The tone was set so that they'd see him serious.
Yet so it happened that once his fellow colleague,
Bel, wobbled in, mumbling the filthy statements
regarding all but logic – the full house of guests
looked at this drunken mess, giving judging looks
towards Eliot.
"What friend he is, letting Bel off the rails again.",
"And he said there were improvements?" – the
questions were asked within the crowd. They
were restless and jumped at the gun to make their
conclusions.
Eliot ran towards Bel, grabbing the drunken mess
and dragging him out of the Great Hall.
"What? I was there for you! What is you problem
now?" – Bel was struggling to put one leg in front
of the other, even though Eliot was holding him.
"I did tell you to stay in the room – you're ab43
solutely wasted. Just not you ruined our glorious
moment for the business." – Eliot was mad. He was
preparing the event for a long time. He was getting
all as perfect as possible, yet his worst concern
proved right – Bel got drunk.
When Bel was to drink – he becomes this mess of
a person who spouts filthy remarks, sarcastic and
rude things. When morning comes and Bel wakes
up after the drinking – he remembers none of the
previous evening. Horrible drunk – but he would
not stop.
Eliot pushed the door open – dragging Bel with
him, closing doors behind.
Bel was pushed onto the sofa – he fell on it like a
potato sack. "Not gentleman-like at all!" – Bel was
exclaiming.
"You just messed up!" – Eliot grabbed Bel by the
collar. – "You just messed up, you idiot!"
Bel squinted eyes, trying to turn head to his left, to
not look in the Eliots eyes. Bels frown, unpleasant
alcohol aroma and heavy breathing – after having
the trouble of being pulled back into this room just
was not dealt with as easy this time.
Eliot shook Bel really hard. Then he slapped the
right cheek of his dear friend. "You muppet! Just
why don't you listen when spoken to?"
The slap made Bel give Eliot a surprised look –
not once have Eliot raised the hand to harm Bel. Not
once. Bel felt some of the alcohol fading out from
such shock. Tears swelling, eyes reddening. Bel felt
the heavy guilt.
"I'm sorry.." – Bel whimpered crying. – "I'm so
sorry…"
Eliot was pacing around the room, trying to figure
out the way how to make it better. One he heard
Bels voice – he turned to look at him. Crying Bel
was certainly a surprise to see. Eliot approached
Bel, sitting down next to him. He wrapped his right
hand around Bel and pulled this crying drunk into
hug.
"You idiot." – Eliot exhaled.
"I'm so sorry.." – Bel kept mumbling, as tears were
falling down his cheeks.
Soon enough Bel calmed down, falling asleep in
Eliots arms.
Eliot then left this sleeping mess on a sofa. There
was still an event that needed to reach a conclusion.
The lights were flickering, the guests were still
there – yet thank god, due to having a great assistant
– Eliot exhaled in relief.
His assistant already rounded up the mess, and
was in the middle of explaining the business plans
and ideas. She was great at extinguishing this sort
of fires.
Her work was tasteful, just like her looks and
approaches.
Eliot approached the stage again. She saw him.
And with the best of the ways reintroduced Eliot
back to the stage:
"Right now, lets hear the main idea of this project
from the very founder – Eliot Addeson!".
Eliot got up on the stage, with round of applause
that was echoing through the hall. He managed to
finish the event smoothly.
"Now – please enjoy the rest of the evening!" –
Eliot finished up, receiving the round of applause
he went down from the stage – now having few
interested gents and ladies approaching him to have
more talk about the project.
It was now an hour past the end – the guests were
now mingling between each other.
The Assistant gave a little report and said she'd
manage the rest of it, so Eliot can go – he was really
happy to know that he's covered by her.
Eliot walked slowly to the room where Bel was
asleep – to find that Bel was not on the sofa. Panic
for a moment took over the body – Eliot darted
towards the other room. For the great relieve he
heard the shower in the bathroom working. He
went towards the bathroom – opening the door
to discover that Bel was under the pouring water.
Having a shower.
That sort of shower was the good way of getting
sobered up. So Eliot stood in the doorway, his hands
crossed on his chest, his shoulder against the door
frame, legs crossed. He enjoyed the look of Bel
showering.
Fine body, mildly tanned, muscles shimmering,
as Bel was washing up. He had a nice structure.
Sportsman body. Bel is still unaware of the Eliots
look.
"Elioooot, I'm sorry." – Breathed out Bel, practicing his apology, his face upwards, water streaming
down his shoulders, – "Please forgive my silly self
for giving you hard time. Hope I can make up for it
somehow." – Bel took a deep breath, – " Somehow…
" – He repeated.
"You can pay me back with your body – I'll forgive
you then. Maybe." – Eliot spoke up. Bel turned
around in surprise.
"What? You mean you heard?!" – Bel exclaimed.
"Yup. All of it." – Eliot grinned.
Bel turned the water off, stepped out of the tub,
ran his hand through his hair from front to back.
"Enjoying the view, you perv?" – Bel took towel
to dry himself off, but Eliot came in closer and took
over.
"Now you'll just take all from me… Want to make
me feel like an absolute crap, huh?" – Bel was being
annoyed.
"Not really. I'll just take you up and have my way.
That's gonna be your apology" – Eliot rustled Bels
hair with towel, then holding Bels cheeks, drew in
for a kiss. Bels face still moist.
Eliot pushed in his tongue – Bel was not resisting.
After a deep kiss Eliot pulled back.
"That's it?" – Now Bel was a sarcastic. He hugged
Eliot – getting his clothes wet.
Eliot looked down, as the shirt became see through
in some bits. Then looked in Bels eyes.
"Want to plat it this way?" – Eliot gave a cold look,
making Bel get slight shiver of fear. That look made
Bel step back, but it's too late – Eliot grabbed him
tight.
"Now, dear puppy, you'll undress me, then will go
on the bed and will prepare yourself for me to have
you in ways that I want." – Eliot released his tight
grip on Bels waist.
Bel, although surprised, started to slowly unbutton Eliots shirt. Bel just knew that getting Eliot
angry is the worst – there is no forgiveness, there is
no "pardon" – there is only punishment.