The duo ended up at a food truck parked a few meters away from the stage. Aya was somewhat grateful that they had left the incessant screaming and booming music behind, she had had enough excitement for one day. And if it wasn't for El and his 'you owe me' tactic, she would have rented out a tent and spent the rest of the evening asleep.
The blue eyed man walked towards Aya and handed her a take away pack filled with nachos and a taco, "you eat these or are you more of a caviar kind of gal?"
Ayaka grabbed the pack and took a bite of a nacho with a loud crunch, "don't patronize me backstreet boy."
"Ooh.." El responded with a chuckle, "backstreet boy? That one kind of hurt."
The two sat down by some benches and enjoyed their food in silence. Ayaka found it weird casually having a snack with a male like this, but somehow it was very relaxing. El too was surprised at how incredibly comfortable he was around the beautiful Ayaka Brookes, he was genuinely enjoying just sitting next to her, and hadn't thought of her naked once. Okay maybe he had thought of her naked a couple of times but he didn't act on it, and that was saying something.
"So tell me," El spoked as he sucked the cheesy dip off his thumb, ""what's a woman like you doing single?"
"A woman like me?"
"I mean look at you Star," the man continued, "you're pretty as fuck, banging body, a good head on your shoulders. Why hasn't some rich uptown boy put a ring on that gorgeous finger?"
"I don't do commitment," Aya responded flatly.
The man coked his head to the side and studied the beautiful woman, "by choice or someone broke your fragile little heart?"
Ayaka put down her plate and turned to face the blue eyed man, "why are YOU single? Huh? Why haven't YOU put a ring on someone's finger? Did someone break YOUR heart?"
"Whoa okay I get it, touchy subject," the man relented with a sheepish smile, "I'm just trying to get to know you better that's all."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Because I want to," El responded smugly, "and you pushing me away just makes me want to get all up in that beautiful head of yours even more."
Ayaka rolled her eyes and continued eating her food. Getting to know her? Please, he was probably just trying to get into her panties again, it wasn't going to work.
"I'm single cause I only have a few more years to live," the blue eyed man spoke with a sigh, "I wouldn't want to have someone invest time in me only for me to leave them, you know."
The brunette turned to look at El wide eyed, "are you serious? What's wrong? Are you sick?"
"Yhup," he responded, "chronically actually."
Aya was surprised to hear that, he didn't look sick at all, in fact he was one of the healthiest looking men she'd ever laid eyes on.
El threw one leg over the bench and faced Aya with a sweet smile, damn, that face he was making was tugging on her heart strings. For a dying man he was hot as hell, it would be a shame to see him go.
"I don't know why you don't want to give love a chance star," he spoke calmly, "but if you still have the time to do so I suggest you give it another shot, life is much shorter than you think, and it's better to spend it with someone."
Geez, now Aya felt like a jerk. Here she was turning down men left and right while he didn't even have that luxury, poor guy.
She put down her plate and threw her leg over bench as well, facing him. The moment their eyes met Aya instinctively but down her lip, him dying would be such a waste indeed.
"Wha-" Ayaka paused for a second, contemplating wether it was wise to ask him about his ailment. What if he wasn't comfortable talking about it? "What are you sick of?"
El pursed his lips in thought, wondering wether he should tell the beautiful brunette or not. He wondered how she would react after she knew, would she still want to spend the evening with him.
"It's alright if you don't want to talk about it," Ayaka added on upon noticing his hesitation
"No it's alright I'm sure I can trust you," he responded, "come closer so I can whisper it to you."
Aya was a bit hesitant at first but then inched closer to him and leaned towards him.
"A little closer.." the man instructed, and Ayaka did as she was told, "there we go." El then leaned close to her, his warm breath brushing her ear lobe. "I have..."
He gently picked up Aya's hand in his, "I have chronic inflammation of the penis." As he whispered he pressed Ayaka's hand on his pants atop his slightly hardened dick. "If I don't get some sort of first aid or something I might just die."
Aya jerked her head away from El and turned to look at him, the sly smirk on his face aided in registering what he had just said.
"You pervert!" Aya yelled and yanked her hand away from his crotch, "what the fuck is wrong with you!" The brunette angrily got off the bench and started walking away angrily, the sound of El's deep wholesome laughter making her brow twitch in irritation.
The man stood up and jogged towards her, "Star wait up," he called out between hysterical chuckles but Aya didn't stop. She was infuriated, what a dirty joke.
El jumped in front of her and held her shoulders, chuckles still escaping his mouth, "wait a minute why are you mad?"
"You asshole I thought you were dying!" She screamed.
"But I am, of blue balls." He threw his head back and burst into another fit of laughter, infuriating Aya even more. She pushed him away and walked passed him.
"Star come on!" The man did a mini jog behind her, wrapped his arms around her body and hoisted her off the ground.
"What the hell El put me down!"
"Not until you learn how to take a joke," the man responded. He put her down for a second, turned her to face him and hoisted her up once more, this time throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"You pervert put me down!"
"Don't be so worked up I was messing with you," El responded.
When Aya noticed that her kicking and squirming had no impact, she shimmered down, folded her arms and pouted.
"You done throwing a tantrum?" El asked the woman tauntingly.
"Yeah..."
"What was that? You're going to have to speak up I can't-"
"Yes I'm done throwing a tantrum you ass!"
The blue eyed man chuckled and started walking forward towards a some bleachers. He placed Aya on one of the higher ones and placed himself between her legs. His smile widened when he noticed she was avoiding looking at him and had an adorable pout in her face.
"You want me to haul you over my shoulder again?"
"No cut it out!" Aya yelled at the grinning man.
"Then stop being a child." He placed his arms leisurely over her thighs and looked up at her.
"You lied about only having a few years to live, who does that?!" Aya complained.
"Oh so you care about me," the man spoke with a wide smirk.
"No I don't!" She folded her arms again and looked away.
"Then why is me dying bothering you so much?" He lended his chin on her lap and trailed his eyes up her body to her face.
"It's you NOT dying thats now starting to bother me.." Aya mumbled underneath her breath.
El chuckled and buried his face into her lap and drew in a deep breath, the air that flowed through her legs was intoxicating.
The brunette looked down at the man who had his face snuggled between her legs and pushed him away. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
El smiled and made his way back in between her legs, wrapping his arms around her waist, "we should get a drink," he suggested, "I can't be around you sober, it's torture."
Before Aya could retaliate he carried her off the bleachers and put her over his shoulder again.
"At least let me walk on my own!" Aya screamed.
"Nope, the less I see that fucking adorable face of yours the better." He walked briskly towards the alcohol stalls, carrying her like she weighed nothing. "Besides, I wouldn't have lasted watching you sway that perky ass in front of me all night, so you're staying up there till I'm too drunk to have a boner."
Ayaka didn't know why that lewd statement made her blush, this man was an absolute pervert and yet she liked it. Was this some kind of newly discovered kink?