elodie hunt (iaminfinite) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-09-01 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, cameron, cameron x elodie, elodie |
Who: Elodie and Cam
When: Late afternoon/early evening Saturday, December 30th
Where: a bar, an alley and then Overlook Estates
Warnings: NSFW, to no one’s surprise
Elodie had been feeling weird most of the day. She attributed some of it to the pain meds she had been downing since she woke up, anytime her chest started to burn or itch. She had stitches, which were gnarly and gross looking, but she figured she’d have a pretty cool scar above her boobs once everything had healed. But the weird feeling was more than physical pain. It was a need for something she couldn’t quite describe. A hunger. One that wasn’t really quelled by eating, and fuck she ate a lot today. Her mom had watched her from across the table, a cigarette in her hand, her lips parted as Elodie went through a box of cereal, and then finished off the leftover chinese food in the fridge. That hadn’t helped either, though it had made her feel sick for a while.
The intense desire was there to ram her fists into something, or someone, but it wasn’t like she had friends to call and ask them to sacrifice their faces for her violent urges. After coming close to just cutting her arms up with a razor, Elodie grabbed her phone and pulled up Cam’s number. She hadn’t seen him since school broke for winter break, but… well, fuck it.
She sat on her bed and thumbed in a quick message. u should cum pick me up.
Cam had been out of town with his uncle until midday. They’d flown down to Longboat Key on Sunday to stay with some close friends of Angus’s for the Christmas holiday, and it had been a fucking blast. Angus was disgustingly rich and so were his friends, so Cam had had his own suite in a palatial house with its own pool and access to a private beach. Bomb as fuck, and he’d loved every second of the things he’d gotten up to in the five days they’d been there. He knew that his uncle thought Cam’s mom was a horrible person for completely rejecting her son, and Cam used that to his advantage. Angus thought Cam was a great kid, no trouble at all and clearly deeply misunderstood by his sister and her husband. Cam planned to milk that for as long as he was able… at least as long as he was still in high school.
Once he was home he threw his suitcases into the corner of his room, changed clothes and fucked around online for a while. He hadn’t even had the time to get bored by the time Elodie texted him. A smirky grin played around the corners of his mouth as he replied. i’ll cum 4 u anytime. u at home?
Elodie snickered. yes. cum now plz If he didn't, she was probably going to end up breaking things. Or scratching open her skin. Something. It was a frustrating thought, not to know what she needed, but she climbed off her bed to change, determined to figure it out. And Cam was someone who didn't scare easily, at least. He didn't seem to mind that she was maybe semi-psychotic. She was pretty sure he was too, actually. Elodie got dressed, tied her hair up out of her face and applied some dark eye make up. It was a stark contrast to how pale she had been since getting practically mauled to death. If they ended up fucking, she would just keep her shirt on. Guys generally didn't want to see nasty ass stitches on tits. Whatever.
Grabbing her phone, Elodie stopped long enough to pop another Vicodin before she ran downstairs to wait for Cam. Given she had been hooked up to IVs and shit until last night, Elodie thought about leaving her mom a note, but fuck it. Her mom would text if she was actually worried. Which she wouldn't be.
As soon as she heard a car out front, Elodie grabbed her bag and walked outside. It was still fucking freezing, but the fog was gone, so she didn't really give a shit. Elodie didn't stop until she was climbing into Cam's car, tossing her bag onto the floor between her feet. It was kind of funny that the first thing she wanted to do was punch him in his perfect jaw, and the mental image of it made her grin as she looked at him. "I don't care where we go, but we gotta go now or I might like, lose my shit."
Cam eyed her before putting the car back into drive and taking off even as he said, “I might like to see that.” His need to be extremely self-protective and keep the darker side of himself in check had made him astute at reading other people, and he’d gotten a vibe from Elodie that kept him intrigued by her. He thought she might be a kindred spirit of sorts, even if he hadn’t put his finger on exactly how. That took time, but time was something he had. What else was there as he played the part of the perfect, athletic high school senior?
Some days it was all he could do to keep up the facade. Somehow with Elodie he felt like he could let the slightest hairline cracks show, and that might just keep him going another day, another week. That would have made her worth hanging around with even if there hadn’t been the benefit of mind-blowing sex.
“You got a fake ID?” he asked, accelerating as he headed for the highway, an idea already in mind.
“Yeah, but it’s from New York. I haven’t gotten a new ID here yet,” she explained, nudging at her bag on the floorboard. “But it looks legit, and if it’s from out of state, I’ll probably get away from using it here.” She had no idea where they were going, but Elodie didn’t care. They were driving away from her house, and town and that’s all she wanted. Well, not all she wanted. Elodie just wasn’t sure what the other stuff was. She could feel it down deep in her gut, a frustrating mixture of arousal and rage and hunger. If anyone could quell this, it would be Cam, only because he didn’t think she was fucked up. At least not in a way that turned him off of her. That was probably because he was fucked up too. She already knew that much, and she was more than happy to indulge him, because she got off on it too.
“Where we’re going, nobody’s gonna question it,” Cam said, pleased that she had one because that fit in with his plans. “Long as you have something to show them. You look 21 anyway.” He sneaked a glance at her, liking the heavy eye makeup look she had going on. It made her look older, slightly mysterious and absolutely like a girl who’d never say no. Just what he was into. He pulled onto the ramp that would lead to the highway, not bothering to slow down. This felt like a night where everything would fall into place, where all roads led to adventure and hopefully some fucked up shit; it seemed like a different world from the day after New Year’s when they’d go back to school. “You get everything you wanted for Christmas?” he asked, a smirk on his lips. Somehow, Elodie didn’t seem like much of a holiday girl.
Elodie wasn't sure she looked 21, but she would take Cam's word for it. And she had the ID if someone did question it. Elodie wasn't worried. Right now, she didn't give a fuck about anything. The way he drove reminded her of how he had been the night of Ms. Gaines's funeral. Fast and reckless. She still couldn't figure out where they had ended up, but it had been fun regardless. Elodie sometimes wondered if he had tried that shit with other girls, girls more in line with who he publicly dated, and if they liked it too. His question about Christmas had Elodie snorting loudly. "I didn't want anything for Christmas. My mom usually gets me vodka and like... a gift card somewhere." She grinned and looked over at Cam. "What about you? You're probably fucking spoiled rotten, aren't you?"
Cam chuckled, truly amused by her. He’d been in a great mood anyway from his holiday trip, but this night was going to be the icing on the cake. “Find the level above spoiled rotten and I’m that,” he told her. “My uncle flew us down to Florida for Christmas, and my present was a suite with a fully stocked bar at his friend’s place and a rental car to go to bars and the beach at night. We had a blast.” Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t gotten an actual gift, but when a person had as much money as Angus, you could have anything you wanted on a regular day anyway. He definitely didn’t feel deprived of anything materially. “I think it’s awesome that your mom gives you vodka.” He shot around a slower-moving car and completely ignored it when the driver honked indignantly at him. Fuck that shit, he had places to be.
Spoiled rich dickhead. That was Cam Malone. Still, it amused her more than it irritated her. So he was lucky for that. "Yeah, she's one of those moms that would rather be the cool older sister," Elodie explained, rubbing absently at her chest where the bandage itched a bit. "But it's fine. I don't expect anything from her, and she doesn't expect anything from me. We have the perfect mother daughter relationship." She had received a bracelet from her brother, and while Elodie had loved it, she refused to wear it, at least right now. She was still mad at him for not coming home for Christmas. "So when did you get back from Florida? Did you miss all the fog fuckery here?" He looked unharmed and totally fine and he hadn't mentioned the fog once. But he had also lived here for a long time, so maybe it was just another day for Cam. Fog. Monsters. Same old, same old.
Cam snorted. “Yeah, I have the perfect mother son relationship… I never hear from her and I like it that way.” He didn’t really care all that much, although he had a plan for his parents in a few years. They hadn’t been able to get over losing Cadence, seeming to forget they’d had another child. He’d fix them permanently, but he wasn’t quite ready for that step yet. All things in time. He merged over again, his speed never slacking, although he knew they didn’t have to hurry. It wasn’t even dark yet, but it should be before long. “We just got back today,” he told her. “What sort of fog fuckery?” He hadn’t heard from anyone in Point Pleasant the entire time he’d been gone, and it had been a nice break. He had no idea what she was talking about.
Elodie wondered who he lived with, if not his mom. His dad, maybe. Had he ever told her? It wasn’t like they had deep discussions about their home life, and Elodie preferred that. She did sort of envy him that he hadn’t been here for the fog. If Elodie had been able to go to her dad’s for Christmas, she would have and then none of this shit would have happened to her. “Just some fog that trapped people wherever they were for like, two days. Oh, and shadow monsters that sliced up a bunch of people. You missed out on some really good times.”
“Well, fuck,” Cam said, stealing a quick glance at her to try and decide if she was putting him on. From what he knew of Point Pleasant, probably not. “Could’ve been boring, could’ve been okay depending on who you were stuck with.” Had he been home, he could have been anywhere: in a cheerleader’s bed, hanging with the football team, creeping around town somewhere getting into shit. “How can a shadow monster slice?” That could be a rhetorical question but he was actually thinking about it. Did they have claws, knives for hands? They were three exits up by now, closing in on the closest town that had any amusements to speak of, and he zipped over again to take the off-ramp.
“I don’t know, but they did.” Elodie shrugged. “They had claws. Long ones.” Her chest itched a little with the stitches, but she resisted the urge to scratch. She didn’t think it was odd that Cam hadn’t heard about the chaos or carnage. If he hadn’t been in town, he would have missed the damage. And hell, they were teenagers. Elodie rarely paid attention to the news, or even shit around her unless something interesting caught her eye. She tried to get an idea of where they were going but Cam was driving so fast she could barely make out the damn trees on the side of the freeway. “Where are we going?” she asked belatedly.
“Sounds like you met one in person,” Cam said, his tone intrigued. It sounded exciting to him even if he’d gotten hurt. Long as he didn’t die, Cam wasn’t one to care about injuries. He was a little perplexed that nobody had even texted him about something that affected the entire town, but not enough so to worry about it. It wasn’t like he or his uncle would’ve wanted to cut their trip short, anyway. “There’s this bar I know,” he said when she asked where they were going. “I know the guy who runs it, so long as you have a decent fake ID you can drink as much as you want. It’s kinda old school… people get in fights and fuck in the alley outside all the time.” Shane was a solid dude, someone Cam knew through his uncle, and he’d quickly gotten into the guy’s good graces shortly after they’d first met. Cam was great at reading people, and instinct and heavy eye contact had told him that Shane would do anything for certain sexual liberties. It was different, but it had been fun, so big deal.
Drinking sounded just fine to Elodie. Alcohol definitely numbed any lingering pain that remained from her injury. And it would be nice to drink somewhere other than her bedroom. "I met one," Elodie confirmed with a soft smirk. "Up close and personal. Had to take shelter in Jasper Lucas's house with his weird cousin. But she kept me alive, so whatever." Elodie stretched her legs out, enjoying the warmth from the heater. "But anyway, yeah, old school bar sounds good to me. But you're gonna have to be me plastered if you think I'm gonna fuck in an alley with how fucking cold it is." She could just imagine her pussy getting frostbite. No thank you.
“Poor you,” Cam said, since he was of the opinion that both Jasper’s cousin and Jasper were weird. “Glad you made it.” They were off the highway and now his focus was fully on getting them to the bar and seeing what crazy shit they could get up to, so he easily let the subject drop. He snickered as he turned up the street that led to the Tin Roof, knowing that once they got within fifty feet they’d be able to hear the music. “I gotta agree… too cold to fuck outside. We’ll just see where the night takes us.” He wouldn’t be against the idea of getting them a hotel room, or he could even take her to his house. Whatever worked.
The Tin Roof wasn’t a slick club by any means; it was a full-scale honky tonk, which was obvious as they pulled into the parking lot. A bass line thumped from inside. The music was a random mix that could encompass country, classic rock, r & b and occasionally even rap, and you never knew what song you might hear next. Cam parked his car in one of the few empty spaces remaining and hopped out, heading around the car to open the door for Elodie-- if she didn’t get out first, that was-- just because it amused him.
Elodie was amused by the sight of the place, and she wondered how often Cam actually came here. This didn't really look like the kind of bar high school kids would frequent, but Cam was kind of odd in that he fit the popular jock mold and yet... didn't. She had grabbed her bag from the floorboard when she realized he was opening the door for her. It prompted Elodie to snort somewhat derisively because she knew he wasn't doing it to be a gentleman. She got out of the car and slipped her bag over her shoulder to cross it against her body. The prospect of getting drunk was a nice one, especially since she wouldn't have to be the one driving home. "Is this going to be like that old show, Cheers? Where you walk in and everyone goes 'Cam!' like they all know you?"
Cam had never brought anyone else from school here. This was his place to be different, to not always choose to keep up the appearance. That got so boring, and he had the feeling that Elodie might understand even if it wasn’t put into words. “Shit, nah,” he said, snickering at her question. “I know the owner, couple of the bartenders. That’s it.” He paused. “My uncle watches reruns of that show sometimes.” He wasn’t much on random TV shows, preferring to watch movies or porn most of the time. Whatever worked. He grabbed hold of the door handle when they got close enough so they could enter; there wasn’t a bouncer at the door like there was some places. If someone looked way too young they IDed at the bar, but that was it.
“What d’you want to drink?” he asked, figuring she’d be as ready as he was to get the alcohol ingesting started.
“Whiskey sour?” Elodie walked inside and immediately began to look around. There was nothing off putting about the place. It looked normal. Ordinary, even. It was a nice change of pace from Point Pleasant, which was anything but ordinary. Her chest burned for a moment but the discomfort faded quickly. “Get me two, if you can, because I’ll probably drink the first one pretty fucking fast.”
Cam grinned at her. “I can do that.” He pushed his way up to the bar, where he greeted the bartender-- luckily it was the one he knew who wouldn’t question any number of drinks he requested-- and soon returned with two whiskey sours and one jack and coke balanced carefully so no one could jostle them out of his hands. “Your wish is my command,” he said, knowing he was being cheesy but not caring. Somehow this was one of his rare happy places, where he could be a version of himself that was closer to who he really was inside. There were days when he felt ages older than the high school athlete he was, and he didn’t have to act the part here. It was fucking sweet, he thought.
It was cheesy, but Cam knew it so Elodie didn't take it seriously. Otherwise she might have started walking back toward town. She took both of her drinks, amused that this was how she was spending her Saturday night, but also finding it a lot more entertaining than anything she might have been doing at home. "How do you know the owner?" Elodie asked, once she had downed half of one of her whiskey sours. Her throat burned but it felt good. Much better than the pain from the stitches in her chest.
Cam had made solid progress on his jack and coke in less than thirty seconds, and he knew he’d be wanting another one ASAP. Maybe he should’ve gotten two when he got hers. “He’s a friend of my uncle’s,” he told her. “Cool guy, about, uh…” He thought for a few seconds. “Thirty or so.” He prided himself that he was great at winning over just about anyone no matter their age. He’d fucked one of his teachers, hadn’t he? The thought of Sadie was nostalgic, not that it bothered him that she was dead. It was what it was. He took another long drink and then added, “I fucked him once, and he was all about it.”
Was that a risky thing to have told her? Cam wouldn’t have dreamed of telling anyone else lest they label him as gay. He wasn’t; he was just adventurous, and sex was sex. Elodie didn’t seem like she’d run off and tell the entire football team though.
It probably was a risky thing to have told her, because she knew how jocks could be about their sexuality. It was such a cliched thing, but there was truth to it. And Cam seemed like someone who liked to keep his secrets. That was okay, she liked her secrets too. And she wouldn't tell anyone, unless he did something to provoke her into it. She sipped her drink now that she had gulped half of it in one go, her gaze scanning the bar just in case the owner would somehow make himself known. Elodie wanted to know if he was hot. "Did you fuck him, or did he fuck you?" she asked, lowering her glass to the table top.
“I fucked him,” Cam said, picturing it again in his mind. It had the potential to be super awkward, given it had taken place in Shane’s office here at the bar, but everything had turned out just fine, and fuck if a guy’s asshole wasn’t super tight. He still thought about that sometimes when he was in a particular mood. “Bent him over his desk in the back and went at it. Now I can write my own fuckin’ ticket here.” Who knew when he might want to curry someone’s favor again in that same way? Now he had experience. In Cam’s mind, experiences were valuable currency. He was all about anything that could get him what he wanted when he wanted it.
A movement from the far corner caught his eye, and he poked Elodie. “There he is,” he said, completely amused by how he was spilling his guts tonight. Shane was about 5’8”, reasonably well muscled for a short guy and blond. Cam couldn’t have said if he was hot but other people seemed to think so, and that hadn’t mattered for his purposes anyway.
Elodie smirked and glanced over at the guy. She supposed he was cute, but not her type. Whatever that might be. Elodie didn't always know. The impatient restlessness seemed to surge inside of her again and she went back to her drink, finishing off the first and pushing the glass out of her way. "So you like to use sex to get what you want," Elodie said after picking up the second glass to start in on. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's good for... well, most things. Free drinks. Money. Blackmail...which is always good for a lot of things too... some of the same things actually." Elodie rubbed absently at her chest. It was fucking itchy.
There was that feeling again, the sense that, in many ways, he and Elodie were kindred spirits. It was tempting to spill so many things to her, but he was going to hold back. One wrong move could ruin everything he’d worked to build here, and he wasn’t ready for that at all. “I’ll use anything to get what I want,” he said after he’d finished his own drink. For whatever the reason he trusted her, at least to some extent. Maybe it was that deep desire to be known, not for what he showed others but for what was really in his mind, his heart, beneath his skin. He didn’t disregard her mention of blackmail but he was feeling too good to let it really bother him. “You ever use sex to get your way?” He figured she had, but it was a fun subject to talk about.
That didn't surprise her. A lot of entitled rich boys did whatever they wanted, and use anything they wanted, to get what they wanted. Sometimes it bothered her. Sometimes it didn't. It was dependant on Elodie's mood, as were most things. She snorted loudly at his question and picked up her second drink. "Duh, yeah, of course I do. Sometimes that makes the sex better, knowing I'm getting something else out of it. Don't always get what I should get, so a consolation prize is always nice." As much as she enjoyed sex, she didn't always have the right guy to get her there. Thankfully Cam hadn't had that issue yet.
Cam had gone to extreme lengths to get what he wanted for most of his life, but that wasn’t a subject for discussion either. In his opinion, his life was the best it had ever been, and he wanted to keep it that way. Elodie was a very interesting companion at any given time; he had the feeling she might do just about anything. “Of course you do,” he repeated, amused. “I woulda been surprised if you said anything different.” He smirked at her last statement. “Not surprised about that either. You’re too hot for a lot of guys to hold out.” He clearly considered himself better than those other unnamed guys. “C’mon, I need another drink.” The place was getting louder and rowdier and he wanted to be well-fueled by alcohol for whatever came next.
Elodie snorted softly. She had never considered herself hot, but if Cam thought so, that was fine. It was still no excuse for guys not to make sure she got off during sex too, but it was what it was. She finished off her drink and got to her feet to walk with Cam over to the bar. She was feeling weirdly restless again, and mildly agitated. Maybe it was all the people. Maybe it was the music. She just felt like she needed something, or she might snap and start throwing punches. The two drinks she had in her already was making her feel buzzy and lightheaded, which was nice. Elodie asked for another, wondering what might happen if she took her empty glass and broke it over someone’s head. But Cam probably didn’t want to get kicked out of this place, or banned for good. “What’d you do around here, after you come here and get wasted?” she asked.
Cam hadn’t had nearly enough to be buzzed, so he decided to order something stronger. He didn’t want to be too loaded to drive later, but that was later. He figured he’d burn it off by then anyway. “Well,” he said once he’d taken a huge gulp from his fresh drink. “You mean here in the bar or in town? Here there’s dancing, spying on people in the alley when it’s not so damn cold, starting a fight in the parking lot.” He smiled beatifically. “In town, breaking into places is fun sometimes. I’m sure there’s other shit I could think of.” He was rarely at a loss for things to do anywhere, given his inclinations and lack of giving a fuck about much of anything. “What do you wanna do? I’m open.”
Elodie figured someone could do all those things anywhere, even Point Pleasant, but pretty boys like Cam had to save face and protect their image, so of course he had to drive out here to actually be himself. She felt itchy again, irritated. Not necessarily at Cam, but at... everything. "You brought me here, and you want me to tell you what I wanna do?" she asked. "I don't even know where we are." Elodie picked up her drink to take a sip and ended up downing it. The alcohol burned her throat, but it felt good in a weird way. It intensified all the shit she was feeling, though she couldn't tell that might be a bad thing. "Why don't you let me take you out into the parking lot and punch you in the face a couple of times. That might be fun."
Suddenly, Cam found himself not liking her attitude. It was both good and bad that he couldn't predict her like he could many people; it was an intriguing quality and yet, it could also be irritating. "Why does it make a difference where the fuck we are?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He slammed his own drink down, feeling a rush of euphoria as it hit his stomach, then let go of the empty glass, paying no attention when it overbalanced and rolled off the edge of the bar to thud down to the floor out of sight. "We could do that," he said, his dark gaze pinned to hers. "Long as you don't mind that I hit back." She'd be even hotter with a split lip, he thought.
That hint of a temper was thrilling and was a hell of a lot more interesting than this bar. Elodie arched a brow and smirked. "You wouldn't be the first," she said with a shrug. The alcohol was making her head spin a bit and her inner irritation that had been clawing at her all day was starting to spiral, now that it seemed like she had a proper outlet for it. Cam was right too. It didn't matter where they were if he was willing to play with her. Leaving her empty glass, Elodie pushed away from the bar and arched a brow. "Let's go then. I really just want to find out if you're all talk, like a lot of guys are." They talked a good game, puffed out their chests, but when it came down to action, they were mostly chickenshit. Elodie didn't get the impression that Cam fit that particular mold, but men tended to disappoint her, so that's what she was expecting.
She wouldn’t be the first Cam had taken his spite-- and darker emotions-- out on, either, nor was it likely she’d be the last. He pulled a wad of bills from his wallet and dropped them on the bar, suddenly eager to be out of here and on to the next thing. Just the possibility of sustaining and inflicting injury had him stirring, beginning to get hard. He grabbed for the door handle, fumbling it at first before yanking it open so they could escape into the chilly night. “I’m never all talk,” he said with a shrug. She’d find out. Nobody had any idea of the kinds of things he’d done except maybe his parents, and they’d been afraid to full-on confront their suspicions, preferring to send him away so they didn’t have to think about it. That was fine by him.
Once they were outside, he said, “Charming back alley behind the bar, or woods?” He gestured with one hand in the direction of the somehow seedy wooded area on the far side of the parking lot. If they decided to beat the shit out of each other, someone would undoubtedly break it up if they stayed in sight.
Elodie laughed, her breath puffing up in a brief, white cloud. God, she hated winter. But the liquor had warmed her, and that made being outside tolerable. "Show me this amazing back alley," Elodie said. There was a sick sort of thud in her chest - her heart - as they walked in that direction. It wasn't really apprehension. More like.. excitement. Elodie didn't care if it hurt, maybe the pain would help alleviate some of the building irritation that had been plaguing her all damned day.
The back alley was filthy, but empty, and wasn't that the perfect metaphor for her life? It was all Wes's fault, really. If he had come to stay with her, maybe she wouldn't be here. That helped fuel her anger, thinking about her brother. So it was easy enough to turn and hit Cam in the face with a curled fist, not caring that she didn't really give him any warning. This wasn't fucking Fight Club, but it felt good, even when her knuckles cracked. She was small, but she had plenty of experience hitting people, and the jolt it sent up her arm bordered that flimsy line between pleasure and pain.
The stench was amazing back here, but Cam didn’t really notice. Before he had the chance to really get his bearings, Elodie’s fist met his face, a hard blow to one corner of his mouth. Why wasn’t he surprised that she got right to it? Still, he felt a surge of the rage he kept so well hidden most of the time, and for a few seconds he came close to wrapping her pony tail in his fist and smashing her head into the brick wall. He didn’t want to kill her though, at least not at this point in time, so he contented himself with swinging back immediately, a low huff of breath leaving him when his fist connected. Cam pulled no punches; he hit her as hard as he would’ve hit someone twice his size.
The pain of it seemed to start in her cheek and spread like a wildfire through her entire face. She tasted blood immediately and Elodie began to laugh. The alcohol and adrenaline probably helped keep it from hurting worse than it did, though she knew she would probably be black and blue by morning. Good. Elodie licked the blood that had oozed over her lips from her nose and she grinned at him. "You've hit girls before, haven't you?" He might have done far worse to them too, depending on where he was, and who he was with. Maybe not his respectable girlfriends, if such a thing existed, but... there had been no hesitation when he threw that punch, and that said a lot about a man.
She was a little on the crazy side, wasn’t she? Cam could appreciate that trait because he was, too. He just didn’t show the true extent of it very often. Now felt like a time when he could. The blood smeared over her face stirred him, made him want to see more of it. “Yeah,” he said to her question, seeing no reason to lie about it. His eyes were alight with emotion: heat, lust, intensity. The only thing better than this had been when he’d killed his sister, making sure his mother had been deeply in sleep before pulling the four year old from her bed with a hand over her mouth and taking her to the abandoned basement where no one would hear when she screamed. He’d hated that little bitch and nothing would ever top that evening, but this was a thrill he hadn’t expected to get tonight.
“Want some more?” he asked, an eyebrow quirking. He’d pretend to be a gentleman and give her the opportunity to hit first before he punched her again.
Elodie laughed, the coppery taste of blood still on her tongue. "Do you want to give me some more?" she asked. She hurt, but in a really good way. Her mom would probably freak out, because there was no way she wouldn't bruise... but then, maybe her mom wouldn't even care, or notice. And Cam would let her hit him again, that much she knew. She might not be able to do as much damage to him as he would do to her, but that was okay. If she left her mark on him in any way, that would be satisfying for Elodie. Her fingers ached, but she curled them into a fist and hit him again anyway, listening to them crack beneath his jaw and cheek. Or maybe the crack had been him. She couldn't tell. And it didn't matter. She just wanted the adrenaline rush. Everything else came secondary.
“I’ll give you more of anything you want,” Cam said, a smirk curling his lips. He wondered what would happen if nobody interrupted them. He couldn’t say he’d ever met a girl who welcomed being beat up, and he didn’t think he cared how much damage he took. He could come up with whatever lie he wanted about how he’d gotten cut or bruised. It was all good. He didn’t even try to move away when he saw her fist coming, and maybe that was why one corner of his mouth split. Licking away the blood, he only took time for a short breath before hitting back. It felt like his pulse was pounding all over his body: temples, neck, chest, cock. An amazing feeling.
She supposed some girls might have cried at the intensity of pain that seemed to throb throughout her entire face, but it only made Elodie laugh more, her mouth tasting of blood. Pain had always held a tinge of pleasure to it for her, and really, the adrenaline is what pushed her to stay on her feet. Elodie wiped her hands over her mouth, smearing the blood from her lip to her cheek. She would bruise, and probably already was, but she supposed she should be relieved that he hadn't broken anything. Elodie didn't think her mom would take her to the ER. That cost too much. Elodie's face hurt, and her heart was thudding madly in her chest. She stepped up to Cam, but instead of hitting him, she slid her hand over his crotch instead, amused and not at all surprised to find him turned on. "You look good with blood on your face," she told him.
Her touch brought on a sharp, deep inhale and then he pushed into it, his face tipped down toward hers. “So do you,” he said, his voice low and his eyes darkened with the intensity of mixed emotions he felt. With one hand he reached for her ass and with the other he grabbed a tit and squeezed, continuing to push against her until her back was to the wall. Cam began to lick at her mouth, savoring the taste of blood, his lust almost painful. It was fucking cold, but right now he didn’t feel it at all.
Elodie grunted softly when he pushed her back against the wall. But her blood was pumping hot, despite the pain that throbbed throughout her face and the adrenaline and arousal kept her warm enough. A laugh escaped her, fading into a moan when he began to lick at her mouth. Did any of his friends know what a twisted fuck he was? Did his family? She hoped not. Elodie found she liked seeing a side of him no one else got to. She began to unzip his jeans, wanting to shove her hand inside to get a better feel.
Cam could be himself here, unlike in his usual run of days. He didn’t have to pretend to be charming, suave, funny or popular. What was inside him was darkness and ruin and sometimes it was so fucking nice to let it have free rein, to be seen on the outside. His mouth covered hers and he didn’t concern himself with whether or not he was kissing too hard. He was too busy yanking at her shirt, pushing it up over her bra and unfastening it roughly, then going for the button and zipper on her pants. All that mattered to him was feeling it all, getting warm and wet whether with his fingers or his cock. He made a strangled sound when he felt her touch on bare skin, his own fingers working faster to get to what he wanted.
Elodie shivered when the cold air touched her bare skin, but she didn't really care about it. Nor did she care about how rough his lips were on hers. It all felt good. Cam didn't seem to care much about how rough he was with her, and that was part of his appeal. She bit at his lip, not at all turned off by the coppery taste of drying blood. His or hers, it didn't really matter. With her hand in his jeans now, Elodie stroked him and freed his cock of its confines. She could only hope the shitty weather didn't make him go soft. Impatient and full of need, Elodie let him go to push her own jeans down her hips, along with her panties. She couldn't take them all the way off, but that was okay. Instead she pushed Cam back just enough that she could turn to face the wall. "Fucking hurry," she breathed, pushing her hips back against him.
There probably wasn’t anything in the universe that could’ve made Cam lose his hard-on right then; he definitely wasn’t thinking about that happening. He wasn’t concerned about the lack of a condom either. This felt like a separate space, a break from reality in which the rules of everyday life didn’t apply. If she got knocked up, they’d deal with it, so whatever. He pushed his own jeans down enough so they wouldn’t be constricting and didn’t waste any time following her instructions. Thrusting in deep with no further attempts at foreplay, he found her as hot and wet as he’d hoped she’d be; the sound that left him was a guttural groan as he started fucking her hard.
Elodie pushed her hands against the wall, using it as leverage to push back against him and meet his thrusts. She didn't mind being restricted by her clothes. All she needed was his cock inside of her, and she got that. The pace matched the mood and the sharp pain in Elodie's face seemed to dull with the pleasure that was now pulsing throughout her entire body. She didn't care about the blood, or the bruises that were probably forming now. She didn't even care about the lack of condom. Consequences weren't something she worried about until they actually happened. "Fuck." She moaned loudly, already on the edge. Apparently getting punched in the face was a powerful form of foreplay.
The discomfort of a bruised face and split lip only seemed to enhance the rush of heat that spiraled through him. If someone had held a gun to his temple it still would've been unlikely that he would have stopped pushing into her harder and harder. He wasn't going to last long and he could only hope that she was that close too. After another couple of thrusts he slid a hand around to find her clit, wanting to be sure they would both implode.
There was always something about experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time, and Elodie found she had a difficult time getting off without both. Cam was not her type at all, at least not on the surface. But he had a dark side and that alone was appealing to her. She could still smell the dried blood in her nostrils, and when his fingers found her clit, Elodie cried out sharply, thrusting her hips back against him harder, focused solely not on her own orgasm. She reached down to cover his hand with hers, frantically pushing his fingers against her, needing more pressure and friction.
Harder and faster was perfect for him, and Cam pressed harder with his fingers too, willing to accept her guidance when he might not ordinarily have been. The air around him smelled like blood and sex along with other more unpleasant things, and it all pushed him even faster to the massive climax that had built in no time at all. He thrust and thrust and felt his pulse pounding in his ears and finally lowered his face to her neck, biting in with a muffled cry as he started to come.
Elodie didn't think she was going to get there before Cam did, though she was close. She could always tell when boys were about to come, and it wasn't like she could pull away from Cam now to try and stop him. When it started, it was over. But then he bit into her neck and the pain from his teeth sent a shock of painful pleasure directly to her core. Her orgasm was swift and surprising, drawing a loud cry from her lips as she shivered and clenched around his cock. It certainly made all the lingering pain in her face feel better and Elodie rested her forehead against the wall in front of her as she struggled to catch her breath.
Cam had a feeling he hadn’t ever fully experienced: the sense that he’d met a kindred spirit. Someone who might understand the dark urges he’d always had, some of the things he’d done… he wasn’t sure he could trust her with all of it. But it was something to ponder, to think about for the future. Who knew what might happen? He wasn’t in any hurry to move away, and it was probably at least a couple of minutes before he slid out of her and began tucking himself into his pants and fastening them. It didn’t seem necessary to say anything right then, and that was okay too.
Elodie had always been drawn to things that shucked the norm, and that seemed to be Cam in Point Pleasant. He looked like a hot, boring jock on the outside, but she liked that he had dark urges inside. With the pleasure fading and the pain starting to radiate more acutely through her body, Elodie knew she would be waking up feeling even worse in the morning. But that didn't bother her. It was totally worth it. She got her own clothes back into place and turned back to Cam. "Time to go," she said. It was too fucking cold now to be outside, now that she'd gotten what she wanted.
Now that they were done, Cam was also realizing how frigid it was. He exhaled frost when he breathed and fished for his car keys. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Yeah, c’mon.” He walked fast from the alley to the space where his car was, popping the locks and then yanking open the passenger side door for her. He didn’t stay to shut it, but the gesture was there. Once he was inside the car he started it up and turned the heater on full blast. “I dunno why there’s not a car with instant heat,” he said. “Fucking hair dryers’re hot as soon as you turn them on.” Cam glanced at himself in the rear view mirror, admiring the blood and bruises he wore, then clicked his seat belt closed.
“I can take you home or we can go to my place and break out some bourbon,” he said. It was still relatively early even though it was full dark now, but he was fine for whatever she wanted to do.
Getting wasted sounded good to Elodie. It would certainly help with the pain. She was going to be bruised as hell tomorrow. That made her feel good, actually. Even without instant heat, at least his car was warmer than being out there. Her body had a gotten a little sweaty during the sex, and now that was just chilling the rest of her and she wrapped her arms around herself before resting back against the seat. "Bourbon," she said simply. And hey, she would get to see Cam's house, which would be fun. Maybe there would be something there she could pocket and keep.
“Alright,” Cam said. Angus was probably either asleep in the den in front of the fireplace or piled up in his room; he wasn’t sure his uncle had slept at all the night before. Getting in all the partying he could. It didn’t really matter either way. Angus was there if he needed something but he didn’t stop Cam from conducting his own life. He always smirked when he thought of that one time when he’d had Sera D’Onofrio in his room banging away and Angus had knocked on the door. All Cam had had to say was “Can’t talk now” and his uncle had gone away. Sera’d been a touch freaked out but she’d gotten over it quick. “By the time we get there, it’ll be warm in here.” He headed for the highway, knowing it wouldn’t take that long to get back to Point Pleasant. Especially with the way he drove.
"It's fine," Elodie said with a shrug. She grabbed her bag and rifled around the contents before finding the tiny baggie that held some of the Xanax she had stolen from her grandmother's stash. If there was an upside to having two mentally deranged women as her mother and grandmother, it was all the prescription pills they were leaving around the house. She opened it and tossed two into her mouth before offering the baggy over to Cam. "Want some?"
Cam glanced over quickly and then held out one hand. “Give me a couple,” he said. “We wouldn’t want me to have a wreck, right?” He didn’t mind getting beat up but he had no desire to fuck up his car. It was telling that he didn’t even ask what kind of pills she was offering; if it was good enough for her, it was good enough for him. He slammed them into his mouth when he got them and then continued driving. In a few more minutes they were at Overlook Estates and pulling up to his house</a> and around to the garage. There was space for four cars and every space but his was filled; his uncle had a sports car, a Hummer and a motorcycle.
“Here we are,” he said once the door to his space had closed behind them. With a deep sigh, he hauled himself out of the car.
Elodie was feeling more than a little relaxed by the time they reached Cam's house. She had been in Overlook before, when she crashed Jules Cooper's party, but it had been dark then too so she hadn't seen much of the neighborhood. Already she knew she absolutely did not belong there, but that was okay, because she was sure Cam knew that too. "This is super grotesque," Elodie said, once she was on her feet and shutting the car door behind her. "I mean, really... do you ever walk into your house and just think... fuck this is all horrible?"
Cam snorted. “Why would I? It’s fucking awesome.” He led the way to the door that opened into the back foyer-- yes, his uncle’s house had a back foyer as well as a front one-- and they moved through it and into the kitchen. The lights were low everywhere, which meant Angus was upstairs. He figured if they ran into him, he’d just say they got mugged and that would be very entertaining in itself. “You got the sauce for two flights of stairs or do I need to piggyback you?” he asked, joking although he’d actually do it if she wanted him to.
It was awesome in a weirdly awful way. The garage itself, all of them, were bigger than her entire house. Elodie followed Cam, sort of dragging her feet as they passed through the house. One, she was curious, and two, she had maybe taken one Xanax too many because everything felt heavy. But in a good way. Reaching up, she scratched at her cheek, tiny flakes of dried blood falling away from her skin. Two flights of stairs? Elodie looked at Cam with a distraught expression. "I'm not gonna fucking walk up two flights of stairs. I'll make it halfway up one and give up, so..." She motioned for him to crouch down so she could get onto his back.
“Fine,” Cam said, not really minding. He hoisted her up and then found that it wasn’t as easy as it would normally be to carry a girl up the stairs. Might’ve been the booze or the pills he’d so recently taken, but whatever. He managed, although there was some staggering and two or three stops to make sure he had a good grip on her. His door had been left open a couple of inches, and he pushed through it before putting her down and closing it behind them. The only things on this third level were his almost palatial room that had its own balcony outside a wall of windows and glass doors, king size bed and en suite bath and a large storage room across the hall. Once he’d put Elodie down, he busied himself taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes, then pausing to admire his reflection in the large dresser mirror. “Awesome,” he said. The bruising was hot; he’d about fuck himself over it.
Elodie laughed most of the way up the stairs. If they fell and she broke her neck, that was life, she supposed. But she was feeling way too chill to care at the moment. Yay, Xanax. His house was really ridiculous, especially since it didn't seem like many people lived there. Elodie could probably hunker down in an empty room and never be found again. Once they were in his room Elodie flopped down on his bed, which was stupidly comfortable. "I should've broken your nose," she said, watching him stand in front of the mirror. "Then you'd have added character to your face."
“My face has plenty of character,” Cam said. A normal person would have gone for ice to bring down swelling, but Cam clearly wasn’t normal, as he didn’t even think of that. After a brief pause he pulled off his long-sleeved shirt and tossed it over the desk chair and then lay down across the end of the bed in a v-necked undershirt and jeans. His head was starting to feel weird and he figured it was the pills; it was a floaty, almost dizzy feeling. The split lip hurt and he didn’t even care. Really, pain was a very minor thing to him. “I think I’m gonna tell my uncle I got mugged. He’ll shit himself.” He certainly wasn’t going to share that he and a girl had beaten each other up.
"You could just tell him I kicked your ass," Elodie said, stretching out across Cam's bed after he had joined her on it. This was so much nicer than her own lumpy mattress. "And that you liked it." If her mom asked about her own bruises she would probably just tell her the truth. It wasn't like her mom was going to be outraged about it. It wouldn't be the first time Elodie came home with a bloodied nose or black eye. Like mother, like daughter.
Cam snickered. “Nah, we don’t discuss my sex life. It’ll be more fun my way. I like inventing scenarios.” People might think he was a dumb jock but there was a lot going on in his brain. It was all part of the front. He kept his grades high enough that he didn’t have to worry about getting his playing privileges suspended and that was good enough for him. “What’re you gonna tell whoever you got at home?” He realized he didn’t know anything about Elodie’s family beyond the clear fact that she had no real supervision. That was his impression from what he’d seen of her, at least.
Getting mugged didn't sound as exciting as getting beat up by a girl and then getting to fuck her, but what did Elodie know? If Cam enjoyed lies, that was fine. Elodie lied all the time too, mostly to people she didn't know or care about. It certainly made life a lot more entertaining. "I'm gonna tell them that a guy punched me in the face," she said, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. "My mom'll either think I'm lying, or she'll ask me what I did to deserve it. So that'll be a fun conversation. If she even notices, anyway." She looked over at Cam. "I'll give you like, twenty minutes, but then I wanna fuck you again before I go home."
Elodie was like no one else. Cam didn’t do love or any of that shit, but he still couldn’t imagine getting tired of her. Hanging out with her never failed to be interesting. “I’m good with that,” he said of her suggestion. “I promised you bourbon too.” He heaved himself up from the bed and moved over to his walk-in closet where he’d placed the latest bottle of Russell’s Reserve he’d liberated from the liquor cabinet downstairs; one thing he could say for Angus was that he never bought the cheap shit. On the way back to the bed he shoved the dimmer switch down, lowering the lights. Nothing like some ambiance, right? Settling back down on the bed, he passed her the bottle.
Elodie snickered when she saw him disappear into his stupidly large walk-in closet and emerge with a bottle. Because of course. She sat up and took the bottle while toeing off her shoes, listening to them thump to the floor below. "Thanks." She twisted off the cap and brought the bottle up to her lips before pausing. "Am I supposed to be a lady and ask for a glass?" People could be stupid about that kind of stuff, especially with expensive alcohol. But they had shared bodily fluids so she didn't think he'd care if she took a pull from the bottle.
Cam snorted laughter. “When you’re drinkin’ in bed, you don’t have to have a glass. That’s my rule.” Plus it wasn’t like he was going to put the bottle back in the liquor cabinet. Once he’d taken one, it was his. Not like Angus ever noticed; he wasn’t the sort of dude who marked bottles to make sure the kids weren’t drinking from them. That was something his mom would do, uptight bitch that she was.
That worked for Elodie. She took a pull from it, barely wincing as the liquor burned down her throat. Then she offered the bottle to Cam before sinking down further into his bed. It was so comfortable and she felt sleepy and relaxed all of the sudden, like she could just sink into the mattress and go to sleep and never wake up. Maybe she would. Sleep, at least. "Wake me up when you're ready to fuck," Elodie said, getting comfortable on her side and closing her eyes.
“Will do,” Cam said. He felt heavy and tired and he thought that might be a while, but if she was going to sleep, that worked out well. After taking another swig from the bottle, he set it on his night table and lay down next to her, pulling the duvet over both of them. Sleeping seemed like a great idea right now. He scooted closer, not quite touching her but close enough that his breath could be felt on the back of her neck. Everything was fucking great right now, he thought as he started to drift. Everything.