Ellis Cooper hated the world.
By: Sophia Rose
Tags: Story, LGBTQ, Ocean, Boat, Gay

Ellis Cooper hated the world.

His parents were dead. His best friend left Ellis when he came out as gay to him.

In short: life sucked balls.

Ellis lived alone on a boat, fishing his days away and selling his wares to make a living.

Ellis was alone. So very, very alone. He didn't hate it though, he was mostly just annoyed by it.

The bar was the only place he could go to forget. To drink away all his emotions. Drinking relaxed him. It helped him feel better about his awful life.

Not tonight, though.

Tonight two assholes decided to get into a bitch fight.

Ellis watched as a handsome man with short, dark hair who couldn't have been more than a few years older than him slinked around until he spotted a beastly man holding a beer. A slow grin spread over the handsome mans face as he spotted his target. The man weaved through the crowd until he was right behind the beast.

"Mind if I take this?" The tanned, handsome man asked loud enough that it was clear he wanted people to hear. He snatched the beer from the mans grip and smashed the bottle against the of the mans shoulder. To anyone else, it would have hurt enough for them to pass out but this man was like a before picture of the beast from Beauty and the Beast.

"You bitch!" The beast growled and turned around in a swift rage. His giant face was almost purple with anger. He looked to be on many drugs.

The bar went mostly silent, quiet except for a few stragglers that were too drunk to be aware of the fight that was happening.

As the two brawlers stood next to eachother at full height the handsome man, compared to the beast, was a puny ant awaiting a giant boot to squish it.

Jesus fuck, I'm about to witness a murder, Ellis thought.

Ellis saw the flash of hesitation in the handsome mans face as he saw the size of the beast before he hid it with a impish grin.

The beast swung his fist forward to hit the handsome man but he missed as the handsome man danced around the beast, using his smaller stature to his advantage.

As the beast was distracted by the handsome man pinching and poking him all over, the handsome man head butted him in the stomach.

The beast clutched his stomach and groaned in pain as the handsome man raised his arms and turned in a victorious circle like he beat someone in a boxing match.

A triumphant smirk settled over his sharp features. The handsome man turned to face Ellis and winked over at him.

Self-righteous bastard. Ellis thought as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

Ellis shook his head to clear his alcohol ridden mind and turned his attention back to the beast.

The beast--true to his name--growled and grabbed the bar stool he had been sitting on moments before.

The chair swung through the air in an arch, complete with a whooshing sound.

The handsome man didn't have time to turn before the stool connected with his skull with a painful sounding crack.

The handsome man crumpled.

Sticky blood coated the back of his head and turned his dark brown hair darker.

Everyone in the bar seemed to collectively wince before turning back to their drinks and hookups as the show ended.

The handsome man was laying on the ground in a small puddle of his own blood, struggling to stand.

Ellis sighed and stood. He might as well try to help the bastard.

"Need some help?"

A groan was the only answer Ellis got. He took it as a yes.

Ellis hooked his arms under the handsome mans shoulders and pulled him up.

Another loud groan came from the handsome man--who probably had a concussion from the blow.

"Why the hell are you so heavy?" Ellis wheezed, trying to carry the man to the bar to sit.

"The weight of my beauty weighs me down."

What an asshole.

"Why am I even helping you?" Ellis mutters to himself.

The handsome man must have heard because he said, "common decency, I suppose?"

Ellis rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance.

The handsome man smirked over at him. "I'd like to hear you make that sound again...in my bed."

Ellis narrowed his eyes but kept walking without a sound.

"Don't be like that, babe." The handsome but asshole-ish man said and leaned his head close enough that Ellis could feel the man's hot breathe against his neck.

"Call me babe again and I'll rip your balls off."

The handsome man's eyes widened in mock hurt.

"As fun as that sounds, why don't we do something else?"

"Look, neither of us know each other and once the alcohol wears off, neither of us will remember each other. So I'm just gonna take you back to your place and then I'm gonna go home."

The man pouted and pinned Ellis against a nearby wall.

This close, Ellis could see how dark the mans eyes actually were.

The mans lips grazed Ellis's neck as he whispered, "and if I dont want to go home alone?"

Ellis shuddered and attempted to make his half hard-on to go away.

Think of old people, sickness...rocks?

"Then you'll just have to suck it up." Ellis said and grit his teeth, trying to push the man away.

"Maybe I want to suck you up."

It made no sense but still managed to make Ellis harder.

"You have a concussion, you're drunk and you are being way too handsy with a stranger. You need to go to sleep, or better yet, go to a doctor." Ellis said and pressed his hands against the mans chest, unknowingly making the man even harder.

Ellis tried to shift but froze when he felt the mans manhood pressed against his leg. Ellis's cheeks turned a deep red and the man smirked.

"I can feel yours too, you know." The man chuckled darkly.

Anger suddenly filled Ellis at the statement, this stranger had no right to...fondle him like this!

"Get off me you pervert!"

Ellis finally found the strength to push the man away. The man blinked at him, he had probably never been so blatantly rejected before.

"I tried to help you but you're a real ass!" Ellis fumed.

The man nodded and backed off. At least he knew what consent was.

Ellis stomped away, tonight had been pretty shit. First he didnt get to finish his drink because of the bar fight, then he had to help a dumbass pervert, then he was practically molested.

Ellis heard the man slump to the ground and tried to keep walking, but he couldn't do it.

Ellis couldn't just leave a hurt, drunk man sitting in the streets. So he turned around.

The man looked up as Ellis came back, his face brightening.

"Listen up, I'm not going to sleep with you but since you probably can't remember your own address in this state, you are coming home with me. But as soon as you wake up I'm taking you home. Understand?"

The man nodded in understanding. He stood shakily to his feet and staggered towards Ellis, who stood a few feet away.

"Thanks." The man whispered before promptly passing out on Ellis's chest.

Ellis fumbled but managed to drag the man along to his boat without capturing any attention from people who would think he killed the unconscious man in his arms. The blood on the back of the handsome mans head wasn't helping.

After getting the mans pants snagged on the wooden dock leading to his boat twice and dropping the man in the water once, they finally made it on board.

After cleaning the his head and bandaging it, Ellis dropped the man in his bed that sat below deck and decided to sleep in the hammock he kept in the closet.

Ellis fell asleep to the sound of the waves.