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sissylittlefeather · 9 months ago

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Clean Up Your Own Backyard: A Walter Hale Story

A/N: So, I'm obsessed with The Trouble With Girls. Like, "watch it almost everyday" obsessed 😂. Naturally, Walter Hale needed a fic. I mean, have you seen him?!

Big thanks to @ccab for hounding me about this until I finally finished it. Love youuuuu!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~4.5k

Unfamiliar with Walter? Bless your heart. Here:

Gilroy, Iowa has been home to you since the day you were born and you've been trying to get out of there for almost just as long. But there was never anywhere to go and having been born in the year 1900, your options were fairly limited. At the tender age of 18, you got married, just for something interesting to do. You had your son a year later and that definitely gave you something to do. Your husband was good to you until he died at the tail end of the Spanish flu epidemic in 1920. Since then, it's been you and Joseph Jr., or Joey, against the world and the thought of leaving faded into the background of your memory.

In the summer of 1927, the Chautauqua rolls through like it does every summer. You work at the hotel as a maid, so you're keenly aware of their presence. This time, something's different, though. There seems to be a new energy among the company and you learn from listening to them chatter that something wild happened in their last town. There was a murder and the manager was actually able to use it to his advantage. You think to yourself that this is a disgusting use of human vulnerability, but it doesn't surprise you. These Chautauqua managers are always a little slimy. Thankfully, as a maid, you never really interact with the more powerful people. In fact, you don't really interact with anyone. To them, you're invisible unless you're in the way, so you're able to go about your daily business without much interruption.

One day, you're busy cleaning in an empty room with the door open. The weather is warm, so you left it open to get a breeze as you work. Without realizing it, you're singing almost at the top of your lungs. You've always been a person who sings while you work and really while you do anything. It's just a bad habit that you have. People have told you that you have a lovely voice, but it never seemed to matter much other than earning you some solos at church here and there.

So when you're singing in the hotel as you clean, you're shocked to turn around and find a man in the doorway.

"Oh sweet berries! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just listening to you."

"To me?"

"You're quite the little canary, you know that?"

He's unbearably handsome with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I am?"

"Don't act so surprised, toots."

"Well, thank you, I guess." You turn to go back to cleaning, but he doesn't leave. He just stands in the doorway and watches you clean. You look back at him and he smiles, his eyes sparkling.

"I might like to hear you again sometime."

"Well, I clean the hotel almost every day, so I'm sure you will." He laughs and is about to speak again when an older man bustles up to him.

"Walter, we need you. Stop trying to seduce the locals and get back to your job." You look down and blush at the thought that this attractive man might be trying to flirt with you. He goes to leave, but turns to you just before he walks away.

"See you around, honey. I hope." With that he's gone and you go back to cleaning. This time, though, you hum quietly instead of singing out loud.

******

Walter follows Johnny back to his room to discuss whatever this problem is.

"She's gone." Johnny is panting and sweating and Walter can tell he's panicking.

"What do you mean she's gone? Who's gone?"

"Charlene. She disappeared in the night."

"Damn." He looks down at his feet and shakes his head. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince her to stay instead of trying to force her. Still, Walter is not one to mourn the loss of a woman for long. But this does present a pretty big problem for the company. He thinks quickly.

"Put Betty in charge of the story tent. She's been working with Charlie, she knows what to do. I'll find someone to work with her."

"Find someone? Where?" Johnny asks annoyed. Walter thinks about you and your nightingale voice.

"Somewhere. Don't you worry." He heads for the door to go talk to Betty and Johnny follows him closely.

"You've got that look again, Boss. You've got an idea that's going to make trouble." Walter laughs again. In the hallway, he hears you humming and smiles. He does have an idea.

******

After getting Betty set up, Walter stands at the back of the tent and listens to the children audition for the show. Most of them don't have much to offer, so he's just about to leave when a boy of about 8 takes the stage. He requests a gospel song from Betty and begins to sing. Walter turns on his heel quickly. The boy has the prettiest soprano he's ever heard and he's absolutely killing the gospel number. He watches the boy sing his whole song while the wheels turn in his mind. At the end, he walks to the front to catch the boy before he leaves.

"Hey, son, wait a minute." The boy looks up at him in awe.

"Yes, sir?"

"You sing pretty good. And I don't give that compliment lightly."

"Oh, thank you, sir." The boy's blue eyes are wide as plates.

"I don't think we're going to put you in the kids' show. I'd like you to sing some gospel numbers with the quartet. Do you play the piano?" The boy swallows deeply. He can't believe what he's hearing.

"No, sir, I don't. We don't have one at our house. You want me to sing with the quartet?"

"I do. Where's your mama? Is she here?" Walter looks around the tent.

"No, sir, she had to work."

"Alright, then. Will you bring her to me tomorrow or whenever she's available?"

"Yes, sir. She doesn't work tomorrow so I'll bring her here."

"That's good, son, thank you." He ruffles the boy's hair and lets him run off. Then, he heads back to the hotel.

******

You've almost finished for the day when you run into Walter in the hallway. He smiles and his eyes do the sparkly thing again.

"Hi honey. Can I talk to you?"

"To me?"

"Yes. Come here." He takes you into the room you just finished cleaning and sits down on the little couch. He gestures for you to sit next to him, so you do, just far enough away to still be polite but distant.

"You know I'm the manager of the Chautauqua-"

"You're the manager?"

"I am."

"Oh. You're younger than I expected."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." All of a sudden his sparkly eyes feel like a subtle manipulation and you recoil from him without thinking. He's the man responsible for the murder business in the last town. "I have a problem and I think you could help me."

"Me?"

"Yes. How would you like to get out of Gilroy?" Your heart flip flops, but you know it's not an option.

"What do you mean?"

"I need a woman to help in the children's tent, someone who knows music. How would you like to come with us?" You can't believe what you're hearing. In a lot of ways it's a dream come true, but you know you can't leave Joey.

"Oh, sir-"

"Walter. Walter Hale."

"Mr. Hale-"

"Walter."

"Sir, as flattered as I am, I can't leave Gilroy."

"Why is that?" You hesitate to tell him, but he needs to know you're serious.

"I can't leave my son."

"You have a son?"

"I do. And I can't just leave him here to go with you."

"Bring him along."

"Oh, I could never. The Chautauqua is no place for a child."

"I grew up in the Chautauqua."

"Right, well, I'm not sure I'd like my son to end up..." You trail off when you realize what you're saying, but his lip curls into a smirk. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. It's fine. But I sure could use your help."

"I can't. I'm sorry." You stand up from the little couch to go back to work. He watches you walk away, trying to think through his next steps. He'll convince you to come with him; he just needs to figure out the right move.

******

The next day, Walter is walking through the grounds making sure everything is running smoothly. He hears a voice behind him.

"Sir!" He turns to see the young boy from yesterday running towards him. He waits for him to get close and then ruffles his hair again.

"What is it, buddy?"

"I brought my mom. She's in the tent." Walter follows him to the children's tent to meet the boy's mother and try to convince her to let him take the boy under his wing. His mother turns when she hears her son and Walter's mouth drops.

"It's you!" You look at him with your eyebrows knit together.

"It's me. What do you want with my son?" Suddenly he realizes that this might be a real uphill battle for him.

"Well, ma'am, I'd like to have him join the Chautauqua as a sort of protégé for me."

"Protégé? For you?"

"Ma'am, I don't know if you know this, but your son is incredibly talented."

"I'm aware. What does that have to do with you?"

"I'd like to take him under my wing a bit: teach him piano and how to harmonize in a quartet." You scoff and look down at Joey. He's your pride and joy, the only thing you have left of your husband, and you're not going to let him go easily.

"Absolutely not. My son will go to college someday. He's not a performer."

"Oh, but he is. I've seen him." You look down at Joey, seemingly trying to decide whether you should take this risk or lock him inside forever. You look back up at Walter.

"Is this just because you need a new story lady?" He raises his eyebrows.

"What? No!"

"You want to pretend like you're taking an interest in my son so I'll come with you, is that it?"

"Ma'am. I took an interest in him before I knew he was your son." Now the boy chimes in. He's excited for this opportunity.

"It's true, mama. He talked to me yesterday after I auditioned." You look back and forth between them and try to imagine what it would be like for your son to grow up and become Walter.

"No. Absolutely not. Come on, Joey." You turn on your heel and push your son in front of you.

"But mama-"

"Ma'am-" You turn back to Walter.

"Thank you for putting these crazy ideas in his head without talking to me first." Then, you grab Joey's hand and walk away quickly. Walter watches you and shakes his head. There are several reasons he'd like you to join the company. The way you look walking away from him is not the least of them.

******

You have to go to work at the hotel every day, so you don't know that Joey is making his way to the Chautauqua grounds after you leave and getting home just before you do. Walter has him scheduled to perform with the quartet on the Friday night two weeks after your first encounter with him. Sometimes you see him in the hallways of the hotel and he nods politely, but doesn't press you any further about Joey performing.

You don't suspect anything until you hear Betty talking to one of the other women in the show as you clean the room across the hall.

"That new boy is very talented. I can't believe we found him in a little town like this. It's too bad his mother won't let him join us long-term. He'd be a great addition to the show." The other girl nods in agreement. "Mr. Hale assures me that he'll be able to convince the mother once he performs. I sure hope he's right."

Your blood boils as you listen to the conversation. He'll be able to convince you, will he? His arrogance is only outweighed by his sliminess. You drop the sheets you were changing and stomp through the hotel looking for him.

He's nowhere to be found. Finally, you go back to Betty and decide to ask. They're not used to the staff approaching them, but Betty used to work in a hotel too, so her shock fades quickly.

"Where is Mr. Hale?"

"Oh, I believe he's in the main performance tent preparing for tonight."

"Just what is the performance tonight?"

"It's that boy with the gospel group. He's so good! You should listen, if you're able to."

"I'll find a way. He's my son." Betty's mouth pops open and you turn and walk away.

******

At the performance tent, you stand in the back and watch as your son practices with the quartet. Walter is there too, playing the piano. You try desperately not to notice how attractive he is with his hands on the keys. You swallow deeply, shake your head, and go back to watching your son. When he sings with the quartet, your mouth drops.

He's incredible.

You knew he was talented, but always in a raw, unrefined kind of way. But now? Now he sounds like a little polished songbird, hitting notes and making runs like nothing you've ever heard before. He hears the harmony instinctively and sings it with grace, blending perfectly with the lower voices. His vibrato is beautiful and you wonder how he learned all of this in two weeks. That's when Walter stops them, stands up from the piano and kneels down in front of Joey. You can't hear what he's saying to him, but Joey is spellbound listening. He nods cooperatively. Then, they sing together.

You inhale sharply when you hear Walter's voice. It sounds like an older, deeper, baritone version of your son's soprano. He's giving instruction as he sings and Joey blends his sound with Walter's perfectly. They sound like they were made to sing together and you absolutely melt. The sincerity on Walter's face as he coaches your son would be impossible to fake. He meant it when he said he wanted to mentor Joey. Tears gather in your eyes and you begin to imagine the possibilities for his future.

You back slowly out of the tent to go home and change. You decide not to interfere with the performance tonight.

******

On stage, Joey is perfect and he absolutely shines. He is a performer. He sings his three songs and then sits down in the front row of the tent as the show continues.

But it's Walter that you can't keep your eyes off of. Every move he makes elicits a physical response from you.

At one point, he looks out to the crowd and catches you biting your bottom lip. He has to work not to laugh when you gasp and blush. Naturally, he spends the rest of the evening teasing you with looks and winks and subtle movements. By the end of the show, you're both so hot and bothered that you almost can't stand it.

As the show concludes and everyone makes their way out of the tent, you stand still, eyes glued to Walter as he talks to people. He knows you're watching him, so the smile he can't suppress is real. He stands with Joey as people compliment them both and they look so fitting there together that you almost would think they were father and son. That damn near kills you too. Finally, Joey sees you and comes bounding towards you to celebrate his success. You give him the biggest hug and tell him all your favorite parts of the show as Walter excuses himself from his conversation and saunters over. He ruffles Joey's hair and leaves his hand on his shoulder.

"Your boy is a hit, ma'am."

"I noticed. Thank you for working with him."

"I wonder if you have some time tonight to negotiate more about whether we make him a permanent member of the Chautauqua."

"I think I can manage that. Can he-" Walter turns and calls to Betty. She walks over cautiously.

"Betty will take him over to the children's tent for the evening, so we can talk privately." He gestures to Betty and she reluctantly takes Joey and walks out of the tent. That leaves just the two of you alone.

"Come over to my office." He puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you to the stage. He sits down on the piano bench and pats the spot beside him for you to sit down too. You do and automatically put your hands on the keys. You haven't played a piano in years.

"Do you play?"

"Mhmm. A little. But not in a long time." You nervously begin the top part of a duet piece that you used to play as a child. He begins the bottom part and you're surprised at how well you play together. You relax a little as you continue and the song comes back from your memory. He watches you as he plays, an almost strange look on his face.

Eventually, you look up at him too, but you're not as practiced, so you fumble the keys when you do.

"Oh, whoops, I-"

But before you can apologize for mixing up the melody, his lips are on yours. Without another thought, you turn your body to face his and the kiss escalates to a fever pitch, your tongues moving wildly as your hands begin to roam. He puts one hand on your hip and the other on your neck and pulls you in close to him while your arms go around his neck. All of the tension from the evening of flirtation comes pouring out of both of you into the kiss.

He turns and lifts you until your bottom is on the keys and he's in between your legs, still pulling you in to kiss him deeply. Then he stands up, lifting you again to place you on top of the grand piano. You notice his erection as he stands there and he gives you a look almost asking for permission to do more than kiss you. You nod and he pushes your dress up over your hips and pulls your bloomers down and off. You've never been with a man that wasn't your husband, so you blush a little at the speed with which he undresses you. He notices the change in your demeanor and looks into your eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" You swallow and take a deep breath. He looks down at himself and back up at you. "I can-"

"No. Don't stop."

"You're sure, honey?" You grab the front of his jacket and pull him into a passionate kiss. Then, you push his jacket off of his shoulders and kiss his neck. You whisper as you do.

"Don't stop." He grunts and unbuttons his vest as you pull his tie off, your hands trembling with desire. He goes back to kissing you and puts both hands on your ass to pull you in as close to him as you can get from your position on top of the piano. You begin to unbutton his shirt and eventually get it off of him and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. He uses both hands to lift your dress up over your head and remove your bra. A soft moan escapes his lips as he looks down at your body, naked and sitting on top of the piano. He kisses down your chest, caressing your breast with one hand and licking a slow circle around your other nipple. You whimper as he keeps moving down your body with his mouth, sitting on the piano bench and spreading your thighs to get to your center. He leans forward, putting both hands on your ass, and drags his tongue up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top. It's been so long since you've had a man touch you like that that it almost takes your breath away. You lean back and he goes to work licking your clit.

"Oh! Walter!" You moan as he moves his tongue on you in circles. He licks you fervently and you feel the coil of your orgasm begin to tighten between your legs. The pleasure of what he's doing with his mouth is exquisite and you cry out again. He pulls back a little and looks up at you from his position between your thighs.

"Honey, I don't wanna stifle you, but we are in a tent." All of a sudden you become very aware of the fact that there are no doors or walls separating you from the rest of the camp. It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. He notices the way you arch your back and smiles. "Good girl."

He leans into you again and goes back to licking you, sliding his tongue over and around and across your clit. You're right on the edge of your orgasm and he knows it. He sucks on you lightly, backs up and blows on you, and then dives in and licks harder than he has so far and you tumble over the edge, coming harder than you ever have before, the blood rushing from your core out to your fingertips in electric bolts.

"Oh God, Walter." You groan through gritted teeth as you ride the high of your orgasm and he devours you like his life depends on it. When you finally come back down to earth, you push him backwards and slide forward off of the piano into his lap. You kiss him again deeply, tasting your own sweetness on him, and grind against his hardened cock.

"You're gonna make a mess of my pants, honey." He whispers in your ear as you nibble on his earlobe.

"Do you care?"

"No. I really don't."

"That's what I thought." You grind against him again and he whimpers. Then, you back off of him and stand up between him and the piano. He stands up too, pushing the piano bench back away from him. Your hands go to his pants button and you smirk at the wet spot on the front of them. He helps you undo them and then slides them down, kicking his shoes off, as his cock bounces free. You shouldn't be surprised at how beautiful it is, but you are. It's long and straight and you don't hesitate to drop to your knees in front of it, fully intending to worship it with your mouth. He groans and puts his hand on the top of the piano to steady himself as you push his foreskin back and lick a slow circle around the head. You drag your tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then take him fully into your mouth, opening your throat until he hits the back of it.

"Shit, y/n." He moans while you begin to bounce on him. You move your hands around to his ass to hold him still while you slide your mouth up and down. You push him as deep as he'll go again and bury your nose in the soft patch of hair at the base of him. He makes some kind of guttural grunt and then grabs your hair, pulling gently to get you to back off of him. As you stand back up, he turns you around to face the piano and kisses your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, honey, I wasn't ready to finish yet." He lines himself up with you from behind and teases your entrance with his tip. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Walter, oh!" He pushes into you from behind, filling you slowly. You feel every inch of him as your pussy stretches to accommodate his size. He begins to move in and out of you, picking up a steady rhythm.

"Good girl. You like this?" He asks as he pounds you from behind, holding your hips with both hands while you grasp at the top of the piano.

"God, yes, don't stop!"

"You like it when I fuck you hard like this?"

"Yes, fuck, Walter!" You hit the keys as he slams into you and it makes a kind of atonal music to go along with the sound of your skin slapping together rhythmically. Everyone outside the tent knows exactly what's going on inside and you don't even care. With his cock buried so deep inside you, the only thing you can think about is how close you are to coming again.

He pulls out of you without warning and flips you around to face him, pushing back into you quickly.

"Join the Chautauqua. Come with me. Stay with me." He says it between kisses as he fucks you much more gently now.

"Is that what this is all about?"

"No. I just can't let you go after this." You look into his eyes and he looks into yours. You can tell he's on the brink of his climax, just like you are. His hair drips with sweat and he might be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"Yes. Okay. I'll come... with... you." As you say it he groans loudly and fills you with warmth and you fall head first into a full body wave of pleasure. He pumps a couple more times weakly while you shudder and tremble with ecstasy. You both breathe heavily as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Did you mean that?"

"Yes. I did." He slides out and falls backwards onto the piano bench, pulling you down into his lap. He kisses you again deeply and then rests his head on your shoulder with his arms around your waist.

"Welcome to the Chautauqua."

"Are you my boss now?"

"Honey, I'll be anything you want me to be, as long as you don't leave me."

"Leave you or the company?"

"Both. But mainly me." He kisses your shoulder and gives you a sly look. You're still not sure if this was about you or the Chautauqua, but you're willing to join him on the road and find out. This is your chance to get out of this town and see what the world has to offer. He's just icing on the cake. Delicious, sweet, and probably bad for you, but definitely worth it in the end. If anyone has anything to say about it, well, they can clean up their own backyard.

******

The End

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vintagepresley · 1 year ago

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Negotiating Parties

Pairing: Walter Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3,734

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Seducing, flirting, spanking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie, little bit of dirty talking, etc.

Author's Notes: Here it is the long awaited Walter Hale fic. I didn't want to do too much because I may end up making this into a mini series like the Change of Habit fics. So, I did leave the ending a bit open ended. If you guys like it then I'll write some more Walter Hale x reader stories. (There may be a Walter Hale x John Carpenter x Reader mashup in the works.. 👀) I did use a lot of lines from the film because it just made sense since this is heavily inspired by THAT tent scene. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors!

Walter Hale, the manager of the chautauqua had come into town with his troupe entertainers looking to find even more people with special talents to perform in his show. But he couldn’t do it all alone. You had worked with Walter for quite some time and now that he was the boss you worked as a shop stewardess helping him audition young children for kids part of the show. In the past the two of you did have some connection but now that he was the boss things were different, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. As much as you loved your job you didn’t love Walter’s way of doing things and how he’d leave you to deal with a dozen children to audition and you felt overworked. You also didn’t care for his excessive flirting with you and his smugness and that stupid grin of his face all the time and the way he would always be smoking those cigars. He thought it was cute, but you couldn’t stand the man sometimes. You were always challenging him and threatening to quit which he was always so against. But what really caused him problems was the fact that you were trying to start a union. He had been meaning to speak with you about all this strike business that when he finally caught up with you, you wouldn’t give him the time of day as he followed close behind you as you walked away from him.

“Well now, wait a minute, just listen to me. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Walter said.

You continued to walk and blew him off as you rolled your eyes. “I’ve got a few things on my mind I’ve been wanting to discuss with you!” you snapped.

“Good.. Let’s go to my place.” he said with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Nice try. This isn’t pillow talk. This is about business!” you remarked.

He continued to smirk at your words and then he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you into his embrace as his hands rested against your abdomen to stop you from walking and he grinned. You elbowed him and forced your way out of his grip, turning to face him.

“Just listen to me for a minute, honey.” he hummed. You quickly snatched your arm away from him and scoffed at him calling you honey.

“It’s Ms. Honey, boss!” you snapped.

He chuckled and nodded at your words and gestured for you to step into the tent with him the two of you were stopped at. “Ladies first..” he grinned. You narrowed your eyes at him and stepped into the tent and he followed behind you with a wide smirk as his sparkling blue eyes stared at you with such lust. He loved seeing you all riled up and mad at him, it only furthered his attraction towards you and turned him on at the same time. The moment the two of you got into the tent you turned to face him and began to ramble and go off on him about the unfair wages and being overworked.

“You’re not going to get away with it!” you rambled as you walked around the tent frantically.

“Get away with what, toots?” he smirked as he lit up one of his cigars, smirking as he placed it between his lips.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!” you huffed.

He chuckled as he took a few more puffs of his cigar, smiling at you as you just continued to go on and on about the union and when you didn’t notice he had walked closer to you that when you turned around he was right in your face with that big smug grin on his face and his cigar placed between his fingers.

“Would you mind shutting up a minute?” he laughed.

You swallowed harshly being so close to his face. You hated how handsome he was and how good he always looked in his suits. Especially in the dark brown suit he was wearing tonight. You tried to not let that distract you from what you intended to say and get done. But you had to admit it was hard as the two of you stared at one another and the smell of his cigar on his breath and his blue eyes staring right into you. He leaned back up with a grin and started toward the table. “If you’re finished rambling, I’d like to talk about another matter.” he said as he pulled a chair out for you. “Come sit down.” he hummed as he took a few more puffs of his cigar.

You furrowed your brow a bit as you stared at him and then the chair and you cleared your throat. “Why do I have to sit down?” you asked.

“You don’t have to sit down.” he chuckled, smoking his cigar and staring at you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly walked over to the chair and sitting down, you stared up at him suspiciously. “This better be about negotiating.” you remarked.

“Oh, we’re going to negotiate.” he smirked as he stood behind you. You tensed up the moment when you felt how close he was standing behind you. You cleared your throat. “So.. What’s the first order of business?” you asked.

“Well.. negotiating between business partners should be open… and intimate. I like you, Y/N. You’re a hard worker, say what’s on your mind and fun to be with. Not to mention your downright gorgeous.” he smirked.

You smiled nervously. “Oh, well thank you. What’s our first number of business as negotiating partners?” you asked.

He smirked and now his hands were resting on your shoulders and rubbing them sensually and slowly and brushing his fingers along your arms as he rubbed your shoulders and now he pressed up against the chair behind you and one of his hands brushed against your neck. You took a deep breath not knowing what he was trying to do.

“Well.. We could start to negotiate all kinds of things that could be more meaningful.. In all kinds of areas..” he hummed.

“M-Meaning what?” you stuttered as he continued to rub your shoulders.

“Meaning that relations between negotiating partners can be better served with what is sometimes called, getting into bed with each other.” he smirked as his fingertips lightly ran along your arms. You quickly hopped out of your chair angrily and swatted your hands at him to hit him as you hollered and he just laughed.

“Oh, you no good, son of a-” but before you could finish your sentence he grabbed a hold of you and you did your best to try to fight him off but he was a lot stronger than you. He tightened his grip around you as he sat down and forced you over his lap and you squirmed and kicked about trying to get out of his lap. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!” you yelled.

“It seems we’re going to have to start a new form of negotiating, aren’t we? Now hold still, honey.” he mumbled with a smirk as his cigar sat between his lips as he reached down to yank your skirt up above your ass and reveal your bare ass and you tried to swat at his hands but he bested you. He raised an eyebrow quite surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Well, well.. You came prepared..” he grinned.

You felt your face grow hot and you continued to wiggle around and kick your legs. “I said let me go!!!” you shouted.

“Not until you’ve listened to me..” he said puffing on his cigar that hung from his lips and he held you down with his right arm trying to keep you from moving so much and then he brought his left hand down toward your ass and he slowly rubbed his hand over it, squeezing and groping it gently before he lifted his hand up and brought it back down to give your ass a hard slap. You squealed from the sting of his slap and you wiggled again as you whimpered, still trying to fight against him. He smacked your ass again and again, each slap becoming hard and causing your ass to turn red and you whimpered even louder because of how badly it stung. Then he ran his hand along your red and sensitive ass slowly. You pursed your lips together when you felt his long fingers running between your inner thighs and brushing up against the heat between your legs and you pressed your lips harder together trying to suppress the small moan that was fighting its way out of you. His fingers brushed slowly against your pussy and slightly parted your lips open and ran his middle finger along your pussy and clit and he raised an eyebrow when he felt how wet you were and then the whimpering moan that escaped your lips and your hips slightly thrusting against his finger. “Mm.. Seems you’re enjoying this, honey. Let’s explore just how wet I can get you..”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you felt so embarrassed because your body was working against you. You couldn’t help being wet from the way he was touching you and spanking you and when his fingers teased your pussy. It was a natural reaction for you to get wet. But it didn’t help that you did find him attractive. “P-Please.. No..” you whimpered. He smirked and rubbed his finger that was still between your wet lips and brushed the pad of his finger against your clit and you let out another moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and he slipped his finger out of you to see it coated in your slick and he grinned at the delightful sight.

“Shhh...” he hummed as he spread your legs apart over his lap and he slapped his hand over your ass once more before he slipped his hand toward your pussy and gave it a gentle slap which caused you to jolt in his lap and your body trembled and you hated how aroused you were that it became impossible to even fight him anymore because he was going to get what he wanted before he let you go. He puffed away at his cigar that bounced between his lips as he took two fingers slowly guiding them inside of your tight wet pussy and he loved how your walls clenched around thick long fingers as he slid them knuckle deep inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered and moaned on top of him and your body completely submitted to him as your sweet nectar dripped down his fingers. He hadn’t even begun to finger you yet and you were already making a mess on him. “Goddamn, baby.. This pussy is so needy for me, hm?” he smirked.

You couldn’t even speak at this point that all you could do was nod and a soft “Mhm..” escaped you. You couldn’t deny it any longer just how much you yearned for him. He liked your response and curled his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them slowly and each thrust he forced them inside of you deeper which caused the soft noises escaping you to become loud and long and your whimpers sounded so desperate. He tilted his head slightly to watch himself fingering you and he could see your slick glistening all over his hand and dripping from you. But he wasn’t finished yet. To take it a step further he removed his cigar from his mouth and tossed it and then brought his other hand down and used the pad of his index finger to rub your sensitive swollen clit at the same pace that his fingers were pumping inside of you.

“W-Walter..” you began to whimper as your hands grasped onto his thigh.

He let out a soft chuckle at the sounds you were making and he began to pump his fingers faster inside of you and his index finger pressing against your clit firmly and rubbing it faster and you were so wet for him that the squelching sounds of him fingering you only grew louder as he watched your slick making an even bigger mess that it began to drip onto his lap and staining his pants. “Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath as he kept up his movements. Your moans loud and pleasurable as you call out his name and even begin to thrust your hips against his fingers trying to keep up with his movements. The way you maneuvered your hips caused you to rub up against the front of his pants. That was causing a pleasurable friction for him that you could feel his cock growing against you and he began to groan softly and you heard his groans and smirked to yourself as you continued to purposely hump his cock as he continued to fuck your pussy with his rough callose fingers and playing with your clit that your toes began to curl and your felt everything growing more intense as your orgasm built up and you nearly squealed when you felt him force another finger inside of your tight pussy and stretching you out just to get in deeper inside of you. “Oh fuck!” you shouted feeling yourself so close to cumming but also feeling another strange feeling at the same time. It was a feeling you had never felt before but it made everything he was doing even more intense that you couldn’t control what was going to happen now.

He could feel how tense your body was becoming and the way it trembled against him and how your walls tightened around his fingers and your breathing grew heavy and your body felt nearly weak. As you panted heavily and moaned his name out louder that’s when it happened. That’s when you came so hard all over his fingers and his lap and then suddenly another liquid came squirting out of you at the same time that made an even bigger mess on him and his eyes lit up at the sight of you squirting and cumming for him and your moans were so loud you were sure anyone walking by the tent could hear you screaming Walter’s name. “Mm, you dirty little girl.. Squirting all over my suit like that.. Tsk tsk..” he hummed. Your face was bright red because you couldn’t control what happened and you were so embarrassed, you could feel the liquid dripping from you and your body trembled when you felt him slip his soaked fingers out of your leaking and stretched pussy. You thought he was finished with you now as you laid across his lap limp and tired. But you were in for a surprise when he grabbed you and manhandled you as he lifted you up from his lap and forced you to sit on top of his soaked lap now and he placed your legs around his waist.

“W-What are you doing?” you said breathless.

“We aren’t finished yet, honey. I want to make sure you understand my proposal for our negotiation.. Clearly.” he smirked. You watched with wide eyes as he reached down to undo his pants and he reached a hand into his pants, wrapping his hand around his fully erect cock and tugging it out of his pants and you blushed at the sight of him and chewed on your bottom lip. He looked up and grinned when he saw you staring at his cock. “Like what you see?” he teased. You licked over your lips and nodded slowly in response to him. “You’ll like the way it feels even more..” he mumbled as he pulled you to him and crashed his lips against yours and kissing you deeply you dare put up a fight anymore because you couldn’t resist his charms as you shared a deep kiss and he took his cock and slowly guided it inside of your pussy that was nice and stretched enough for him to slide inside of you with ease and the movement you felt his cock enter you and stretch you out even more you moaned loudly and against his lips as he groaned against yours. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders and clawing at the fabric of his suit as he bottomed out inside of you and he placed his hands on your waist and tightening his grip on you as he forced you to stay still and he began to slam his cock inside of you lifting his hips up and down as each movement got faster. You squealed and cried out his name as his cock slammed against your walls and hit against your cervix. You could feel it pulsing inside of you with each stroke.

“S-So fuckin’ wet for me, honey’..” he groaned. You didn’t know how it was possible for you to still be so wet for him and only growing wetter as he abused your pussy with such vigor and roughness that he began to bounce you on his cock and the sound of the chair creaking beneath the two of you sounded nearly muffled as the noises that escaped the both of you grew louder and his hands moved to rest against your ass, giving it a hard slap as you bounced on top of him. You tugged at the fabric of his brown suit balling it up in your fists and he kept one hand on your ass and then moved the other between your thighs and his fingers found your clit again and it was already so sensitive that when he began to rub slow circles against it with his middle finger your eyes rolled back and your thighs slightly squeezing around his hips and you knew it was a matter of time before you reached your climax once again because it was already building and you started to pant and whimper and cry out his name so desperately.

“Mm.. Gonna be a good girl and squirt for me again? Hm? Make this suit a bigger mess..” he whispered into your ear as he hips slammed against you and his cock so deep inside of you driving you over the end and you nearly screamed in pleasure the more pressure he put against your clit that before you could register what was happening your orgasm hit like a tidal wave and your entire body went into shock as you convulsed on top of him and trembled and your thighs squeezing around him as you came all over his cock and squirted for the second time not only getting it all over his cock and hand, but on his pants once against as hell as the jacket of his suit. That drove him completely over the edge and he held you down on his cock and he rocked you back and forth and he grunted loudly as his warm cum came spurtting out inside of you in ropes and filling you up. You collapsed against him, whimpering like a kitten as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders loosely and the two of you tried to catch your breath and when he finished inside of you he reached down to slip his cock out that was slowly growing soft and his cum leaked out of you.

Walter exhaled sharply, his face nuzzled into your neck and he placed soft little kisses against it as his hands rubbed over your thighs. You slowly lifted your head up to look at him and you were blushing hard because you had ruined his suit and because he was still your boss and you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. But he didn’t care one bit. He stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes and a grin and he placed his hand between your chin with his thumb pressed against your chin and his index finger rested right beneath. “So.. Whaddaya say? Do you agree with the terms of our negotiation?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him knowing that the only part of the negotiation he meant was the “Getting into bed together” part. But there was no way for you to say no now, not after what the two of you just did and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy it and wanted more. You cleared your throat and climbed off his lap to fix your dress and gain control of yourself again. He continued to stare at you as he tugged his cock back into his pants and fixed himself as best as he could and he glanced down to see the wet stains all over him and he smirked to himself at the sight before he turned his attention back to you as he stood up. “So? We’ve got a deal, honey?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter now, do I?” replied with your usual attitude.

He chuckled. “Oh, you have a choice.” he grinned.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him being a fool if you said because you knew you’d regret it and would only think of the feeling of his fingers inside of you and the way his cock felt. “I guess we have a deal.” you hummed, reaching your hand out to shake his and raised an eyebrow glancing down at your hand and he pushed it away grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss and you threw your arms around him and returned his passionate deep kiss until the two of you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of loud fireworks shooting across the tent that Walter, unbeknownst to him set off when he threw his cigar. You screamed and Walter quickly grabbed you and two of you ran out of the tent as he laughed and you hit him playfully because you assumed he had something to do with the fireworks and you stormed off and he tried to catch up with you until he was stopped by a group of kids wanting him to see their act for the show. He hoped that he’d run into later on for some more “negotiating”.

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earthbaby-angelboy · 1 year ago

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OHMYFOD YALL

I JUST FOUND A RARE PHOTO OF EL IN THE TROUBLE WITH GIRLS CIRCA 1969 AND I AM SCREAMING!!!

HIM IN THE LIL WHITE SUIT WITH THE BLUE SHIRT AND THE CARNATION WILL FOREVER BE ICONIC!!

#elvis presley #walter hale #the trouble with girls 1969 #i am feeling VERY autistic #i’m so normal about him.#jesus christ #i got 99 problems and a hug from walter could solve all of them

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starboybutler · 2 years ago

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Swing Down, Sweet Chariot Ch. 1 | Deke Rivers X Walter Hale

THIS STORY IS 18+. MINORS DNI.

(ch. 2 here.)

summary: walter hale spots a young talent at a bar one night, and decides to offer him a job.

word count: 5184

tws: alcohol consumption, age difference, smut, frottage, blowjobs

notes: i posted this on ao3 a while ago, and recently uploaded the second chapter, so i'm posting it here as well. this is one of my longer stories, so i hope you all enjoy 🫶🏽

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girls were nothing but trouble.

walter learned that the hard way. he always had girls all over him, whining and begging him for something, and it was starting to get old. sure, dealing with women was his job, in a sense, but they could have had a little dignity when they came up to him.

of course, it wasn't just women. walter hated anyone whiny. it was annoying and unbecoming. he doesn't know how he managed to get stuck with the whiniest people on the planet wherever he went, but they always seemed to just follow him. after that whole fiasco with the murder of that old pharmacist, he decided to quit his job for a bit, and just relax on his own.

that mainly consisted of going to bars, listening to whatever act they were presenting that night, drinking until he was a little bit tipsy, and going to a hotel to sleep it off. sometimes he found himself a women to sleep with- just for the hell of it.

if he was being completely honest, he didn't feel anything for women anymore. with the whole incident that had just happened, he’d been staying away from any type of serious relationship. he never liked to get serious with anyone anyway, as he found it to be too burdening to his psyche.

but he still slept with the women, mostly out of obligation. he didn't want to turn them down and get spit on and called a fairy, so he indulged them. he would crawl into bed with them, lick them between the legs, let them get him off, and be on his way. it was a tiring cycle, but it didn't bother him none.

the bar he had chosen was a little more crowded than the others, and they were all watching the stage intently, waiting for the performances to finish so they could get to the main act.

walter would watch the performances, but he wouldn't make much noise. he enjoyed the background noise, and sometimes the music had a nice beat to it, but he never found himself hyped up. probably because he never drank to the point where he got fully drunk.

the second to last act left the stage, and a short, stout old man hobbled up to the microphone stand to announce the next act.

it was just one kid, from some midwestern town. his name was deke rivers, the crowd cheered as the old man made his way off stage, and the young man stepped into the spotlights.

he was certainly different from all the other acts. everyone else was either a small country band, a jokester, some showgirls, or god know what. but this kid, it was just him and his guitar.

his outfit was nice too. jeans and a jean jacket, accompanied by a blue button up underneath. his hair was black and longer than most men would consider having it, and his eyes were blue like the ocean.

walter found himself facing the stage fully, his eyes unable to leave the boy.

the boy greeted the crowd, and began strumming his guitar mindlessly, before setting it aside. the crowd cheered, and the boy began to dance in a way that walter had never seen before.

his legs were moving this way and that, his hips jerking to the music as he bounced up and down entrancingly. a few strands of stray hair fell down onto his forehead, swaying as he danced. it was hypnotic, almost.

walter had worked in show business for some time- and he had never seen anything like this. sure, girls could wiggle and shake all they wanted, but that was choreographed- in sync. the way this boy was dancing was natural, not planned at all. it was unique, and walter was loving every second.

he didn't know if it was the showman in him, or if he was just actually enjoying it to enjoy it. but either way, the boy had him in a trance. the music was catching his ear as well, the beat lively and the lyrics catchy.

‘So baby, time's a wasting

A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting

I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my share

Oh got a lot o' living to do’

the crowd began to clap along, bopping their heads to the music and cheering as the boy’s energy only seemed to grow. he jumped from the stage, into the a clearing in the middle of the crowd, and spun and snapped and wiggled like he would never do it again.

the crowd watched him with glee, some ladies having to be held back from jumping on him. walter was fascinated at how he had this effect on so many people- women and men alike. he was different, so energetic and happy, he was living in the moment and no one could stop him.

‘A whole lot o' loving to do

Come on baby, to make a party takes two

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you’

the song came to and end and the crowd erupted as the boy went back on stage and bowed his way out, escaping backstage.

as he disappeared behind the curtain, walter felt a twinge of disappointment. that show was the first thing to get his attention in a long, long time- and now that it was over, he was left with all of his feelings again.

he needed to see that boy again.

he stood up and made his way towards the backstage area, taking a drag of his cigar. he reached the entrance to the backstage area and looked the bouncer in the eye.

“let me back, i wanna talk to that deke rivers kid,” he said simply, flicking away some of the ashes from the tip of his cigar.

“a lot of people do.” the bouncer said, rolling his shoulders. “i can't let you back, i’m sorry.”

“it’s on business,” walter said, placing his cigar back in his mouth. “i’m a showman. i run a little thing here and there, i wanna recruit the kid.”

“sir-”

“do i need to show you my card or somethin’?” walter sighed, getting annoyed. the bouncer was beginning to get nervous, and he finally moved out of the way, giving walter access to the back.

“j-just go in.”

“about time.” he muttered, turning the corner.

the backstage area was fairly small, and it didn't take him long to find the room he was looking for. the writing on the sign was messy, but walter could make it out well enough.

walter knocked on the door, tucking a hand in his pocket and waiting for the boy to answer the door. there was rustling, and then the door opened slowly.

there stood the boy from the stage, except this time his jean jacket was gone, and his button up was halfway unbuttoned. the boy’s eyes looked up at walter curiously, blinking.

“oh, hello,” he said, his southern drawl heavy. his eyes were as blue as ever, his skin glistening with sweat. a thought zipped through walter’s brain, but he pushed it away quickly as he straightened his posture.

“i saw your performance,” he started, smiling crookedly. “it was real captivating, and i normally hate bar performances.” he admits, reaching his hand out. “i’m walter. walter hale.”

deke reaches out and takes his hand a bit warily, his eyes slightly confused as he returns walter’s firm handshake. “i’m deke. rivers.”

“i know,” walter hums, releasing deke’s hand. “i know you're probably confused, but i’m here for a good reason, i promise,” walter chuckles.

“and what's that?”

“i think you're real talented,” the older man says simply, taking his cigar between his fingers. “very talented. you don't deserve to be performin’ at a bar.”

“oh, well,” deke says, shrugging his shoulders. “i don't mind it. crowd loves me all the same. at least people wanna watch me, you know?”

walter finds himself smiling at the young man’s attitude. he was obviously fine with not having much, and walter could see the appeal in living like that. sometimes too much could lead to too many problems.

“that's fair,” walter hummed, flicking out his cigar. “but don't you at least wanna perform at a nicer bar?”

deke thought about it for a second, and licked his lips. “this one is kinda run down, ain’t it?” deke chuckled, looking around.

walter laughed, placing his cigar back in his mouth. “well, ‘run down’ is being a little nice,” he hums, smirking softly.

deke chuckles, licking his lips and leaning against the doorframe. “so, if i agree to do business with you, what will you do exactly?”

“well,” walter hums, adjusting his suit jacket. “i’ve ran a show before, it's not too hard to secure a show at a bar with a higher reputation.” he explains. “i’m a little well known, so i could easily get you some nice gigs,”

“well known, huh?” deke hums, smiling slightly. “if that's true, what makes you interested in little ol’ me?”

walter hummed. truth is, he didn't particularly know, but it was something about this boy that attracted him. his charisma, his energy- something. he just knew he couldn't let his boy slip from his grasp, and never see him again. he wanted to keep him close.

“somethin’ about your performance,” walter started, running a hand along his thigh. “it entranced me. i dunno if it was the way you were movin’, or the way your voice rang out,” he sighed, recalling the performance in his mind. “but it was completely different.”

deke was staring at walter with large eyes, his expression unreadable as walter finished his little rant and looked back down at him. walter spoke again.

“so, i just wanna take this opportunity before anyone else,” walter hums. “what do you say?”

the young man swallowed, his eyes drifting away from walter as he scratched at the back of his neck and chuckled shyly.

“w-well shucks, mister hale,” he chuckled, eyes fixed on the wall behind the other man. “i don't think i’ve ever been complimented like that before,”

a blush rose on the boys cheeks, and walter felt a fond smile rise on his lips.

“jeez, kid,” walter teased, waving a hand. “save all that for the girls you bring to your room at night.” he muttered. he couldn't deny that the boy was cute when he blushed, but that's not why he was here.

deke laughed, running a hand through his greasy hair. “you're right.” he sighs, before jerking a thumb back towards his dressing room. “wanna talk over a drink? i got a couch in here,”

walter shrugged, entering the boy’s dressing room and sitting on the small couch. deke closed the door and walked over to his vanity, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, obviously complimentary from the bar.

deke handed walter a glass, and he took it gracefully, smiling as the boy poured the whiskey into his glass. he swished the small glass around and took a drink, humming at the burn. deke poured himself a bit as well, looking at the glass a bit hesitantly.

walter saw the look on his face and raised an eyebrow. “do you drink at all?”

deke shrugged, swirling the whiskey around. “uhm, not much. i’m a lightweight.” he admits, placing down the bottle. “i can get a little…embarrassing when i’m drunk.”

walter chuckles, taking another sip. “that's why it's important to know your limit.” he says, setting down his glass. “when i go to a bar, i only drink about four glasses so i get tipsy, but not drunk.”

“you an embarrassing drunk too?” deke asks.

walter snorts, crossing one of his legs over the other. “that's one word for it.”

the boy huffs out a chuckle and sits next to him, setting his glass down on the small table as well. he places his hands on his knees, rubbing at the fabric of his jeans nervously.

“you really thought my performance was that good?” he asks meekly, a smile on his lips.

“absolutely.” walter says, looking at deke. “never seen anything like that before,” he says, smiling softly. “where’d you learn to move like that?”

deke chuckles, looking away again as a soft blush rose on his cheeks. “well, y’know…just things i saw growin’ up.”

walter leans forward, curiously. “like…”

deke sighs, his head falling back. he looks at deke from the side of his eye, smiling meekly. “strippers,”

another thought ran through walter’s brain, but this time, let it linger a little longer. a dirty, dirty thought. he shook it away and blinked at the boy, a bit surprised.

“that's certainly…interesting.”

“yeah,” he huffs, laughing slightly. “it's a long story, y’know.” he mutters, reaching for his glass of whiskey. he took a rather large drink, obviously embarrassed by his confession. deke’s face immediately twisted up at the taste, coughing at the burn in his throat.

walter chuckled as he scrambled for a water, drinking it hurriedly in an attempt to soothe the burn.

“never had whiskey?” walter asked in a teasing tone.

“no,” deke admits, rubbing at his chest. “just beer.”

“well, that whiskey might hit you a little hard,” he warns, drinking the rest of his with ease. he was worried a bit inwardly, as that made his sixth glass of the night, and he was already feeling a little tipsy.

deke waved him off, settling back onto the couch. “i’ll be fine.” he reassures, adjusting his shirt. “now, if i’m gonna work for you, how much am i gonna be workin’?”

“the days you work are completely up to you,” walter says, leaning back. “you choose your off days.”

“okay,” deke hummed, nodding. “i like that,”

walter hummed. “why, you got a special girl at home?” he asks, leaning onto his hand.

“oh, me?” deke asks, shaking his head. “no sir, i live alone in a little cabin. i don't have a girl.”

“really?” walter hums, surprised. “well, that's one less thing for me to worry about.”

“what about you?” deke asks.

“what about me?” walter shoots back.

“do you have a girl, mister hale?”

“me?” walter chuckles, waving his hand in the air. “oh, no. all girls do is cause me trouble. they tire me out.” he huffs, recalling the incident that caused him to quit. “i don't like em.”

deke blinks, but just nods and sits back in his seat. “yeah, i get that,” he says, crossing his legs. “so, what about pay?”

“okay, this is where things get lengthy,” walter chuckles, pulling out a piece of paper and pen from his suit pocket. “it all depends on what you're willing to work, you see.”

deke nods as walter begins to explains all of the numbers and liabilities for the road- as well as instruments, gas, clothes, etc…and deke nods along.

while he talks, deke drinks another glass or two of whiskey, which gets walter a little concerned- but he didn't say anything. deke may be younger than him, but he isn't his father.

a little while in, deke starts getting a little restless, the alcohol obviously taking effect, and he begins asking little questions here and there- but as time goes on, they get more and more off topic. he's asking about walter’s childhood, what he likes to do in his spare time, what his favorite bar to go to is, if he’s ever been married-

then the big question comes up.

“have you ever taken someone’s virginity?”

walter drops his pen, blinking at deke dumbly at the question. he feels his face get hot, and he prays that he isn't blushing.

“what?”

“you know,” deke hums, shrugging. “you're an older man, you've lived longer than i have.” he explains, gesturing vaguely as he continues. “i just wanna know if… you’ve ever-”

“ruined anyone?”

deke blushes at that, looking away. “sounds harsh when you say it like that.”

“well, ‘s what it is.” he says bluntly, twisting the pen in his fingers. “the answer is no. i haven't, by the way,”

deke hums, his expression slightly disappointed as he turns his eyes back to the paper. “oh, okay,”

walter sets his jaw, closing his eyes. “why did you ask?”

deke swallows hard, looking away and rubbing at the back of his head. “i was uh, hopin’ you could help me with somethin’.” he muttered, his voice slightly slurred.

“like what,” walter asked lowly, licking his lips absentmindedly, staring as the boy looked up at him with large eyes. something unreadable flashed in them, and it made walter’s chest fill with an odd sensation.

“i…” he starts, biting his lip and swallowing hard. “i don't…wanna be a virgin anymore,” he says, his lips parted. “i wanna be a man,”

walter’s cigar fell from his mouth, and he was thankful that it went out a while ago, or he would have set them both on fire. he looked at the boy incredulously.

“what?”

“i-”

“no, don't repeat it,” walter said, holding his hand up. “you're- you're drunk.”

“not that drunk!” he whines, crawling towards walter, his voice needy. “i-i want-”

“no, you don't,” walter says firmly. he felt for deke, he truly did. it wasn't too long ago when he was in the boy’s shoes- except he was a teen and desperate to lose his virginity just to prove that he wasn't a loser like everyone said he was.

he ended up losing his virginity to some dickhead on the football team behind the bleachers of their homecoming game. he hated himself afterwards. he didn't want deke to make that same mistake here, with him.

“make a better choice, deke,” walter said, his voice low. “don't do this just to prove yourself to anyone.”

deke pressed his lips into a flat line, going dead silent as walter began to stand.

“i’ll come back tomorrow night, when you're sober.” he hums, tucking the paper into his pocket. “okay?”

the boy didn't answer. walter cocked his head to the side, and took a closer look at deke, only to realize that the boys eyes were shiny with unshed tears.

“ah, shit,” walter cursed, sitting back down. “don't…don’t cry, kid,” he sighs, rubbing at his temples. “i just don't want you to make a mistake, like i did.”

deke sniffles, pawing at his eyes as walter speaks. he looks so small, so pathetic compared to the boy dancing and singing on stage earlier. deke swallowed hard and spoke, his eyes still glassy.

“i just…i’m tired of being alone.” he sighs shakily, tears gathering in his lashes. “i’ve been alone all my life,” he hiccups, pulling his knees to his chest. “i don't have no one, and i just thought…i dunno, if i wasn't a virgin, i’d feel a little less alone,”

walter sets his jaw, running a hand through his hair and sighing. his reasoning was obviously wrong, but walter felt himself sympathizing with deke again. he understood where he was coming from.

against his better judgment, he gently took deke’s hand into his own.

“i think you're real pretty, kid,” walrer admits, looking into his eyes. “i think you have a whole life ahead of you, but you can't just go around hopin’ people will take your virginity.”

“i know,” he mutters.

“i came back here because i think you're special. i didn't wanna risk never seeing you again,” he says, looking deke in the eyes. “i want you around me. got that?”

deke looks up at him and nods, his eyes big and glassy. walter smiles softly, and they find themselves just staring at one another, lost.

walter can't help but feel a wave of possessiveness wash over him. he didn't want anyone else to hurt deke, or to put any other kind of ideas in his head. he was obviously fragile- and vulnerable, and the thought of someone trying to take advantage of him made him angry.

“i should-” walter spoke, but was cut off as deke leaned up to kiss him eagerly.

the boy's lips were soft and pillowy. walter was practically frozen in shock as the boy pulled him closer, licking into his mouth feverishly.

walter groaned softly, but pushed deke away, panting as a string of saliva connected them at the lip. walter felt his dick twitch in his pants, and he cursed himself out for feeling this way towards the boy.

his eyes trailed over deke, and his cock only responded more. deke was panting softly, his face pink and eyes lidded. his hair was messy, strands over his eyes as he looked up at walter needily. a prominent bulge was showing in his jeans.

fuck.

walter huffed and pulled deke into his lap, pulling him into another heated kiss. he had lost his composure, that one taste of deke frying his brain. the boy tasted sweet, in a way he had never experienced before.

deke was panting against the older man’s lips, and for that moment walter felt as if it was only them in the world. just them and the warmth of their bodies slotted against one another.

he hadn't felt like this in a long time.

with a soft groan, walter’s hands found their way to deke’s slim hips, pulling him down until their erections made contact. a sweet shudder came from the younger man at the pressure, and walter suddenly had the need to hear every noise that deke knew how to make.

boring him down, walter began to guide the younger man’s hips, grinding him against the older man’s erection. he could feel deke’s cock twitching with each movement, and his little gasps were so sweet. his head fell into the crook of walter’s neck, making his skin flush at the contact.

“please,” deke begged, his voice high pitched and breathy- such an extreme contrast to the strong, expressive voice he had heard on stage not so long ago. it was dizzying to think about. he was making deke like this. desperate, needy, a wreck.

“please, mister hale,” deke gasped, his voice cutting through walter’s thoughts as he gripped onto his jacket, leaning back from the crook in his neck. “fuck me,”

those words were almost enough to push walter over the edge right there. he stilled the boy’s hips, looking into his eyes, clouded with arousal and dazed from the alcohol. if walter had half a mind, he would give in to the boy's request- to his desire to see just how many noises he could make- but he knew better.

“no,” walter exhaled, his voice slightly breathy from the friction. “not now, not while you're drunk.” he mutters, moving to guide deke’s hips against his again. “just this. cum just like this,”

deke whined needily, his head falling forward as he felt walter rub against him through the fabric of his jeans. the boy’s thighs tightened up at his sides, and he was whimpering so sweetly that it made walter’s head spin. the older man dug his fingers into deke’s hips harder, huffing as he sped up.

deke cried out, his back stiffening as walter ground against him at a quicker pace, unrelenting and overwhelming in such a good way. a dark spot was forming on his jeans, over the tip of his cock, from all of the precum he was leaking.

“just imagine you're riding me,” walter purred, his eyes heavily lidded as he watched deke sob and tremble.

“p-please–!” deke cried out, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. “i-i need– i–” he whimpered, his body beginning to tremble softly as he imagined it- walter’s cock buried deep inside of him as he moved his hips and fucked himself on it.

“not now baby,” walter said breathily, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “just cum for me now and you’ll get it later, i promise,” he breathes, pressing his hips into deke’s faster.

deke sobbed raggedly and went stiff, his whole body trembling from head to toe as he came hard in his jeans. he was gripping on to walter’s jacket tightly, trying to muffle his cries into his neck.

walter wasn't far behind, cumming with a stifled groan. he loosened his grip on deke’s hips, panting softly as he came down from his high.

it was silent and still for a minute. neither of them moved from their position, collapsed onto one another, until deke started weakly rolling his hips again.

walter hissed from the overstimulation, his hands flying to the boy’s hips again, but not stopping him.

“what–”

“again,” deke gasped, his voice breathy and needy as he looked up at walter. “i wanna cum again,”

jesus christ.

walter hissed and sat up, pushing deke off of his lap and back into the couch. the boy immediately went to apologize, but walter held up a hand to hush him.

“hush, i’m just-”

walter huffs lowly, running a hand through his hair and sinking between deke’s legs, undoing his belt slowly and unzipping his pants.

the boy gasped softly as his half hard cock hit the cold air, cum still smeared on the tip from his previous orgasm. he was surprisingly big, equally long and thick with a pink head. walter hummed lowly, leaning forward and licking up the creamy white fluid, inwardly groaning at how the boy tasted. deke gasped softly, his cock slowly working its way to attention.

“mister hale–” he whined, his hips twitching upwards as walter continued to lick his tip clean, purring at the sweet taste. walter felt himself getting hard again, just from the thought of what he was doing. deke had never been touched before, and here he was- giving him his first taste of pleasure and what it meant to fall apart. it was maddening.

everything about deke was pure. his skin, the way he tasted against his tongue, the agonizingly sweet noises he made. walter didn't want to take it away from him completely– not tonight.

slowly, walter began to take the pink head of deke’s cock into his mouth, tongue still lapping at the tip gently. the boy is writhing against the leather couch, his flush spreading down his chest as walter’s hot mouth envelops him, swallowing him with ease.

the older man suckled at the boy's length as he laved his tongue at the underside, his hand grabbing the base to steady his cock as he began to bob his head slowly. the noises escaping deke’s throat were sweet and agonizingly sinful, but walter couldn't find it in him to care one bit. the younger man tasted so sweet, unlike anything he had ever had the pleasure to taste before. he never wanted to forget this.

“mmh– fuck…” deke sobbed, pressing his face into the crook of his arm as his breathing sped up, his hips twitching up into walter’s mouth. the older man welcomed his thrusts, taking his hips into his hands and guiding his thrusts as deke more or less began to fuck his face shyly.

a shy hand found walter’s hair as deke’s thrusts became sloppier, the tip of his cock touching the back of his throat with each pump of his hips. walter hummed lowly around the younger man, swallowing around him and swirling his tongue around his length eagerly.

“m–mister hale–” deke sobs, his hand tightening in walter’s hair as he thrusts up sloppily. “i–i’m gonna–”

walter seized the boy's hips, guiding his hips needily, filled with hunger. he needed to taste deke– he needed to feel his release in his throat. the boy whimpered sweetly, his breath hitching as he gripped walter’s hair, his back arching as he came hard into the older man’s throat, making walter purr lowly. he tasted hot and sweet and perfect; and walter never wanted to forget the taste.

deke let out a small whimper as walter kept suckling at his length, cleaning his cock and pulling off with a lewd ‘pop’.

walter wiped at his lips, humming lowly and looking over deke’s figure. he was panting heavily, his face red and shiny with sweat as he looked at walter with lidded eyes.

“mister–”

“c’mere,” walter exhaled, reaching out and pulling deke into his arms, grabbing a few napkins from the coffee table in front of them. he bunched them

up and gently wiped at deke's cock, swabbing away the mixture of spit and cum that stained his length.

walter felt his release from earlier seeping through his boxers, but it wasn't through his pants yet. he still tucked some of the napkins into his pants and cleaned himself lazily before tossing them to the side. he didn't need to do it perfectly right now. he could shower at his place.

he tucked deke back into his pants, and the silence hung over them once more, nothing but their heavy breathing and the faint rustle of clothes filling the room. he could feel deke’s eyes on him, and that only made his face feel hotter with shame, as he could still taste him on the back of his tongue.

maybe this was a mistake.

walter stood, straightening his suit jacket and rolling shoulders. “i’ll uh, come back tomorrow.” he said simply, his voice still a bit breathy as he spoke. “you’ll be performing here again, right?”

deke gave a small nod, and walter gave a strained smile.

“alright, i’ll be back here tomorrow night, when you're sober,” he says, heading for the door and not daring to turn around. he knows what he did in there was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. he didn't want to make deke feel bad for what happened, but he just couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

he didn't even know if he had it in him to come back tomorrow night. he didn't know if he had it in him to stay away. the boy gave him so many emotions at once– things he hasn't felt in years, and to be feeling them now that his heart has laid cold and dormant for years was almost agonizing.

he pulled another cigar from his suit pocket, lighting it and taking a deep drag as he stepped onto the street, his head hung low as he exhaled the smoke. he wanted to see deke again, but he didn't know if he could face him again, no matter how much he couldn't bare the thought of not seeing him again.

he stared up at the moon, sighing deeply. he had always managed to fuck things up, even early on in life. this seemed to be no different.

he pulled the cigar from his lips and flicked the embers away, smacking his lips faintly. he could still taste deke on his tongue– sweet and hot and pure– perfect.

what he would give to taste him again.

#deke rivers #walter hale #elvis cinematic universe #elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis x y/n #elvis x you #sub!elvis #sub!austin

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shamefulzombie · 2 years ago

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DILFS

Mister Hale and Dr Carpenter 🛐

#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley fanart #fanart #art #Walter Hale #dr john carpenter #Change of habit #the trouble with girls

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iloveelvis · 1 year ago

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YALL I AM ON THE FLOOR WHY IS MINE SO FREAKY AND HE WANTS ME TO CALL HIM DADDY

#elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #walter hale

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hooked-on-elvis · 2 months ago

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"Almost" (1969)

Elvis Presley and Marlyn Mason in scene from The Trouble With The Girls (And How To Get Into It)

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This scene never fails to melt my heart...

#let me just watch this movie here okay... 100 times weren't enough yet #elvis presley #elvis #elvis history #elvis movies #the trouble with the girls #walter hale #marlyn mason #1969 #60s elvis #elvis the king #Youtube

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sissylittlefeather · 9 months ago

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I LOVE Walter Hale. Please enjoy this edit because screw TikTok.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis edit #Elvis edits #elvis Presley edit #walter hale #Walter hale edit #the trouble with girls

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vintagepresley · 9 months ago

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🤭🤭

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caitlin1996 · 2 years ago

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Doing the lords work

elvis in a scene from “the trouble with girls” where the director had told Marlyn Mason (costar) to do anything so he could get a certain reaction from elvis. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt and zipper to get this reaction from him. He never questioned it and kept going with his lines.

#elvis presley #elvis #the trouble with tribbles #walter hale #film

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earthbaby-angelboy · 9 months ago

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Imagine what happens if you, say, skin your knee while you're little and playing around the Chautauqua fairgrounds; you come running up to Walter just crying that you've got a boo-boo.

too much of a good thing | little!reader x cg!walter hale (wc: 1,004) - A/N: i was thinking of doing headcannons, but this idea is so cute that it deserves a full fic. with that, i'm going to start calling his little one "adne." it'll make my writing a bit less ambiguous/confusing. enjoy!

It was a hot and sunny morning, so you'd spent most of the day helping Charlene with small tasks, while Walter was nowhere to be seen. As the sun went down, the only illumination on the camping grounds were the small lamps and string-lights some of the performers had pitched up earlier. You began to worry. It was getting dark; where was your daddy? You and Charlene sat in the music tent, with her behind the piano and you sitting on a chair near the bottom of the stage.

"Leenie?" You asked, looking up at her. "Yeeeeees?" Charlene responded in a sing-song voice, while reviewing sheet music for tomorrow night's performance. "Where's dada? Haven't seen him all day."

Without missing a beat or looking away from the information in front of her, she responded "I haven't seen Hale- your daddy, either. I know he's very busy, but I'm sure he'll be done soon."

A small frown appeared on your face, and you murmured, "that's not fair."

Charlene tried not to let out a huff. "I know, honey, but your daddy is a grown-up and needs to do his job, so he can keep paying for all your plushes and pretty little dresses. You wouldn't want to go without those, would you?" She gave you a pointed look that had a playful air to it. You shook your head with a small smile. "No, wouldn' wanna go without those."

Propping a hand under your chin, you began to think. What could you do while waiting for Walter to get back? A few minutes of thinking later, and a lightbulb went off in your head. "Leenie, 's it okay if I go n' catch lightnin' bugs? That way, I can have a jar full of em' for dada when he gets back!" You asked excitedly.

Charlene sighed and finally tore her eyes away from the papers. She looked at you, practically bouncing with excitement at the idea of doing something to appease your daddy. She sighed, and gave in. "You know, honey? I think I've done enough work for today. Let's go catch some of those lil' buggies."

Getting down from her seat on the stage, she took your hand, and walked you out to the middle of the Chautauqua, near Walter's tent. As soon as you saw the little bugs, you took off in a run! The actual objective of catching some had flown out of your head as soon as you saw the beautiful iridescence they provided to the plain atmosphere.

"You better be careful, young lady! We don't need you getting any bruises," Charlene called after you. You giggled and continued to run around the grounds, hopping over the tent stakes and being careful of any rocks. As you continued to play, you became more tired, and a bit more clumsy. Charlene had noticed, but she too was now worrying about where Hale had went. Before she could even think of where to look, she heard a commotion from a tent halfway across the camp. She couldn't make out any of the voices or what they were saying, but she knew that it was bound to get rowdy.

Wanting to get you out of harms way, she called, "Adne, how about we come inside now?"

At the same time, Walter emerged from the tent the commotion was coming from. He was clearly agitated, with some of the performers in his face, shouting things that Charlene couldn't make out. Something about "cutting wages" and "lying about taxes."

She called you again. "Adne, come on-," but was promptly was cut off by the sound of a small thud, then a loud wail.

"...DADA!"

Everyone who had been previously arguing with Walter went silent. Stopping mid sentence, he held up his hand to signify that the silence should remain.

"Baby? You alright?"

"Hale, just get over here!" Charlene called.

Hearing that, he pushed through the crowd and jogged over to where you were on the ground. With the way you'd wailed, Walter was expecting a broken bone or some blood. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Charlene say, "baby, it's not that bad! Just a small boo-boo, nothing a bandaid can't fix!" Which was promptly followed by you shouting, "I'M BLEEDIN' LEENIE!" A smile came over Walter's face when he realized that you had not gotten seriously injured, but had just scraped your knee. Sighing with a slight smile, he crouched down in front of you and tilted your chin up to look at him. "What are you cryin' about, little miss?"

Sniffling, you responded, "got a boo-boo. Don' like boo-boos."

Walter looked up at Charlene, who responded, "she wanted to catch fireflies for you, but got a bit too excited. She's been asking after you all day." He sighed, then went back to you. "Alright, you got daddy's attention. Will ya stop cryin' now?"

You shook your head back and forth, your face puffy and red from the tears. "You gotta kiss it better, dada," you said in a soft voice.

The truth was, you had been thinking about your daddy all day. You wanted him to hold you and give you the attention you needed, but it seemed that he had "more pressing" matters. If the day had gone differently and you had still fallen, you wouldn't be in shambles. But it just seemed that this was what opened the floodgates.

Walter looked behind his shoulder at all of the performers who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, and for sake of seeming tough, he wanted to tell you to stop acting silly. But looking at the pretty little one sitting in front of him, dress splayed out and eyes wide made him throw all hesitation out the window. Softly, he leaned down to kiss your knee.

Seeing the relief on your face, he asked, "better?" You nodded. "M' better. Thankie, dada." He shook his head with a smile. How lucky he was to have someone as gentle and sweet as you.

"You're welcome, lovebug."

#elvis presley #the trouble with girls (1969)#fanfic #fanfiction #elvis agere #walter hale #cg walter hale #elvis cinematic universe #its 11pm so bare with me if this sucks #this was a lot of dialogue and tbh i don't do much dialogue #i hope yall enjoy it anyway!#:-)

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Swing Down, Sweet Chariot Ch. 2 | Deke Rivers X Walter Hale

THIS STORY IS 18+ MINORS DNI.

summary: days after the incident with walter, deke can't help but think about it.

word count: 5757

trigger warnings: vomiting, panic attacks, referenced dub con(?), smut, rimming, blowjobs, loss of virginity

notes: here's chapter two!! my close friend and partner and crime bee was a very good help in motivating me ti write this! i posted this on ao3 a while ago, feel free to check it out!

read ch.1 here.

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november was always deke’s favorite month.

he loved the way the leaves fell and how the temperature began to drop. he would perform more shows in november as an excuse to leave his cabin, and mingle with other people. he lived for those loud nights in the bar, surrounded by people as they cheered him on.

tonight, however, was different.

that hyper, energetic feeling he usually had turned melancholy– and he didn't seem to have it in him to perform at all.

but he didn't want to leave the crowd hanging, so he sucked it up and went out there.

the crowd immediately burst into cheers and clapping and whistles as he stepped onto the stage, sporting his guitar. normally he would wave at the crowd, or do something so that they knew he was listening to them, but tonight, his eyes were fixed on the rickety wood floor.

he couldn't do his upbeat songs tonight. his favorite month had quickly turned dreary, and he felt like his energy was off in some distant place he couldn't reach if he tried. he didn't greet the crowd, he didn't smile at them, he just stood and began strumming his guitar, and sang from his heart.

‘I will spend my whole life through

Loving you, just loving you

Winter, summer, springtime too

Loving you, loving you’

the crowd was a bit put off by his lack of speaking, but they began to drunkenly sway to the music nonetheless. some of them grabbed other patrons and began dancing lazily to the music, making deke’s chest tighten as he tried to keep it together.

‘Makes no difference where I go or what I may do

You know that I'll always be loving you, just you’

his mind kept flashing back to walter, and what happened the previous night. the job offer, the talking, deke getting drunk and hitting on him, two orgasms and then walter was gone.

he said he would be back tonight.

as much as deke wanted to see him and apologize for his actions– he didn't know if he could even look walter in the eye after what he did. he felt so stupid, opening up to a man he just met and trying to get into his pants like that.

even then, walter’s words wouldn't leave his head. they repeated over and over again like a mantra.

“i think you're real pretty, kid. i think you have a whole life ahead of you,”

maybe walter said that to be nice. who knows? all deke knew is that no one had ever said anything like that about him in his life, and the fact that walter was so sure that he had a future made deke feel attached to the older man.

‘And if I'm seen with someone new

Don't be blue, don't you be blue’

deke closed his eyes to prevent himself from scanning the crowd any further. if he saw walter while he was performing, he might just up and die. he did his best to focus on his strumming, putting his fingers in the right fret and on the correct string. his voice was mildly unsteady, but not to a noticeable amount. or at least he hoped it wasn't noticeable.

he was ashamed in a way he never felt before. walter seemed like a genuinely good man, and deke wanted to get to know him. he was eager to accept the deal he was offered, but his drunk mind could only think of how young he was, sitting next to this older man who had probably had lots and lots of girls in his life– and he felt so pathetic and small.

when he asked if the other man had ever deflowered someone, his mouth was miles ahead of his brain. he didn't even feel like he uttered those words until walter turned to him with a bewildered expression. deke would have said nevermind, or tried to play it off, but he knew it was too late.

he just wanted to feel like he was equals with someone for once. he was tired of always being looked down on because he was younger. he was still a damn adult, but everyone seemed to baby him– and it pissed him off. he just wanted to look mature in walter’s eyes.

his face burned as he kept replaying the events from the dressing room over and over again. he had never been more ashamed in his damn life. he wanted to go backstage right now, and just curl up.

he grit out the last lyrics of the song.

‘I'll be faithful, I'll be true

Always true, true to you

There is only one for me, and you know who

You know that I'll always be loving you’

he stopped strumming, and opened his eyes. the crowd was clapping and cheering, but that didn't matter to him. not right now.

he stood and gave a small, rushed nod, and hurried off of the stage. as he made his way to his dressing room through the narrow, dimly lit halls, he felt bile rising in his throat. his mind was spinning, skipping like a broken record as last nights events were on repeat– over and over again. he felt like he was going to die in the middle of this hallway.

he walked into his dressing room, and as soon as the door closed behind him, he fell to his knees in front of the small trash can in the corner, and began to gag as vomit bubbled out of his mouth. his eyes began to water as he coughed, the contents of his stomach leaking from his nose as well. it burned like hell.

he sat there for a second, hunched over as he just stared at his own throw up in the trash. at that moment, he felt low and dirty– just like all the kids used to say on the playground. his mouth hung open, letting any remaining vomit and drool drip out of his mouth, his breathing heavy as he tried to calm himself.

his heartbeat was so loud in his ears he didn't even hear the knocking from outside. it must've been some random stage crew member- or deke must have just not been able to make out their voice. it sounded unfamiliar and muffled.

“deke? you okay in there?”

“...’m fine.” deke said, wiping carelessly at his mouth. “i jus’ need a water.”

“if you say so, mister rivers,” the person said, quickly scuttling off. deke sighed deeply, standing on shaky legs and dragging himself towards the vanity to look at himself.

oh.

he wasn't pretty anymore. that deke rivers kid that everyone paid to see was gone- hidden under a mask of shame and self hatred. his eyeshadow was smudged, his mascara running from his tears, and his hair a complete mess. there was still vomit and drool at the corners of his mouth, and dripping from his nose. walter’s words rang in his head mockingly.

“i think you're real pretty, kid. i think you have a whole life ahead of you,”

deke's hands balled up into fists at his sides, tears spilling down his face once again. maybe he could have had a whole life ahead of him– if he wasn't so stupid. walter was probably out there telling people what he did.

deke's fist came into contact with the mirror, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. some of the shards dug into his skin, but he didn't feel it– he didn't care. he deserved every bit of pain.

maybe it would set his head on straight.

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it's been a week since that night.

walter said he would be back, but big surprise– he didn't show up. deke knew he wouldn't.

ever since his little breakdown backstage, he's taken a break from performing. he retreated to his cabin and thought he could enjoy the silence and nature for a few days– go back to his roots a bit.

it only turned out to be more torture.

he was left alone with his thoughts, and that was a dangerous thing. he tried to keep himself busy with little tasks, like sweeping the house or fishing or cutting wood– but none of it worked. he eventually zoned out and that night ran through his mind, like clockwork. it was getting to the point where he couldn't sleep.

all he could do was think about how much he fucked up, and what walter would say if he saw him again. he'd probably laugh at him, call him a cheap whore or something. the times he did fall asleep, he would wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare he had.

he knew he couldn't carry on like this. he had to do something, but the thought of going back on stage made him dizzy. he was caught in a loop, and he felt like he would never get out of it.

he sat on the porch of his cabin, strumming at his guitar as he stared out into the woods. maybe he could go live out there– become a wild man, like tarzan. he chuckled to himself at the thought. no matter how agonizing life was at the moment, he couldn't ever see himself leaving his home. maybe he could get his mind right– if he just relaxed like he was right now.

a cool breeze blew, making the trees sway. orange and yellow leaves flew through the air, aimlessly drifting wherever it took them.

he could get used to this.

his moment of peace was interrupted when a white car pulled up and stopped right in front of his house. he cracked an eye open and watched the vehicle. it rocked for a moment, and he saw feet from the other side. as the person stood up, deke went white.

he stood up so fast he gave himself a headache, and scrambled inside of his cabin and locked it hastily.

no.

there was a knock at the door, and deke screwed his eyes shut. why did this have to happen to him, today? he was finally beginning to calm down, and now the source of his problems was at his fucking door.

maybe if he stood still long enough, he’d go away.

“i know you're in there, deke.” walter spoke. “open the door.”

that voice. deke didn't know if he wanted to flinch or melt at the sound of his voice. the boy was praying that this was all a hallucination– but when walter spoke again, he knew it was real.

“we gotta talk, deke,”

“i don't want to,” deke said, his voice surprisingly pathetic as it left him. “i already know what you're gonna say,”

“don't say that,” walter sighed, his voice slightly frustrated and somewhat sympathetic. “i just– will you open the door?”

deke felt sick all over again. his breath caught in his throat as he spoke, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“why?” he choked out. “so you can call me a whore to my face?”

“deke–”

“no, just–” deke sighed, trying to keep himself calm. “just go. i already know what you're gonna say so just– save it,”

they both fell silent. for a moment, deke thought walter had left, and he felt his heart sink at the fact that he had given up so easily. he had hoped that he would put up at least a little bit of a fight to comfort him, but his hopes were diminished quickly as he was left alone with himself once again.

like always.

deke sunk to his knees and sighed shakily, tears coming to his eyes as the silence bore down on him once more. he hated feeling miserable no matter what he did. he felt like this would be his life forever– living in shame of his shitty decision.

“i was like you, once.”

the voice snapped him out of his oncoming breakdown. walter was still there.

“i was young, about sixteen, maybe,” walter began, pausing. deke heard the door creak faintly, and he could make out the man’s figure through the wire. he was leaning against the door, staring out at the forest just as deke had been doing a minute ago.

“i wanted to prove myself real bad,” he continued, blowing smoke into the air. “wanted to lose my virginity so that people couldn't tease me anymore. wanted to be a man,”

deke sat up, leaning against the door as walter took a long pause. the younger man swallowed, speaking softly, just to let walter know he was listening.

“yeah?”

“and…” walter sighed, rubbing at his temples. “i did lose it. but i regretted it afterwards,” he mutters, flicking out his cigar. “still do. i wish i would've just waited for someone who actually cared– not just someone who wanted a quick fuck.”

deke went quiet, imagining a younger walter, full of life– like him, and all of it leaving him after that fateful night he tried to prove he was a man. he suddenly felt the urge to open the door and give walter the biggest hug he could offer, but he stayed frozen, thinking about what walter must've went through.

“i don't hate you for what happened,” the older man said simply after a long while. “i just didn't want you to make the same mistake i did.”

deke felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders at the words. walter didn't hate him.

walter didn't hate him.

deke had heard everything he needed to hear. all of that worrying and vomiting and crying– it was all for a scenario he made up. walter wasn't that kind of man, and deke should have known that.

shakily, the younger man stood and opened the door hesitantly, his eyes glassy as he stared up at the other man. walter was looking at him gently, his eyes filled with a certain emotion that deke couldn't read, but it was warm and tender. it made his chest fill with warmth, as well as his cheeks.

“shucks, you should save that look for the girls mr. hale,” deke mutters, straightening his back self consciously.

“ain't no girls around worth lookin’ at,” walter hums, running a hand through his hair lazily. “just you.”

deke went red, staring up at the older man with wide eyes as the words left his lips so easily. the younger swallowed hard, his face hot as he scratched at the back of his neck.

“y-you don't mean that,” deke muttered, eyes avoiding walter as he shuffled his feet against the wooden floor of the porch. “you don't have to say things like that just because you feel bad for me,”

“i’m not.” walter says firmly, leaning closer to deke. the younger man felt his breath catch in his throat as the older man boxed him in against the screen door slowly, leaning down so that they were eye level with one another. “i’m saying it because i mean it, deke.”

silence fell between them as their eyes met one another. deke felt his face heat up at walter’s soft gaze, memories of that night coming back to him as he got lost in his ocean blue eyes, the same that gave him a soft look of reassurance when he was drunk in his lap, shamelessly grinding down onto him and chasing his orgasm. deke felt himself getting hot just remembering it, and walter was so close to him, he felt like he would pass out.

“mister hale–”

“walter.” he corrects, a large hand coming to cup his jaw gently. “enough formalities between us.”

“walter,” deke started again, squirming under his gaze. “i think you're real, uhm,” he mutters, hands resting hesitantly on walter’s biceps. “real nice, and handsome, and–” he pauses, squeezing his eyes shut as he mulls over his next words.

“i like you a lot, walter.” deke mutters, voice meek and eyes glimmering with shyness. “but…what i did that night was…unacceptable, and i…i just can't help but feel horrible about it. i forced myself on you, and–”

“hush,” walter sighs, his thumb stroking his warm, red cheek. “hush, hush, hush. there's no need for all that. i was drunk too, and– god, i wanted you, just as bad as you wanted me. that's why i…god, you don't remember my mouth on you or what?”

“i do,” deke says softly, his thighs pressing together shyly as he recalls walter kneeling between his legs eagerly.

“then you should know that i wanted you just as much.” walter breathes, his hands moving to rest on deke’s hips. “but i didn't wanna be the one to…”

“ruin me?”

walter swallows hard, averting his gaze. “yeah.”

deke taps his fingers against walter’s arms idly, peering up at the older man through his eyelashes. after a moment, his hands snake up to cup walter’s face gently, his thumbs stroking at his cheekbones.

“i’m not too naïve to know what i want, walter.” deke exhales, his voice low and breathy as he leans closer to the other man, relishing in how his face flushes a soft pink as he closes the space between them. “i am a big boy, you know…”

neither of them pull away from one another. they stay there, mere inches apart as they let out soft puffs of breath. as much as deke wanted to lean forward and close the gap between them, he stayed put and waited for the other man– testing him just to see if he really wanted him as badly as he claimed.

“you're right,” walter exhales after a moment, gently grabbing deke’s chin with two fingers, guiding his head to look up at him. “you are a big boy, deke. i should treat you like one, shouldn't i?”

walter closed the gap between them, and deke sighed softly into the kiss. all of the stress he had been carrying from the night they had together melted away, and his brain was focused solely on walter.

deke didn't even notice the older man pushing deke back into the house, closing the door behind them as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. the older man’s tongue was licking into his mouth almost eagerly– tasting him and savoring every inch of him as he led him to the couch.

deke fell back on the cushions with a soft ‘puff’, and looked up at walter with lust filled eyes. the older man looked so good above him– hair a mess with kiss bitten lips, moving his hands down deke’s waist gently. deke swallowed, panting softly and staring at him patiently.

“hi,” walter hummed, leaning down to claim his lips once more.

deke hummed into the kiss, pulling away and gasping as walter moved to press his warm lips against his jaw.

“h-hi,” deke stuttered, hands burying themselves in walter’s soft hair. “wh-what are–”

“shh,” walter hushed gently, nipping at the skin of his neck gently, making the younger man whine softly. “i’m just…feelin’, baby. wanna feel you.”

“feel faster,” deke huffed, earning a breathy chuckle from the older man as his lips trailed down further. deke let out an inpatient whine as walter’s teeth gently worried at his collarbone, his hands gently gripping his hips.

“you're impatient, hm?”

“yes,” the younger man whined, trying to press his hips up into walter. “now c’mon…”

walter gave a low hum, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved to kiss at what was exposed of deke's chest, before grabbing his shirt buttons with his teeth and tugging gently. deke chuckled breathily, hand idly running through walter’s hair.

“you gonna rip my shirt off, handsome?”

“gonna rip everything offa you if i’m lucky.” walter coos, undoing the button with his teeth and tongue. the display made deke's cock twitch in his jeans, and walter looked up at him with a cocky smirk as he gazed up at the younger man, lowering himself to the next button and swiftly undoing it.

while the display was arousing, deke found himself getting more and more desperate for walter’s touch as he got lower and lower. his head was thrown back, making his hair a mess against the old throw pillows on his sofa.

“walter,” deke whines, exasperated. “i’m gonna go soft if you don’t get on with it,”

“that's a lie,” walter grunts, tugging at deke's jeans teasingly as he undid the last button. “you're practically tearing a hole in your pants with how hard you are,” he teased, running a fingertip over his length through the straining fabric. “you want me that bad, huh?”

deke's hips pathetically stuttered up into walter’s feather light touch, a small whine escaping from his throat at the slight friction against him. walter was still wearing that cocky smirk, tugging at the hem of his jeans lazily.

deke wanted to spit back a clever response about how he could have already came by now, but all words died in his throat as walter finally pulled his jeans off, letting his cock free.

just the cool air was enough to have deke squirming, his dick standing at attention as walter loosely wrapped his hand around the base, tugging at it a few times.

“fuck,” deke groaned, his face flushing brightly as he peered down at walter, who was admiring every part of him. his gaze wandered from his face to his chest, all the way down to his cock and his pink little hole.

deke tried not to slam his legs shut on instinct as he felt walter’s eyes on his most prohibited parts. he instead focused on his warm hand around his cock, squeezing him gently and urging precum out of the tip.

“how far do you wanna take it?” walter asked suddenly, his hand pausing as he looked up at deke, his expression suddenly a lot more serious than before.

“i…” the younger man uttered, blinking and trying to get his mind back into the right place as he realized just what walter was asking.

it was so much more than a question of 'what's off limits?’, it was walter making sure that deke wanted him to be the one to strip him of his innocence– and deke was certain that he had never been more sure of anything in his life.

“all the way,” deke said, setting his jaw and sitting up slightly, just enough so that walter could see the seriousness on his face. “i want you to…make me yours,”

walter swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. he nodded and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of deke’s leaking cock, smirking softly as the boy gasped.

“i’m gonna make it as good as i can,” he promised, leaning down until he was eye level with his cock. “i promise, baby.”

deke smiled softly, stroking at his hair as he exhaled deeply, closing his eyes and pressing gently kisses to deke's length.

he knew walter’s lips were soft from their last encounter– but now, they felt ten times softer. he was taking his sweet time, teasingly dragging his plump lips down his shaft and occasionally darting his tongue out to lick at him. it was a mesmerizing sight– just how focused he was on deke's pleasure.

“h-heh,” deke chuckled breathily, looking down at walter in a daze. “you're good with your mouth, aren't you?” he mused, watching as walter’s face flushed ever so slightly as he flattened his tongue against his heated flesh.

a deep groan left deke’s throat, his hips stuttering up against the older man’s hot tongue desperately. walter hummed, satisfied with himself as he dragged his slick tongue up his shaft and let it circle around his leaking tip.

deke resisted the urge to thrust up against walter. he felt like he would disturb him if he did– and he wanted his mouth and tongue as focused on him as possible. the older man glanced up at deke, his eyes lidded and dazed as he lapped up his warm precum, purring as he finally sank down onto his length almost effortlessly.

“o-oh god,” deke gasped, clutching at the couch cushion desperately as wet warmth surrounded his cock, making his body flush from head to toe. every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, buzzing around inside of him like bees. he felt dizzy as walter began to bob his head up and down, sucking him off with vigor and ease. he was almost mad for it– his pace steady but still so desperate at the same time.

“w-walter– i’m not gonna last,” deke warned, tugging weakly at the older man's soft locks.

a hum of acknowledgment. deke whimpered at the vibrations around his cock, his hips stuttering up into the warmth of the other man’s mouth as he tried to hold back his rapidly approaching orgasm.

it was so, so much all at once, but also not enough at the same time. his body was buzzing, and he felt like the only things in the world were him, walter, and his hot mouth. it was so overwhelming– so so overwhelming, and yet he felt calm as he tugged at the other man’s hair.

deke cried out as he pushed himself over the edge, his orgasm coming wave after wave as he spasmed and shook, spilling into walter’s throat.

walter swallowed around him expertly, taking in every last drop of deke’s sweet release. he pulled off with a lewd pop, still lazily licking at deke's cock.

“a-ah— wait,” deke whimpered, shying away from the other man's mouth, still sensitive from his orgasm. “n-need to breathe,”

walter pulled away, leaning up to kiss deke tenderly. the younger whined meekly as he tasted himself on the other man’s lips, making his spent cock twitch back to life. walter glanced down at his hardening cock, smirking against his lips and humming as he pulled away.

“you're real eager for it, aren't you?” he asks gently, his tone teasing as he runs a finger up his thigh lightly. deke's muscles twitch under the slight touch, making his length twitch once again. his hands move from walter’s hair down to his biceps, squeezing as he lets his mouth fall open, hot breaths puffing from between his soft lips.

“n-need,” he pants, his eyes lidded heavily as he pressed his hips up into nothing, desperately searching for some sort of relief. “need you…inside of me,”

walter kissed at his jaw softly, pulling his slender hips down to meet his clothed erection. deke whimpered softly, his face heating up as he felt just how long and thick the other man's cock was, pressing hotly against the back of his thigh. walter hummed, nipping at his jaw lazily.

“you'll get me,” he coos, warm fingers trailing down the pale, sensitive skin of deke’s inner thigh, ghosting down his shaft, past his balls and finally teasing the pink skin of his rim. the boy cried out– embarrassed and aroused as walter traced circles into the previously untouched skin.

wordlessly, the man's fingers left his rim and found their way to deke’s lips, pressing in gently. deke hummed, whiny and high pitched as he began to suckle at walter’s fingers, coating them in saliva.

deke swirled his tongue around the digits carefully, letting his eyes flutter shut. walter hummed to himself, pressing his fingers against the boy’s tongue and making him gag softly. he was lost in the motions– so much so that he didn't register the gentle breaths grazing against his virgin hole.

without warning, walter’s tongue flattened against deke's entrance, licking a hot, tingling stripe along his rim. deke gasped, jerking away from walter’s fingers in shock at the sensation, his legs tensing up around the man’s head.

“w-walter!”

the man just looked up at deke and winked, beginning to work his tongue over his tight ring of muscles at a steady pace. deke whimpered pitifully, his eyes squeezed shut as he adjusted to the feeling of being licked in such a forbidden area. the feeling was foreign and odd, but he found himself selfishly wanting more and more of it.

he experimentally ground his hips down, rolling against the man’s hot tongue. the sensation made his whole body shudder– and he did it again. walter purred, grabbing deke’s hips and guiding his gentle movements against his tongue, his eyes watching and gauging his reactions.

tentatively, walter pressed his tongue forward, pressing against deke's rim. deke gasped sharply at the intrusion of the other man’s tongue, but he welcomed it– doing his best to relax.

a low, throaty moan escaped from deke as walter began fucking him with his tongue, dragging it over his virgin walls and curling it, searching for his sweet spot diligently. he used his thumbs to spread deke further open, making it easier for his tongue to slide in and out of the boy as he plunged it deep into him and curled the appendage, finally grazing over deke’s spot.

“f-fuck!” the boy yelled, his cock twitching and leaking heavily against his stomach as the tip of walter’s tongue teased at the tender spot, making his vision blur with white hot pleasure. shakily, the boy tugged walter away from his rim, gasping and panting shakily as he stared down at him with wide, lustful eyes and red cheeks.

“fuck me, before i do it myself,” he said lowly, his voice hoarse from all of the moaning and crying out he had done. walter licked his lips, undoing his belt and exposing his cock to the cool air of the room.

he was big, and deke felt a little lightheaded as the man shuffled up, pressing his blunt tip to deke's now prepped entrance. he swallowed hard, trying to hide his nerves from the other man. walter knew, somehow– and moved to lace their fingers together as he leaned down to claim deke’s lips once more.

“relax for me, okay?” he muttered lowly, lips grazing against the shell of his ear as he canted his hips forward, letting deke feel the slight pressure. “i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

deke gasped sharply as walter began to sink into him, stretching him out much more than his tongue did. tears sprang to his eyes at the sting, threatening to fall down his red cheeks as walter let him adjust.

it was a lot– so much more than when walter sucked him off or ground against him. this feeling was burning him from the inside out, making his whole body feel damp and uncomfortably warm. walter was staring down as him with loving eyes, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he sat within him.

“more,” deke begged weakly, his legs flopped open as he tiredly pressed his hips down, allowing walter to shift within him and bury deeper into his walls. deke sobbed out harshly, his toes curling against the couch cushions as walter sank into him fully, his tip nestled deep within him, pressing against spots he didn't know he had.

deke's breath came in short pants, his thighs trembling at the new sensation of walter. they sat there for a few moments, letting the younger man’s walls slowly nudge apart to accommodate him.

“whenever you're ready for me baby,” walter muttered, voice slightly strained. “just let me know-”

he cut himself off with a choked moan as deke experimentally rolled his hips, his whole body shuddering deeply at the friction within him. his glassy eyes traveled up to meet walter’s, giving him a swift nod of approval.

walter pulled out until nothing but his tip was left inside of him, and pressed back in firmly. deke sobbed out, stars flying behind his eyelids as he tightened around him. walter repeated the motion– in, out, in, out, until he fell into a steady rhythm.

“oh my god,” deke gapsed, his back arching up instinctively as walter fucked into him, making the muscles in his stomach tighten up every time he sank back in.

the room fell silent, the only noises being their heavy panting and the sound of skin on skin. the boy was a mess, whining and whimpering quietly as he desperately clutched at the cushions, trying to ground himself somehow as his body spasmed and arched on its own.

“p-please,” was all that left his lips– his brain fried. he didn't even know what he was begging for, but he was too fucked out to care one bit. “please, walter–”

“i got you,” he muttered, trailing down and gently sinking his teeth into the soft skin of his neck, marking him for anyone to see. pleasure shot through deke like lightning, tears falling from his eyes and onto his red cheeks, shaking as walter kissed them away. the boy’s mouth fell open, another broken plea just making it past his lips before he felt his body tense up, stars blooming across his vision as he came hard over his chest and stomach.

his orgasm was intense, making his body jerk with the aftershocks as walter continued fucking into him, making deke moan in an unending whine.

the man's large hands came to rest on the small of his back, rubbing soothing circles into the warm skin as deke grapsed for something to hold onto. his mind was struggling to stay focused, drifting off as walter fucked into him quickly, making his spent cock spasm weakly against his filthy stomach. the older man leaned down, pressing kisses against the shell of his ear and whispering to him hotly.

“that's it– you did so so good,” he gasps, thrusts becoming sloppy and frantic as he approached his own orgasm. “took me so good, baby. gonna fill you up and make you mine,” he practically growled, teeth sinking into the skin of deke’s ear as he slammed into him, cumming deep inside of him.

deke sobbed brokenly, relieved at the loss of friction, and shuddering at the feeling of walter spilling inside of him. his breath hitched and he gently pressed his face into walter’s hair, mumbling tiredly to the other man as he finally caught his breath.

“i love you.”

walter exhaled breathily, pressing a loving kiss to deke’s lips as he pulled himself free. deke had never felt more complete– more wanted than he did at this moment, with walter. he pressed into the kiss, humming softly as he pulled away. walter pulled him close, pressing his face into his neck and closing his eyes.

“i love you too.”

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