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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Mr._Robot_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Elliot_Alderson/Mr._Robot
  Additional Tags:
      Teasing, Public_Masturbation, Incest, Desk_Sex, Anal_Sex, Elliot_is_a_lil
      shit, Mr.Robot_is_having_none_of_that, Daddy_Kink, Spanking
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Undocumented_Past_Tales_Of_Mr._Robot_And_Elliot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-20 Words: 4513
****** Oh, you want my love? ******
by foreignair
Summary
     Mr.Robot has been teasing him for months, but he always left before
     he could get to his knees.
     Elliot decides to take the matter into his own hands, still knowing
     it might bring consequences.
Notes
     Title from Life of the Party by the Weeknd
See the end of the work for more notes
He hadn't known when it started. The slips of hands, the whispers, the
“accidental” touches. Elliot did know it was too long ago, because now he was
tired. No, not the word, more like desperate.
He can feel Mr. Robot's fingers graze into his skin, goosebumps rise in a form
of shock that runs through all his body. He then turns, sees a calloused hand
resting on his leg. His small shorts that he uses for practice, but Mr. Robot
doesn't let Elliot change them even they are sweaty.
The hand moves further in. Elliot turns to see him up, but Mr. Robot has his
eyes on the road and a smirk on his face. Elliot blushes, shudders while he
feels the hand go dangerously near his crotch, but it stops meters before,
where the last part of skin is. Mr. Robot passes a finger, he caresses it and
Elliot wriggles, his own hand placing it above his.
“Daddy-” Elliot chokes, he is sure he can feel his legs tremble in his touch
“Please don't tease me”
“I'm sorry baby, Daddy's driving” he punctuates this by taking his hand away
and resting it on the car wheel.
He doesn't sound sorry at all and Elliot whines, head resting on the window
trying to calm himself. His legs cross trying to repress the rising blush on
his cheeks.
The next time that happens is at the restaurant.
They were celebrating something, about his team winning the local sports
competition. They went all for a family dinner as a form of celebration. It was
somehow fancy, and Mr. Robot replaces his usual jacket for a casual blazer.
It was not helping Elliot.
“Hey kiddo, come sit with your dad here” Mr. Robot pulls a chair for him.
Elliot swallows.
He wanted to sit as far as possible for him, but he knew he wouldn't let him.
Their eyes cross for a second while he sits. There are lust and
mischievousness, accompanying the small smirk on his face.
“Good boy.” Mr. Robot murmurs in his ear, while he pushes the back of his chair
to the table.
The word sends shivers to his spine. He had only said it to him... in private.
Not like this, when they are in public so exposed in another way.  Elliot turns
to him surprised, but he is already sitting on his chair. Panic starts to rise
and looks at the others, but they don't question the world. It's a common thing
to say.
He bites his cheek, focusing on the menu on his hands, ignoring the feeling of
eyes watching him. Digging into his skin in a way that makes his own khakis
uncomfortable.
“What do you want Elliot” his mom says, reading the menu.
“Whatever, he always orders at last” Darlene comments.
Elliot moves nervously, trying to find something in the menu he likes. The
restaurant is not that fancy, but surely they have prices.
“You know what” Mr. Robot interrupts, a hand slaps his back “My boy did a good
job winning. I think he deserves a good juicy steak”
He laughs loudly, and Elliot slightly straightens. A small smile is forming on
his face.
“Yeah. That would be nice” he quietly says. 
“Yes, kiddo” there's a hand on his hair, ruffling it up. “I know how much he
enjoys meat”
His smile falls, and so Mr. Robot's one. It's replaced by a grin instead, and
Elliot looks down to the table, plays with the utensils until his mother tells
him to stop.
When the food arrives, he knows he had made a mistake.
His hands shake under the fork and knife. He tries to cut it, but the steak is
too hard and he nervously does it, until his mother is sighing in
disappointment.
“It's okay, I'll help him” Mr. Robot says indifferently as if this wasn't his
plan all along.
Surprisingly there's no smirk on his face -he represses it, he can see one in
his eyes- and he stands up, moves his chair and plate a few inches from him. He
takes the fork and knife from his hands, those hands have no problem in cutting
the steak. Veiny, calloused and rough, strong but also precise for his work at
the computer store.
He is close. His shoulder hits him lightly as he cuts the meat. The rasping of
the blazer sounding over the table accompanied with the clatter of plates and
forks. It reminds him of the sound Mr. Robot's jacket does, and he has to play
with his hands in order to repress the memory of when the sound makes itself
present.
It's not doing any good Mr. Robot makes low grunts of frustration while he cuts
the steak. Elliot tries to concentrate on something else, but the rough hands
in front of him aren't a good idea.
When what is only left in the plate are small pieces of meat, Mr.Robot gives
him a small pat on the back. His hand lingers longer and he slides it with his
fingertips, sending shivers over him.
“Thanks” Elliot says through bitten lips.
But Mr.Robot doesn't move from the place, the extremely close chair he moved to
be able to cut the steak. Elliot's eyes move up, but his mother and Darlene put
no thought in it, eating and sipping their food mindlessly.
Elliot's grip on his fork is shaky. He knows he is watching him, the piercing
blue eyes more intense than his. He swallows, with it the meat too. He hears
Mr. Robot groans by his side, Elliot peeks but he is eating his own food paying
no attention to him. 
Maybe is his mind playing tricks again. Mr. Robot wouldn't tease him, right?
Certainly not in public, this exposed.
He starts to relax as he watches Mr. Robot eat his food, the weight of being
watch lifting from his shoulders. Elliot focuses instead on eating some salad
and drinking his soda.
Then there is a hand on his thigh. 
Elliot jumps so hard, he is surprised he didn't flip the table. It shakes by
his feet rising and manages to knock the salt shaker and some of his own soda
from his glass. 
Now everyone turns to him, more than one pair of eyes to him.
“I-i'm sorry-” Elliot coughs, blush rising to his skin. The hand hasn't moved
not even after his outburst, instead, a finger caresses his khakis “The table,
ah- the food was...spicy”
“Dumbass” Darlene whispers rolling her eyes and goes back to her plate.
Her mother glares at him, but then a waiter asks if there something more he can
do, and she smiles.
Elliot stares at his plate, feeling the hand move slowly. He tries to distract
himself by holding his fork, but he can hear small whispers coming from the man
sitting centimeters from him.
“Good boy. I love seeing you how you use that mouth”
It goes directly to his ear, and he shudders slightly. Turns his head to the
people sitting in front of him, but the words are loud enough for only to hear
them.
"You know how to use it so well, remember Elliot? How those lips wrapped around
my cock" the hands slides into his inner thighs, just for going back up "You
seem to remember if those pants or yours are this tight"
Elliot tries to move away from Mr. Robot's space, from the filthy whispers no
one hears except him.
But the hand resting on his thigh stops him, now there is a hard grip, the palm
big enough for him to feel fingers on the inside of his thigh.
“Plea-”
“Eat your food.”
Elliot does while closing his eyes. His thighs are shaking because every bite
he takes the hand goes further, but if he stops chewing the grip of Mr. Robot
hardens.
There are tears pricking his eyes and he blinks quickly, mouth moving as slow
as he can to not raise suspicion. This is the last bite of his steak, and there
is no more place on his thighs for the hand to go further.
There is only one place for it to go. Elliot finally swallows the last bite
It's slow, unlike before. The palm goes directly to his groin, rests on it and
Elliot makes a choked noise, hand clutching his glass. It starts to move slowly
but nevertheless is a stimulation Elliot can't handle. Not after all this time,
it's been too long,  more than light touches and more tormenting. He has missed
the hand in there, not to mention Mr. Robot's cock.
Mr. Robot hasn't started something, finished something. Elliot is desperate,
the want of feeling the cock in his ass, the taste of him on his mouth would be
enough.
But not like this. Elliot's blush grows bigger as the tightness of his pants
does. The palm starts to rub slowly into his groin and Elliot bites his lips,
until his voice is straining, until he has to stop himself from moving his
hips. 
Elliot looks up at his side. Mr. Robot seems to be talking to his mom, not
paying attention to him, but the palm gives a small pitch and Elliot has to
choke down a moan. He has noticed Elliot watching him. The other hand rests on
the table, punctuating his words with a gesture. Elliot hears laughs coming
from the others, but the pace is starting to fasten.
He grabs the table, nails digging in, in order not to scream. Mr. Robot is now
passing a finger through the outline of his cock, the index, and thumb stroking
it lightly.
He closes his eyes, head lowering biting his tongue because he doesn't trust
his mouth. He can feel himself so close, his hips have given up and now
trusting slightly against the palm. The friction his khakis provide is not
enough, there is precum staining his boxers and he feels so filthy in doing
this. But it's been too long that he has touched him every graze on his groin
sends a shiver through his spine.
Elliot grabs Mr. Robot from the few distance where he is, buries his face on
his blue dress shirt -smells like detergent and cologne, the color brings out
those eyes- and he grips the lapels of his blazer.
And then Elliot cums.
It's silent, but he feels Mr. Robot go rigid, hears a gasp. He must not know
Elliot was this close, not mention for him to finish. He surely can feel the
wetness that makes itself on the front of his khakis. The palm retreats and
Elliot feels another hand on his hair.
“You okay, boy?” Mr. Robot asks Elliot gives a nod still buried on his shirt.
“Alright, I think we gotta ask for the check, Elliot here seems bored”
He must be talking to the others, he is close to Mr. Robot but he never shows
this much affection for him. But the cum stained pants currently say otherwise.
Elliot finally looks up, blinking several times to adjust the light.
“Here kiddo” Mr. Robot gets off his blazer and gives it to him. “It's cold
outside, I told you to get a sweater”
It's big enough to cover his pants, and with it the evidence they did.
But that happened months ago.
He has grown frustrated, even a tint of angry. His hand is not enough, the
memories don't satisfy his urges. He has found himself unable to finish because
it's not the same as that time. He has forgotten the feeling of Mr. Robot
inside him.
“Dad, can you come to the store? There are people outside, even I told them
it's closed” Elliot makes his voice lower, finger playing with the cable of the
telephone “I think is that guy who I took money from, and their friends look
mad. Please hurry, I'm scared. I'm going to hide in your office”
Elliot hangs up, a grin spreading on his face.
He goes to the desk, grabs the lamp and disconnects the light bulb slightly. It
now blinks and Elliot puts it on the floor carefully. He grabs some electronics
from the trash pile and he throws them around the place. Messed up blinders in
the front door, a crooked signed, papers on the floor. Elliot tries to put it
as if it was ransacked.
He waits patiently, he has calculated the time Mr. Robot is going to get back
from the hardware store, five minutes to get out, ten of traffic minus two if
he takes the street when he wants to be earlier, then three in the four
streetlights they are, probably less considering he is going to pass a light.
Should be here in 11.3 minutes.
Elliot leaves the store's front door half opened. Takes a check in the
organized mess he made and then goes to the office. He breathes, eyes closed.
His hands go to the buttons of his jacket, opens it and lets it fall. He
dishevels his hair and bites his lips into the point he can feel them red and
hurting.
It's minutes later he hears a car tire brake in, the sound of a car door
slamming. Elliot jumps, making his way off to a few meters off the close door.
“ELLIOT”
He hears Mr. Robot shout from the empty store, the footsteps slow, probably he
now has seen the mess Elliot has made. 
“Oh my god, oh god, no, no,  please don't. Elliot! Where are you” he hears the
panic rise in his voice, the memory cards are crush under his feet while he
makes his way across the room. “Please answer me, Elliot, please oh god”
Some of the words are for himself, some are whispers and prayers. Elliot's
stomach clenches, but he feels the doorknob move.
The door slowly opens, the adrenaline dying out with fear. Elliot prepares
himself as Mr.Robot enters the room, Elliot sees worn out shoes step into the
tiles.
“Are you there? Please answer me”
Elliot closes the door behind him, he puts the small key in his pants pocket.
“Yes, I am.” Elliot says. “Daddy”
And then Elliot is leaping at him, fast and a few meters. Mr. Robot reacts
quickly eyes opening and catches him, small feet are on his hips and Elliot's
hands settle on the back of his neck.
Mr. Robot tries to look at him, but Elliot buries his face in the crook of his
neck. He feels a hand rest on his back, but then Elliot leans in to murmur in
his ear.
“Dad?” his voice is low, innocent. He knows how much he likes it.
“Yes, kiddo?” 
“Stop teasing me” his lips are so close to him, he can feel Mr. Robot stop the
hand rubbing his back “I want you so much, I want you to touch me already, like
that time in the car, like in the restaurant. I want your big dick inside me
already”
He hears a gasp of surprise, of arousal? Elliot doesn't know because Mr. Robot
is moving, with it himself, big arms still carrying him. Then they turn around
and he feels Mr. Robot crouching then a hard surface is on his ass.
Mr. Robot lets his hands fall, Elliot is sat on the desk while the older man
passes hands through his mouth, then pinches his nose, moving his glasses by
the action.
“Elliot, I thought” Mr. Robot's voice is low, husky. There's a lot of emotions
strangling in, relief, anger, and certainly arousal “I thought you got- hurt,
and It's only your horny impatient ass. I almost got arrested trying to get
here”
Mr. Robot gives a long shaky sigh, Elliot observes him, legs swinging from the
desk.
He spreads his legs, small shorts not covering his chubby thighs, and his lips
are swollen and red. He knows Mr. Robot likes him like this. He had worn the
tightest shirt he owns, Mr. Robot bought it for him and he knows it used to be
his favorite back when he fucked him.
“I'm sorry Daddy, but you didn't notice me. I had to get your attention” 
Mr. Robot turns to face him, clenched fist at his side.
“Attentio-” 
His words of anger sliding through his tongue as he sees his little boy sitting
on the desk, spread legs, ruffled hair and he rubs his eyes mindlessly.
“You planned this” Elliot can see Mr.Robot shifting on his feet, his Adam's
Apple moves “You wanted me to-" 
“Yes” Elliot whimpers, his hands go to move to the front of his shorts, he is
sure Mr. Robot can see the outline of his cock clearly “Please, I want you to
fuck me”
Mr. Robot approaches him, slow paces, head trembling slightly on his side.
Elliot smiles a bit, lets his own cocky ass get in the way.
Mr. Robot slaps him in the face.
Elliot turns, tears threatening in his eyes, and his own hands start to go to
his cheek when hands surround him.
“I'm sorry baby boy” He can feel Mr. Robot smelling his shirt, there are gasps
coming from his mouth “Daddy's going to need to punish you for what you did” 
Elliot stutters, then he is being pulled from the desk. Mr. Robot carries him
until Elliot is sitting instead on his lap. Mr. Robot rests on the desk.
“I just wanted to-”
Mr. Robot shushes him with a finger in the air. He glares at Elliot and the boy
makes himself smaller, avoiding his gaze.
“Bend over my lap”
Elliot opens his mouth to protest, but he looks up to Mr. Robot, blue eyes
digging his skin. Elliot swallows, huffs while he lays on his stomach, torso
almost fitting on big legs. His ass on one thigh, his legs fall but don't touch
the floor so he shifts them anxiously.
He presses his forehead on his knee, rubs it until he is trying to calm his
breathing. Mr. Robot doesn't talk while strong hands go to his shorts, they are
tight on his skin and Mr. Robot struggles a little to get them off in this
position.
But he finally does. Elliot whimpers, feeling them slide to his ankles,
repressing the movements of his legs. His small shirt lifts a little and he
tries to cover it, but he feels a stare and his hand goes back again.
“Oh, baby boy” Mr. Robot's hands slide through his back, inside his shirt and
he shudders. Even now he is still teasing “You were behaving so well”
There is a hand sliding through his ass and Elliot whimpers, he feels himself
breathe and he closes his eyes.
The first slap comes, and Elliot shudders.
It then goes another, in the other cheek, and Elliot moans, hands clenching Mr.
Robot's pants on his fist.
“Count” Mr. Robot orders him, hand stopping momentarily.
There is a blush spreading on his cheeks, from his face, on his back.
“Three”
A slap, this time harder.
“Count correctly” Mr. Robot slides his pals on his bottom. "From the start,
those didn't count.”
“One”
He can feel his ass redden, the sting becomes harder every time the rough hand
goes down. The smacks of hitting of skin sounds across the room, he tries to
repress the whimpers threatening to escape his mouth every time he opens it to
mark the number.
“Twenty-five” Elliot chokes, he can feel tears threaten his eyes, he wonders if
he bites the knee with his mouth he will get punished, but he doesn't want to
give Mr. Robot the satisfaction of making sounds for him.
“Twenty-six” Elliot can feel himself hard under. His cock grinding every time a
slap comes down and he rubs himself slowly in Daddy's leg.
“Are you sorry for what you did, Elliot” the hand stops, and Elliot whimpers
his skin is sensitive at this point.
“Yes, I'm sorry”
He must notice the tone of his voice because he gives a sigh of disappointment.
Mr. Robot urges Elliot to stand up, and he does, his whole body relaxing and he
starts to grab his pants to put them on again when Mr. Robot laughs.
“Oh baby boy, this just has started” Mr. Robot gets his cap off, fingers
passing through brown and silver hair. “I need you to be really sorry for what
you did”
And then Elliot sees him undo his belt.
The sound sends shivers, and he involuntary covers his groin with his hands,
his cock is hard and leaking and he is completely naked in front of him, while
he is overdressed with his jacket and scarfs.
The leather slides in his palm until it stops and Mr.Robot grabs it.
“Bend over the desk”
Elliot slowly does, his ass hurt still when he walks to it, each step he forces
not to whimper and not he doubts before he lays on his stomach. The wood is
rough, and if grazes around his nipples, and his cock.
He presses his forehead on the surface, hearing heavy footsteps from his boots
come in. Elliot has forgotten to get off his shoes, but he knows Mr.Robot like
his sports knee thighs socks on his chubby legs.
He looks into the back, and the image of Mr. Robot smiling while he holds a
belt into his hand preparing to punish him is too much, he buries his face in
his crossed arms, awaiting.
Without warning the belt descends into him.
Elliot moans, back arching.
“O-one” he manages to choke down. He remembers what he said, so he forgets the
almost thirty slaps he has done to him.
It's certainly harder than his palm, despite how good it feels, the leather
digs into his skin, and he swears he can feel it cutting it. Especially since
Mr. Robot is not being gentle, putting all the weight on the belt until it
reaches his reddening cheeks.
“Seven”
He is glad he can't see him, there are tears rolling down his eyes and he tries
to repress the sniff threatening in his nose. His legs move in pain but Mr.
Robot makes no sign on stoping.
“Twelve”
But the pace grows faster and harder, until each second there is the sound of
the belt traveling through the air, and then the sound smacking in his cheek.
Elliot finally breaks, is too much, he is sire the skin in there has broke,
small blood making itself present.
“Twenty-nine, please, please. Thirty-Thirty o-one. Stop please” Elliot sobs,
not being able to keep his words with the now fast belts until he is crying and
he is begging him to stop.
But it doesn't stop, although the hits get slower.
“You know why I'm punishing you?”
“Yes, it's because I'm a horny boy, I should have waited for your cock”
“Yes, what” that strike is harder and Elliot whimpers, nails scratching the
desk.
“Yes, Daddy”
He hears the belt fall to the floor, and Elliot sighs in relief. There are
hands grabbing his abused cheeks and he whimpers.
“Then Daddy is going to reward you” Elliot hears the sound of a zipper being
undone and he almost loses it, it can't be. “I'm going to fuck you like you
wanted all these months. That's what you wanted, my cock didn't you?”
“Yes, I wanted you Daddy” Elliot whimpers his ass moving higher until he feels
a hand stopping him, and then there is something hard pressing into his ass.
“Good boy” Mr.Robot rubs himself betweens his cheeks, grabbing them until they
are sandwiched together in his cock. The friction making both of them groan.
Precums starts to slide between his ass and into his hole, Elliot moans, now
his cock is up in the air and he moves his hips along Mr.Robot to get more.
“Fuck me please, Daddy. I want you now” he makes his voice smaller, lower as he
chokes on it. He doesn't think he can go another minute without him, he needs
to finally cum after all these weeks of not being able to.
“I need to prepare you first, don't want to hurt you baby boy” his finger goes
to his hole, but he hears a gasp coming from the older man.
“I already did, Daddy, every night every day, while thinking of you until it
was perfect to fuck it. Please, Daddy, fuck me, it still has the lube I finger
myself with yesterday”
He hears Mr. Robot curse under his breath, hips stopping. Elliot whimpers but
then feels the head of his cock pushing into him. Elliot moans, finally, after
all these months he can feel him inside him. He slides in without problem the
lube making it easy, but it still tight by the size Mr. Robot is. Elliot
clenches, loving the way the other man groans by the action.
Hair falls to his face, and he bites his lips turning his head into his
direction. Glasses show closed eyes, almost trying to keep control. He isn't
the only one who missed this. His hips slowly move. His stomach feels so full
and Elliot whimpers when he feels him twitch inside it.
Rough hands go to his hips,  the fingers from both hands almost meeting in his
stomach. They are strong and veiny and more than once Elliot thought they were
going to break him under it. The cock slides in and out from him, the long
length shaking him as it goes back in, heavy balls slapping into him.
“Yes, Daddy, fuck me harder, please, I waited so long” Elliot moves against his
cock, arms making an effort and hair sticking in. Sweat starting to surround
his skin, making his tongue stick out panting.
“Fuck, baby” Mr. Robot fastens his pace, grabs Elliot's legs and spread them
further. His knee thighs cut into his chubby legs, too small for the baby fat
that is still there.
His cock jumps with the trusts, his legs shake when he feels them being push
into his cock. Elliot whimpers while his hand goes to his own. Mr. Robot slaps
his hand away and instead puts his own.
“Cum, baby, I know you won't last long after all this time” he grabs his cock
and starts jerking it, his own thrust getting more erratic and messy. He hasn't
done this in a long time because in a few thrust Elliot is wriggling.
Elliot comes with his name on his lips, spilling into his hand, and soon Mr.
Robot follows filling up so good until he unloads months worth into him. It
last a few seconds and Elliot feels his stomach fill up so good.
Mr.Robot pulls out, he can see his cum drip all over chubby thighs until it
reaches the floor. He groans loudly.
“I won't make sure I tease you again.” He says, fingers playing with his filled
up hole.
Elliot whimpers, turning his tear stained face to Mr. Robot.
“But it's was worth the wait wasn't it baby boy?”
End Notes
     Thank you so much for reading ♡
     I was a bit worried because is my first time writing a spanking scene
     so detailed, but I'm glad how this turned out!
     Kudos and comments appreciated!
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