"He is, okay? No Sammy I swear." He looked at the bed, realizing that what Eliot was saying was true before groaning and throwing the towels back into the bathroom. He managed to make a pile in the floor since he would want Eliot to be on his stomach. "Okay this will work..."

Suddenly he heard the cry and he was out and on the floor next to Eliot in a beat. "God damn it you couldn't have asked me to fucking help!?" He wrapped his arms around Eliot gently, helping him up slowly. "I hate drugs too, but I will at least take them when I know I need to." He grumbled against his skin.

"Come on. I'll get your down on the towels and then we will get this going. I'm gonna do it as quickly as possible, but without you takin' anything for the pain its gonna feel like I'm taking forever." He growled at the thought, gritting his teeth.