elliott.

Blaine was so good at soothing Elliott, helping the other calm down when he felt this panicked – Only Dani had ever calmed him down this easily before. Mind, not that many people had to, Elliott RARELY panicked. Ever. When he was called beautiful, Elliott tensed up; him? No, that really wasn’t true, he didn’t believe it, no matter how much he trusted Blaine. He never would. 

Yet, he found himself taking a deep breath (and it was totally normal that he enjoyed that it smelled distinctly like Blaine right? Totally a platonic friends thing everyone did?) and nodding ever so slightly. “You’re so nice to me,” Elliott muttered quietly, turning his face slightly into Blaine’s collarbone. Without really thinking about it, Elliott pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck, right under the others jaw, before sitting up. It wasn’t unusual for Elliott to kiss friend Look at the cinnamon roll incident  but the neck? That was new with Blaine.

Telling Elliott he was beautiful was meant to have the exact opposite of the reaction that he felt Elliott’s body giving him.  The tensing up of his friend’s muscles caused Blaine’s eyebrows to shove together and a crease brought on by confusion appeared between them.  Cupping the back of his head and clinging to the hem of the shirt the taller man made even taller by his perch on the counter threw on for some modesty–Blaine turned his head as much as he could.

Only seeing a strip of skin running along Elliott’s neck in the process–he’d take what leverage he got. “I’m only nice because you deserve it back. You treat people so kindly.  If I didn’t return the gesture?  I’d be a complete jerk.”  His breathing stuttered as a kiss was pressed to his neck.  Immediately–his body reacted to it in a shivering set of goosebumps that spread over his skin from the point of contact in all different directions.  Soon–that same chill ran down his back and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good.  Clearing his throat–because how awful was it to feel that when it was done by someone who was so obviously upset–Blaine touched the tip of his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and breathed.  Deep.  When words failed?  A tighter hold spoke volumes as he stepped closer and squeezed tighter.