“Shhh,” Elliott just shushed Blaine with a finger gently against his lips, pairing it with a soft, loving little smile on his face – but it was a way of denial almost. Elliott didn’t always know what Blaine saw in him, especially on days like this when he really was being really rather pathetic, and a hell of a party-pooper.
But he did know he loved Blaine, and for better or for worse, Blaine loved him too.
“Just – hang on a second.” Elliott knelt back on his feet and pulled his now wet flannel off, leaving just the black shirt underneath, which gave him the ability to lean forwards over the tub again, one hand moving to Blaine’s neck. His thumb stroked the others cheek, fondness even in such a simple little action.
“That’s better.” He was much more comfortable like this, and it just felt more natural than leaning all over the place with a half soaked shirt.
“Blaine, baby, I mean what I said. You’re so good for me, and you mean so much to me too. You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”
Maybe boyfriend. Hopefully boyfriend, or he’d look like a proper idiot right about now.
Blaine’s feet slid against the porcelain as he bent his knees bringing them up as he quieted down. Bubbles that clung in patches against his skin made the faintest crackling noises he heard like thunder in the silence. He didn’t want to ruin this so fast. They were only starting out, after all. But it seemed his mouth was going to get far too ahead of his brain and that might be exactly what he did if he didn’t learn.
A brief nod and he waited. ‘Hanging on’ as Elliott instructed, curious hazel gaze never once leaving his boyfriend as he licked his lips and tasted the both of them on his skin. Elliott coming nearer splashed a wave of warm relief through his chest and helped ease his clenched stomach he hadn’t realized was starting to cramp until now.
Underneath Elliott’s thumb, his cheek shifted up. A hesitant smile freed his lip from the row of front teeth that bit down against it. Baby. Boyfriend. Words that reassured and coaxed him back from the doubt his thoughts were dragging him off to.
“That’s all I want to be,” he confessed while wrapping his fingers around Elliott’s wrist to keep the touch exactly where it lingered. “I’m sorry. I just really don’t want to ruin this.” His head turned and he pressed a kiss to Elliott’s palm before settling his cheek where it moved from.
“Not this time.. Not for any reason. So.. That’s what we are then?”
“…Boyfriends?” You couldn’t blame him for wanting to hear it again. Could you?
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