Elliott rather felt like he was waiting for an answer for something far more serious, like his University responses – not a yeah or no from a guy in a bathtub playing with bubbles.
Yet it felt like it meant to the world to get an answer, unfamiliar anxiety bubbling in his chest and making him wish Blaine would just TALK already. And when he finally did, it was the answer Elliott wanted to hear. NEEDED to hear, and shirt be damned, he rose up again to lean over to Blaine, lips finding lips.
The kiss wasn’t meant to lead on to other things, but it wasn’t just a gentle peck – it was something Elliott put a lot of his feelings into, the love and affection and perhaps too much ADORATION all balled together into one action.
And then there was assurance, pulling back and cupping Blaine’s face with both hands, wanting him to understand just how serious Elliott as being.
“Everyone makes mistakes Blaine, even me. I mean did you SEE the haircut I had in high school?” An attempt at humour, paired with a slight laugh escaping Elliott, lightening the mood that little bit more. “I know you can’t help it, but you don’t need to worry so much. I UNDERSTAND.” And with that he dipped his hand into the water, flinging a handful of bubbles at Blaine’s face with a playful sort of giggle, rocking back out of the way to try and avoid getting any thrown BACK at him.
There. He’d said it. Now, there was no taking it back. All he could do was hope that Elliott was satisfied with the answer and that he said what the other was wanting to hear. Lingering in the state of limbo where he bit his bottom lip and carefully watched for any hint of what might come next made seconds feel like hours. Was that too much? Did he promise just enough?
Suddenly, Elliott (in complete disregard for his clothing) was leaning in and their lips found one another’s and he found the reaction he was hoping for. And them some. His breath left him in one long sigh through his nose and reassurance flooded in. All from a simple peck.
Wet fingers curled around both of Elliott’s wrists as he held his face. The touch soothed his nerves, kept his attention focused on the pair of eyes he was looking into and his thoughts remained grounded. Even when his eyelids dropped down to cover his eyes as a rush of tension left him in a puff of air and a moment of stillness flooding in, he nodded. “Thank you..”
“I know. It doesn’t mean I like making them. Trust me. I’ve been pretty good at making some rather big ones in the last few years. It’s hard not to stop this feeling of dread that it’s going to happen–HEY!”
Interrupted by bubbles (thank goodness), a laugh broke free. Rays of sunshine parted the clouds that darkened his eyes and brightened up his features to a broad smile and the sparkle, not only in shades of hazel, the kind that seemed to orbit around him no matter where he went (whether self-created or not) that’d drained returned. Swatting tickling puffs of white off his nose, he cracked up laughing as he splashed a mixture of water and suds back at the jerk who decided to make this into a bubble war and was already trying to retreat! Oh! It was on!
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