“I really, REALLY want you to.” Elliott’s response was INSTANT, almost a little breathless.
He was so excited to get to see Blaine like that, the metaphorical man behind the mask for a moment more – a new level of intimacy for the two of them. Elliott could place all the times he felt like they went past a level of intimacy and got to know each other a little more; the first kiss, the first time he took off his shirt – that had been BIG for Elliott – the first FUCK, the first date…the first EVERYTHING.
“I can wait.” Elliott stepped back to give Blaine room, his arms crossing as he lent against the door frame, not being remotely subtle in the admiration of Blaine – his eyes followed him around, staring with a somewhat playful grin stuck on his face.
“Besides, I’d REALLY like to grab at your hair WITHOUT it leaving my hand feeling GROSS.” Was he purposely making it sound sexual?
TOTALLY NOT.
Elliott’s eagerness was a bit amusing to the shorter of the pair. If he wanted this so badly, he could have asked for it months ago. If he caught Blaine in a good mood and a confidence high? Blaine would have had no issue letting him take a peek at these curls he was so happy with the idea of getting to see when he was getting ready in the morning.
Seeing Elliott so delighted gave Blaine the little boost to his ego he needed to quell the nerves in his stomach at the thought of.. What if he laughs? That was habitually in the back of Blaine’s mind the first time he let his curl flag fly in front of anyone.
“Oh. Okay,” he quipped up seeing Elliott walk to the wall and lean there watching him with adoration. Blaine expression went from unsure to content, his smile real instead of forced as he walked barefoot to the shower, grabbed his shampoo and bent over the sink.
He heard Elliott’s comment just as water splashed on the back of his head. Damn near jerked up and smashed it into the faucet to. There was a new feeling. The realization that he could be embarrassed, turned on, and stunned enough that he nearly cracked his skull off metal. Weird sort of combination to feel. No doubt about that!
Within minutes, the scent of sandalwood filled the room and his hair was clean and dripping as he covered it with a towel resisting the urge to go right for his comb even though his hand dropped towards it before jerking back up. He gave Elliott a guilty, apologetic look.
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