Elliott jumped – well, TENSED was a better word for it – at the hand to his shoulder, fighting the basic instinct to turn and address the person talking to him. Manners battling it out with what was asked of him.
He relaxed into the touch as soon as it happened none the less, a fleeting reaction before limbs turned loose, just another show of how greatly he trusted Blaine. Always would trust him.
“You sound like I’mma make a break for the door.” Was all Elliott said before turning around on the ball of his foot, a bright smile BLOOMING across his face as he took in the mess of curls. That was even worse than he’d been expecting – and in ALL the right ways.
Hands lifted to cup Blaine’s face, starting on his cheeks and steadily RAKING back through his hair, feeling the texture and dampness under inked hands. When they went far enough for fingertips to touch, Elliott gripped tightly for a fraction of a second, hands dropping to Blaine’s shoulders.
Never able to keep his hands OFF him.
He would’ve said something, but what do you say? ‘I like them,’ was so cliche, laughing so cruel, so what was he MEANT to do?
Pulling Blaine into a kiss seemed like a good option, hands sliding back up to pull him forwards for a tender kiss, his head tilting to one side as he drew the moment out.
“See? Now isn’t that better?”
“You might. Who knows? I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” He grinned, only half-joking. They all had their insecurities. Every person in his life did. No matter how small or how big. They were there and stole the worst moments possible to dig into their confidence. His, one of them in spite of the fact he liked to believe he’d put them all behind him–there were a few that lingered, happened to be his mess of curls that he called hair not being under some semblance of control.
Seeing the smile–the shorter of the pair shifted on his feet and even curled his toes against the tile trying to gauge what the smile meant. Unsurety crunched up his nose and caused his eyes to squint questioningly.
Then Elliott’s hands where on his cheeks and he curled his fingers around the his wrists to keep them close. Even moved with them as they ran through his hair and made him rock slightly onto his heels. Feeling the slight tug against the back of his head made him swallow hard and a rush of color ran up the sides of his neck with goosebumps chasing after it.
Whew! Okay. That sensation was an amazing pay off for possible self-induced humiliation.
Being kissed when he was vulnerable enough to consider how he might be able to fit underneath the clawed feet of the bathtub if Elliott didn’t say anything sooner rather than later was exactly what he needed. And he stayed lifted onto the balls of his feet so their mouths wouldn’t leave their close proximity to one another.
“Yeah.. I guess you can say it is,” he grinned a dopey, happy grin as his nerves began to untangle. Another kiss and he’d be in heaven. So, he stole one. Cause when in Rome?
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