elliott.

Elliott couldn’t help that little bit of relief when Blaine initiated the kiss, the overwhelming rush that this was what he wanted, what they BOTH wanted.

One of his hands moved to Blaine’s neck, cupping somewhere between his cheek and neck – God knows where exactly his hand was, Elliott was hardly thinking about it – chasing his lips as Blaine pulled back.

His wish was more than answered when Blaine came back to him again, a slight upturn of lips when Elliott got what he wanted. He wasn’t smug exactly, more along the lines of disbelief and a vague question of if he was just dreaming this entire encounter. Elliott tipped his head to the side, letting teeth graze against Blaine’s bottom lip as he pulled back and took a moment to just ADMIRE the other, from his red stained cheeks to plump lips that Elliott knew were his fault.
It suited Blaine.

Feeling Elliott’s hand touching his skin so lightly that it would be tickling him if it weren’t for the press of their mouths together turning the sensation into something that made every nerve dance happily underneath it’s spell.  His hand on Elliott’s hip squeezed more firmly.  An effort to keep himself standing when his knees wobbled and he swayed closer until their chests touched and brought him to a stop.

Teeth over his bottom lip earned a small groan and a crinkling of Blaine’s eyebrows together.  It felt good.  He would have asked him to do it again if it wasn’t for him realizing he was the only one still in the same position they were during the kiss.  Head turned up, some weight centered on the balls of his feet for height’s sake.  Elliott’s stare and the weight of it finally tugged him conscious enough to notice.  With a catch of his upper lip with the tip of his tongue–he lowered himself back down and stared up at Elliott speechless and breathing quick.
“I–uhm–.  Wow..”  Did he just say wow?  That’s it?  Wow?  What was next?  Golly?  Jeez?  How high could he turn up the volume on the idiot control?  Smooth.  Real smooth.