Tag: p: elliott

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“Wow? Really?” Elliott laughed, keeping his hand against the others neck, thumb gently rubbing under Blaine’s jawline. There was clearly a large degree of fondness in the action, a sort motherly, loving gesture.

The smile remained on his face as Elliott fell silent, still just watching Blaine for a few moments. How the hell did he get in this position? From best friends angry boyfriend to…whatever this was.

“You know, the others are going to kill us.” Elliott pointed out. Dani would skin him alive, Kurt would stop talking to him – or worse, get all passive aggressive again. Elliott couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his lips though, as he thought to Blaine’s original hostility towards him.

“Turns out you were worried I was like, stealing the wrong boyfriend, huh?” He hadn’t been after Blaine then, hardly new the guy, but…well, it was a odd truth.

“I’m blaming you for the sudden lack of my ability to form any words.  Much less connect them from my brain to my tongue.  All your fault.”  The lengths of Blaine’s fingers kept themselves gently draped around each of Elliott’s wrist.

In spite of his laugh–he fell quiet in a stuttering silence leaving only a curious smile on puffy lips that the bottom was soon prisoner and grabbed between his front teeth.  Staring up at the admiring expression Elliott was giving him–Blaine felt his body lull towards the strokes.  So much that he rocked forward against the touch and let thick, dark lashes fall to cover his eyes.

He opened them again at the mention of ‘the others’.  Thoughts immediately honed in on one person in particular.  Imagining what his reaction would be if he found out what just happened. The worst feeling in the world was when he realized he couldn’t figure out what it would be. How awful that someone who you thought you knew inside and out could become a stranger in a matter of one conversation..

Like magic, Elliott pulled him out of that train of thought and made him turn ten shades of crimson.  His chin tucked towards his collar.  “Yeah.  Who would have thought?  Definitely not me.  That really just happened—didn’t it?”

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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.

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Oh god, Blaine was so god damn adorable. Elliott just – he couldn’t care less that this was a bad idea and how angry he knew Kurt would be, or the judging glares he knew he’d get from the girls: even the lectures he knew were coming from Dani didn’t matter.

Elliott didn’t wait to see if Blaine wanted to say anything else, just smiling right back with a look like he’d just seen the sun after a thunderstorm.

Elliott moved forwards gently, tilting his head to one side and looking at Blaine from under his eyelashes, their lips not quite touching yet by millimetres at most. Checking Blaine wanted this, wanted ELLIOTT, that he wouldn’t back out or was just saying it was okay. Every little insecurity Elliott felt, all pushing through because this wasn’t a random guy at a bar anymore.

This was BLAINE.

A silent prayer breathed through parted lips that the tip of his tongue peeked out to wetten.

–Just; kiss me.

Hazel eyes were drawn to Elliott’s lips.  His stare lingered there as he felt the temperature in his face and neck blaze to an inferno.  Was he blushing?  No idea.  Not that he cared to pay it much mind if he was.  Not right now.  Without realizing–his hand relaxed completely in the taller man’s grip.

Letting go of the what if’s–Blaine let himself free fall into the velvet skin of Elliott’s lips against his unsure if he was the one who stole the last breath shared between them or Elliott was.

It didn’t matter.  Not when that line was crossed, drawn with a small pull back so Blaine could flick a dazed glance at the place on Elliott’s mouth that he just made glisten, then crossed again when he captured it and this time left no room to doubt that this was what he wanted.

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Elliott’s eyes were drawn to Blaine’s lips as he licked them – licked, not rubbed or spitted. His confusion ceased when Blaine spoke again, inviting him to do it and not apologise. 

He wanted Elliott to kiss him. 

Was he a rebound from Kurt? Probably. Did he think Blaine was going to regret this at a later date? Oh God yes. But that was the logical part of Elliott’s head, and the rest of him…The larger part, that was too busy telling him to just take what he could get while Blaine was still welcoming it. 

“I…I could,” He said quietly, stepping closer to Blaine, again taking his hand in both of his own, looking at it as he spoke. “Are you sure?” He’d only ask once, only check Blaine meant it once, that was it. 

This was all kinds of could go seriously bad for the both of them.  Blaine knew that the minute their lips touched when Elliott spontaneously kissed him.  It wasn’t the brush of their mouths together that caused the worry.  The look on Elliott’s face when he pulled back was.

But he still said what he said.  And meant it.

One part heartbroken and half a dozen more lonely–Blaine wouldn’t take back his offer.  He made enough mistakes.  If this was another one?  What was one more to add to the list?  Who was to say this was a mistake?  Every red flag going up might only be in his head.  They wouldn’t know until they tried.

Two hands–bigger than his–covered just one palm.  The delicateness behind Elliott’s touch caused Blaine’s brows to crumple together and his throat tightened.  “Y-Yeah.  I’m sure..,” he was smiling when he looked back up.  A little wary, a lot hopeful but prepared for the worst.  “I’m sure,” the words came more solidly this time and his breath stopped as he waited.

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“Please don’t go.” It slipped out before he even thought about it, gripping Blaine’s hand in both of his own and just clinging to him as if his life depended on their hands staying connected, keeping the contact.

Well that just looked needy. Elliott dropped his hand again, looking around the room and taking a step back as he panicked, racking a hand through his hair. Oh god oh god oh god, what should be do? He should tell Blaine, it was only fair, but he didn’t want to pressure him or anything and…

Fuck it.

Elliott rushed forwards, cupping Blaine’s face with both of his hands and holding it there. Now or never, huh? He pressed forwards, crushing his lips against Blaine’s for a few seconds before letting go and taking a step back. Wild hair, a panicked expression and half dressed, Elliott knew he looked like a mess but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I’m sorry for that.”

Maybe getting out and going for a walk would make this better?  Or he could come back to Elliott kicking him out because leaving him alone only made things worse.  What then?  

Affording his own place wasn’t the problem.  Blaine had enough resources to take care of things the morning after everything dissolved into nothing.  What he didn’t and couldn’t bring himself to do was be alone.  That was where the real fear rested.  From what seemed like clockwork now, Blaine realized he might’ve messed this up too.  By just walking in at the wrong time.

His bewildered stare went to their hands.  He held his breath waiting to be told that this situation wasn’t going to work and felt his heart sink. A weight suddenly turned upside down when Elliott was suddenly there, holding his face and crashing their mouths together.  He felt himself swoon into the kiss–an effect that lasted after Elliott was pulled away and made Blaine sway forward before catching himself and opened his eyes staring blankly ahead before meeting Elliott’s.

Elliott wanted him?  And he swallowed thick, heart pounding.

“–No.  Don’t apologize again.  Especially not for that,” he whispered tasting Elliott’s kiss when he licked his lips.  –Don’t be sorry.  Please don’t be sorry.  Be anything but sorry.  Can’t deal with sorry right now.–  “Or you could do it again and not be sorry this time?”

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Should he move away?
He should move away, that was weird and Blaine’s reaction was probably him shivering because he was uncomfortable and he should stop and this was going to fast and ohgodohgodohgod.

Elliott pulled away from Blaine after a few moments and looked away again – he couldn’t look at him after that, because the temptation to just kiss him was far too strong. But that was really inappropriate so soon after Kurt, surely?

Elliott pulled his legs up onto the counter and swung around, sliding into the floor next to Blaine and taking a deep, deep breath. Oh god, he was going to fuck up their friendship so bad. “I-uh-I, sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing a hand nervously through his hair as he apologised. For the breakdown maybe, or for the kiss – just for everything, he needed to get away and breathe before he made a really bad decision.

Just as Blaine felt himself relax against the solidness of Elliott’s chest once he was sure he was starting to get through to him–the taller of the pair was pulling back and swinging his legs up so he could drop his feet down onto the floor.  Blaine stood there watching him unsure of what to do.  For all the world–he looked completely lost as to why they were back at square one of awkwardness between them after it’d felt–in his book–that he’d made progress in getting through.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” his confusion evident in his shaken tone.  “I’m sorry if I just did something to make you uncomfortable again.”  Was that it?  Did he get too close?  –Personal space, Blaine.  Remember?–  The kiss didn’t seem to cross Blaine’s mind that it might be the reason why Elliott was so eager for an exit.  Why would it?  He was affectionate.  Blaine knew that and loved it about him.  Unless it meant something–..

Which it didn’t.  Right?  No way.  “I..  You know,” the more he thought on it the more frustrated at himself he got.  Once he felt his stomach bottom out–Blaine decided maybe it’d just be better to give Elliott space.  Before he made things even more worse.  “I..can go for a walk.  If you need a bit?  I’m really sorry for everything.”  

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Blaine was so good at soothing Elliott, helping the other calm down when he felt this panicked – Only Dani had ever calmed him down this easily before. Mind, not that many people had to, Elliott RARELY panicked. Ever. When he was called beautiful, Elliott tensed up; him? No, that really wasn’t true, he didn’t believe it, no matter how much he trusted Blaine. He never would. 

Yet, he found himself taking a deep breath (and it was totally normal that he enjoyed that it smelled distinctly like Blaine right? Totally a platonic friends thing everyone did?) and nodding ever so slightly. “You’re so nice to me,” Elliott muttered quietly, turning his face slightly into Blaine’s collarbone. Without really thinking about it, Elliott pressed a kiss to Blaine’s neck, right under the others jaw, before sitting up. It wasn’t unusual for Elliott to kiss friend Look at the cinnamon roll incident  but the neck? That was new with Blaine.

Telling Elliott he was beautiful was meant to have the exact opposite of the reaction that he felt Elliott’s body giving him.  The tensing up of his friend’s muscles caused Blaine’s eyebrows to shove together and a crease brought on by confusion appeared between them.  Cupping the back of his head and clinging to the hem of the shirt the taller man made even taller by his perch on the counter threw on for some modesty–Blaine turned his head as much as he could.

Only seeing a strip of skin running along Elliott’s neck in the process–he’d take what leverage he got. “I’m only nice because you deserve it back. You treat people so kindly.  If I didn’t return the gesture?  I’d be a complete jerk.”  His breathing stuttered as a kiss was pressed to his neck.  Immediately–his body reacted to it in a shivering set of goosebumps that spread over his skin from the point of contact in all different directions.  Soon–that same chill ran down his back and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel good.  Clearing his throat–because how awful was it to feel that when it was done by someone who was so obviously upset–Blaine touched the tip of his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and breathed.  Deep.  When words failed?  A tighter hold spoke volumes as he stepped closer and squeezed tighter.

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Elliott sniffed and gave a slight chuckle at Blaine’s threat – he was so not tall enough to ‘come up there’ anytime soon and they both knew that. His height was a rare thing Elliott hadn’t struggled to accept – it just took one look at his shoes to see that was so – so he didn’t mind that kind of joke. It made him feel a little better.

Letting Blaine guide his face down, Elliott looked at the other through his eyelashes for a moment before letting his eyes slip closed. There was no point saying no when Blaine was trying to help, but Elliott was still aware of how between his legs Blaine was and how caring he was being. And all of that added up? He just needed to shut his eyes, it was honestly a little overwhelming if truth be told.

Blaine sighed heavily against Elliott’s chest when the gentle weight of Elliott’s head rested on his shoulder.  One arm wrapped itself loosely around the small of the man’s back while he continued to card his fingers through thick, dark hair in a soothing caress.  Everything was fine between them.  And Blaine would stay put until he was sure that Elliott believed him.  Warm breath against his neck was coaxed to slow down with a drag of fingertips over Elliott’s scalp. 

“Shh.  See?  It’s all okay.  Yeah,” he asked quietly not minding that even though Elliott was on the counter–it was more him that kept them both upright.  He let the bridge of his nose fit against Elliott’s chest and soon enough the veil of thick, black lashes fell as Blaine shut his own eyes.  “You’re beautiful, Elliott.  Just..”  Curving his thumb in–he ran circles against the small of Elliott’s back, fingers in his hair balled up into a careful fist then fanned out and continued feathering strands of hair through them.  “Trust me?”

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Elliott sniffed and gave a slight little nod. He knew he looked like a mess, eyeliner no doubt running down his face and the start of a snotty nose making itself present. That made actually looking at Blaine much harder, knowing he was so close and could see how much like a wreck Elliott looked with the streaks of black cutting away his foundation and staining skin. 

Elliott adjusted how he was sat slightly, arms loosening around Blaine as he became extremely aware that he was still in lacy underwear and a shirt, with one of his best friends far too close inside his legs to really be appropriate. Well shit. If it was Kurt or Dani (hell, Dani had been around him like this before and that hadn’t been very awkward.) he wouldn’t mind so much, but for some reason the fact that it was Blaine was something Elliott was extremely conscious about. He wasn’t sure why, and he quickly settled that it must be because Blaine was attractive and had such a nice body. That was it, surely. “I…alright. Thank you Blaine.” The thank you was barely audible, but it was there as Elliott slowly retracted his hands to hold on to the counter instead.

Once Elliott loosened the hold on him–Blaine leaned back in his arms enough that he could meet his eyes and catch his attention.  There was no way they were leaving this conversation with Elliott doubting himself in any way, shape, or form.  The man was too beautiful and too kind for that ache.  He nodded back.  A checks and balances sort of thing.  Just to make sure Elliott meant the gesture rather than dished him out some wordless agreement because he didn’t truly believe what he was saying.

You’d think that Blaine completely forgot–he did–that he was between Elliott’s legs for the hug and that Elliott was sitting there in a shirt and panties by the way he seemed confused when Elliott pulled back and held onto the counter.  An effective way to make sure that Blaine stepped back and gave them a more respectable distance without realizing it was necessary.  Elliott was upset.  Blaine wanted to fix it.  That was all that mattered and where his attention was sunk. “You’re welcome, Elliott.”  Elliott’s voice tugged at his heartstrings at the weakness inside it. Water burst from the faucet with a flick of Blaine’s wrist so he could wet a papertowel that a lean to the side let him reach.  Once he was sure it wasn’t ice cold–Blaine leaned back and reached his free hand up to curl around Elliott’s chin to pull him in.  “C’mere and I’m not taking no for an answer.  I can come up there.”

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What Blaine was saying to him? That was the last straw – the last grip of the normality Elliott was clinging onto. He made a odd sound, somewhere between a sob and a sniff, before he just burst into tears. He couldn’t help it, Blaine was just being so sweet to him and Elliott wasn’t used to people saying kind things about his body. Him or his aesthetic? Sure, people complimented that. But not HIM.

“M’ Sorry.” Elliott mumbled against Blaine’s neck, clinging a little tighter to him and trying to control his tears – not that he was doing very well at it. “Y’didn’t sign up for this, huh?” He gave an awkward laugh, directly followed by a sniffle. 

Elliott pulling him closer caused Blaine to slightly lift his heels off the floor so he could keep his hold around the taller man perched on the kitchen counter’s shoulders as tight as he possibly could.  He didn’t mean to bring Elliott to tears with what he said.  It was only the truth and he figured Elliott deserved to hear it after being so self-conscious about something that he was so mistaken to be shaken up about.  Though it was easy to put himself in Elliott’s shoes and understand why–everything Blaine told him wasn’t just lip service to make him feel better.  Every word was deeply meant and more than a placating compliment.

What he shouldn’t have done was feel his throat turn into goosebumps underneath Elliott’s lips.  Or the way his throat caved in in a dizzying, head buzz sort of feeling.  One he had to clear his throat to get over.  It was his neck.  Just a weak spot.  That’s all.  Certainly inappropriate to feel moving through his body when someone he was holding was only looking for comfort. Nothing was okay about that.  A weak spot.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Breathe and forget about it and for goodness sake don’t shiver!  “Shh.  It’s okay,” changing his focus was like face planting against the brick wall.  But he did it by nuzzling his nose against Elliott’s shoulder and leaning back just enough that even in the inch apart space between their noses he could focus on Elliott’s teary eyes instead.  “I signed up for anything you need the minute we became friends, okay?”