Sensitive, oh, I'm sure, after all that whining you do anytime I take you on a job. [ old places smell bad, most of the time. they just do. sad fact of life. elliot's hand is a welcome weight against his chest, with the soothing the warmth of his palm and his fingers splayed over his skin. for a moment, max's eyes slip closed again, humming softly at nothing in particular, just a low, rumbled sound of contentment.
his lips pull wider, small sated smile stretching to a grin as he imagines a younger elliot sneaking around this massive house, playing pranks and getting into trouble. shuffling 132 rubber ducks into the various bathrooms of this mansion of a home. he wonders, though, how much elliot considers it a home. he never talks about his family here, doesn't seem to visit often, and there's a cold kind of feeling to it all. max has yet to see a trace of elliot's parents, or anyone, outside of the house staff. huh. ]
132, exactly? [ he muses, as he turns his face into the fingers touching along his jaw, always such a glutton for contact and sensation. his lips find the pad of elliot's thumb at some point, parting so that he can nip at his fingertip with teeth, playful. ] Any special reason for the number, or was that just all Bed Bath & Beyond had in stock?
[ and that soft nip turns more into a bite when he feels elliot's teeth against his shoulder. rude. but not actually, considering it sends a little spike of warmth flushing over his skin, already sensitive just by the wear of the last several days, but now, at least, pleasantly so. max chases it, ankle hooking around the back of the leg elliot's tangled with his, and dragging himself up to push the other boy's back to the mattress, max slipping a knee between his thighs. not the easiest of movements, considering the achiness all over, but worth it to settle himself comfortably half-blanketing him. ] Anything? Absolutely anything? You want the list now or later?
[ Bacteria is a gross part of life, Elliot is well aware. After all, he deals with dead things far too often. Though, oddly enough, that's a scent he's learned to 'tune out.' It's just all the other ones that annoy the hell out of him. After forcing life into corpses, you start to lose the general scent of decaying rot and just get used to it, otherwise you'll suffer from constant stomach upset.
This house isn't a home, not really. Maybe if his brother was still alive there could be a possibility for that, but after his passing any semblance of happiness in this place went down the drain. ] It's all we could fit with us on our bikes. [ Something akin to a smile finds its way onto his face for a brief moment, but it's gone as quickly as it appears. He can remember they stuffed as many as they could in their backpacks and rode their bikes home. The staff had to have known they were up to something when they'd went straight for the master bathroom backpacks bulging.
He tugs his hand away reflexively, frowning at Max, but then his heater is moving and the pillow nest is being shifted and it's a German sized earthquake. With every movement Max makes, Elliot tries to hover his hands by his shoulders, allowing himself to be pliable whilst trying to offer any support Max might need. He winds up with his back against the bed, a turn of events he doesn't particularly mind, and then that knee. ] I'll take the list whenever, [ He pauses and shifts slightly, it's taking a lot of self restraint not to chase after his lips, not to touch him. ] but are you sure you should be moving about? [ Oh, look, concern, it's an actual thing he's capable of.
He's certainly not going to try using any magic anytime soon, so he can only assume what Max feels like. Sure, they'd been in a similar situation, but Elliot had an ancient river spirit draining him like a Duracell when it got angry, which to be fair was like 90% of the time, it wasn't for some super strong juju, it was just to punish him, he assumed. He's still not completely sure, it sure as hell felt like the thing was prepared to kill him when Paya was trying to tear it out of him. Which had been an awful experience, one he'd never want to repeat ever again if at all possible. Even with the concern, Elliot's hand finds Max's cheek, thumbing over it. It's gentle and kind, and while he's fairly certain Max has more on his mind, he wants to be certain his dick isn't going to get him in any more trouble than he already is in. Besides, if he breaks Max more, and Paya finds out it's his fault, that'd be terrifying. ]
Edited (dont mind me adding more to stuff and thangs lori, no this is not me nagging for a tag i just thought of something to add shush) 2015-12-15 23:35 (UTC)
[ the small flash of a smile melts max's heart a bit. not that he isn't already feeling squishy and loopy from the heavy heaping of medicinal herbs and magic whatever coursing through him. though, it's with a bit of sadness, as he knows the elliot, the one riding around on bikes with backpacks of rubber ducks with his brother, is gone. like the kid that chases chickens and rode cows on his mother's farm is gone. but that's a fact of life. bad shit happens, and it changes you forever. you learn to live with it, to carry it. because lord knows there's no setting it down or trying to bury it behind you.
either way, it has him bringing a hand up to cup the side of elliot's face, thumb brushing under his eye softly, before he leans in to kiss gently at the corners of his lips. ]
I'll have my secretary put it on your desk in the morning. [ the list, he means, as he kisses down the side of elliot's neck lazily, shoulders a bit achy, but otherwise not bothering him enough to deter him from smothering elliot with gross affection, heading towards explicit things. which elliot seems to be concerned about, so max lifts his head up enough to peer at him at a tilt, with a pffft sort of look. ] Please. This is like a cold to me.
[ not it's not. it's like a flu you have to be hospitalized for. max is just terminal in his tendency to understate every injury he's ever had, physical or otherwise. but there's also the fact elliot's pretty well out of it as well, and maybe max should go on the gentle side of things. shifting some, he lays part on his side, pressed up to elliot, as he idly smooths his palm down elliot's side, over his hip and thigh, and back up again. ] We could go slow. Soft and cute and everything.
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his lips pull wider, small sated smile stretching to a grin as he imagines a younger elliot sneaking around this massive house, playing pranks and getting into trouble. shuffling 132 rubber ducks into the various bathrooms of this mansion of a home. he wonders, though, how much elliot considers it a home. he never talks about his family here, doesn't seem to visit often, and there's a cold kind of feeling to it all. max has yet to see a trace of elliot's parents, or anyone, outside of the house staff. huh. ]
132, exactly? [ he muses, as he turns his face into the fingers touching along his jaw, always such a glutton for contact and sensation. his lips find the pad of elliot's thumb at some point, parting so that he can nip at his fingertip with teeth, playful. ] Any special reason for the number, or was that just all Bed Bath & Beyond had in stock?
[ and that soft nip turns more into a bite when he feels elliot's teeth against his shoulder. rude. but not actually, considering it sends a little spike of warmth flushing over his skin, already sensitive just by the wear of the last several days, but now, at least, pleasantly so. max chases it, ankle hooking around the back of the leg elliot's tangled with his, and dragging himself up to push the other boy's back to the mattress, max slipping a knee between his thighs. not the easiest of movements, considering the achiness all over, but worth it to settle himself comfortably half-blanketing him. ] Anything? Absolutely anything? You want the list now or later?
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This house isn't a home, not really. Maybe if his brother was still alive there could be a possibility for that, but after his passing any semblance of happiness in this place went down the drain. ] It's all we could fit with us on our bikes. [ Something akin to a smile finds its way onto his face for a brief moment, but it's gone as quickly as it appears. He can remember they stuffed as many as they could in their backpacks and rode their bikes home. The staff had to have known they were up to something when they'd went straight for the master bathroom backpacks bulging.
He tugs his hand away reflexively, frowning at Max, but then his heater is moving and the pillow nest is being shifted and it's a German sized earthquake. With every movement Max makes, Elliot tries to hover his hands by his shoulders, allowing himself to be pliable whilst trying to offer any support Max might need. He winds up with his back against the bed, a turn of events he doesn't particularly mind, and then that knee. ] I'll take the list whenever, [ He pauses and shifts slightly, it's taking a lot of self restraint not to chase after his lips, not to touch him. ] but are you sure you should be moving about? [ Oh, look, concern, it's an actual thing he's capable of.
He's certainly not going to try using any magic anytime soon, so he can only assume what Max feels like. Sure, they'd been in a similar situation, but Elliot had an ancient river spirit draining him like a Duracell when it got angry, which to be fair was like 90% of the time, it wasn't for some super strong juju, it was just to punish him, he assumed. He's still not completely sure, it sure as hell felt like the thing was prepared to kill him when Paya was trying to tear it out of him. Which had been an awful experience, one he'd never want to repeat ever again if at all possible. Even with the concern, Elliot's hand finds Max's cheek, thumbing over it. It's gentle and kind, and while he's fairly certain Max has more on his mind, he wants to be certain his dick isn't going to get him in any more trouble than he already is in. Besides, if he breaks Max more, and Paya finds out it's his fault, that'd be terrifying. ]
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either way, it has him bringing a hand up to cup the side of elliot's face, thumb brushing under his eye softly, before he leans in to kiss gently at the corners of his lips. ]
I'll have my secretary put it on your desk in the morning. [ the list, he means, as he kisses down the side of elliot's neck lazily, shoulders a bit achy, but otherwise not bothering him enough to deter him from smothering elliot with gross affection, heading towards explicit things. which elliot seems to be concerned about, so max lifts his head up enough to peer at him at a tilt, with a pffft sort of look. ] Please. This is like a cold to me.
[ not it's not. it's like a flu you have to be hospitalized for. max is just terminal in his tendency to understate every injury he's ever had, physical or otherwise. but there's also the fact elliot's pretty well out of it as well, and maybe max should go on the gentle side of things. shifting some, he lays part on his side, pressed up to elliot, as he idly smooths his palm down elliot's side, over his hip and thigh, and back up again. ] We could go slow. Soft and cute and everything.