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"That better be setting the tone for the rest of the day," Quentin said with a grin, nudging Eliot lazily. Really more of a kind of arm twitch, of the arm that Eliot was kinda laying on.
"Hope so." Eliot moved to free Quentin's trapped arm. "i don't have anything else to do but lay here and make you feel good if you don't."
For no good reason, that made Quentin blush a little. "Um, no, no plans," he said. "No work either, not for a few days."
"Good." Eliot leaned in to kiss him again. "i have a lot of plans for you, Coldwater. are you hungry?"
Quentin looked deeply interested in these plans, but he restrained himself. He nodded. “Yeah, a little. I can wait a bit, but yeah.”
Eliot smirked. he propped himself up on an elbow, studying quentin. "Maybe we'll get to the rimming," he suggested, just as casually as if he were discussing them going on a boat ride back at Brakebills.
“For breakfast?” he asked innocently. He knew that was not what Eliot meant, but he left it open, didn’t he?
Eliot looked him up and down. "Well," he said. "i don't think there's a single thing in this castle that would be more appetizing."
This was why Quentin never tried to be smooth, people were always turning it back on him. Jesus. “Um, well.” Fuck. “Probably not very nutritious.”
"Hmmm." Eliot considered this. "You're right, I need to keep my energy up for this. Damn you, Coldwater. Logic wins again." He rolled so he was straddling Q's hips, kissing him anywhere he could reach, playful.
Quentin tried to defend for a minute, laughing, then just played dead, tongue hanging out of his mouth for effect.
Eliot laughed. "Nooooooo!" he said, dramatically draping himself over Quentin's chest. "I'll try CPR, don't die on me, Quentin!" kissing him hard, cupping his face in his hands.
Quentin giggled, muffled against Eliot’s mouth, but then kissed him back, filthy and open mouthed. There was plenty they could do with some food in them.
Eliot sighed into the kiss, hands tangling in Quentin's hair. He pushed his hips down against Q's and then pulled back. "okay okay, if we're going to eat I need to stop."
"Let's stop then," Quentin agreed, because he was pretty hungry. He waited for Eliot to get off him, then sat up and stretched with a big yawn. "Um, I want to stop by my room and get some clothes and stuff, since I only have last night's work clothes."
Eliot leaned in to kiss him again, then nodded. "Yeah, okay. I'll go get us some food and I'll pick you up from your room?" he was grinning, finding the idea of picking Quentin up unbearably thrilling in some strange way, as if they were going to go on a date. "Any requests?"
"That works," Quentin agreed, grabbing his jeans off the floor. Maybe he'd hit the baths on the way for a quick scrub. Be nice and clean for whatever Eliot intended to do to him. "Not really, just whatever."
"Okay," Eliot said, agreeable enough. He found a pair of soft pants and his robe, since there was no point in getting dressed. The baths would probably be a stop for him, too--no point in not completing his morning routine. "Let me walk you back?" Holding out a hand for Quentin.
Quentin had just finished tying his hair out of his face with a little strip of leather in his pocket. He blushed at the offered hand, but took it with a little crinkly-eyed smile, letting Eliot lead him out.
Eliot took a moment to just admire Quentin, especially when he smiled and his eyes crinkled. He gave his hand a squeeze, walking him back to his room. Once they were at the door, he gave Quentin a quick kiss, his hand lingering on his waist for a moment. "I'll come pick you up in an hour or so?"
"That long?" he asked, smiling again, but he kissed Eliot once more, having to pull him down a little, and then went inside.
Quentin washed himself, put on clean clothes, and came out of his room when Eliot knocked with a messenger bag over his shoulder. "Back to your place, yeah?" he asked.
Quentin washed himself, put on clean clothes, and came out of his room when Eliot knocked with a messenger bag over his shoulder. "Back to your place, yeah?" he asked.
Eliot, his hair damp and curling around his ears, came to Quentin's door with an armful of various containers. "Yeah, back to my place." He leaned in to kiss Q's cheek. "Mmm, you smell nice." Offering him his free hand once more.
Quentin ate, though not excessively, not wanting to feel too full for whatever Eliot had planned. He set down the bag somewhere close to the bed, acutely aware of what was in it, but trying not to give anything away. It was fine, it was all fine, Eliot would get curious eventually.
Eliot also only ate a little, enough that he knew he wouldn't crash later. He probably wouldn't have even noticed the bag, except that he nearly tripped on it when he cleared plates away from the bed to make more room for activities. "IS that just your clothes?" he asked, moving in to kiss him. "Can I move it?"
"Oh, um, yeah," Quentin agreed. "Just clothes." It was probably stupid anyway.
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