Elijah

[thisismybar]

He'd hesitated, but he'd actually, eventually, bucked up and called Elijah to see if there was any news about the cave. He wasn't sure why, except that it seemed like such a nice, relatively non-threatening distraction.

Better than alcohol and vampire slaying, anyway.

Then he'd invited Elijah over to his place for a drink and to update him, before maybe (hopefully) going out and getting Elijah in there to look around. He understood that even less. Except... Elijah's company had been really, really easy. Kind of weird! But easy.

He missed easy.

Not that kind of easy. Just... close to comfortable, and pleasant.

He met Elijah with the door, handed him a glass of bourbon and stepped back to let him in.

"Any luck?" he asked, as he gestured Elijah toward the living room.

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[manof_myword]

That darker flicker was back, the speculative look that said he was very much considering taking...something. But he just reached for the glass and took an equally long swallow.

A small smile curved his lips. "Better?"

[thisismybar]

That speculative look and darker flicker actually made Ric smile. "I don't know.... How strong's the urge to alphabetize my book collection?"

[manof_myword]

Elijah's gaze slips away back to the books, then back to him and he gives a self-mocking smile. "Truthfully? Fairly strong..."

What? Even if it wasn't a serious question...he really wouldn't mind.

[thisismybar]

He made a low, exasperated noise. "Finish your drink, Elijah."

...Because bossing the Original around made perfect sense.

[manof_myword]

"In a hurry for something?" Elijah asked with an arch of an eyebrow before taking another sip of his drink.

[thisismybar]

"Well, I'm certainly not in a hurry for you to reorganize my living room...." He stayed put, stayed watching Elijah, for another few seconds, then he wandered off around the room, in a restless way that wasn't at all predatory or prowl-y.

[manof_myword]

Elijah leaned against the bookshelf, watching him as he finished his drink, tracking him with his gaze.

"I could use a little more..."

Which hopefully would bring him back him over to Elijah.

[thisismybar]

Ric seriously, but briefly, considered telling Elijah to come get it but then decided he was too restless to play that game himself. He tossed his drink back, in a single, smooth swallow, picked up the bottle and took it back to Elijah.

"If you were someone else, I'd just be offering you the bottle...."

Instead, he reached to take Elijah's glass away from him. His apparent intention was to refill, but that wasn't exactly his real goal. His real goal was to use the excuse to lean in against Elijah and kiss him.

Liquid courage? No, not really.

Just a lack of obliviousness and the slowly dawning realization that Elijah wasn't going to make any kind of move, himself.

Didn't make it a good kiss, or Ric particularly confident about it, but it wasn't bad. Just... a little tentative.

[manof_myword]

Making moves where he wasn't clear about if they were wanted had never been his strong point unless he really wanted someone for one night only. If there was any sort of emotional connection, Elijah wanted to be certain that any physical one was truly desired.

Intimidating people into bed wasn't his style, and he'd found people got intimidated just at the mention of his name, before he'd done anything at all. Yay for reputations?

But Ric's move, tentative as it was, freed him and he shifted closer, more into him, and slid his fingers to cradle the back of Ric's neck as he kissed him back--slow and gentle, but deepening it after a heartbeat or two, wanting to taste the bourbon on Ric's lips, his tongue.

[thisismybar]

Ric wasn't easily intimidated, at least outwardly. He would have had to admit (only to himself) that he'd been cautious with Elijah at least once or twice. Even the hand on his neck made him go a little still, flex his neck against Elijah's hand and take a slow breath through his nose.

That was without even factoring... other things in.

But there was no hesitation or pause before he opened to Elijah deepening the kiss, granted him access to his mouth and returned the kiss. Tentativeness fell away, though admittedly it was likely falling away to something that was at least a little bravado. He had no qualms about chasing the taste of bourbon in Elijah's mouth, or sliding his fingers up and through Elijah's hair. He didn't stop there, let his hand fall back to Elijah's shoulder and groaned softly.

[manof_myword]

Elijah let his fingers stroke slowly over Ric's neck, light and easy and willing the tension away. Yes, he was likely one of the most dangerous people Ric was likely to ever encounter--maybe even moreso than Klaus when you got down to it--but he wasn't going to hurt him.

A lot to say in a tangle of lips and tongues and fingers, but he gave it his best shot. Ric's engagement in the kiss pulled a soft moan out of him, in turn, as he let on hand slip to the small of Ric's back to tug him gently more snugly against him.

[thisismybar]

The tension didn't ease away so much as Ric gave it up, all at once.

He didn't just let himself be pulled in against Elijah; he stepped into him, and settled his free hand on Elijah's hip in a solid, warm grip. He met the kiss and contact between them with a very soft shudder and slightly increased heart-rate that was all about the press of bodies between them, and nipped lightly at Elijah's lower lip, before angling his head just right to be able to deepen the kiss properly on his end. Still a certain kind of tension there, but less about fear of having his neck broken and more about working his way through... this.

He got acquainted with the way Elijah's body felt pressed against him, the temperature, texture and taste of his mouth. There was a sort of whole hearted focus in it, that wasn't sloppy or lazy or distracted. Like once he'd committed, and realized that he was enjoying this, he was going to do it completely and right. And once he had that? It was all about his desire to make Elijah focus on him, and doing his best to drive anything else out of Elijah's head.

[manof_myword]

Elijah's head spun a little with the press of Ric closer, mainly because a large part of him couldn't quite believe that this was happening, and it had been...quite some time since he'd taken so much time with something. It was brilliant.

Ric's focus was noted, appreciated, and most certainly returned. Elijah pushed the cave and the day out of his mind and focused solely in on Ric--how he tasted, how he felt, the heat of his body, the places he was hard and softer hollows.

He was hot, so hot against him that Elijah had to moan softly as he reached out for that warmth. His tongue teased over Ric's, learning the taste of him, the things he reacted to. His fingers slipped over his body just as carefully, not groping or grabbing or rushing anything, just slowly stroking with long, broad strokes, learning the lines of his body.

[thisismybar]

Ric was pretty okay with the undeniable evidence that Elijah was definitely, definitely, a man. Not something he usually did, but not something that was really threatening to him, either, and certainly nothing that would throw a wrench in the works. He had found Elijah attractive from pretty much the first instant he'd laid eyes on him, after all.

Ric was a little less sure about the vampire thing, but it was less obvious (to him), in the press of Elijah's body. The strength was there, and Elijah could break his neck with one finger if he really wanted to, but it wasn't like Elijah was trying to tear his throat out. What Elijah was doing felt really, really good, and Ric apparently liked Elijah just fine, vampire or no. So, little bit cautious in fits and starts, but nothing major.

No, the only thing happening here that Ric really couldn't figure out what to do with was Elijah seducing him.

He was sincerely a little perplexed. He kissed Elijah, kept kissing Elijah, even pulled him in when Elijah pressed closer to him and the warmth of his body, stroked his hands over Elijah's back and returned the kiss, but there was this point where he just could not figure out what to do with himself, because he was being turned on and relaxed, at the same time. The sound he made into the kiss, accompanied by his tongue flicking lightly along the roof of Elijah's mouth, was just a little confused.

[manof_myword]

He'd been tense, wary before and Elijah didn't want that--thus the gentle, relaxing touches. He also didn't necessarily want to push too far too fast, even if he was tempted to somehow figure out quickly how to get Ric out of his clothes and stretched out on something comfortable.

The confused sound, though, had him pulling back almost immediately, though only so much that he could speak, lips moving against Ric's.

"Problems?"

[thisismybar]

Ric snorted softly, and with a smile. "Problem...? No.... Reminded of the first time I asked a girl to dance, and couldn't figure out where to put my hands, though. A little." He wasn't uncomfortable, and it wasn't so much of a confession as to make him feel like it was one.

[manof_myword]

Elijah chuckled very softly, his fingers sliding up to brush through Ric's hair. "Ah." He leaned in again and nibbled lightly along Ric's jaw, up to his ear, murmuring a little gruffly. "Put your hands wherever you want to put them..."

[thisismybar]

Ric hissed a quickly indrawn breath through his teeth, tangled one hand in Elijah's hair and splayed the other low across his back. "I wasn't really waiting on permission.... Just trying to figure you out." He tilted his head to the side, a little deliberately exposing his throat, not so much in offer as in refusal to guard it, and took advantage of the new position to be able to nip fairly sharply at the outer edge of Elijah's ear.

[manof_myword]

"Then we're in the same position," Elijah commented against his jaw, shivering a bit at the sharp nip before letting his lips slide slowly down Ric's throat, nibbling and tasting, but not going for the bite....just teasing a little that he might, curious about Ric's reaction.

[thisismybar]

Ric's reaction was his pulse racing, the grip in Elijah's hair twisting and tightening, and his hand on Elijah's back clutching into the fabric. He also tensed just a little, like he was bracing for something. There was some arousal there, sure, but mostly it scared the fuck out of him on a primal level.

And Ric failed to acknowledge it, completely. He trailed the tip of his tongue along Elijah's ear, over the spot he'd nipped and further. "I'd hope so... Two different positions and we'd figure out what awkward really is...."

[manof_myword]

Elijah whimpered a little at the teasing over his ear, his fingers clutching a bit more at Ric's hip. He noticed the fear--it had its own scent and something just as primal picked up in him in response to the fear. He pushed it back, gave a soft chuckle.

"You make a valid point..." Ric might have ignored the fear, but Elijah wasn't going to. He pulled back, fingertips brushing slowly over Ric's skin, down his neck and caught his gaze, and said softly, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do."

Sex and biting might be intimately linked for him, but he could do without them together.

[thisismybar]

Ric breathed through the adrenaline rush and fear, as well as the wave of arousal that swelled in response to Elijah's whimper and the light drag of his fingers over his skin. Shallow, through his mouth, a little deliberate and accompanied by him swallowing against the dryness in his throat. Something flared in his eyes, heated with both desire and... irritation, honestly.

"Did someone imply there was something I didn't want?" It came out a little rough, a little breathless, and with an attempt at levity, but. Nope, this was Ric. He didn't want his fear acknowledged, didn't know how to do less than meet something like that head on, and not back down. He didn't even really know how to let himself be gentled or reassured.

He was, both, but - He shook his head. "I'm fine, Elijah, but us being in the same position might go a little better if that position's not standing up."

[manof_myword]

Elijah didn't push the issue, just gave him a little smile and focused on the arousal more than the irritation.

"Sofa or bed?"

[thisismybar]

"Bed," he said, firmly, "and naked." He was too old for the sofa, by every measure impossible. Ring or no ring, he was middle aged and treated his body like shit. In decent shape, but claiming he wouldn't end up with a back ache was stretching it.

It also made it sound like he was a lot more confident than he was. He took Elijah's hand and headed toward the bedroom, confidently. He snagged the bottle of bourbon on the way. He didn't bring the glasses.

[manof_myword]

Faint surprise flickered at the naked part, half of him having been expecting Ric to pull back, break it off before it got nearly that far. Not that he was complaining, in the least, and he followed Ric to the bedroom.

He reached for the bourbon, setting it on the bedside table when they got there and tugged Ric back to him, kissing him once more, his hands sliding under his t-shirt and pushing it upward. He broke the kiss with a bit of a smirk. "Bed and naked I can do..."