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]

"Nothing's wrong," Elijah said quietly, rolling back to his side to face Ric, reaching out to brush his fingers through Ric's hair, down his cheek. "You're just...testing the limits of my self control right now. And I made you a promise."

Not to do anything Ric didn't want him to do.

"I'm blaming the emotions of the day. Normally...I'm better at not pushing that line."

Ric could either feel flattered or concerned, but Elijah didn't pull any farther away, kept touching him. "Just give me a second to settle a bit."

[thisismybar]

"You scare the crap out of me," he admitted, which was damn rare for Ric. "But I don't know what I want, anymore." That was even more rare.

Maybe he could blame the emotions of the day, too. He was working toward settling again, though, breath starting to even out and pulse come back out of the rapid-fire staccato of just minutes before.

[manof_myword]

"I'm trying to not scare you," Elijah said, soft but wry. He kept up the soft touches running down over Ric's hair and cheek. "What are you conflicted about wanting?"

Because maybe if they could talk about it directly, they could both settle a bit more.

[thisismybar]

Ric closed his eyes under the light touches, shivering just a little. "Being scared," he said, without opening his eyes but with a smile. "What scared me was what turned me on, Elijah...."

[manof_myword]

"Ah..." He wasn't sure if that meant that he should keep it up or not and thought, maybe, Ric needed to figure that out before Elijah pushed him toward anything else.

Even so, he found himself shifting a little closer, fingers tracing to the back of Ric's neck. "That's a little different, then..."

[thisismybar]

Ric tilted his head down, enjoying the light touch, and wrapped back around Elijah, just more loosely. "New meaning for calling someone an adrenaline junkie, I suppose..." He wasn't analyzing all that hard. He was steadying again and if Elijah wasn't upset, then Ric was fine.

[manof_myword]

Elijah was far from upset--just ready to pounce in ways that made him a little uncomfortable simply because he wasn't used to feeling the urge quite so strongly. Not in years, at least. He leaned in and teased a kiss over Ric's lips.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it, if it works for you."

[thisismybar]

"I haven't decided if it works for me or not, but you're proving better at it than I might have expected...." At working for him, he meant, though there were connotations there that were HYSTERICAL, thanks to the phrasing.

[manof_myword]

Elijah huffed a laugh and pulled back, giving him a mock-affronted look. "Is this back to your assumptions about my sexuality?"

[thisismybar]

Ric snorted and smiled in return. "It might be...." It wasn't. It was assumptions about his sexuality, but he wasn't sure he wanted to admit that. He was debating. Outside the heat of the moment it was, at least, possible.

[manof_myword]

Elijah shook his head a little and brushed a kiss over his lips. "We'll sort it out," he murmured, maybe to the conflict he felt under Ric's skin.

[thisismybar]

Ric was a little surprised at first, but that quickly faded into a smile and he turned to curl back against Elijah more properly. "We will," he agreed. "And have fun in doing it." He was tired, but it was a good tired. Better than he'd had, in ages.

[manof_myword]

"Quite a bit of it, I imagine." Elijah had managed to pull himself back together. If he avoided Ric's neck and nuzzling, it just seemed wise. He did settle against him more closely again, and brushed a kiss over his temple. "You should sleep, now."

[thisismybar]

"Yes," he agreed, with a soft sigh. He tangled up close to Elijah, closed his eyes and, considering there was a vampire in his bed who supposedly scared him, fell asleep very easily.

[manof_myword]

Elijah took the snuggling m as a sign that Ric wanted him to stay, which, admittedly, surprised him. He wasn't adverse to the idea, though, so he settled more comfortably next to him, around him. He hadn't slept like this in forever, didn't really expect to sleep, honestly, but the warmth of Ric's body and the rhythm of his breath and heart were soothing, and soon he was gone, as well.