"What are you doing?"
Eli moved towards the fridge with no response, opening and closing it for what had to be the ten hundredth time. You were trying to put away all the food you had bought while out, but Eli was being no help whatsoever, moving away every time you got close, leaving his attempts to assist endearing, but still causing you to eventually call him off the job. Even with all of the cute, subtle advances he made while out, once you were actually alone he was a nervous wreck, busying himself with any and everything to avoid a direct encounter.
"You're going to make me dizzy." You say, only half joking.
"Sorry."
This however did not stop him from trying to sidestep as you moved around the kitchen as well, all the snacks in your grasp falling to the floor when he bumped into you in the small space.
"Eli?" You grabbed the collar of his shirt rougher than you meant as you repeated yourself, trying to catch his eyes before he could bend down and pick up the food. "Did you do that on purpose?"
You stared at Eli now inches away from the wall, first at his hands clutching the rim of the counter to steady from the sudden movement, then to Eli's stretched-out button shirt, pulled down seemingly to cover as much of his sweats as possible.
Or rather the clear arousal that the cloth only made more visible.
His eyes had gone wide at your sudden roughness, a small noise escaping his mouth at the tightness of the shirt around his neck.
"It was an accident." Eli replied as quickly as his body would allow, eyes flickering across your expression quickly in embarrassment. "I'll pick them up."
But he didn't move just yet, and you knew it wasn't just because your hand was still on his collar. He stayed fixated on you, pushing the hair out of his dark eyes with a flick of his finger and then darting his tongue out to wet his lips.
"Are you sure?"
Eli tightened his grip on the counter as if the pressure would give him the strength to decide whether or not he should explain the reason for his sudden clumsiness.
"Y/n..."
"Yes?" You probed, waiting for him to go on.
Eli was quiet with an intake of breath and a look your way, watching as your hand went up to caress his cheek, then drawing lines connecting beauty mark to beauty mark.
Another breath was released before Eli spoke again.
"Y/n..." He muttered, pushing his head against your hand suddenly as if in a trance, giving up on staying quiet and forming his mouth into a tiny pout. "Can you touch me?"
Something about the way he said it sounded so different from anything he requested before, and it was enough to make you want to do just that, and a whole lot more.
"I am." You replied simply, trying to remain calm and continuing your journey across his reddening face.
Eli shook his head tentatively. "Not just there."
"Tell me where Eli."
You already knew what he, and you yourself, wanted, but watching his hand take yours and drag it along his body felt so much better than giving in.
"Here, and here." Eli whispered, using your hand to touch himself. "Please y/n."
Eli's needy eyes fluttered as you finally took control, giving him a new reason to have a knuckle white grip on the counter while the space between him and the wall closed with a thump and a kiss.
