Eliot

[not_a_dove]

Well, that job had gone to shit fast, but it was done. And at least Williams had brought him back his stash from her flat, everything packed away neatly in a guitar case that he was currently hauling back to the safe house Jack was letting him use until he was sure his flat was clear.

Cigarette dangling from his lips, his hair looked wild and he kept finding tiny bits of tempered glass in his pocket. "For fucks sake," he muttered, dusting another bit off him.

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[eliot_thespectacular]

“What about you?” asked Eliot, and reached for a strawberry.

[not_a_dove]

"It's not been a nice week, really. ...I met you though, and I reunited with Jack. That was nice. ...It's lovely," Sam said with a small smile.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Jack, your um..." Ex was not the right word based on what Sam had said before. "The other half of the relationship you describe as more warfare than romance?" Pause. "Wait, is he also... oh my god was that literal?"

[not_a_dove]

"No, no, um... Jack's in a very different line of work. He only learned what I do recently, and I'm honestly not clear on what he gets up to," Sam assured him. "And it's not warfare, he just knows how to wind me up is all. You'd like him. ... Everyone does."

Sam paused, sipping his champagne. "We had a relationship of sorts back in the day, then he, ah, ghosted me. We just happened to run into one another recently and he wanted to make it up to me."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot leaned over Sam to get another bite of the cake. "Well then I'm even more flattered you're here with me," he said. Then picked up the champagne again and teased, "Oh oops, I forgot that we're pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist."

[not_a_dove]

Sam laughed a little, taking another drink.

"Did you have someone special in New York?" He asked after a moment.

[eliot_thespectacular]

The brightness immediately dropped from Eliot's eyes at the question. "Oh, ah... no," he said, and took another drink of the champagne.

[not_a_dove]

"Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have asked that," Sam apologized, glancing away. "You just seem like the kind of guy who's always got someone. Or, you know, a bunch of admirers."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot hadn't even been thinking of that kind of someone when Sam had asked the question. He'd been thinking Margo.

"It's okay," he said with a little smile. "I just came here to start over. And... I do okay. I mean hell, I just told you I fucked a priest. Also a rock star. But nothing serious."

[not_a_dove]

"What rock star?" Sam asked, hoping to lighten the mood again. "Unless you're not allowed to tell me. Maybe it's a big secret?" He teased.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot thought about this for a moment and then decided that Nyx would definitely not care. "Nyx," he said. "He's a good friend actually... really great guy." And no need to mention that he was also his boss.

[not_a_dove]

"I don't think I know them, are they new?" Sam asked, a bit out of touch with current trends after his time away from London.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot quirked a smile. “Ish? I think he blew up a couple of years ago. Famous enough that hanging out with him requires dodging paparazzi.”

[not_a_dove]

That sounded like hell, to be honest, but Sam smiled anyway.

"You sound like you like that," he teased. "Have an itch for fame, Eliot?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot's mind flashed to himself sitting on a throne.

And then to Nyx flying through the air and landing on the pavement while cameras flashed.

"Oh, I did once maybe," he said. "But I think it's not all it's cracked up to be." He wondered how Nyx was doing. Maybe he'd call him tomorrow.

[not_a_dove]

"I could see you on magazine covers," Sam said. "Glossy photoshoots, dressed in expensive clothes."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Yeah?" Eliot smiled. "I do look very good in expensive clothes." He found himself wanting to tell Sam about the clothes in Fillory. Show him his crown someday...

[not_a_dove]

"You look loveliest in nothing at all," Sam grinned, leaning in and stealing a little kiss, licking the chocolate from the corner of Eliot's lips.

[eliot_thespectacular]

This bit of charm inspired a completely goofy grin on Eliot's face, and he leaned over him to kiss him more purposefully.

[not_a_dove]

Sam was usually so good at keeping his distance when he was having flings. Just sex, in and out- And yet he was getting worse at it every day. With Eliot, with Jack... With anyone who seemed to warm to him. For the first time in his life he just couldn't stand to be lonely. Couldn't keep those walls up. Friends, lovers... Whatever the fuck Williams was- They were creeping closer and closer into his life, and he was just letting them in.

Maybe he really was starting to feel death breathing down his neck. He wanted to know someone would miss him one day. Wanted to find things to live for.

"Do you want to fuck me, Eliot?" he asked quietly, cupping Eliot's face in one hand and smoothing his thumb over the other man's cheek. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot meanwhile was also feeling this swell of emotion that he realized was just... feeling not lonely?

"Oh right now I think I would very much like to fuck you," he said, a little breathy. Actually either sounded very good right now (and last time Sam's cock had felt amazing), but he did also think that Sam should be careful given his injuries to not over-exert himself.

[not_a_dove]

"Good, because I want that too," Sam said, moving his lips to Eliot's neck, leaving a trail of kisses on soft skin as he slid his hand under the other man's shirt and let himself just enjoy the raw intimacy of the moment.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot's eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft breath. One hand came up to tangle in Sam's hair at the nape of his neck, and the other slid underneath Sam's shirt as well, fingers dragging across his stomach and then dipping under the waistband of his trousers.

[not_a_dove]

Smiling against skin, Sam nipped at Eliot's neck lightly, just enough to be felt.

"Want you," he whispered against the shell of Eliot's ear. "I want you, Eliot."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot made a little choked sound of pleasure at the nip to his neck, and pushed back a flash of memory of Astarion.

"I want you too," he said breathlessly, and his fingers fumbled at the fastenings on Sam's trousers.