[It was a complicated question, do you like him. Because the answer was yes, but it was yes for all of K's boys, or else Elijah wouldn't have fallen in with them in the first place. But he knew that he meant more than that, he meant- for real. And that wasn't as simple. On the one hand, yes, he liked Skov far more than he did most people. Especially when it was like this, bruises on his skin. He got under his skin, and he wouldn't be against the idea of making out- Skov was cute but messy, which had a certain charm.
But he wasn't who Elijah liked the most, despite that. That was Kavinsky, because of course it was. And Proko was the one that came the closest for him, if it was going to be anyone else. But, Elijah couldn't imagine hitting either of them, fighting with them like he did with Skov. If K pinned him to the ground-- Eli quite suddenly doesn't quite know where he'd been intending to go with that line of thought, because the image is stupidly hot and it derails whatever he'd been trying to figure out.]
I mean, yeah. But.. well, I don't like him, like him.
[He liked Skov enough to flirt with him, but not enough to ache for the stupid shit. Like riding passenger in his car late some night when he couldn't sleep, or stupid dates, or to admit that he wanted him like he'd never wanted someone else; even if it was terrifying.
He smiles when K says that he wont let anyone hurt him. It was strange, in a way, because for so long Eli's always been the person that protected others. So that promise was... different. It meant something, even if he didn't have the words to say it. Instead he laughs softly at the question that follows, leaning up against Kavinsky so they're almost eye-to-eye, almost close enough to kiss.
But instead, Elijah just trails one of his hands up so he can slide fingers against the side of his neck, cupping against the line of his jaw in a tender sort of caress. It feels reckless, impossible, but he can't help himself. Maybe it's that he's still a little loopy from the bruises on his skin, the impact and the feel of it. From Kavinsky just- being here.]
Doesn't everyone?
[It's raw and overly honest, even if he doesn't spell it out, doesn't say I think you're hot or I want you, it's in the tone, the way that he looks at him, but still leans into his touch.]
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But he wasn't who Elijah liked the most, despite that. That was Kavinsky, because of course it was. And Proko was the one that came the closest for him, if it was going to be anyone else. But, Elijah couldn't imagine hitting either of them, fighting with them like he did with Skov. If K pinned him to the ground-- Eli quite suddenly doesn't quite know where he'd been intending to go with that line of thought, because the image is stupidly hot and it derails whatever he'd been trying to figure out.]
I mean, yeah. But.. well, I don't like him, like him.
[He liked Skov enough to flirt with him, but not enough to ache for the stupid shit. Like riding passenger in his car late some night when he couldn't sleep, or stupid dates, or to admit that he wanted him like he'd never wanted someone else; even if it was terrifying.
He smiles when K says that he wont let anyone hurt him. It was strange, in a way, because for so long Eli's always been the person that protected others. So that promise was... different. It meant something, even if he didn't have the words to say it. Instead he laughs softly at the question that follows, leaning up against Kavinsky so they're almost eye-to-eye, almost close enough to kiss.
But instead, Elijah just trails one of his hands up so he can slide fingers against the side of his neck, cupping against the line of his jaw in a tender sort of caress. It feels reckless, impossible, but he can't help himself. Maybe it's that he's still a little loopy from the bruises on his skin, the impact and the feel of it. From Kavinsky just- being here.]
Doesn't everyone?
[It's raw and overly honest, even if he doesn't spell it out, doesn't say I think you're hot or I want you, it's in the tone, the way that he looks at him, but still leans into his touch.]