who: Kylo Ren & HIS Eliot Waugh when: Saturday, July 28 where: Eliot & Kylo's room at the Physical Cottage What: Sometimes, things shift. warnings: Fluff. status: COMPLETE.
"Did you bring the cocktail?"
As promised, Kylo had dressed for the occasion, or rather undressed for it, pulling off his shirt, and dressing down to a dark pair of pajama pants that hung low on his hips. The week had been emotionally fraught, and there was still a part of Kylo that was anxious about what he'd revealed regarding Fen, although he didn't believe he needed to be. He trusted Eliot to tell him what he felt. Honestly - he trusted Eliot.
He'd heard the door open and closed, and could feel Eliot, so he stepped out of the bathroom, towards the door frame where he lingered, his gaze seeking out his lovers, reaching into the Force for moods, and emotions, and making certain that truly they were okay.
Eliot had, in fact, brought the cocktail.
The prior week had been one that Eliot had always known was a possibility with the way Tumbleweed operated, though it had been one he'd hoped he'd never have to see. He wanted Han Solo to remain in their company for however long it was that they were granted this opportunity in life. And, yet, his departure had been a clear reminder that time was never a guarantee here. And while Han was a reminder not to waste time, Damon had been a reminder that there was no one who was impervious. Anyone could come and go at any time.
It was a difficult week.
He'd stepped into the room, with the cocktail upon a hand tray, and his eyes caught sight of his lover. There was an intake of breath. He never tired of seeing the man in any state of dress but the way he looked with his pajama bottoms hugging loosely around his hips was a favored sight. He set the tray down upon their bedside table and picked up the stem of the glass, approaching with it in hand to hold out for Kylo to take hold of.
There was a mix of emotions lingering inside of Eliot. Worry, for each and every one of his loved ones for an array of reasons. Uncertainty, for he had proposed a shift in the established current dynamic. And there was hope, because he believed the shift would work to bringing them all towards the better. But these lingering emotions were pressed further back, with the ever present love being more at the foreground coupled with an increasing desire for him. "And here I was worried you were going to be cold," he teased, eyes flickering downward at the pajama bottoms, before back up to him, smirk quite present as he did so.
Kylo reached for the cocktail, but before he took a sip of it, he leaned forward to press a kiss to Eliot's lips. There was a mild awareness of the fact that another Eliot might be a bit disconcerting to the man in front of him, certainly another Kylo would have been disconcerting to him, but it had been pushed to the side in favor of the more immediately important conversations. The conversations that had regarded Eliot and Kylo and Fen, and the relationship the three of them were forging - and what the texture of that relationship might be. His free hand reached up to slide against Eliot's neck as he kissed him and then drew back slightly.
"Are you saying I don't look cold?' Kylo teased, a shameless opportunity for a compliment to be delivered. And he did take a sip of the cocktail now, although he maybe didn't need it as much as he had a few moments prior.
With the cocktail released from his grip, Eliot let his hand drop down by their sides, resting against Kylo's hip. His eyes momentarily closed as he leaned into the kiss, fingers pressing pressing against the spot above the waistline of his pants. He had an almost dazed expression when Kylo pulled back and he opened his eyes to look ahead at his lover.
There was a flicker of amusement that crossed over his expression at the hint for a compliment, but he wasn't going to deny speaking a truth to him, "You are always hot," he reminded him. He took a step back, to give him space and time to savor his drink, and while he did so his finger tips moved up to his vest to begin unbuttoning from the top. He raised an eyebrow in Kylo's direction with a hope that what he'd brought was satisfactory.
Kylo enjoyed the sip, and brought it down. It was perfect, but then again, no-one could do a cocktail like Eliot. Well. Maybe other Eliot, but Kylo wasn't going to ask him to do one.
"You might be biased," he told Eliot lightly, both an acceptance of and dismissal of the compliment at the same time, but his focus was on Eliot's fingers, unbuttoning his shirt, and he took another sip of the drink, waiting until the shirt was nearly unbuttoned before he sat the drink to the side, and stepped forward to pull on the edge of the shirt, so that it could be free of the trousers, and so he could slide his own fingers against Eliot's hips, claim, and possession, and reassurance that whatever they might shift, this wasn't going to.
"I'm permitted bias for select individuals," he retorted, with his eyes having dropped down to look upon a button that was being far more stubborn than he'd have liked. He had it in his mind that he would take his time with the garments, with extra care, in order to delay and tease his lover for a brief span. Only, he heard the glass set down on the surface and glanced up just in time for Kylo to be in front of him, hands pulling his shirt free.
He only remained standing idle for a brief moment, which was spent with a hitched breath that ended with a moan as Kylo's fingers gripped at his hips, before his hands moved back to the button of his shirt. He did not linger now and once it was free, he slipped it off and let it fall to the floor.
He leaned forward and caught Kylo's lips, a hand sliding up into the man's hair. The reassurance was welcome and received.
In theory there were other things that could be talked about, and maybe even should be. Despite the depth they'd gone into over the network, they had not solved everything, but Kylo didn't much care about it right now, instead his focus was on the man in front of him and he wanted that focus to stay there. So he pulled him nearer, and sought out the now familiar contours of his body. Eliot offered a security that Kylo hadn't realized he longed for. And despite the insecurity of this place, and the reminders that said insecurity existed, he felt that certainly of belonging in this place right now in the same way he always did with Eliot.
"I love you," he murmured against Eliot's lips, pulling back only enough to speak the words so they could be heard.
Eliot was aware that they'd not succeeded in solving everything, but he did feel as though they'd constructed the beginnings of a road map. Thus, an interlude to the serious conversations they'd been having over the way they were discussing shifting their relationship not only together but with Fen felt almost earned. He was optimistic that any shift would eventually be for the better even if it be potentially difficult in the beginning. He just knew that he wanted to be in a position where neither his lover nor his wife doubted their significance and felt completely loved by him. And the fact that Kylo was considering a shared commitment to Fen only increased Eliot's optimism.
He'd turned all of that out of his mind as he focused on the present and the comfort of Kylo's presence. This was where he always wanted to be. With the words spoken, and their kiss broken, Eliot tipped his head forward to rest against Kylo's, exhaling. He never tired of those words. He knew he never would. He wanted to hear them everyday for the remainder of his life in this universe.
And where he'd normally repeat them back to his lover, and where he'd intended to, instead he breathed out, "Marry me."
Kylo's breath caught, as the words seemed to ring for a moment, the question of whether he'd heard what he thought he just heard spinning in the skipped heart-beat that punctuated the statement Eliot had just made. A statement not a question really because could there be any answer other than the one Kylo was going to give? His fingers tightened slightly around Eliot's skin, and he pulled back enough to look into Eliot's eyes, his fingers sliding away from Eliot's waist to instead come up and slide up against his cheeks instead, gentle and soft in their touch.
For another heartbeat Kylo didn't feel like he could find the words without all the emotion that was swirling within him pouring out and threatening to drown them in the moment, but then he pulled in a breath and his gaze was soft as it lingered on Eliot's face.