Rory was quiet. Rory quiet was never a good sign. Gio told you it would be good… Gio wouldn’t lie. Gio wouldn’t lie to you… Eisen thought desperately as his brain finally caught up and realized that oh my god I just told Rory I was in love with him, what if he doesn’t react well? The waiting was excruciatingly terrifying, and Eisen realized exactly how much he’d meant what he’d said. If Rory’s reaction wasn’t positive, Eisen would be crushed. Devastated. I’m in love with you, he told Rory once again in his mind. Please say something. Please… he begged.
The reaction that Rory did give, however, was so much better than any words he could have said. Rory’s lips touched his and… that was it. The rest of the world seemed a million miles away and all Eisen could think of was the way those lips felt against his. His heart was still jackhammering away at top speed in his chest and as Rory’s arm slid around his back, Eisen realized that this… wasn’t the best place for them to be.
Eisen, with swiftness he didn’t even realize he had, slid his hand beneath Rory’s legs and lifted him up, standing from the couch. This wasn’t the first time that Eisen had carried Rory. It had been a little while, but it definitely wasn’t the first time. He didn’t need to look up, the route to his bedroom had been walked a million times – something that shouldn’t have been surprising given Eisen’s love affair with sleep – and he’d never been more grateful than he was right then for that fact. The way he was holding Rory offered him the opportunity to kiss him still as they made the trek down the hallway (which oddly, until then, had never actually seemed this long). His bedroom door, which had been left ajar as it always was, was easily kicked open and then kicked closed again.
Eisen walked over to the bed, only breaking the contact long enough to lay Rory down on the bed and lay down beside him.