Eliot's eyes darkened with want, no need, as his eyes zeroed in on where Quentins lower lip was caught by his teeth. Q was literally killing him. He knew this was a bad idea. That they should talk about it first, but the tension between them felt ready to snap.
And then Q said his name. It was loaded with so much unsaid between them, and Eliot's willpower snapped. His hand slid around to grip the back of Quentin's neck, unconsciously mirroring the other magicians grip on him, and then closed the gap between them. He briefly captured Q's lips in a gentle but firm kiss.
Reluctantly, Eliot pulled back, eyes searching Q's face for his reaction. He had no idea if anything had changed while he was the Monster. But, he needed to see.
"Hi." He smiled, hating feeling unsure and vulnerable. But, Q had always made him feel that way. Scared of rejection in a way he hadn't felt since he left home and reinvented himself.