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| Entry tags: | ! dice plot, !complete, !log, !net, eliot waugh (mixologistking), quentin coldwater (cinnamonrollq) |
Eliot
Quentin
An evening in with words spoken from the heart
September 29th | Their apartment | NoneQuentin thought his second interview went very well. The fact that the meeting had ended with a discussion about potential salary left him confident that he had a good shot at getting hired. On the one hand, he was eager to tell his boy all about it, but he didn't want to jinx it on the other. He could just leave it with how well it went.
On his way home he stopped by the diner and picked up dinner for them then made a portal to get him from the diner to the apartment so their milkshakes didn't have time to melt too much. He walked in the door and called out as he walked over to set the bags and drinks down on the table.. "I'm home. Better hurry and get to the dining room or your shake's gonna be soup!"
Eliot finished putting away the laundry and was in his closet admiring the two vests Quentin had bought him when the man came home. He'd not had a chance to wear the mesh one yet, but was looking forward to a night out when he could. The black and blue one was so sharp, so fashionable that he'd live in it if he could. He reminded himself to ask where they'd been bought so he could buy more. At least one or two. That also brought up the fact that he needed to find a job. Quentin hadn't seemed opposed to the idea when they'd talked about it. It would be nice to stay home, be pampered and have his only care to be taking care of and serving Sir, but that wasn't really realistic, was it?
He left the room and went out to the living room where he found Quentin at the dining room table. He knelt before him and waited for permission to stand before he did so. "May I have permission to eat, Sir?" t the okay he picked up the shake and took a long drink. It was cute that Quentin had got them shakes with their dinner. "Yum," he smiled then stepped closer to Quentin and kissed him. "Even better," he smiled. "Are we eating at the table or would you like me to get the trays and we can sit on the couch?"
As always, Quentin took a moment to just admire how beautiful his boy looked on his knees before acknowledging him and letting him get up again. The addition of his collar made it that much better in his eyes, and he knew how happy it made Eliot.
He nodded at the request to eat then watched him enjoy the first sip of shake. He'd gotten him his favorite of course and he smiled. "I think we should eat in here. And after we can go cuddle on the couch and I will tell you about my interview. But first, I want to hear how your day went." Yes he was stalling. sue him.
Since getting his collar there were times Eliot could feel Quentin's gaze on his neck. It always made him straighten up a bit more and maybe bare his neck more. Of course he found himself looking at the beautiful leather collar often. There weren't enough words to express how proud and loved he felt since the moment Quentin fastened it around his neck.
He sat down and took the food out of the bag, making sure Quentin got his first, then opened his own and took a bite of his burger. "My day was kinda boring. I cleaned and did the laundry. I did some job searching as well. I still have no idea what I want to do." It was frustrating. It wasn't like he could commute to a big city where there would be more job opportunities. "I'll figure something out though." Two incomes were needed no matter where they were.
Every time Eliot straightened up a bit, Quentin wondered how he would take to one of those more strict posture collars. Not for every day, just for some times at home when he wanted him to look extra pretty. He'd have to bring that up at some point.
He ate a few bites of his food and listened while Eliot talked about his day. He frowned slightly at the job hunting story. He really didn't want him to work but there was simply no way around it. "Depending on which job I end up getting, you might be able to only work part time." It sounded like a good compromise all things considered. That was also all he was going to say about his job interviews while they were having dinner.
As they ate he talked about what they might want to do for a Halloween party, and should they have two costumes? One for the party and one for the actual night? Should they get candies and prepare for trick or treaters? He hadn't really thought about that when he was thinking about costume ideas. They would definitely need family friendly costumes if they did hand out candy.
Once they finished eating he tossed his trash then walked over to kick his shoes off then sat on the couch and waited for Eliot to join him.
It should have bothered Eliot more than it did that Quentin didn't want him to work if not possible. Even though he would...He paused and made a face at the thought that rushed into his head, then shook it slightly as if to clear his thoughts. "I think if I work part time or full time will depend on what kind of job I can find. I want to help out with things, Sir." In theory staying home, taking care of their home and being Quentin's pampered boy was very appealing, but he needed to help out with things.
A smile came to his face as they began talking about the Halloween party and the holiday in general. "I wonder if there are enough kids here for trick or treating." Costumes. Another topic that had him smiling again. "I'm still thinking on costume ideas, but the loincloth one is still my favorite one so far."
Eliot cocked his head to the side watching Quentin. He cleaned up his own area then walked over to the couch. He took off his shoes and sat them off to the side then curled up to Quentin, pulling the throw off the back of the couch to put over them.
Quentin knew as much as they might like the idea of it, in practice Eliot would probably get way too bored being a pampered boy. "I'm sure you will find something that works for you soon. All kinds of places are hiring I think." The idea of Eliot in a loincloth...well that definitely had its benefits. "I haven't seen many kids so that might not be an issue at all."
Once they were settled on the couch Quentin shifted to get his arms around his boy and then kissed the top of his head. He brought his hand up so that he could comb his fingers through Eliot's curls while he talked. "SO I promised to tell you about my second interview at the school today." He glanced down to see his boy's face as he continued. "Today they asked me a bit more about my qualifications, which all things considered they really just have to take my word for it. They don't really need someone who is focused on Literature, but I have enough history credits to be able to teach that for half the day and then general English/Language Arts the other half of the day. I'm not entirely sure how much I will enjoy teaching history, but they have a very good curriculum already in place for me to follow while I get the hang of it."
Eliot's eyes closed as strong fingers brushed through his hair. He loved when Quentin did that. Opening his eyes he met the other's gaze as he began to share how his interview went. "Are you not happy about it? Do you want to do something else other than that particular teaching position?"
Because something was off. Eliot could feel it in his heart, his bones. He pulled back and looked into his eyes. "What's wrong? Something is off. Want to talk to me about it?"
His boy was very sensitive to his moods. Usually that was a good thing, sometimes it made it hard to hide things he might want to keep to himself. He sighed softly and shook his head. "You know me very well, Eliot. I kinda love that about you." He smiled reassuringly then leaned down for a quick kiss.
"Nothing is wrong exactly, it's just not perfect. I do want this teaching position, I just hoped for keep my focus on ELA instead of splitting it. But the pay and benefits will make up for the having to teach history for a few hours every day." He really did want that job. He'd always thought he would eventually be a teacher. Sure he had thought he would end up teaching at Brakebills, but that was just not an option there. "I promise, I will be happy with that teaching position."
"Of course I do. You're my heart, part of me." He couldn't exactly explain it, that feeling, that connection, but felt it deeply. He understood Quentin's disappointment. The sad reality was that there wasn't a lot of opportunity there. "I'm sorry it's not the position you thought it would be, but you'll be amazing no matter what." And he truly believed that.
"There's something else though. I feel it, Q. It's more than just the job." No matter what he couldn't shake the feeling. "Are you going to tell me?" Maybe he was feeling homesick. Maybe something had happened or someone had said something. Quentin was such a sensitive soul and often took everything right to his heart.
Those words hit Quentin hard, but in the very best way possible and he couldn't have stopped his smile if he tried. He had never honestly doubted that Eliot loved him, or that the man was committed to him even before he gave him his collar. But he hadn't been sure until just then that Eliot felt the same connection that he did. He was Quentin's other half, and he always would be.
"Oh my darling boy, how could there be anything else when I know that I have your heart?" He brought his hand up to tilt Eliot's head up a bit. "As long as I have you, I have everything. Always remember that."
Eliot didn't know what Quentin would say. There were times he retreated to his own world and kept things to himself. What he felt wasn't some bad vibe, but it was something. So he was a little surprised when his chin was tilted. Such sweet words, so deep and emotion filled.
"You will always have me." Those words brought on that strange off feeling, but he chalked it up to the fact that he didn't do well with emotions. None the less he meant it. Eliot moved to slip his arms around Quentin then laid on his chest. "You're too good for me, Sir."
Quentin just nodded at the words. He was just a bit too full of emotion to speak at the moment and he shifted his hold on Eliot a bit. "I know, darling. And you will always have me and I will always take the best care of you that I possibly can." Which he always hoped would match up to what Eliot deserved, but well....life didn't always work out the way one wanted it to.
He kissed Eliot's temple then moved his hand up to comb through his curls again. "I think I just want to hold you like this all night. How's that sound?"
Those words rolled over Eliot like a nice warm blanket fresh out of the dryer that made you feel like all was well if only for the moment. "I know and you do, Sir. You take such good care of me. I'm a very lucky boy." Probably more than he even knew.
"I love when you run your fingers through my hair." It was soothing and calming. "I think that would be perfect, Sir." It was perfect. Quentin holding him, keeping him safe, loving him, accepting all of him in his loving embrace. And deep down that's all Eliot had ever wanted. Someone to love him for who he was, flaws and all, someone to protect and keep him safe, someone to tell him that it was okay to be himself. "I love you." He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to Quentin's jaw. Thank you, he said inside his head.
Quentin thought they were both lucky to have found each other when they did. It seemed to him that they were both in the right headspace for the start of a relationship. How? He didn't know that part, and it worried him a little bit. But he didn't dwell on that worry because they worked. He loved his boy and his boy loved him.
He smiled and scratched at the man's scalp gently. "Oh yeah? I like it too." It was just a little thing and he knew how it reminded Eliot how much he was loved. And he was so very loved, exactly the way he was. Even the parts that some people might not approve of. "I love you too, my darling boy." He smiled at the little kiss then reached up to tilt his head up again to give him a gentle kiss to his lips before he shifted so they were settled against each other again, his boy securely held in his arms.
On his way home he stopped by the diner and picked up dinner for them then made a portal to get him from the diner to the apartment so their milkshakes didn't have time to melt too much. He walked in the door and called out as he walked over to set the bags and drinks down on the table.. "I'm home. Better hurry and get to the dining room or your shake's gonna be soup!"
Eliot finished putting away the laundry and was in his closet admiring the two vests Quentin had bought him when the man came home. He'd not had a chance to wear the mesh one yet, but was looking forward to a night out when he could. The black and blue one was so sharp, so fashionable that he'd live in it if he could. He reminded himself to ask where they'd been bought so he could buy more. At least one or two. That also brought up the fact that he needed to find a job. Quentin hadn't seemed opposed to the idea when they'd talked about it. It would be nice to stay home, be pampered and have his only care to be taking care of and serving Sir, but that wasn't really realistic, was it?
He left the room and went out to the living room where he found Quentin at the dining room table. He knelt before him and waited for permission to stand before he did so. "May I have permission to eat, Sir?" t the okay he picked up the shake and took a long drink. It was cute that Quentin had got them shakes with their dinner. "Yum," he smiled then stepped closer to Quentin and kissed him. "Even better," he smiled. "Are we eating at the table or would you like me to get the trays and we can sit on the couch?"
As always, Quentin took a moment to just admire how beautiful his boy looked on his knees before acknowledging him and letting him get up again. The addition of his collar made it that much better in his eyes, and he knew how happy it made Eliot.
He nodded at the request to eat then watched him enjoy the first sip of shake. He'd gotten him his favorite of course and he smiled. "I think we should eat in here. And after we can go cuddle on the couch and I will tell you about my interview. But first, I want to hear how your day went." Yes he was stalling. sue him.
Since getting his collar there were times Eliot could feel Quentin's gaze on his neck. It always made him straighten up a bit more and maybe bare his neck more. Of course he found himself looking at the beautiful leather collar often. There weren't enough words to express how proud and loved he felt since the moment Quentin fastened it around his neck.
He sat down and took the food out of the bag, making sure Quentin got his first, then opened his own and took a bite of his burger. "My day was kinda boring. I cleaned and did the laundry. I did some job searching as well. I still have no idea what I want to do." It was frustrating. It wasn't like he could commute to a big city where there would be more job opportunities. "I'll figure something out though." Two incomes were needed no matter where they were.
Every time Eliot straightened up a bit, Quentin wondered how he would take to one of those more strict posture collars. Not for every day, just for some times at home when he wanted him to look extra pretty. He'd have to bring that up at some point.
He ate a few bites of his food and listened while Eliot talked about his day. He frowned slightly at the job hunting story. He really didn't want him to work but there was simply no way around it. "Depending on which job I end up getting, you might be able to only work part time." It sounded like a good compromise all things considered. That was also all he was going to say about his job interviews while they were having dinner.
As they ate he talked about what they might want to do for a Halloween party, and should they have two costumes? One for the party and one for the actual night? Should they get candies and prepare for trick or treaters? He hadn't really thought about that when he was thinking about costume ideas. They would definitely need family friendly costumes if they did hand out candy.
Once they finished eating he tossed his trash then walked over to kick his shoes off then sat on the couch and waited for Eliot to join him.
It should have bothered Eliot more than it did that Quentin didn't want him to work if not possible. Even though he would...He paused and made a face at the thought that rushed into his head, then shook it slightly as if to clear his thoughts. "I think if I work part time or full time will depend on what kind of job I can find. I want to help out with things, Sir." In theory staying home, taking care of their home and being Quentin's pampered boy was very appealing, but he needed to help out with things.
A smile came to his face as they began talking about the Halloween party and the holiday in general. "I wonder if there are enough kids here for trick or treating." Costumes. Another topic that had him smiling again. "I'm still thinking on costume ideas, but the loincloth one is still my favorite one so far."
Eliot cocked his head to the side watching Quentin. He cleaned up his own area then walked over to the couch. He took off his shoes and sat them off to the side then curled up to Quentin, pulling the throw off the back of the couch to put over them.
Quentin knew as much as they might like the idea of it, in practice Eliot would probably get way too bored being a pampered boy. "I'm sure you will find something that works for you soon. All kinds of places are hiring I think." The idea of Eliot in a loincloth...well that definitely had its benefits. "I haven't seen many kids so that might not be an issue at all."
Once they were settled on the couch Quentin shifted to get his arms around his boy and then kissed the top of his head. He brought his hand up so that he could comb his fingers through Eliot's curls while he talked. "SO I promised to tell you about my second interview at the school today." He glanced down to see his boy's face as he continued. "Today they asked me a bit more about my qualifications, which all things considered they really just have to take my word for it. They don't really need someone who is focused on Literature, but I have enough history credits to be able to teach that for half the day and then general English/Language Arts the other half of the day. I'm not entirely sure how much I will enjoy teaching history, but they have a very good curriculum already in place for me to follow while I get the hang of it."
Eliot's eyes closed as strong fingers brushed through his hair. He loved when Quentin did that. Opening his eyes he met the other's gaze as he began to share how his interview went. "Are you not happy about it? Do you want to do something else other than that particular teaching position?"
Because something was off. Eliot could feel it in his heart, his bones. He pulled back and looked into his eyes. "What's wrong? Something is off. Want to talk to me about it?"
His boy was very sensitive to his moods. Usually that was a good thing, sometimes it made it hard to hide things he might want to keep to himself. He sighed softly and shook his head. "You know me very well, Eliot. I kinda love that about you." He smiled reassuringly then leaned down for a quick kiss.
"Nothing is wrong exactly, it's just not perfect. I do want this teaching position, I just hoped for keep my focus on ELA instead of splitting it. But the pay and benefits will make up for the having to teach history for a few hours every day." He really did want that job. He'd always thought he would eventually be a teacher. Sure he had thought he would end up teaching at Brakebills, but that was just not an option there. "I promise, I will be happy with that teaching position."
"Of course I do. You're my heart, part of me." He couldn't exactly explain it, that feeling, that connection, but felt it deeply. He understood Quentin's disappointment. The sad reality was that there wasn't a lot of opportunity there. "I'm sorry it's not the position you thought it would be, but you'll be amazing no matter what." And he truly believed that.
"There's something else though. I feel it, Q. It's more than just the job." No matter what he couldn't shake the feeling. "Are you going to tell me?" Maybe he was feeling homesick. Maybe something had happened or someone had said something. Quentin was such a sensitive soul and often took everything right to his heart.
Those words hit Quentin hard, but in the very best way possible and he couldn't have stopped his smile if he tried. He had never honestly doubted that Eliot loved him, or that the man was committed to him even before he gave him his collar. But he hadn't been sure until just then that Eliot felt the same connection that he did. He was Quentin's other half, and he always would be.
"Oh my darling boy, how could there be anything else when I know that I have your heart?" He brought his hand up to tilt Eliot's head up a bit. "As long as I have you, I have everything. Always remember that."
Eliot didn't know what Quentin would say. There were times he retreated to his own world and kept things to himself. What he felt wasn't some bad vibe, but it was something. So he was a little surprised when his chin was tilted. Such sweet words, so deep and emotion filled.
"You will always have me." Those words brought on that strange off feeling, but he chalked it up to the fact that he didn't do well with emotions. None the less he meant it. Eliot moved to slip his arms around Quentin then laid on his chest. "You're too good for me, Sir."
Quentin just nodded at the words. He was just a bit too full of emotion to speak at the moment and he shifted his hold on Eliot a bit. "I know, darling. And you will always have me and I will always take the best care of you that I possibly can." Which he always hoped would match up to what Eliot deserved, but well....life didn't always work out the way one wanted it to.
He kissed Eliot's temple then moved his hand up to comb through his curls again. "I think I just want to hold you like this all night. How's that sound?"
Those words rolled over Eliot like a nice warm blanket fresh out of the dryer that made you feel like all was well if only for the moment. "I know and you do, Sir. You take such good care of me. I'm a very lucky boy." Probably more than he even knew.
"I love when you run your fingers through my hair." It was soothing and calming. "I think that would be perfect, Sir." It was perfect. Quentin holding him, keeping him safe, loving him, accepting all of him in his loving embrace. And deep down that's all Eliot had ever wanted. Someone to love him for who he was, flaws and all, someone to protect and keep him safe, someone to tell him that it was okay to be himself. "I love you." He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to Quentin's jaw. Thank you, he said inside his head.
Quentin thought they were both lucky to have found each other when they did. It seemed to him that they were both in the right headspace for the start of a relationship. How? He didn't know that part, and it worried him a little bit. But he didn't dwell on that worry because they worked. He loved his boy and his boy loved him.
He smiled and scratched at the man's scalp gently. "Oh yeah? I like it too." It was just a little thing and he knew how it reminded Eliot how much he was loved. And he was so very loved, exactly the way he was. Even the parts that some people might not approve of. "I love you too, my darling boy." He smiled at the little kiss then reached up to tilt his head up again to give him a gentle kiss to his lips before he shifted so they were settled against each other again, his boy securely held in his arms.