SUMMARY: Forgotten Memories Plot - A happy boy on his leash, shopping & Eliot finally gets to braid Quentin's hair
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Eliot was all smiles as they made their way down the sidewalk. They'd found the perfect r clubbing outfit for Quentin and he looked damn good in it. Given the clothes that were in the others' closet he wondered how often he'd wear it. Not that it mattered. He wasn't going to tell him what to wear unless asked. "You'll be the hottest guy at the club, Sir. I can't wait for us to go out."
Beyond the beautiful day and shopping, the latter being something Eliot had quickly discovered he greatly enjoyed, he was on his leash. For reasons he couldn't completely explain, he loved it. Being on it was a sign that he belonged to Sir, that he was loved and cared for. He liked being shown off on it as they walked, not giving a fuck what anyone thought or said. Nor did he care about the looks others gave them because they weren't him and they didn't understand. He stood tall and proud as they walked.
"Sir, would you like me to make some coffee or tea or maybe a cocktail to drink while I braid your hair when we get home?"
Based on the various things that they had both discovered in Eliot’s apartment and closet, Quentin had suspected his Darling Boy would enjoy their shopping trip. He was very glad to see that he’d been right. And he had to admit that Eliot did have a very good eye for fashion. He liked the outfit they’d picked out for their upcoming club date, but he expected he would only bring it out for dates. He had found he much preferred the comfy clothes that he found in abundance in his own closet. This was not to say that the outfit was uncomfortable, it just didn’t feel like him the way his other clothes did.
He had been a little surprised Eliot had requested they use the leash on their shopping trip. Not that he minded in the least. In fact, he found that he enjoyed being able to show off that his Darling, Beautiful, SEXY AF Boy had picked HIM to be his Sir. Sure the collar did that to those who noticed it. But the leash just took it that extra notch and made sure no one could miss it. He tugged on it from time to time when they were stopped to bring the taller man down to his level for a quick kiss, but for the most part, he let Eliot decide how much slack he wanted.
“How about a hot toddy? Best of the tea and cocktail world?” It sounded good to him anyway. “Would you like to have a cocktail when we get home as well?”
There was no doubt Eliot loved his leash being tugged on and the kisses that followed even more. He couldn’t help wondering if this was something they did often. Eliot had actually gone through his closet and beneath his bed to see if he could find other signs of their relationship, but they'd found none. Maybe this aspect of their relationship was new or newer. But he had a collar and though no expert on the lifestyle he knew they had to be earned and that took time. Or maybe they’d said fuck the ‘rules’ and done things their own way in their own time. It was yet another reason he wanted his memory back.
“Ooh, a hot toddy is an excellent idea! And yes, I’d very much like a cocktail when we get home.” The building came into sight and soon they were inside making their way to his apartment. Once inside he sat the bags on the table then turned and wrapped his arms around Quentin. “Thank you for taking me shopping, Sir.” He leaned down to kiss him deeply. “Why don’t you go grab the brush then make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll make our drinks and get out the rest of the stuff.” Eliot went to grab one of the smaller bags and sat on the coffee table then went to start on their drinks.
It warmed his heart to see his darling boy so happy. He hoped he could always make Eliot happy, but there was that realistic part of him that knew no one was happy all of the time. But so long as those times outnumbered the others, he figured they would be alright. The one thing he couldn't quite figure out was why the need for two apartments. Did they just sometimes want the change of scenery? It was one of the many mysteries of their lives.
"Then we'll both have a drink." It had been a very good day so far, and he hoped it would turn into an even better evening. He looped his arms around Eliot's waist and smiled up at him. "You are most welcome, my darling boy." He leaned up into the kiss and slid one hand down to cup his ass. He used his hold on him to pull their hips together. He couldn’t resist, not that he tried very hard. “That sounds like an excellent idea.” He kept his hold of Eliot and leaned up for one more hungry kiss before stepping back and reaching up to unhook the leash from the collar.
Quentin took a moment to put it back in the bedroom and collected his hairbrush. He kicked his shoes off and tucked them under the bed before returning to sit on the couch. He hugged his knees up to his chest and watched Eliot move around getting their drinks together. “It’s so weird how we can remember some things, like how you just know how to mix the best drinks, but other things are just gone.” It just made him wonder what would happen if they never got their memories back. Would they just keep moving forward doing the best they could with what information they could figure out? The oddest part was, that prospect didn’t sound too bad to him.
Eliot looked up when Quentin came back into the room and began to speak. "I guess it is weird. Then again maybe it's something I've done so often that it's just there in my brain no matter what. It's not like something I've only done once, like wherever we first met. That was a one time thing." Whereas it was obvious by looking around the bar in his place and even the kitchen that he liked to make drinks.
He carried the drinks over and sat Quentin's on the coffee table so he could have some once it had cooled off a little. "I'll be right back." Eliot darted off to his bedroom and quickly returned with one of his pillows. "Would you mind sitting on the floor, Sir? It would be easier for me to brush and braid your hair." He placed the pillow on the ground then sat just behind it on the couch so Quentin could settle between his legs and lean against the couch. Reaching for his glass he took a long sip then reached for the smaller bag. It had hair bands and flowers for Quentin's hair. He dumped them all out getting some of each ready then took the brush and began to gently brush his hair. "Do you mind if I put your hair in two braids?" Eliot wasn't going to keep it like that, but he did want to see what it would look like.
Quentin thought about that answer and nodded. "That does make sense." At least a little bit. It would also explain how he trusted Eliot even without remembering him. Something inside him just Knew he could trust the man. It was just subconscious or something like that. He pulled back from that particular rabbit hole of thought. This was not the time for it. Right now was about spending time with Eliot...and getting his hair braided. He wasn't sure why his darling boy wanted to do that, but it was an easy thing to do.
He turned to watch him go then smiled when he walked back out with the pillow. He was going to suggest it if Eliot hadn't so he nodded. "Of course, my darling." He moved to sit on the pillow then leaned over to pull his drink so it was in easy reach. He took a testing sip then a longer drink now that it was cool enough. Still warm, but it had hit that perfect temperature. He set it down and leaned back to look up at Eliot with a smile. "The drink is perfect." He lifted his head again when the brush came out and sighed happily as he began brushing. "You can do whatever you want to my hair. Just be gentle." He had no idea it would be this soothing to let someone brush his hair. "I might have you do this more often. Feels soooo nice."
"Don't worry so much, Sir." Eliot bent over and nuzzled against Quentin, pressing a few kisses to his jawline. "Even if we never get our memories back we've still got each other." And there was just this...closeness that he felt about and around Quentin. A trust he shouldn't feel with a stranger. Eliot wanted his memories back, but he knew if that never happened he'd be okay. He had someone he trusted and who lo...His thought was cut off. He blinked a few times and shook his head slightly.
"Great minds think alike," he smiled. There was something about brushing Quentin's hair that he greatly enjoyed. He liked his long soft hair. Maybe this was something he did often for him. "Thank you, sir." He took great pride in knowing the hot toddy was liked. Eliot set about braiding each side of Quentin's hair adding in some flowers at the bottom of each tucked in the hair bands. He stood up, it was easy enough to pull his long leg over Quentin, to get a better look. "Awww, you look adorable, Sir." He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures then let the other look at them.
Returning to the couch he settled and undid each braid and brushed through the long silky locks once more. "What would you say to having a picnic in the living room tomorrow, Sir?" Unfortunately it was still too cold to have one outdoors. "I'll make us something, whatever you'd like. We can spread a blanket out and pillows, have some wine, make out." He grinned, chuckling a little. Once more he brushed through Quentin's hair, smiling when he said it felt good. He started on one braid down the back. Somehow his fingers knew what to do. "Would you like a special dessert with the picnic?"
Quentin laughed softly at the little kisses. "I don't know...if worrying gets me nuzzly kisses I might have to do it more often." He turned his head to steal just two more kisses then beamed at his boy. "Exactly. We will always have each other." Even if they got their memories back he hoped. If for no other reason than the way they'd bonded during this time. At least it made sense to him that it would.
Quentin only stopped Eliot a couple of times to take sips of his drink but he made sure to only do it when it was a good stopping point in the braiding. The flowers surprised him a little bit, but he decided that he liked them. He laughed. "They look good, my darling boy. Send them to me." He waited to make sure they went through then reached to pull Eliot closer. "Selfie time!" He wanted at least one picture of them with flowers in his hair. He took a couple of selfies actually, one of those oh-so-cliche ones with him turning to kiss Eliot's cheek. Because he could.
Once he'd gotten the pictures he wanted he put his phone back onto the table and leaned his head back to let Eliot do whatever he wanted to do with his hair. "OOh, I love that idea! We should definitely have picnic foods." He furrowed his brows. "What would be considered picnic foods? Fancy sandwiches to go with your special dessert?" He thought about it a bit more while the man was braiding his hair again. "And iced tea. I don't know why, but iced tea should be made for a picnic." It sounded good to him either way. "I think we should do that." When his braid was finished he shifted onto his knees and rested his hands on Eliot's thighs. He locked eyes with him and pushed his hands up. "Now are you gonna tell me what the special dessert is? Or do you want to surprise me?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He shifted up to catch Eliot's lips in a hungry kiss. Maybe they could get back around to discussing the picnic. After...Quentin had other ideas for the moment though.
"You're so silly," Eliot teased. "You can have nuzzly kisses anytime you want them." He hummed into the small sweet kisses then simply stared for a moment. "You have such a beautiful smile, Quentin." It always made him smile and gave him that warm fuzzy feeling inside.
He finished up the french braid then added flowers all down it. He liked it. He took a few pictures then got up once more, pushed a few flowers behind one of Quentin's ears and took some pics from the front. He sent all the pics to Quentin then laughed when they were squished together for selfies. "You really are the cutest thing ever." He stole a kiss then shifted to sit behind Quentin once more.
"Really anything can be picnic food," Eliot began as he took out the braid and went back to brushing Quentin's hair. "Fancy or not so fancy sandwiches, potato salad, fruit, cheese, bread. He stopped for a bit to run his fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp. "Iced tea it will be then." Before he could say anything else Quentin shifted to face him, his gaze locking onto him. He knew that look. "Maybe I'll just surprise you," he barely managed to get out before their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss. Eliot's hand moved to sift through Quentin's hair, fingers curling into it as the kiss became more hot and hungry.