I'll make it easy, got a lot to lose.

ELLIOTT GILBERT But you can call me STARCHILD. Old enough to be here. [Twenty-one] All about that musical prodigy life, it's a blast. Resident mediator. Anything else you want to know you'll have to ask. I'll be what you're dreaming of.

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Chris was worried. He could hear Elliott sneezing and coughing on the other side of the wall, it’s been going on for a few days now. There wasn’t much he could do about it, he knew it. Elliott had spent the week studying tirelessly for a test and had gotten sick in the middle of it. Now he had come back from class, test finished and done with, and it was time for Chris to get to work.

“Hey” he said softly, head popping through the doorway to watch Elliott getting inside “I’m making tea and I found this really cool soup delivery place I thought we could try… Wanna take a shower, so we can cuddle and watch movies?” he asked with a soft smile. 

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“Chris!” Elliott’s voice was hoarse as he struggled to push himself out of the covers, bedhead prominent and sweatpants the ones full of holes and only patched up partially that he only wore when feeling particularly shitty. Usually even at home he wouldn’t be caught dead in something that was so far from fashion friendly.

When he failed and dropped back down he pouted a little but turned on his side to watch Chris. “That sounds amazing. How are you so good at taking care of me? You’re going to have to help me up, though, I think my body might be in some form of sick paralysis,” he said sagely.

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Chris was giggling before he even noticed, rolling his eyes at the pout and leanig in to press a kiss to Elliott’s neck.”Silly” was all he said with a smile, blush high on his cheeks. He yelped when the man picked up the pace and then again when he was rudely thrown like a pig on the couch “Mean!” he said grabbing a cushion from the couch and throwing it to Elliott’s direction. “And for the record? You missed a RuPaul’s Drag Race marathon while you were gone” he said as if it was an accusation “I’m not that great at commenting without you” he waited until the other was close enoough and grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the couch with him and fluidly moving to straddle him playfully “Now tell me, what did I miss?” 

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Elliott barely hid the shudder at the small kiss to his neck — the attraction to Chris was something he’d tried to keep repressed, but the easy affection between the two of them only emphasized it. “You’ll forgive me.” This time he was the one leaning in to press a kiss over Chris’s cheek, grin easy and direct. “What?! No! Next time Skype me and we can livestream it together! Which season was it? I need to rewatch anything that has Sharon Needles in it, her style is my new obsession.” His eyes widened immediately but he regained his composure to grin back, hands going around to the small of Chris’s back to hold him in place. “Presents. So many presents. They sent a few for you too, and some of their pecan fudge and white chocolate cookies. Get us both fat. How was your Christmas, babe? Did you miss me too much to enjoy yourself?”

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Chris giggled like a child when Elliott called the nosy old lady out, making him blush and quickly mutter a “Shhh! You know she’s friends with the landlord! And I can’t get kicked out of here, I happen to really like this apartment!” He teased, laughing at the sight of Elliott’s pout “You’re lucky you’re cute and I missed you, you know” he said rolling his eyes. Once Elliott started running, Chris shrieked, holding tighter around his neck “Elliott! Come on, let me down!”

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“We won’t get kicked out of here! I wouldn’t let it happen. Old broad needs to calm herself down before she has a heart attack.” The pout was the biggest weapon in Elliott’s arsenal, and it was one he didn’t hesitate to pull out when he needed to. “I missed you too. Going home seems so pointless when you’re here, it’s so much less fun.” The sappiness seemed to come easily, and he was going to say it was because of how long he’d known Chris. Instead of putting him down he ran a little faster, finally dropping him down on the couch with his biggest grin. “Say uncle!”

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Chris chuckled when he heard Elliott moving around, shouting and calling for him. He peered through the window, sitting on the firescape steps, grinning at the sight. With a swift movement he jumped back inside, a bright smile on his lips “I swear even the old lady in the first floor can hear you, Elliott!” He teased when he jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck in an impromptu and possibly involuntary piggyback ride “And what were you doing in my bedroom? Haven’t we talked about boundaries?” He chuckled, joking. If there were ever boundaries, they’d probably involve not jumping your roommate. Non sexually, of course.

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"Then she needs to stop being so nosey!” Elliott called back before realizing the man was already behind him, immediately moving his hands under Chris’s thighs so he can boost him up even further, giving him the brightest grin over his shoulder. “Of course we have, but what’s mine is yours soooo.... goes both ways right?” Did he really think his innocent look was going to work on Chris? Of course not, but that didn’t stop Elliott from pulling off the most epic pout as he got a tight hold on the other’s legs and half-ran around the bedroom and out into the living room, hoping he could make Chris squeal.

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Elliott dropped his bag in the middle of their dorm room and spread his arms wide before dropping down hard on his bed. “I HAVE ARRIVED!” It was exclaimed to an empty room, which surprised him, so he pushed back up and peered into first Chris’s bed and then the bathroom, trying to find the other man. “CHRIS WHERE ARE YOU HIDING!” Shouted the words out to the room like they would somehow help him find his roommate, who he had definitely been looking forward to seeing after a long Christmas vacation.