what a week this morning has been.
Jericho's irritable. If anyone would recognize that through his mannerisms, it'd certainly be Elio. And yet, unlike usual, Jericho isn't shooing away everyone that dares to come near him. In fact... he actually seems to be hanging around a little more. Particularly - you guessed it - around Elio.
Until, finally, he's sitting down next to Elio. Close enough to nudge him with a knee, shooting him a look. Heh... oh, how funny. He's got a scowl, but his cheeks are flushed. After all that... hah, he's just frustrated?
And it looks like he's hoping Elio might give him a hand, with enough unsubtle hints.
It's adorable, really. When Jericho won't use his words and say that he wants attention. Jericho calls him the tom cat, but at least Elio makes his needs known.
Still. It's endearing, in a way. That they don't need words to communicate. A breathy little laugh from Elio, as he leans forward, putting a hand on Jericho's knee. He feels Jericho tense, and slowly slides his hand up, brushing over Jericho's thigh.
"Tell me how much you want it."
His voice is barely above a whisper, his warm breath tickling Jericho's ear. His hand continues to explore, pulling at the band of Jericho's pants, while Jericho's breath hitches in his throat.
