#eli-adoni

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eli-adoni replied to your post: last person you had sex with and was it good?

awww look at his little smile

ikr! i had to use that gif like harry is the cutest lil shithead in that gif

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Roses Are Red ;; Elijah & Edward

This felt weird. He had both kissed and had sex with Elijah so many times, but never in his life had he taken the equally as young lad on a proper date. Not that he had been able to anyway without it being seen and talked about, but now? Now none of that mattered. None of the eyes staring, none of the talking. All that mattered was whether or not Elijah would be having a great time tonight. A sting of nervosity announced its birth in his tummy as he ran his fingers through his long curls back at home. He had dressed up really nicely. Black shiny boots, slim black jeans, a white shirt with curls all the way up his button line, and a black blazer to finish it off with. His hair hung loose tonight, freshly washed. He had been taking the longest in the shower to make everything right, to be as clean as possible and really smelling nice. He puffed out a few sprays of perfume on his neck and his wrists before giving himself a last look, trying to be his own confidence booster.

And that was his cue to leave his brand new apartment, wearing his long, black coat on top of it all, since the breeze outside could still be a tad cold, and since he needed pockets to keep all of his stuff; keys, mobile, ID, credit cart, and so on. Edward closed the door to his apartment and stepped out into the elevator. Pressing the button that would sent him down and watching the doors close before him, the curly haired male kept telling himself that he’d forgotten something, although he hadn’t. He was just so convinced that he had. He really hoped that Elijah would like the flowers. Yup, he had payed a great number of American dollars to get a bouquet of twenty-two red roses. Not because it was of any greater meaning; the number, other than that was both their age, and not only did they meet, they also had important life choices made and dealt with at twenty-two. Something he wouldn’t tell Elijah unless he asked, and to be honest Edward figured that he’d be the only one to ever know. The bouquet would’ve been received by a flower delivery guy about an hour before Edward would pick him up. A little card in a light beige and with dark brown text followed the roses saying;

“ Dress up for me, baby. Love, Edward. “

Edward opened his car door and slipped in and onto the seat, before closing the door again. Slamming it more likely. He put on his seat belt, started the car, and drove off to Elijah’s place. Even though thoughts and flashbacks of his drunken night out that had unfortunately ended in paying the slimmer male a visit, he tried his hardest to ignore it and just take it as what this was; picking the other half of the date duo for tonight. It didn’t take him long, especially not now after he’d moved further into the city, in the heart of New York; Manhattan. He stopped the car outside the apartment, unbuckled himself and stepped out. Gracefully walking up to the sidewalk, he stopped there. He didn’t wanna go hide by the front door to the hallway. He didn’t even wanna press the buzzer to let him know that he was there. They had agreed to meet in nothing but two minutes right here in front of Elijah’s apartment complex, so that’s where they’d meet. Edward stood still, looking at the door, waiting.

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Three Days ;; Elijah & Edward

This house. Edward took a last tour of it after having made sure that everything about it was absolutely perfect. His parents took off a few hours ago and since then Edward had been preparing every single little corner of the house. First he looked at the minor enterance hall. A beautiful shiny wooden floor in a darker shade of brown to have the light beige walls seem soothing for the eyes. The great staircase leading upstairs, a beautiful staircase really, quite classy. Three doors leading into different rooms; living room, kitchen, and dining room. Edward’s feet dressed in white socks moved his body into the dining room, where a long table with seats for around twelve guests owned the room. A huge and tall window had light shining into the otherwise quite dark room. Not much had to be done in here, and he walked into the next room; the kitchen. Double the size of the dining room with quality white goods, quality counters, and tiled floor, heated up a bit of course. Next room, the living room. Two couches in a delicate beige colour, two armchairs in the same colour, a dark brown wooden coffee table, the same kind of wood to frame in the fire place, and a massive television hanging on the wall. Again, a tall window allowed the light of the day to sweep in. Above the fire place, a framed picture the size of a poster hung; Edward in the middle of dancing a beautiful waltz with his dance partner. The curly haired lad swallowed in the hopes of Eli not commenting on that, and actually quite embarrassed of it hanging there. Next up was the bathroom of downstairs. It was fine, quite plain and not really like anybody was living there. Really hotel ish. His feet carried him up the stairs to the first floor, first entering his parents’ bedroom, but then choosing to just close the door and lock it. Opening the next door, he entered the bathroom of upstairs. Just as huge as the one downstairs, actually pretty much the same, although in this one it was clear with both perfume, toothbrushes and towels that people were living here. 

He exited the room and lastly entered his own. The most important room to be perfect, since this was probably where they’d spend most of their time. On the walls hung two posters; one with Fred Astaire and one with Miles Davis. A desk covered with a laptop, school books, notes, homework, etc. Above it a shelf for his books, and above that shelf two other shelves, but these two were filled up with trophies. Tons of trophies for his music as a pianist, violinist, saxophonist and trumpeter, about just as many for his ballroom dancing, a few for ballet dancing, and again a lot of trophies from his quialities as a straight A student. Other than that he had a huge kingsized bed next to a huge closet. Edward took a deep breath, accepted his room and then went out on the balcony. A massive balcony, usually where the cocktail parties were held. A jacuzzi could be found there, a grill, a swing sofa, and a long table again, everything in the amazingly oversized American sizes. He sighed and walked down to the front door again, waiting for Eli to show up.

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Barely Hold My Tongue ;; Elijah & Edward

The stupidity in Edward was growing with a disturbing speed right now. Something he didn’t like about this scenario; how he was acting, how he kept acting just because Elijah wasn’t feeling all too well about it. And suddenly he hadn’t felt all too well about it either. They had only slept together once. Only hung out once. What was so special about this, about him? Nothing was special, Edward knew that, and maybe that’s why he already prepared himself for his expectation to be true; that this wouldn’t do any good. Rather the exact opposite, but he felt like seeing him right now. It had been a need. He parked the car outside the apartment building that he remembered from that day, evening, night? They had spend so much time together. His seatbelt quickly got unbuckled, the door opened, and his body removed from the car. He slammed the door and walked up to the apartment complex. Edward was seconds from ringing the bell, less actually, as he suddenly stopped himself from pressing the button that’d buzz Eli about his presence. His finger hovering by the button. Edward’s stomach kept flipping upside down, time after time, making him nauseous. He couldn’t stand here all day though, or Gossip Girl would know. He pulled himself together and pressed the button. Shit..

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Calling ... Elijah

Edward: *calling*

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Text: Elijah

Edward: Hi Eli. My parents are away this weekend, so I was wondering if you wanted to pay me a visit then? :)