do you still accept one line starters? If so I’ve got one for you :D “He was like a cigarette, addictive and dangerous.”
Hooking up with the Gentleman was not that much of a burden, Elliott can recognize that.
They had met in a club, dancing together for what felt like hours before one of the waiters tapped on his shoulder to tell him that they were about to close.
Alone on the sidewalk, with the dawn’s light spreading around them, Elliott has just tightened his hold on the man’s hand to pull him closer, to pull him home.
But the following afternoon, the man and his British accent were gone, without as much as a number, and Elliott was left stretching deliciously sore muscles for the rest of the day, filing the night and the morning in his “one night stands that will be used as masturbating supporting imagery” folder.
But the next time he’s at Callbacks--mainly to see if he can book it one more time for the big reunion of One Three Hill (and a guest birdy)--he can’t help but beam at the Gentleman when he bumps into him.
Relief spreads through him as a smile stretches the man’s lips too.
“Hey there,” he says, and Elliott’s smile widens.
“Can I get you a drink?” Elliott asks, and the man nods.
“Only if I can get you my name.”
“Deal.”
“I’m Adam.”
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They don’t exactly date, but they’re hooking up fairly regularly, and meeting for drinks, and not necessarily of the alcoholic variety, and Elliott is content with the state of things between him and Adam.
He really is.
But that doesn’t stop him from seeing clearly.
That he’s more attracted and attached to Adam than the other way around.
In a way, Adam is like a cigarette, addictive and dangerous, and Elliott sees it, knows it all, but he can’t walk away or protect himself.
It’s too good, too hot, too passionate to give it all up.
It’s like the song goes, the only he can know that he loved is to give it all he has.
Besides, Elliott is not the kind of guy to do things halfway.
Because I was just asked this for the first time a few days ago by a lovely boy, I'd like to request a "Can I kiss you?" drabble please, with any pair you'd like. And know that I am a huge multishipper so I'll love it no matter what. ;3 ♥️
Oh I should probably specify I'd prefer a glee pairing oops haha. It would be tougher to narrow it down otherwise. :)
I have been bitten by a certain ship bug so here goes nothing, let's see if their chemistry is what I pictured ...
Being a part of Kurt's band means that Elliott spends a lot of time at NYADA. Not that he's complaining the school definitely has better acoustics than some of the classes at NYU.
Well, there is also the very pleasant view.
Again, not that the NYU student body is not pleasant, but there is something about the aspiring Broadway babies that just pulls him in.
Oh, Elliott knows that at first sight, most people assume that his type is the rock'n'roll, glamor and hype type, but most people couldn't be more wrong.
He loves theater, he loves musicals--he just knows that it's not the kind of music that showcases his voice the best, and he makes smart choices for his musical career.
As he waits for Kurt to come out of stage combat 201 (he can hear the clanking of swords), Elliott takes his time to appreciate a fine specimen walking his way.
Tall, lanky, blond, quite the hipster but Elliott can definitely work with that, a charming smile and a vibrant energy in his steps.
Meh, what does he have to lose?
"Excuse me?" he calls, walking towards the student who shamelessly gives him a once-over look and seems to appreciate what he sees. Elliott's walk turns into a strut--you can never bring too much attention to those hips, in his opinion--as he approaches, smiling brightly at Mr. Blond and Delectable.
"May I help you?" B&D asks, and Elliott almost reaches to cover his heart with his hand.
A British guy--one more cross in the "pro" column.
"Well, help, i'm not sure," Elliott replies with an easy laugh. "Depends if you're available tonight."
BBD (Blond, British, Delicious) cocks one eyebrow at him, but his lips are stretching into a smirk. "How do I know that you're not some psycho?"
"You don't, but you have my word - I'm only a musical weirdo," Elliott replies, getting closer.
"That I can deal with," the man says, smile expanding. "Adam Crawford," he adds, lifting his hand.
Elliott shakes it with a smile, keeping Adam's hand in his for perhaps longer than necessary. "Elliott Gilbert."
"Thing is," Adam tells him, taking a step closer, "I would hate to waste my time."
"How so?"
"Well, if you're a bad kisser, this is not going to go anywhere, and we would both waste an evening and some quality banter."
"Easy peezy then," Elliott retorts, pulling Adam closer. "Can I kiss you?"
"Now?"
"Yeah and get that out of the way," Elliott replies before slowly molding his mouth against Adam's.
It's not the best kiss, but it has some very fine points--the way Adam's fingers tangle with Elliott's hair on the back of his neck, hell yeah--and Elliott just knows that they would only get better with time. When tongues will be involved, for instance.
"What say you?" he asks, letting go of Adam who, to his immense satisfaction, seems a bit dazed.
Adam clears his throat and rearranges his beanie. "Callbacks, 8pm?"
"Sounds awesome," Elliott confirms with a beaming smile just as a clocktower rings. "See you tonight then, Adam Crawford."
"Don't be late, Elliott Gilbert."
"Oh, believe me," Elliott says, touching two fingers to his lips, "I won't."
