Hi! Would you mind doing something with Elliot, smutty moment while the reader is trying to work from home from his apartment borrows his sweatshirt but things just get carried away? Thank you in advance!!
Elliot’s eyes flicked to the clock on his computer screen for the hundredth time.
When you had shown up last night, close to tears because the power was going to be out all morning in your neighborhood and you had a career defining Skype meeting at exactly 8:15 am, Elliot listened carefully before pulling the most normal response he could from his repertoire.
“Uh, you can spend the night and just work from my place. If you want.”
Your exclamation was difficult to interpret until you looked into Elliot’s eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you! I was hoping you would say that. Well, that or that you would hack the city’s electric grid just for me!” you teased, not at all paying attention to the way Elliot balked at your response.
“That’s illegal,” he replied in his typical monotone.
You giggled and lightly smacked his upper arm.
“I’m teasing! You’re good with your computers, but I don’t think anyone is that good,” you said, your face still full of laughter. “Otherwise, you would have hacked the lottery already and at least moved uptown.”
Elliot smiled nervously, which wasn’t all that different from the way he usually smiled.
“You know I don’t care about money.”
“I do—otherwise I wouldn’t be here, panicking about missing this meeting tomorrow. If it goes well, I’ll shoot to the top of the list for a promotion.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You’re already doing more than enough. I appreciate this. Just leave some room in your calendar for a celebratory dinner. I’ll let ya get gussied up, darlin’ and I’ll take ya somewheres fancy,” you said in a silly accent, making Elliot smile his sweet, three-point grin.
When it was time for bed, he insisted on taking the couch. You equally insisted there was room for two in his bed until you saw the look of horror on his face, then backed off.
“You’re a great friend, El,” you called softly through the dark apartment before you snuggled deep into his bedding, enjoying being all wrapped up in his scent.
Elliot fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, no more than a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
* * * * *
When you woke up to an Elliot with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets sliding from his wet hair down the muscles of his back, digging through his closet, you bit your lip to stifle a gasp. It was clear he thought you were asleep and as he padded back into the bathroom to get dressed, you had to fight to ignore the tingling sensation between your thighs.
Elliot was attractive, and it was impossible not to wonder if there would ever be more to your relationship. With guys less complicated than him, there would have already been something more. But Elliot had only ever made it clear he was interested in your friendship. Never had he indicated there was anything more he wanted.
Ignoring the desire to slide your fingers discreetly between your legs, knowing it would be very, very wrong to get yourself off in your friend’s bed after he was kind enough to sacrifice his privacy for you, you looked at your phone and shot up, not realizing you had already hit the snooze button . . . twice.
You were so busy getting yourself presentable from the waist up in record time that you barely heard Elliot say goodbye as he left for work. Your eyes flicked in the direction of his voice and you gave him a nanosecond of a wave goodbye.
Elliot shook his head as he shut the door, then smiled as he locked you in.
All day, he thought about you sitting in his bed, the contents of your makeup bag everywhere, your hair pulled into a presentable ballerina bun, your bare legs that looked so soft and shiny in the dim light of his apartment poking out as you braced yourself on the floor, and he wondered what it would be like to touch you, to feel his fingertips ghost over your shin before sliding up—
“Night, Elliot,” Angela called before Ollie ushered her out of the door.
Elliot blinked and looked at the clock again.
5:04 pm.
He gathered up his things and scrambled out the door to catch the train home, deep in thought.
Meanwhile, your meeting had gone perfectly, and you had gotten a lot of work done. The only hitch in your whole day was the fact that it was freezing in Elliot’s apartment. You fiddled with the thermostat and kicked at the radiator like you had seem him do, but nothing happened.
Eyeing his favorite piece of clothing warily, you figured that as long as you didn’t get it dirty or manage to tear a hole in it, he wouldn’t mind. You laughed a little as you nestled into it, realizing it was snug across the chest.
You thought back to Elliot’s towel-clad body and realized his lean muscles were deceiving; he really was a skinny thing.
Snuggled back under the covers, you had switched to working on your laptop and were just about to go through your last round of emails for the day when the keys sounded in Elliot’s door.
His eyes found you instantly, and you couldn’t tell if it was relief or disappointment that crossed his features.
That was until he took a few steps into the apartment and his brow furrowed.
“Is . . . is that my hoodie?”
“I hope you don’t mind. It’s absolutely freezing in here.”
Instead of moving toward the radiator, Elliot stepped closer to the bed where you were situated, giving no inclination that he had even heard you.
His eyes seemed to be memorizing you as they scanned over every inch of your existence until you cleared your throat and sat up, reaching for the zipper at the base of your throat.
“I’ll just, uh, put this back—”
“No,” Elliot growled in a tone you had never heard before and one that made you go completely still.
He blinked and stepped back, realizing he had done something wrong.
“Leave it on . . . I mean.”
Slowly, your hands fell away from the zipper. You shut your laptop without looking away from his intense gaze and moved it to a spot on the floor beside his mattress.
“Is there . . . anything . . . else you’d like me to do?” you said slowly, figuring now was as good of a time as any to test the new way Elliot was looking at you.
He licked his lips, and shrugged out of his backpack, letting it fall to the floor with a clunk.
“Stand up.”
You took a breath and pushed the blankets from your hips, giving you enough room to step out of the bed. You hadn’t changed out of your sleep shorts, not really seeing a reason to since your meeting was only from the waist up.
Elliot’s eyes ran slowly over your body, once. Twice.
You felt self-conscious and reached up to smooth your hair, then for lack of anything else to do with them, you slid your hands into the pockets of his hoodie, your right hand connecting with his lighter.
You watched as Elliot swallowed before taking a few more steps toward you, his eyes never leaving your face.
“Take . . . will you, I mean,” he said shaking his head and starting again. “Will you take off your shorts?”
Ohhh, your mind and body thought at the same time.
“Uh huh,” you answered, pulling your hands from his hoodie pockets and working to untie the drawstring on your shorts before hooking your thumbs in at the hips and pulling them down. It hadn’t occurred to you to care what kind of underwear you were wearing, so now all you could do was pray they were cute.
Elliot’s hoodie stopped right below your hips and the slightest movement would let him know what they looked like, so you stayed still, waiting to see what he would do next.
He cocked his head to the side, slightly, as his eyes swept over your bare legs. When he looked up at you, he smirked.
“Looks good on you.”
Christ.
You crossed the room and grabbed him by the Allsafe badge he hadn’t even taken off yet and pulled him in for a kiss. He chuckled against your lips, probably from nerves, but that didn’t stop you and eventually he got the point, bringing his hands up to pull your hips against his.
You licked at his lower lip, and he parted his mouth in a sigh, letting you stick your tongue in before he started kissing you back. He was so warm, and everything about him felt so good.
When you felt his hands clutch at your ass, you made a noise of appreciation before closing the kiss to look him in the eye. It took him a moment to open his lids, and when he did, you admired the way the undiscernible color of his irises darkened.
“Does this mean you wanna be more than friends? I’m not really a one-off kinda gal.”
Elliot’s lips twitched up in a quick, shy smile.
“I’m not very good at this kind of thing.”
“My panties are soaked, El. From a fucking kiss. I think you’re pretty good at it.”
Elliot laughed and pressed his forehead to yours.
“No . . . I can do that part pretty okay. I mean the more than friends part.”
“Like a relationship?”
“Yeah. That’s not, uh, my forte.”
“No, shit,” you said laughing and moving back to look at him.
His eyes were the happiest you had ever seen them, so you pressed on.
“We can take this very, very slow.”
Elliot nodded, then his brows contracted.
“Uh, how slow . . . because . . .” he said, as he adjusted himself under his dress pants.
You narrowed your eyes and thought for a moment.
“What brought on this . . . shift?” you asked, reaching out to lightly run your fingers over his bulge.
Elliot swallowed, then explained, “Seeing you in my bed this morning. You’re pretty when you’re chaotic,” he said with a slight smile, and you laughed.
“Is that all?”
“I couldn’t stop . . . couldn’t stop thinking about your legs in those little shorts. I kept thinking about what it would feel like to touch them. They look so soft.”
“Let’s start with that, then,” you said, pulling him toward the bed. “Sit.”
He sat with a little bounce, then looked expectantly up at you.
Moving so that you were standing between his legs, you looked down and softly said, “Touch me.”
Elliot’s lips parted as his eyes immediately turned to your bare legs.
He reached both hands out and placed them on top of your thighs before moving them slightly up, then circling them around to the back. His fingertips were just below the cheeks of your ass, but he slid his hands back down—past your knees and down your calves before he shifted to the front and ran his hands all the way up to where he had begun.
You reached out to steady yourself on his shoulders, shocked that such a simple touch was leaving you literally weak in the knees.
“Is, uh . . . this okay,” Elliot asked, his fingertips flexing up and down on your thighs as he paused to check your facial expression.
“I think I need to lie down,” you said with a smile.
He smiled back, and for the first time today, you felt warm, despite the loss of your shorts and his blankets.
Maneuvering onto the bed, you laid back against his pillows, bent your knees for a little leverage, and parted your legs, inviting him to get close enough to keep touching you.
Elliot kicked off his shoes and climbed onto his knees, sitting back on his haunches as he wiggled into a position between your feet.
This time, he started there, stroking the tops of your feet before sliding up and down your legs, gently kneading your calf muscles and your thigh muscles when he felt inclined to change up the pressure of his touch.
“Elliot,” you breathed, your eyes closed and your body’s heat continuing to climb.
Elliot removed his hands from your legs and shifted his position so he could lay on top of you. He kissed you this time, his lips moving slowly, occasionally pressing harder or softer, in a perfect echo of the way he had been touching your legs. When his tongue dipped into your mouth, you bucked up into his hips, your center connecting with his hard cock.
He groaned, and it was the hottest sound you had ever heard.
“Can—” you panted from under his kiss. “Can I touch you?”
Elliot moved your hand directly to his dick and pressed hard, and normally, you would have laughed at his eagerness, but you were a mess beneath him.
Making quick work of his trouser fastenings, you pushed open his pants and slid your hand into his boxer-briefs and grasped his hard cock.
He groaned again, making you shiver with need.
“Can you touch me, too?” you all but begged.
Elliot immediately reached between your legs and pushed your panties to the side, fumbling through your wetness, clearly not expecting that you really meant it when you said you were soaked from that first kiss.
He did chuckle against your mouth this time, and you joined him.
“Toldja,” you said with a smirk as you started jerking him off.
Elliot’s hips were pushing into your hand, and yours were pushing into his. He slid around your pussy for a few seconds before making a beeline for your clit, your need to get off too evident to entertain any exploration tonight.
Elliot’s fingers were skilled, and he quickly brought you to an orgasm by rubbing sharp, consistent circles over your aching clit with his thumb. Your pumps of his cock faltered as you let yourself go, but then you quickly doubled your efforts, wanting nothing more than to watch his face while he came.
“Y/N,” Elliot hissed, as he bucked into your hand, his cum spilling over your palm and coating it quickly as you continued to stroke him through his orgasm.
His elbows shook and he rolled off of you, onto his back. He was breathing heavy and his cheeks were tinged pink, his lips still glossy and swollen from all of your kissing.
“Wow,” he breathed out.
“I agree.”
Elliot looked over at you and smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his eyes.
“I’m glad your power went out. And glad my heat broke today, too”
You turned your head up to the ceiling and laughed, tugging the zipper down on Elliot’s hoodie to let your too-hot body cool down.
“What a series of fortunate events,” you said, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead.
