Three O's

ASKING FOR IT ~ Eli

"What are you doing?"

Eli moved towards the fridge with no response, opening and closing it for what had to be the ten hundredth time. You were trying to put away all the food you had bought while out, but Eli was being no help whatsoever, moving away every time you got close, leaving his attempts to assist endearing, but still causing you to almost call him off the job.

"You're going to make me dizzy." You say, only half joking.

"Sorry."

He responds this time, but it doesn't stop him from trying to sidestep as you moved around the kitchen as well, half the snacks in your grasp falling to the floor when he bumped into you in the small space.

"Eli." You place a hand on his shoulder, shifting to the collar of his shirt as you repeated yourself; trying to catch his eyes before he could bend down and pick up the food. "What's going on right now?"

You stared at Eli now inches away from the wall, giving him a once over; especially at his hand clutching the rim of the counter, then to Eli's stretched-out sweater, pulled down seemingly to cover as much of his sweats as possible.

It almost looked comical; his make-shift dress, and the tent it just barely housed.

"It was an accident." Eli replied as quickly as his body would allow, eyes darting down to check what you seen of his hiding-poor-then flickering across your expression quickly in embarrassment. "I'll pick them up."

He goes to move but you hold him in place, and he can't do anything but let you; pushing the hair out of his dark eyes with a brush of his fingers and tightening his grip on this counter with the others.

"Are you sure?"

Yes he responds, but you're also waiting for him to give an answer for his sudden clumsiness, not just tell you that yes, it was an accident.

"Maybe you should go sit down?" You say. "We're almost done."

"No, I can still help." Eli responds, but he doesn't move to bend down and pick up the snacks again, because your hand is still on his collar.

"Even like this?" You ask, and his face scrunches, just a bit. "What I said earlier really got to you huh?"

He doesn't know what to say back as you hint at his situation, but even if he didn't answer your questions it was obvious now from his actions, and, he's hard.

You wondered if he had been earlier at the store too as you'd responded-teasing but bluntly dirty-to any whispered otherwise innocence comments he'd made, or if it was restricted in his jeans when he'd followed you down aisles almost toe to toe. Maybe it only happened when he got back home, when he changed his clothes and thought about the way you were both together and away from prying eyes. Maybe just being with you too, he's like that.

"Is it harder to concentrate now that we're alone?"

Eli nods, watching as your hand went up to caress his cheek, ear, a little in his hair, just like you'd did while out.

"What did you ask me when I did this?"

Eli sucks in a breath.

"Can" He muttered, pushing his head against your hand, slow, and letting the breath out. "Can you keep touching me?"

You'd pushed his hair back, laughed before and continued shopping, but this time you didn't stop, drawing lines connecting beauty mark to beauty mark.

"Can you?" He repeated, even smaller.

"That's what I'm doing." You replied simply continuing your journey across his reddening face, but you know it means something more now.

"No...I mean," Eli shook his head tentatively. "Not just, there."