He's Not My Type

Chapter 10

Remember the first day Leigh-Anne came to the shop?" Elijah asks.
Christian makes a noise of acknowledgement as he reaches for the duvet. Elijah nestles his head on his shoulder once Christian settles back down.
"She came to find out if you were a top or a bottom," Elijah continues
Christian bursts out a laugh as he tucks the duvet in around Elijah's shoulder. It's starting to get cold now that the sweat is cooling on their bodies. "Did she? So, what, you two thought sending a girl into the shop would get it out of me? Dastardly plan, that."
It seems strange looking back now, how anxious he'd been. Christian is the easiest person to talk to about anything. He only makes fun of Elijah when he knows he doesn't mind. Usually he just listens attentively and nods and asks questions and makes Elijah feel like he's the most interesting person he's ever met, even if all Elijah's doing is going on about a new method he's found for getting paste out of a kid's hair.
"It wasn't my idea," Elijah says. "I told her not to come."
"Right," Christian says. "So, what was the verdict?"
"She thought you were a top," Elijah tells him.
Christian laughs. "Did she?"
"Wait, no." Elijah pauses. "Actually, she said you were my top. That sounds different, doesn't it?"
"Ah." Christian traces his fingers down Elijah's stomach, scratching at the trail of hair at the bottom of it and making Elijah squirm. "I suppose that's a word for it."
"For what?"
"For us, I reckon."
"Maybe you can be my top even when I'm on top," Elijah says slowly.
"If you want," Christian says.
"What do you want?"
"I want..." Christian shifts onto his side so they're facing each other and he squeezes Elijah's hip. "Want to take care of you."
"I want to take care of you, too," Elijah tells him. "I want to be good for you."
"You are always," Christian promises him.
They lay there for a while beside each other quietly. Christian runs his fingers through Elijah's hair. It's soothing and Elijah's about to nod off to sleep when he hears Christian say: "When are you moving in with me, Curly?"
Elijah's eyes pop open. He sits up on an elbow to look at him. "You want me to move in with you?"
Christian nods.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really." Christian laughs. "And I have it on good authority that you lot haven't extended your flatshare."
"Pieter," Elijah mutters.
"Shawn, actually. That boy's a proper gossip," Christian says. "So, what do you say, H? Want to split rent four ways for this shit little house? It'll be well within your student budget, I reckon."
"Well, when you put it like that..." Elijah bites his lip. "You mean it, though?"
"Of course I bloody mean it, babe." Christian laughs and kisses his cheek. "I already cleared out half the wardrobe for you."
Elijah glances over at the wardrobe is jammed between the bed and the wall. He feels a warmth swell in his chest.
"Is it the half with the door that opens?" he asks.
"Who do you take me for? I think I'm a bit offended."
"So, the half that doesn't open, then?" Elijah concludes.
Christian narrows his eyes at him. "Maybe it's just my evil ploy to get you naked all the time."
Elijah looks at him for a long moment. Then he says, "Yeah."
Christian raises his eyebrows.
"I'll move in," Elijah tells him. Then holds up a finger. "On one condition."
"And what's that?"
"The wardrobe side that opens."