Rambling

22

Damn, it's always him isn't it?

Civil stared towards Elliot with a rapidly beating heart, his jaw dropped open like he had seen a freak show. He wasn't ready to see Elliot, he wasn't quite sure what to even say to him, hell— he didn't know what to do with his body, he felt completely out of his element. He felt like a stick in the mud, and wondered how Elliot could look so damn calm standing there.

He was as handsome as ever.

His hair was shorter, like he had gotten it cut, it flattered his sharpe face and made his jaw bone even more prominent— if that was even possible. His eyes were a deep ocean blue, swirling with a array of different colours that made Civil envy every inch of him. He was in a tight t-shirt that showed off his defined chest, his shoulders covered in a lose jacket that hung off of him.

He was sent from the heavens, that was for sure.

He smiled when he saw Civil, and his smile was breath taking, wide and bright. He melted his heart even more if it could, not that he was sure his heart could beat even harder then it already was. Elliot shoved his hands into his pockets, and rocked on his heels slightly, cheekily smiling.

"Hey," he murmured, sheepishly shrugging.

"H-hey, what are you doing here?" Civil blushed, combing a hand through his hair nervously.

Elliot smiled, and bit down on his beautiful, plump bottom lip, slowly dragging it into his mouth.

"I wanted to see if you were ok..." he said slowly, his eyes dropping to the ground as he spoke.

"Who told you I was home?"

Elliot once again smiled sheepishly, "your aunt called me, don't want to know how she found my number."

Elliot laughed loudly, and cracked a huge smile that even got Civil to smile.

Fuck, I missed him.

He could feel his emotions bubbling over, and felt himself become over whelmed by the feeling. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, his body craved him like a bad habit, and every inch of his being beckoned Elliot towards him.

"Civil?"

Civil blinked, and blushed profusely.

"Sorry, um, come in," he stammered, stepping aside form the door to let Elliot to come in.

Elliot chuckled, and walked into the open door beside Civil. He slowly took off his shoes, and slid of his jacket off his strong shoulders. Civil just watched as it slipped off his shoulders, revealing his strong arms rippling with bulging with pulsing veins that ran down to his hands. There was a moment of silence between them, before Elliot clearers his throat.

"Can we sit?" He said, motioning towards the sofa.

Civil tried to contain his trembling, but it was starting to show throughout his body. He walked across the stained wood floor past the kitchen and into the living room, and he felt his body explode in flames when he remembered how far they went on that couch. He was certainly blushing as he sat down next to Elliot, who sat close enough that their legs brushed.

Fuck.

Civil bit down on his lip, and forced himself to meet Elliot's eyes. It was the biggest mistake ever, because the moment he set eyes on him, he felt tears spring into his eyes.

"Oh Civil," Elliot whispered, and raised his hand to slowly cup his face.

Civil felt a tear slip down his cheek, and Elliot wiped his thumb across to catch it. Civil started to let out little sobs that he desperately tried to contain, which only made them stronger. Elliot's other hand raised and cupped his other cheek, and his face scrunched together in pain.