[ The bed in the master bedroom that they've unanimously, but without exchanging a single word, claimed as theirs is huge, because the master bedroom is huge, because the cabin is huge and whoever owes Lucifer this favor obviously has a lot of people owing favors to them in turn. As the trail of money goes, most of the time. Back and forth. Elio doesn't waste a lot of thought on the workings of the world tonight, he thinks he's had his taste already, really, no need for elaborations. After all, Michel has been sitting at the back of his mind all afternoon, while they've found their feet in this new place, Lucifer and him, as a critical voice commenting on everything. Every little thing Lucifer did, every little thing Lucifer didn't do, but Elio has kept his comments at an arm's length, simply remembering how Lucifer burnt himself in his company. How Lucifer might not have said the words, but he's showing it with his whole body.
Elio matters to him, he matters enough.
And so, the past hour, Michel has been blissfully quiet. Maybe, soon, he'll be completely gone and Elio will fit right back in his own skin again. He drops his briefs on his side of the bed and climbs naked beneath the covers, leaving Lucifer to get ready as he wishes. There are no expectations, there never is between them.
It requires some wriggling about to get comfortable, the duvets are heavy, the covers only adding to that weight. Elio's completely weighed down into a soft mattress, navy blue sheets, everything's smooth and soft. With a sigh, he turns onto his side, looking over at the other man. Not too mindful of staying on his own half of the bed, already halfway sprawled out across the middle, shins, feet. He keeps his eyes on Lucifer's legs, the lines of him, how beautiful he is. There's an ass somewhere up there, too. ]
I like it here. [ It's a completely genuine, non-ironic observation. He rests his cheek on his upper arm, smiles lazily. ] It's got a nice view.
[ By which he means both him and the cabin, of course, though Lucifer's backside will beat Yukon country any day. The dining table's got a view over the lake, they ate their dinner all but drowning in deep blues and what Elio's really saying is: thank you for taking me. ]
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Elio matters to him, he matters enough.
And so, the past hour, Michel has been blissfully quiet. Maybe, soon, he'll be completely gone and Elio will fit right back in his own skin again. He drops his briefs on his side of the bed and climbs naked beneath the covers, leaving Lucifer to get ready as he wishes. There are no expectations, there never is between them.
It requires some wriggling about to get comfortable, the duvets are heavy, the covers only adding to that weight. Elio's completely weighed down into a soft mattress, navy blue sheets, everything's smooth and soft. With a sigh, he turns onto his side, looking over at the other man. Not too mindful of staying on his own half of the bed, already halfway sprawled out across the middle, shins, feet. He keeps his eyes on Lucifer's legs, the lines of him, how beautiful he is. There's an ass somewhere up there, too. ]
I like it here. [ It's a completely genuine, non-ironic observation. He rests his cheek on his upper arm, smiles lazily. ] It's got a nice view.
[ By which he means both him and the cabin, of course, though Lucifer's backside will beat Yukon country any day. The dining table's got a view over the lake, they ate their dinner all but drowning in deep blues and what Elio's really saying is: thank you for taking me. ]