I Need You. I Want You.
Tyrell tried not to look obvious having put his menu right below his line of sight, so he could pretend to look at all the food options, while really looking at his partner from across the table. He couldn't believe that fate had drawn them together tonight even though they were in the same place for completely different events. Tyrell for his date, and Elliot because he was meeting his friend on campus. It was as if the universe wanted them to be together and he couldn't say no to that.
Elliot felt like he was in hell. He couldn't blame Angela for thinking that she was helping by mushing them together, no this was his own fault. If he had never told Angela (or Darlene) about this whole situation he wouldn't have been in this problem. Hell, if had applied to MIT like Angela thought he should then he would've never been here in the first place. But his own path to self-destruction brought him to this point in his life and all he could do was deal with it. Life and it's fucking shitty curve balls, he thought with a sigh. Normally, he would've declined Tyrell's offer but he was in some serious need of food (and a free meal). He hadn't eaten all day and he wasn't looking to die just yet, not from low blood sugar at least.
"So..have you decided what you want to eat, Elliot?" Tyrell asked, trying his best to start conversation. He could sit there all night stealing glances at his future lover but he thought it would be best to at least try and talk. You could cut the tension with a knife, not that Elliot minded at all, but more silence meant more awkwardness.
"I think I'll just have some pizza." Elliot replied with a slight sniffle, putting the menu back down on the table. He looked around the restaurant with a cautious glare. Not only did he not like Tyrell, he didn't trust him at all. First, the sudden obsession with him. Then, his weird/suspicious relationship with his supposed "girlfriend" that seemed to not want anything to do with him, while at the same time doing his dirty work. Now, he was buying him dinner at a fancy restaurant like his sugar daddy. Alarm bells were going off at the back of his head. The sensation to runaway was ever present. He just didn't know why he wasn't leaving, or have a good enough reason to leave for that matter.
Tyrell chuckled a little. He was almost as excited as a little kid in a candy store. "Are you sure? You can get a little more ambitious than pizza. The Tuscan tomato bread soup is great here."
"I think I'll have the pizza." Elliot repeated without giving Tyrell eye contact. Even though being in Tyrell's company made him uncomfortable, he felt even more uneasy in this building but he couldn't pinpoint it.
A women with the company's logo embroidered on her shirt approached the two with a big smile. "Hi! I'm Kasey, I'll be your waitress this evening. What can I start you two gentlemen off with?" she pulled her pen and pad out to take their order.
"Well, I'll have water with lemon on the side. For our appetizer we'll have chickpea bruschetta. Elliot...."
"I'll have lemonade." he replied absently, continuing to scan the crowd.
"Ok. One water with lemon, a lemonade, and chickpea bruschetta for your appetizer. Alright, I'll come back when you're ready to order your main course." the waitress smiled one last time before leaving them alone.
Tyrell looked over at Elliot, watching him fidget. The source of Elliot's unease was because he saw the men. As if things couldn't possibly get worse, this happens. He didn't know if it was because of the lack of doctor prescribed medicine he was supposed to be taking or the fact that he had done something illegal was the reason they were after him. Either way, he didn't want to take any chances. Half noticing his nervous leg shaking, Tyrell decided to try and engage in conversation again. "You know, when I first came to New York City, this was the first restaurant that Joanna and I went to. We were having lunch shortly after arriving--"
"Great, so I'm getting sloppy seconds."
Tyrell was shocked by Elliot once again. "Well I--"
"Why did you bring me here, Wellick?" Elliot said, suddenly eye contact with him. He was definitely paranoid now. "You must have had a reason to bring me here aside from talking about nothing."
Tyrell was in utter disbelief. Elliot had never been this blunt with him before and he kind of actually appreciated it. "I'm just trying to be your friend, Elliot. Is that a crime?"
"Yes. I have all the friends I need," his eyes shifted between Tyrell and the men in black," Angela has always been there for me."
"You can't live your life with only one friend, Elliot. You need change, substance. And I'm here to provide that for you. You need me." I need you, he thought. I want you.
Elliot didn't know what to do. A pounding ache in his head was starting to form. There were too many problems, scenarios, and things that could go wrong in one room. He had to leave, he had to escape somewhere. He got up from his seat, saying a quick 'I have to piss' to Tyrell; promptly fleeing to the men's restroom. Everything was too overwhelming for him right now. Checking all of the stalls to make sure they were empty, Elliot let out a soft scream. He couldn't take it anymore. There was too much going on at one time for him causing sensory overload. He went over to the sink, splashing water on to his face. This is all temporary. This is all temporary. This is all temporary. This all temporary. Pull yourself together, Elliot. He could see his mom now, slapping him around for even thinking about having a panic attack.
"Elliot..." Tyrell said, entering the bathroom with caution. He wasn't sure what was going on with Elliot but he wanted to help him in anyway he could, even if it was unlike him. "Are you ok?"
Elliot quickly turned his wet face in Tyrell's direction with shock. He's not supposed to see me like this. In a hurried panic, he shut off the running water and started wiping his face. "Oh, God."
"I was just coming to check on you. To make sure you were ok, you kind of left in a hurry back there." he started to move slowly towards Elliot.
"You weren't supposed to see me like this." Elliot took in a sharp breath but breathing heavily wasn't working. He already knew what was happening to him. A panic attack. "You weren't supposed to see me like this at all. Holy shit." he started to collapse to the floor, hyperventilating. Suddenly, things were getting worse. He didn't think he could hit rock bottom that quickly but he had. Although, he did make an accomplishment, three weeks without a panic attack which was a new personal record.
Tyrell rushed to his side. "Elliot. Elliot, you're going to be fine. Just breathe. In and out. Inhale and exhale. Stay calm, don't think about whatever you're thinking about."
"I-I-I-I can't. I can't breathe."
He tried to hold Elliot, leaning him up against the wall. "Concentrate on your breathing. Slow down. Focus on something else. Focus on me. Just stay calm."
"I can't....what am I supposed to focus on! I can't breathe!!"
Tyrell thought for a moment, trying to come up with a distraction for Elliot. In seconds, he had a solution. "Focus on this," he said, suddenly putting his lips on Elliot's. If this didn't help Elliot then it certainly helped him.
Before he knew it, he and Tyrell were kissing. His lips were an unforgettable mint chocolate taste, his smell of fresh lavender. Normally, Elliot would be utterly repulsed by him but right now he was somewhat delighted. Though his personality was hard and annoyingly charming, his senses told them that he was completely safe in Tyrell's arms. The strong grip he had on him offered a sense of stability and warmth.
Elliot was everything he expected and beyond. The taste of his tongue in his mouth felt a long awaited victory. He wanted to stay there forever, kissing Elliot and holding him, but he had hope that something like this would happen again. And better. Tyrell let go of Elliot, releasing a sigh of content. This was better than anything he could've ever imagined while masturbating. He straightened out his clothes, "Well, if you're calm and ready to go back out there hurry up because our bruschetta will get cold." With one more look at a disgruntled Elliot and a quick lick of the lips, he left the bathroom with a new found confidence and erection. God, I can't wait to have him to myself.