The Time Of My Life
Eliot put on his navy blue silk pajamas pants again, and his patterned robe, which has the same shade of blue as its main color. Q is wearing a soft white cotton T-shirt and light green plaid pants. They got the popcorn and chips and Eliot brought them an already open bottle of wine to finish off.
They argue for a few minutes before deciding on an old romantic comedy set at Christmas time, between two young men. The movie didn't have good writers, but the pair had fun making funny comments throughout the movie.
Eliot convinced Quentin that he had to see at least one film with Patrick Swayze and of course, the chosen one was his favorite, Dirty Dancing. Quentin shifted on the couch and moved closer to the other man's body.
When the film started, both had hot chocolate in their hands and Q snuggled even closer next to his love. Eliot knew all the lines, which he recited in Q's ear. He also sang the songs along with the film's soundtrack. Q recognized the scene Eliot used to win the crowns in Filory, and couldn't help looking up from the screen to watch the fascinating man at his side. The glint in his eyes showed his admiration for the actor and the scene. Q promised himself that he would never stop Eliot from watching his favorite movie.
It was the final scene when Quentin placed his nearly empty mug on the coffee table, next to Eliot’s, who is singing again:
Just remember
You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love, because
I've had the time of my life
No, I never felt this way before
Yes, I swear, it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
Q then turned to face Eliot and as soon as their eyes met, he slowly approached and kissed him. Different from the pecks they had before, he started a delicate, but at the same time a passionate kiss.
Eliot forgot about the movie since their eyes met. He felt goosebumps all over his body in the second their lips touch. He feels Q’s body reacting the same way, a response to his own body. Feeling the taste of Q's mouth again, even if mixed with a trace of spiked chocolate, was like tasting the finest delicacy. Nothing can compare to kissing the love of your life. When Q opened his lips and asked for passage, so their tongues could meet, Eliot thought he was in heaven. His hand went to find its favorite spot on the back of Quentin's neck without him even thinking about it.
Quentin pulled away just a little bit. He wants to sit in the lap of the only man his heart would never forget. He took the opportunity to run his fingers through Eliot's beautiful curls while gently sucking on his lower lip. Hearing Eliot's soft moan, Q wants more and more. His lips begin to explore Eliot's face, kissing the beautiful chin, the strong jaw, the imposing nose, the perfect eyelids, the forehead, then descending to the soft earlobe, where in addition to nibbling, he began to beg.
"El…El…please…never…run…away…from…me…from…us…again…never.” He kissed Eliot one more time, passionately. "I can survive without you baby, but…I cannot be happy as I am now…only with you."
"I will never...Q…Oh God. You have no idea…Fuck…I love you." Eliot could barely speak. His labored breathing, the maddening rhythm of his heart, did not help him to elaborate coherent sentences.
"It's impossible to love you more than I already do." Quentin continued to kiss him, wandering down the long neck now, as one of his hands moved down between them, to slip under the robe and caress the soft skin of his chest, sliding over the trimmed hairs, and finding the sensitive nipple. Eliot's response, moving to allow unlimited access to his body and moan with such pleasure, only awakened a hunger in Q that had him sucking hard on the most sensitive spot on his neck.
“Fuck Q!”
Neither of them could deny the desire that was consuming them. Quentin shifted on Eliot's lap so his cock can rub against Eliot's. Neither is wearing underwear and the fabrics of their pants left nothing to imagine.
Q took advantage of his dominant position to better control their movements. Once again, he attacked El's mouth. He is desperate, afraid that he might be living a dream. Their tongues are dancing but not seeking dominance. They just want more and more. They'd been apart for so long, deprived of touching each other, that they are almost in a frenzy. They manage to control themselves in the slightest, when the sound of the ceramic mug hitting the floor startled them.
Q leaned his forehead against El's. He takes a deep breath to speak. “El, I need you. Now!”
“Yes…now.” The gift of words was slipping from Eliot once more.
Quentin then got up, not before kissing those soft, moist lips one more time. He reached out a hand to help his man to his feet and kissed him again, as if he can't contain himself. Their bodies pressed together, the erection he is feeling on his belly, is driving him crazy. Q pulled away once more, just to take Eliot upstairs by the hand, two steps at time, and only stopped in their bedroom. El barely had time to close the door before Q threw him onto the bed.
Quentin is so desperate to feel his skin against Eliot's that he rips off his own shirt before he even touches the bed. He approaches with a dark look of desire in his eyes and quickly pulls Eliot's robe from his shoulders, impatient to get the delicate fabric out of his way.
His hands come up quickly to frame Eliot's face to hold him in place so he can more easily enjoy his wet, inviting mouth. When he feels long, firm fingers grip his hips. He knows he won't last long in Eliot's arms. With that in mind, he pushes him down onto the bed. For a moment, he stops to admire the unforgettable beauty of the love of his life. After a moment he kneels beside the bed to, more easily, run the entire length of his legs, moving up at a slow pace, to reach the elastic of El’s pants.
His index finger begins to glide smoothly over the soft white skin, right on the edge of Eliot's pants, until he decides to lessen the sweet torture he has imposed on his man. Finally, he uses all his fingers to finally start pulling his pants down. The erection gets in the way at first, but after freeing the large, moist penis with pre-cum from its silken confinement, his mouth waters at the sight. His self-control almost slips away, but he manages to finish removing his partner's pants. Scrambling to his feet, he quickly takes off his last piece of clothing, and feels Eliot's admiring gaze on his body. The soft light from the lamp and the shadows create an illusion that both are in another dimension, almost ethereal.
Quentin get close to the bed and, getting on all fours, moves towards his love's body. He positions himself on top of Eliot so that their cocks are together. Placing his hand between their bodies, Eliot uses his long fingers to hold both cocks together. They don't even need lube. El starts to move his hand and finds in Quentin's moan the answer that it was what he wanted. Q searches greedily for Eliot's mouth. The next moan, are muffled by their joined lips. They will never get tired of each other. Eliot starts babbling Quentin's name. He stops moving his hand, looks deep into his chocolate eyes and asks. "Q, I need you. Would you fuck me?"
“Are you sure?”
“You know I am.” Eliot replied so quietly Quentin barely heard him.
Eliot preferred to be the active one in their sexual relationship. At times, on special and significant dates, he asks Q to subdue him in bed. It also happened after some stressful situations. El wanted to feel that his body belonged to his partner, to his lover. He enjoys being in control. Surrendering is his special way to show his love, to proof it. Proof he had only given to Quentin, no one else.
“Yeah. I remember the first time you asked me.” Q leans on just one hand to caress the unforgettable face of his love with the sweetest smile, because that memory is one of the most significant of his life. “The night you proposed, under those two beautiful moons, at the mosaic.”
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Quentin can remember everything from that night. The warm, gentle wind of a summer night. The silence of their house. Teddy had gone to spend two days with Arielle's parents that morning, leaving an unusual silence, even if it is comforting. He lay on the outer bed admiring the moons that are especially lush, which makes him not light the torch.
The delicious aroma of dinner invade his senses and stir his stomach. He considers calling Eliot, but he knew better that his partner do not like to be rushed. He always says that perfection take its price and time. Fortunately, a few minutes later he hear Eliot's soft footsteps coming towards him. He is used to the sound of light, firm footsteps, but this time it sounded different, almost hesitant.
Q sit up to see that El is carrying a tray with a steaming bowl, glasses and a bottle of the best wine they had found in the area. It is a wine made from a fruit similar to blackberries that has a beautiful red color and a flavor that was reminiscent of grapes but with a distinct sweetness.
El approaches depositing the tray on the nearby table and following to Q, give a soft kiss on his lips and extending his hand leds him to the table to eat. Eliot made a meat pie that is perfect, as always. They talk about how happy Teddy was to go play with his two cousins. They always want Teddy around, but they know he needs to get along with other kids. When that happens, they stop working on the mosaic to enjoy each other's company. Ever a tactile person, Eliot had sat beside Q and countless times had rubbed his arm, his leg, tucked his hair behind his ear, he is acting a little different, more affectionate than usual.
They were together for just over a year. After Q recovered from Arielle's death, they grew closer and finally admitted that they wanted to be a couple. They had no problems with Teddy since El was always part of the family. Filory is important to Q. He was king, and now he is living the best years of his life. He was loved by Arielle, who gave him a wonderful son, and he had finally confessed his feelings for Eliot, living that love without fear.
When they finished eating, Eliot gently pulled him to sit on the mosaic, in the same place where they had their first kiss, years ago. Q can feel a tension in Eliot's manner, as if he is waiting for something to happen.
"El..." He could not finish what he was going to say. His lips silenced by a short but emotional kiss.
"Q. I want to say a few things. Promise to listen until I'm done?"
Q could see in Eliot's eyes that he had something really important to talk about. He knew it isn't about their son, who is now almost six and more independent and smarter every day. They are afraid of leaving him alone, so they only put the last tile in the mosaic when Teddy is with someone else. Days went by without finishing a drawing, and he knew Eliot was ok with that.
The fear of being abandoned, with Eliot leaving him for another man, sometimes haunted him. His history of failed relationships, not to mention the few he has had, made him doubt that someone as spectacular as Eliot could really love him.
If that were the case, Eliot would be browning the pill before sliding it down his throat. A beautiful dinner, the best wine, and now they were both sitting on the same blanket as the day Q kissed him for the first time.
Shaking his head, wanting to drive away the negative thought that threatened to strangle his heart, Q realized that Eliot interpreted his gesture as if he didn't want him to speak and quickly corrected.
"Yeah, I promise to wait." His voice came out a little squeaky but he looked honestly at Eliot nodding again, and placing his hands in his own lap, he continued. "Of course you can talk, whatever you like. We have no secrets between us." Q give him a small smile.
Eliot lifted his index finger and laid it across the worry line on Q's forehead, between the eyebrows.
"I know you must be afraid of what I have to say, but I'm really the one who's afraid." He smiled when he got a small sigh from Q, which was quickly replaced by a question mark in the eyes of that man who, most of the time, is an open book for him.
Eliot shifted position to be closer to Q and at the same time sat on top of his ankles. Looking directly into chocolate-colored eyes, he took a deep breath as a last attempt to calm his nerves. He leaned over slightly and took Q's hands, which he held in both of his and he could feel that it is tense.
"For a long time I wasn't sure how the two of us were going to function after Ari left." Eliot saw Quentin's expression change as he mentioned their toughest period in the mosaic. The concern for Teddy's well-being, in addition to the fear of going away and leaving their son alone, was something that broke their hearts. "Today I see that we did it. We have a routine that prioritizes our son, our family."
Eliot noticed that his partner had relaxed. Quentin still had a question in his eyes but he didn't seem to fear what he was going to say anymore.
"That today I have something I never imagined being possible to have. The belief that I didn't deserve to be happy still torments me at times, but I try to be brave and shut up any harsh words."
"You deserve everything El."
"Really? I think I'm about to find out." He raised Q's hand to his lips and after giving it a reverent kiss, he looked back at the man in front of him as he took his hands again between both of his. "You and Teddy are my family. Funny that we never really talked about it, but we became family." He gave an uncertain smile, swallowed and took another deep breath. "I've never needed labels, and I've flouted society's rules for a while now, but... there's something I've realized I want. I want it badly. I want to be able to call you my husband. Q, will you marry me?"
Quentin didn't see what was coming. As the weight of Eliot's words hit him, he was filled with a happiness beyond description. He took advantage of the fact that his fiancé was still holding his hand, and instead of answering, he pulled Eliot to him and kissed him so intensely that they both gasped.
When they pulled apart, just enough to look into each other's eyes, Eliot couldn't help but joke.
"I hope I didn't misunderstood, but I think you're my fiancé now."
"You are insufferable but the answer is yes. However I still haven't seen a ring on my finger."
Laughing, Eliot reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small red velvet bag, from which he pulls out two gold wedding rings. Simple, not very thick, but with a delicate design that looked like smalls embossed squares, like mosaic pieces. Reverently he takes one of them and places it on Quentin's finger as he feels a stubborn tear run down his face. Quentin looks for a few seconds at the shiny jewel on his finger and reaches out with his other hand to take the ring which he, wasting no time, places on Eliot's long, thin finger. Only then does he realize that Eliot no longer wears his old wedding ring. Without saying a word, he gets up and offers his hand to Eliot who takes it and follows him into the cabin.
Quentin returns to the present and faces the new chance of a life with Eliot. This special and complicated man is right now without any barriers, asking him to make love to him. Tonight must be special. The boy who ran away from Indiana, without knowing what love is, deserves to experience the beauty of a lifetime once more, and Quentin will do everything in his power to make sure they have as much love as ever.
Looking into Eliot's eyes, he sees the same love and admiration reflected in them. His chest is warm with love, and his body is pulsing with lust and desire to be the man who shares his life with this amazing human being, again. His hands needs to touch that other body and Q no longer holds back. It restarts the exploration of the beloved body that exposes itself even more to him. His hands roam the silky skin of El's sides, feeling the shiver that rises through his body.
Q contours El's body, passing his fingertips over the nipples. When he feel E’s reaction, he bent down to give them more attention, now with his mouth. As he suckled one of the nipples, he heard Eliot's moan grow louder and he reached down with his other hand between them to give attention to Eliot's cock that was pulsing next to his own.
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He moved up to kiss the delicious mouth one more time before moving down the lean body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, until he can run the tip of his tongue over the head of El's cock. The pre cum already put a salty taste in his tongue, which only awakened Q's desire and without waiting any longer, he tries to swallow as much of that glorious cock as possible, feeling long fingers pulling at his hair. Eliot moaned once, twice and begged. "Q, babe, I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer. Please fuck me. I want to come with you inside me."
Quentin can deny him nothing. Making a satisfied noise, he finally pull back a little. He turn his partner around so he can have better access to Eliot's ass. After a cleaning spell, he licked his hole, lubricating it with his spittle, earning more moans of pleasure that only made his desire grow. Quentin devoured it with the pleasure of having his love returned to where he belongs. He is opening Eliot up, using his tongue and fingers to pleasure him. When he can't stand not being inside him anymore, he gently start to kissing his way, going up the column to the long, smooth neck, and getting there, he gently turned Eliot's body, positioning himself between his thighs. The surrender, trust and love he can see in Eliot's expression is an aphrodisiac, even if Quentin do not need it.
He moves closer for one more sweet and sexy kiss. As he pulls away, he let his gaze slide over Eliot's sweaty body. The chest where he loves to lay his head, the soft, smooth belly where the hairs taper down to the path that leads to the shiny, thickened, moist penis. Shapely thighs and long legs that hugged him and left him feeling wanted. Quentin's mouth will never stop watering when he looks at this man. Placing his hands on his inner thighs, he moved up, catching his groin making Eliot moan once more. Then he took those long legs to place them on his shoulders, making his access easier. He look into Eliot’s eyes as he finally, finally enters his lover body.
For a moment, he can only feel the pleasure of being in Eliot again. When he finally starts to move, he is happy like he never was before. The years in the Mosaic and the months as Brian gave him the knowledge of every inch of that body, and he knows how to pleasure him, how to show his love. The perfect spot to touch. Their connection is perfect, wonderful.
Eliot just moans, barely saying Quentin's name. He is lost in his pleasure fully focused on the sensations his body was experiencing once again. The fullness of being in tune with someone he loves so deeply is sublime. Feeling Q moving inside him with warmth and lust, passion and strength, trust and love. He and Quentin have always been and always will be in love. He once again allows himself to feel his man inside him, to feel that this is where he belongs, with Q.
The pair lost themselves in each other, allowing their bodies to move without control. Eliot's hands clawing at Q's back as his legs pinned him inside his body. Q using one hand to support himself while the other began to move up and down the length of his partner's cock. The apex of pleasure arriving quickly. It forms many months deprived of each other, of this fullness of being with the only person they have truly loved in their entire lives. Moans, whispers, the sounds of their bodies grinding together and the scent of sex permeating the air. There was no going back. They were so in tune that their magic started to create a slight luminosity.
"Q, I'm yours. Yours alone."
"El, I am yours too. There is only you."
The orgasm came with a force never felt before by either of them. Not at those fifty years on the mosaic or at Boston. They could have sworn a light vibrated in the room, pulling it out of the gloom for an instant. It was unlike anything else. They were wet with sweat, with Eliot's cum between their torsos, with Quentin lying half on top of him.
They need time to recover. When Quentin managed to move, he got off of Eliot and intend to lie down beside him, but was stopped. "Please don't leave me yet."
"Never. I was just going to change positions. I thought I might be heavy on top of you." Q replied with a weak laugh.
"No. I still want to feel your weight on me." Eliot's soft, melodious voice sent shivers down Quentin's skin and he snuggled into the taller man's chest.
"I love you baby."
"I love you more Q."
Tired, the couple held each other, until both took a nap. Q woke up about an hour later. He woke up Eliot when he tried to move.
Quentin reached over to kiss the man beside him sweetly. Eliot put an arm around Q's waist and pulled him close. They began to make out and as the moans increased in frequency and intensity, Quentin whispered as he nibbled on Eliot's earlobe. "It is my turn to ask you to fuck me."
Eliot, who had both hands on Q's ass, do not hesitate. "You don't have to ask."
They made love all over again, taking more time to savor each kiss, each caress. Eliot laid Q on his back on the mattress, and began his work of sliding his long fingers over that small, firm body, alternating between the delicate stroke of his fingertips, soft as feathers that ruffled Q from head to toe, and a stronger grip, more dominant, which makes Q gasp.
Once again, they lost themselves in each other creating a world of their own. They are devoted lovers, giving and receiving pleasure and the purest and most sincere love. Quentin wants to return the pleasure Eliot was making him feel but knows that Eliot wants that moment to be his.
Eliot went down his body. He sucks him and begin to massage his anus, with his soft, smooth fingers, covered with lube. Before long, he is ready to receive El into his body. "El, please, don't keep me waiting any longer."
"Do not worry baby. I can't take it anymore either."
Eliot's penis always enlarges upon entry, a delicious intrusion that quickly makes Q think that this moment is the epitome of perfection.
"You're mine, Q. I'll never leave you again."
"Possessive, but, but, fuck."
Eliot smiles when looks at him. "What were you going to say dear?"
"Fuck you! You're being a possessive bitch, but right now, I feel the same way. Like, like you're mine and I'm yours."
Eliot is serious but his voice is full of love. "I'm yours, Quentin. I never want you to doubt that."
Quentin don't answer, just pulls him close and kisses him like he is going to die and that kiss is his salvation.
Eliot then begin to move and after that, only moans, whispers, and disconnected words are hear in the room. They come together, each screaming the other's name. Once again, a luminosity surrounds them but they both ignore it, at least for the moment.
They are limp, almost without strength. Once Eliot is out of Quentin, he lays back on the bed, and his man curl up against him, one arm and one leg over El’s body and his head resting on that broad shoulder. The mix of their countless fluids left the couple squishy, sticky. Q starts chuckling softly tightening his grip on Eliot in the process.
"We are disgusting."
Eliot laughs when he hears Q. There is no denying it. "I think we need a long shower."
"It was magical; I mean, hum, different, special, I can't even describe it."
"Yes. Did I put too much alcohol in that hot chocolate?"
"No way."
"I thought I saw a light when we reached our orgasm. Twice." Quentin lifts his head towards Eliot.
"I saw that too. I thought I'd freaked out."
"If you freaked out, then there are two of us Q."
"I guess we can look into that later. Right now I just want to shower with you." Eliot smiles in response.
"Quentin Coldwater giving up on a magical quest? The world has stopped making sense to me." The intonation shows he is just being a prick, teasing Q.
"Never, but a man has priorities."
"Hum, did I become your priority?" Eliot is smiling, full of himself.
"Nope, I just want a shower."
Eliot let out a laugh and looking back at Q, he responds to the taunt. "Baby Q, a bath with me is magical. I'm wondering if I should share it with you. You might come out dirtier than you went in." Winking at him, he patted his partner's beautiful bare ass affectionately. When they finally get up, El use his telekinesis to pull off the bedclothes while Q get a clean one.
"This time the cleaning spell isn't going to be enough."
"No way Q. We made a terrible mess."
He uses his powers to arrange the clean and fragrant sheets. After being satisfied, he take his love by the hand and they walk to the bathroom. The water is at the perfect temperature and they both got under the powerful jet of warm water. They use a peer and freesia soap that Eliot brought it levitating from the other bathroom along with his shampoos and body creams.
"One day you'll learn to buy the right shampoo and soap for you."
Q laughs. He would never learn but he is sure El would be happy to buy it for him.
When they finally head to bed, languid kisses paved the way for a deep night's sleep.
The next morning started with a scare feeling. A rabbit jumps on them and yells; "On my way, bitches."
Still rubbing his eyes Q groaned. "Oh my God! Tell me she won't be walking through that door in a second."
"Baby, I have no idea. I'll answer her." Picking up the rabbit he says: "Barbecue is just Sunday."
When the rabbit disappears, he turns to the man at his side. "Good morning honey." He places a soft kiss on his lips and caressed, running his fingers through Q's hair.
"Good morning, my love. Do you think we'd better get dressed before she shows up?"
"Bambi has seen me naked countless times, and if you don't remember, there was that night we..."
"Stop, please. Don't be an asshole this early." He is laughing contrary to what the words would suggest.
The rabbit jumped on them again. "High King doesn't wait."
"Fuck!"
"It doesn't matter if Bambi has seen you naked, now only I have the privilege." He give his boyfriend another peck. "Let's get dressed and make her some good breakfast. Call Julia, and, and whoever else is in the penthouse too. That way we can let everyone know we're together."
"Yeah, let's make a big breakfast."
Eliot sent another message. "Making breakfast for everyone." The rabbit disappeared.
Quentin texted Julia before heading to the bathroom and Eliot used the other bathroom to speed it up. When they were both decent, Q in a Lord of The Rings T-shirt and beige pants, and Eliot in jeans and a red polo shirt, they went down to the kitchen.
Quentin took over the coffee pot and as soon as the equipment started working, he started squeezing oranges. Eliot is putting a cake with just four ingredients in the oven, to bake in record time, and now is making bacon and eggs. Quentin, after receiving Julia's message, put a box of cereal, milk, honey and fruits on the table, in addition to the biscuits they forget about the night before. Also put on the table cups, glasses, cutlery and everything else he found in the fridge, such as cheese and jam.
When the friends arrived, the cake was cooling on the counter, and Q is putting slices of bread to toast and Eliot had finished making some sausages as well, as he thought they were low on eggs and bacon.
Margo immediately made a fuss telling Eliot that Fen almost didn't come, but they left Pick being watched by none other than Fray. Julia is laughing at an anecdote told by Josh. Kady is arguing with Fen about which knife is best for cutting a wild boar. 23 is strangely quiet. Quentin is afraid that Penny is reading all his thoughts about last night.
When everyone finally sat down at the kitchen, some at the table and others on the island benches, Quentin and Eliot looked at each other wanting to be together but were pulled to opposite sides.
Friends were having fun and catching up. The new couple kept exchanging glances all the time and when Josh got up to get another slice of cake, vacating the place next to Q, Eliot left Margo and Julia arguing about how to improve the diplomatic relationship with Loria, and took the vacant seat. Immediately Q looked up at him, and without thinking, they kissed. Just a peck on the soft lips of Q. It is irresistible, who could blame him?
"You! You sneaky bastards!" Margo's voice was unmistakable.
Quentin just let out a sigh. "Fuck."
"Okay Bambi." Eliot stood up and the imposing height, along with his charisma, had everyone waiting for him to speak, including the High King. Quentin rose as well and Eliot put an arm around Quentin's shoulder, bringing him close. "We are together, we are an item, partners, boyfriends, whatever you want to use. Q and I have been enjoying the last few days, talking our issues, and yesterday Q decided to give me another chance. Everyone already knows that we lived a full perfect life in the past, knows about my terrible mistakes, how much I made Q suffer and how much I suffered from being an asshole."
Quentin decided to interrupt him. "Our mistakes, mine and his, are behind us and everything we're living is, hum, both new and old. Get used to seeing us always together."
"Baby Q, you know I love you, but if you change your mind and break his heart..."
"Not a chance."
"Um...do we have someone confident today?"
"Margo, we won't be apart anymore." Hearing Quentin answer his best friend, made Eliot smiled even more and hugged him kissing his forehead.
"Q, you really seem more confident."
"Thanks? Not sure that was a compliment Jules."
"My man is amazing." Eliot was clearly proud. He pressed Q's body closer to his.
"Eliot, bitch, you've been hooked for good."
"I'm sick and happy for them at the same time."
"Kady, I'm with you." Josh responded conspiratorially.
“You really seem to be in love." Fen had a twinkle in her eyes, happy for her ex-husband.
After some more promises of endless love, the pair changed the topic. Julia realized that 23 had not spoken. Sitting down next to him, she asked if something bothered him, if the boys didn't have barriers in their minds.
"It's not that. There's something different about them, and it bothers me not to understand what it is. You know I don't like being left out as much as I hate listening to Quentin's mind."
"The problem is with the two of them?"
"Eliot was always good at hiding his thoughts. Now it seems like he doesn't even need to hide it anymore. It's like there's a fog, or some kind of interference, a buzz, it's totally weird."
"And Q?"
"Exactly the same."
"What the fuck! You know, I've rarely seen him like this, so...it's weird."
"I'll wait until tomorrow and see if it's just today. Maybe they did some spell."
Breakfast lasted longer than expected, and Quentin was happy to keep the shop closed for the day. Kady and Julia had to go to their appointments and 23 gave them both a ride. Fen, Josh and Margo stayed a little longer as they want to go shopping and have lunch at Her Majesty's favorite international cuisine restaurant at Soho.
"Eliot you will regret not joining us."
"Bambi, I have to do some shopping, or we won't have a barbecue Sunday."
"That's just an excuse to be alone with Coldwater, fucking like rabbits."
Eliot laughed aloud, as he gripped his partner's thigh with his right hand.
"Yes Bambi, I still want to have sex with him today. I missed you but, now, I'm a committed man."
"Fuck you! Both of you!" She got up and went to get her bag. "We're going without you, idiots, but we're all having dinner together and I'm not taking no for an answer."
Eliot and Quentin looked at each other and seemed to be having a telepathic conversation before answering their friend. "Okay. Text us where and when."
Satisfied with the answer, she just waited for Fen and Josh to get up and head for the portal that would take them to Manhattan.
As soon as they were alone, the boys ran to the room not wanting to miss any moment. When they finally got out of bed, after a good time with pleasure and sweet orgasms, they went to sort out the coffee mess with their friends. They choose to have lunch at a nice little Italian restaurant before go shopping. They need to restock the Coldwater's pantry, and Eliot miss some of his kitchen accessories.
Eliot knows better that he would have to spend time with Margo and decided to make everyone lunch the next day. Bought a chicken and vegetables to make a pie, salad and honey-roasted pears for dessert. Simple food so he do not spend much time in the kitchen, away from his love. His hands would rather be on Q's body than holding a knife. He is a lover, not a fighter.
Finally, back at home, Q did the cleaning and put the groceries in the cupboards, while Eliot went to put the perishable items in the refrigerator and his kitchen items on the granite countertop. Even if Ted hadn't had them before, he was sure he would enjoy using them. They showered together, enjoying their wet bodies under the hot spray and left for the restaurant, some minutes later than predicted. The pair even arrived ahead of Kady and 23, who had gone to settle a hedge situation in Miami.
This is a rainy night, and as so, Margo decided to order food at her favorite French bistro. They stay on the penthouse. The food is delicious and Josh choose an excellent French wine, at an extravagant price. The excuse is that they must have the best, since they do not come to Earth as often as they would like.
The night was good and all the friends had a good time, but once Eliot and Quentin got back to New Jersey, Margo has everyone's attention with her comment. "Am I seeing strange things with my special eye or do Quentin and Eliot seem to be fucking glued together? They can't stay more than five minutes in different rooms."
"I noticed it too. I called Q to show him an object we're going to need his expertise on, and within two minutes Eliot came to join us." Kady said as she sat down on the sofa again after get another bottle of wine.
"Penny noticed something different about them too. Didn't you baby?"
"Yeah. I mentioned to Julia that their minds are different. Eliot always kept me out really well, but Q always fails at one point or another. Now it's different, and they're, I don't know, damn same."
"What do you mean dude?"
"Hard to explain Josh, still trying to figure it out. I thought it was some protective spell at the Coldwater's house, but here was the same or even worse."
"Worse? Don't start talking stupid things about my best friends like that, if you can't barely explain."
"They're our friends too Margo!"
"As if I don't know Julia."
"Bitches, shut up and let him explain!"
"Shut up you too Kady!" Margo isn't going to pass up the opportunity to respond.
"I can just walk away if they don't shut up!"
23 is already getting up when Fen decided to appease. "Guys, we all want to know. Penny, please, stay." She is sitting next to 23. Julia, who is on the other side of the man, sitting on the arm of the sofa, pulls him by the arm, and when he finally sit down again, she caress the back of his neck.
"You are sometimes unbearable." 23 growled.
"Baby, please."
"Okay. When I can get into someone's mind I can hear or see it too, depending on how much access I have. When you morons get a good shield up, it's like a void. No images, no sound. Zero. Nothing. "
"Okay. How are those idiots' minds?"
"Kady, don't start." Complained Julia.
"Fine." The queen of hedges made an air of annoyance, but nodded.
"When we arrived at the Coldwater's house this morning, it was like I could hear a soft hum, even though I wasn't trying to access either one." He let out a sigh and frowned to continue. "It took me a while to realize that the humming was coming from them. I purposely tried to get into Quentin's mind, which was always relatively easy for me. What I could see was a pearly haze, gold, some shit like that."
"Did you try El's mind?"
"The hell I did Margo. Same thing happened. Same fog, same hum."
"And here it was the same thing right?" Margo still has some questions.
"Yes, with that I discarded a spell on the house."
"Man, I remember a spell so that two people could share their feelings. That shit changed their aura."
"I've seen it Josh. It's still different."
"I'm afraid these two did some binding spell. Eliot was so obsessed, that if Quentin suggested something like that..."
"No way Margo!" Julia interrupted. "Q never liked to tie anyone to him, all because of that low fucking self-esteem."
"She has a point." Kady agrees.
"El can be very persuasive, even more while in bed." Says Margo.
"Argh...I don't want to think about those two in bed."
"Nobody wants Penny, even though I already had a threesome with them."
"I still don't understand how you slept with Quentin; Eliot always had eyes on him. Once, I think, I got in their way." Kady chuckled, throwing her head back against the couch.
"Really? When was it?"
"Remember when you were with Marina and you and Q had a fight?"
"I'd rather forget." Julia sighs.
"When I managed to get into the Cottage, they were having wine on the sofa and I noticed something, like a sexual tension in the air. I was anger, because they made me wait outside. As a form of revenge I sat down between them." She then laughed.
"You really are a badass."
"Thank you, High King!"
"But if you hadn't, it could have saved me a lot of headache. Fuck you bitch!" Kady laughed once more as Margo took a long sip of the delicious wine.
"You seem to forget about Alice. She was in the running."
"When I met them they had been fighting. Q and Alice." Josh remembered.
"You met them after the trio that broke them up." Kady explained.
"Julia, Julia. Do you really think if Eliot had seduced our little nerd he would have gone after the icy blonde?"
"Margo is right. That idiot would have dropped on all fours. Alice wouldn't have had a chance. Penny, my Penny, told me that more than once."
"If I'd known that, I'd have taken care of the blonde. I'd even try to get under her skirt." It was Margo's turn to laugh.
"Does that mean we still have to find out what the two of them did? I mean Eliot and Quentin."
"They piqued my curiosity Fen." 23 cannot wait to solve that damn puzzle.