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Elliot Alderson ([personal profile] viewsource) wrote2020-08-02 06:05 pm

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[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-25 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, Darlene had warned John about Molly: he'd feel good, she had said, but then it would get weird and he'd be asking them to touch him. The thing was, he also knew Elliot didn't like contact that much, so he assumed that must not be right when the obnoxiously friendly woman next door left it with him and Elliot suggested they do it together.

Elliot was laid back, yeah, but John felt like if something freaked him out, it really freaked him out. He could go from zero to a hundred with almost no warning and very few outward signs until you actually tried to communicate with him and realized he was in lockdown. So he wouldn't play around with the touching thing, right?

The feeling wasn't what John expected from Darlene's description, either. Not like an aphrodisiac or something, all hot desire coiling and pulsing unbearably in the pit of his stomach, but a much diffuse sense of rightness in his life and the world. He was so fucking thrilled to be here with Elliot, in this strange approximation of a home rather than sleeping rough, that it almost felt as though his whole life had fallen out as it had to bring him to this moment. This sort of contentment felt like it must have shone through his very skin, giving him an otherworldly glow. He'd never known anything like it.

And as he sat cross-legged on the couch with his back against the arm and his body facing Elliot, he found that he did want to touch and be touched. It was more about connection than sex, though, at least for now; he just wanted to be closer to Elliot, who seemed to have bottomless chasms all around him to keep him safe rather than just a personal bubble. Head tilted to one side, eyes big and curious with pupils so huge that they blacked out the slate blue of his irises, he shuffled closer to where Elliot sat and slid his fingertips lightly from Elliot's shoulder to his elbow. John had never, ever touched him before, not even by accident.]

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Five-nine. [John repeated dully, as if Elliot had just gravely disappointed him.] Not even in the double digit inches, huh. Great. I'm a goddamn midget.

[How had John's thoughts even gotten to that point? Maybe Elliot would never find out, because he stormed away with the same strong sense of purpose in his strides. He had to buy something, even if it all fit strangely.

He kept the selection minimal out of respect for Elliot's budget (which he didn't actually know, but his choice of neighborhood said a lot), just the absolute basics for the season, since he probably wouldn't be able to pack much around for the future when he left. Deep down, he still didn't really trust that this set up would last very long, so he refused to plan even as far ahead as a month or two. The most important find of the day was a pair of boots that were somehow at the perfect point of being broken in but without having lost most of their tread; John would have killed a man for them several times over in the past few years.]


Done. [He appeared behind Elliot again, his few items lining the bottom of a cart.] Find anything cool?
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[personal profile] biocable 2016-08-25 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
Peter practically snorted in laughter at the idea of being respected. Sure, there were plenty of people in the city who saw Spider-Man as the hero that it needed, someone to do what NYPD just wasn't doing and someone to speak out for those who couldn't for themselves. But, there was also a large amount of people who thought that fighting crime was best left to New York's finest and that Spider-Man was doing nothing more than meddling in places that he had no business being involved in to begin with. What were to happen if all these people that he came up against thought he wasn't anything more than some troublesome kid with a complex.

Peter wanted to help make a difference, but he just couldn't fit himself into the plan that Elliot was laying out for him -- it seemed he'd end up more than a hinderance than an actual ally.

"Have you read the papers lately, dude? There's a lot more people who think I'm a menace to society than somebody who's doing any good. And I got a feeling that these E Corp guys are somewhere in that group, too." Peter shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "You want somebody that people will actually respect and listen to, then you probably need to be calling up Captain America or IronMan. I'd be of better use to you as Peter Parker, and that's not really saying much."

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-25 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah, tons. I'll be good for awhile. [His cart was not full of tons by a longshot, but he had at least two of everything he'd need to allow for laundry days, and even a decent set of pyjamas.

Frowning, he blew a stream of breath at one of the long sheafs of golden brown hair that perpetually hung in his face, only to have it fall right back into his face as anyone could've guessed.]


I gotta get this shit cut sometime, but that's not life or death.

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-25 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[He didn't pull away. He was definitely watching very closely, so closely that it made John's heart pound and flutter all at once, but he didn't pull away. There was just that calm question, Elliot's voice an even slower, sleepier murmur than usual, which sent a pulse of warmth through John's veins. Was everything about Elliot more intense right now, from the laser focus of his eyes to the hypnotic rasp of his voice, or was that the Molly?

John didn't know, of course, but he was enraptured. He slid the fabric of Elliot's shirt between his fingertips, certain he could pick out and count every single thread in the fabric if asked. Then he finally looked up into Elliot's gaze, ready to answer him until the wrong words spilled out of his mouth.]


Can I kiss you? I really wanna kiss you. [Not at all when he meant to say, and not even what he'd been thinking of when he told Darlene that he would broach the topic of his attraction. But his eyes slid down to Elliot's mouth, the full upper lip which slightly overlapped the lower, and he couldn't deny what he'd said, either. He really did want to kiss Elliot, and had for awhile.]

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-25 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[John shrugged, raking the hair out of his face with a hand, but it was too clean now to stay in place when he did that and just flopped right back again.]

Fuck. Hair's so annoying. You've got the right idea. [He glanced pointedly at Elliot's hair, nearly shaved clean off but for the strip down the middle; kind of a weird hairstyle, but he could see the practicality of it now.

Not all that interested in seeing the total of what he'd bought - he was an odd blend of opportunistic and proud, the sort of person who felt better about stealing than being given charity like this - John stood back and out of the way while Elliot bought his new clothes. Not until he'd watched a financial exchange happen from a great enough distance to miss the numbers did he move closer again, grabbing the bags to carry himself.]


Thanks, Dad. [Just one more little game to play with the volunteers, this time the cashier, who tried to hide the massive double-take she did at the exchange and failed. John snorted loudly, then led the way out of the store.]
Edited 2016-08-25 17:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-26 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Noticing the silence that followed her question, Daisy looked up at him as she stirred her coffee.]

What? Are you like, hacking the FBI or something?

[She keeps her voice low, despite the fact that she's just teasing him.]

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-26 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was happening. It was really, actually happening. John didn't have the presence of mind to be nervous, of course, but a sharp little tingle did start to skitter up and down his spine as he shifted into a crouch for a better angle. The prickle of Elliot's closely-shaved hair felt like tiny needles under his fingertips as John tried to decide where to settle his hands, starting with the back of Elliot's head and then shifting to his face, palm cupped along his sharp jawline.

Maybe he was a bit nervous, even while flying this high.

A very strong part of him wanted to sling a leg over Elliot's lap and straddle him, but he managed to overrule it, deciding maybe he should wait until he'd seen the reaction to the kiss; pinning someone down was a pretty major violation of their personal bubble, after all. So at last, he leaned in and kissed Elliot with his mouth already slightly open, a tiny noise escaping him the moment their lips made contact.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-26 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
We?

[F-Society hadn't been formed yet the last time she and Elliot had spoken.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-27 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Save the world from...?

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2016-08-28 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Those seconds felt just as long to John, because he had no idea if Elliot would kiss back or if this would be a totally failed experiment, one that would probably haunt his memory to the end of his days even if he did have the excuse of their both being high. He never took any sort of rejection well, which was a massive part of why he held himself so far from others emotionally.

But then Elliot started to respond, first with his mouth and then with that gentle touch, which sent shivers through John's entire body: pleasure, yes, but with something else layered just underneath. He let out a soft, high-pitched sound and pressed closer to Elliot, tongue nudging demandingly at his lips, one hand still scratching at his short hair while the other settled on his shoulder for John to anchor himself.

He wanted to pause this moment and live in in forever, but he wanted to know what might come next even more.]
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[personal profile] morethan084 2016-08-29 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Brows knitted together, Daisy looks up when their food is brought to them. She thanks the waitress and waits until she's out of ear shot.]

....Yeah? I feel like I'm missing something. I mean, it's been like that for as long as we've been alive.

[She got into hacking to try and find her parents and while she considered herself a hacker. A great one, actually. There was parts of hacker culture she didn't quite get.]

It's kind of a vague plan.

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