Lusting For Elliot

:Part Two: Chapter Nineteen

~Chapter Nineteen~

People chose rooms rather quickly, with everyone bunking with someone. Unfortunately for Elliot, he found himself at a disadvantage as all the rooms had been eaten up. He joined Chris guys and took up a sleeping bag on the floor. He said he was well alright with that.

We enjoyed a hearty lunch outside by a roaring fireside with a guitar passing round for anyone who wanted to play it. Chris had us all clapping and laughing with dirty rhymes and crazy ideas. Laughter was a constant where we were.

And then Elliot had the guitar, and he nearly passed it to his brother if it wasn't for Chris. "Hell no," he said. "You're not passing it until you sing something, damn it. You're actually one of the few with a voice; all pun intended Elaine."

Elaine stood to go for what she'd threatened to do earlier on, causing Chris to jump out of his seat, but I held her down as people cheered her on. "Hold on, dear," I said. "Don't worry, I know a way we can jump them tomorrow. He'll never know what hit him."

Elaine threw Chris a glare but grinned anyway. I knew she was already seeing it. Elliot, with the coaxing of everyone, grumpily took the guitar. I wondered what he could do, wondered just what he'd sing, and then his fingers started thrumming. First a cord here, a sharp, out of tune sound that called for an adjustment, and then he thrummed a slow, melodious tune. He paused.

I didn't notice I was holding my breath until Elaine's fingers wound with mine. Elliot looked downright lust worthy with the fire light turning him golden, and contrasting quite well with the sharp blue of his eyes. And the lips: good God, no wonder I was always in a haze by the time we were done studying.

His lower lip jutted out more in concentration, and the ever engorged pink lips looked fuller and tempting, as did the glance he lifted to me. Guys shouldn't have longer lashes: it made for devils tempting angels.

And then Elliot was thrumming, playing a song most of us knew very well. The base and quick strums made deep impressions that quickly raised the excitement only Budapest could bring. Fingers passionately stroked the guitar as if loving the body of a lover. The song unconsciously called for such thoughts, stirring the passion of others. Elliot started singing. Deep, melodious and so not society approved. And we all started singing.

People sang out of range, others sang out loud just for just for the effect of the moment, but Elliot was playing all the way. And I just watched him like the fool I was, falling deeper and deeper for a pair of big googly eyes and voice that rivalled the cooling autumn weather.

As the beat slowed, Elliot glanced up, long lashes parting with lids to steal my breath away with the brilliant eyes that had pulled me in all this time, and the words he sung dropped to the very deepest part of me. I was amazed he'd managed to get the guitar version of the song.

Elliot stared straight at me, conveying the message he'd whispered to me earlier. Elliot smirked; I barely stopped my grin as I chewed on my lower lip.

As Elliot passed the guitar onwards, the autumn weather finally pinched at my cheeks. No, that was Meredith who'd come around and was demanding we go set the play in motion. My eyes widened and all three of us giggled.

"Hey, guys, we're off," Elaine said, so smoothly everyone knew something was up.

Jonny glared at me. "No cheating," he said. I grinned.

"It's called inspecting the field," I said. "Try it sometime."

"Anyone here wants to go inspect the field?" this Chris said, pointedly staring at Elliot. Something passed between them, Elliot rolling his eyes, and then he sighed.