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Michael lead the way up the stairs to his second floor apartment and dug out his keys when they approached his door. "I don't think it's all that messy, but no promises. It's the maid's year off," he joked with a smirk over his shoulder. "I dusted a few months ago, so it might not be that bad."

He opened the locks and pushed open the door, indicating that Eli should go ahead into the apartment before closing the door behind them.

After a quick look around, he sighed a little in relief. At least he'd remembered to clean up the kitchen when he'd gotten home from work so his breakfast dishes weren't still sitting there. That was, he thought, something.

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"You're lucky there was anything edible in there," Michael teased, then reached up to hook a hand behind Eli's neck and pull him down to him. "I'd say the same to you, but you're all up and put together. Apparently I'd have to stay up all night to see how you look first thing in the morning."

Then he put his mouth on Eli's and kissed him deeply.

Eli only smiles, sighing a little when Michael pulls him into the kiss. His mouth is warm and minty, and it leaves Eli with a buzz in his head. It's just as amazing as last night. He leans away after but not too far, keeping his eyes on him. "Can I tell you something?" Eli mutters at him but barely waits for an answer. "I really like you..."

"You're just here for my banana," Michael replied, smiling around the kiss until he's chuckling so much over the double entendre he has to break the contact to breathe. Not wanting to discount Eli's words, though, Michael pulls him closer and pecks his lips again. "I'm glad you do, Eli, because I really like you, too. A lot."

It was a little more than that - more than he'd ever felt in his life - but he wasn't about to scare Eli off with too much too soon. There was no need to rush anyhing; neither of them were going anywhere.

Even though he's guessed already that Michael isn't exactly pushing him to go home, it's still nice to have it confirmed. Because Eli definitely likes Michael. It's unnerving actually how much he does, how easy it is. He smiles against his mouth, pressing another kiss to his lips in response. It's unnerving but it's also nice. He pulls away with a chuckle. "Well, you were still asleep. So I had to settle for the banana in the kitchen," he says, leaning back up.

For a moment, Michael had a mental image of being awakened by Eli's kisses, his hands, and his body gave a delighted little shiver. "On the off chance this happens again, you should probably know that even if I don't naturally wake up early, I'm not grumpy if someone wakes me up."

He pulled away enough to look into Eli's eyes. "And, in case it wasn't clear, I really hope this happens again."

“Oh really?” Eli says, eyebrows raised, grinning back at him. “I’ll keep that in mind. For next time.” Because they were definitely going to do this again. And many times after that too as far as Eli is concerned. He’d truly meant what he said. He really likes Michael, and last night had been the best date he’s had in years. Possibly ever. No, definitely ever. It just felt right. At the thought, he puts his hand at Michael’s face, petting the poor guy’s extreme bedhead, with a smile. “So. What’re you doing today?” he asks.

"No real plans," Michael told him, enjoying the little touches as much as the kisses, "it's my day off, or as much of one as I ever get, but I'm not on call or anything. How about you? Garden work today?"

"No. Not today. But I may drown myself in grading papers later on since someone kept me out all night yesterday," he says with a smile. "It's very exciting if you wanna come watch." He nearly doesn't since they spent all night together yesterday but if Michael's off he would enjoy the company.

"It sounds it," Michael replied, "but are you sure I wouldn't be distracting? I'd hate to be responsible for blowing the bell curve for some deserving student because their teacher wasn't paying full attention as he worked."

To be dead honest, he wouldn't mind watching Eli fold clothes or do pretty much anything. Just being with him he felt...normal in a way he never had been before. Freer. More what he thought normal people must be like.

Eli fiddles with Michael's hair a second longer before leaning down for another quick kiss. "Oh. I'm sure you'll be distracting. But they're fifth graders. I don't think you need to be that concerned about the bell curve," he tells him with a smile.

"I don't know. I'd hate to be responsible for the downfall of some poor kid's academic future because I was kissing the teacher's neck while he was supposed to be grading," Michael returned, trying for a contrite expression but there was too much smirk in it to be completely convincing.

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