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Michael wasn't nervous, not really. Okay, maybe he was a little nervous.

He was also cooking dinner. Not a gourmet meal - it was spaghetti and meatballs with salad and garlic bread, but he'd made the sauce from a recipe from one of the pediatric nurses and it tasted pretty good.

He'd never been allowed in the kitchen while he was growing up - part of his mother's irrational fears, he was sure. No doubt she'd been positive that simply by being around food, he'd get his unnaturalness into the food and somehow poison his sisters into being like him.

Michael was coming to realize that his mother needed help, and a lot of it, but he wasn't in the position to suggest it. He could just hope that one day she'd get it for whatever plagued her mind and realize what she'd lost. Him.

If she didn't? He could be content with it. He was happier here in Siren Cove than he'd ever imagined being and he had someone who liked him for who, and what, he was.

And he had a damned fine dinner cooking on the stove, fresh garlic bread just out of the oven, and a great guy coming over to eat, probably grade papers, and hopefully stay for breakfast.

Yeah, he could live with that just fine.

Date: 2014-10-15 03:15 am (UTC)
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The text message from Michael couldn't have come at a better time. It's been a hellacious week at school. Testing periods always were, and it's nearing mid-way through the semester. Book reports were coming in, report cards were out, and he was preparing for the holiday projects to be assigned. Parents were calling because of failing students, and all the headaches that come with the rewards of teaching are finally being felt. There's nothing he loves more than his students, but sometimes even Eli doesn't mind a relaxing evening from all the ripping and running.

Michael texting him to come over, even offering for Eli to bring the inevitable stack of grading that's always covering the coffee table in his living room this time of year, was literally the perfect thing. And it's just nice. Eli hasn't had a serious boyfriend since moving back to Siren Cove, and well, he isn't sure if Michael and him are serious. It's only been a short time. But it feels like they definitely have an awesome thing happening between them. Something that could be serious.

He heads into Michael's building after he parks in the lot outside his complex. He has his papers. He really hopes Michael doesn't mind that he opted for comfort tonight rather than dressing up. He just put on the first t-shirt and track pants he could find, grabbed his messenger bag, and headed over. Ready to see Michael at the end of a long day. Once he's standing in front of Michael's door, he knocks a couple of times and waits for him to answer.
Edited Date: 2014-10-15 03:15 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-10-16 02:12 am (UTC)
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Upon hearing Michael tell him the door is unlocked, Eli enters the apartment and he's greeted with the warm delicious scent of dinner being prepared and the comforting sounds of Michael rummaging around in the kitchen. It reminds Eli of going over to see Grandma Rose. That comforting signal of being at home but he isn't dwelling on it. Mostly he's impressed Michael is cooking because he remembers that he's said he doesn't.

He dumps off his bag on the sofa and heads into the kitchen. He sees all the platters and all the food happening on the stove. "You cooked all of this?" Eli asks geuniunely surprised maybe, as he goes over to greet Michael at the counter, feeling the need to get close since he hasn't seen him all day.

Date: 2014-10-16 09:17 pm (UTC)
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Eli is completely won over by most food related gestures, but Michael learned to cook a meal. He is beyond touched and impressed because he himself is terrible in the kitchen, and he kisses Michael back when he greets him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "No, we have to eat it!" he says with a smile, knowing if it's bad he's eating the entire plate anyway. No matter what Michael says. "It smells good though. You cook too. I am totally liking you more every day." And that's true.

After another kiss he makes a face. "It was good. Busy. I have a stack full to grade but I dunno. Maybe it can wait."

Date: 2014-10-17 01:35 am (UTC)
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"They would be happy. I'm grading math tests. I could just tell them I had a doctor's appointment," he offers with a grin, and he grabs the warm bread from the counter and follows Michael over to the table. He places a hand on Michael's back, joining him.

He smiles, giving a nod. "I guess that doesn't sound terrible. Especially the dessert part." He looks over the table with all the food laid out. It looks delicious. "I'm amazed by this. You're winning points here."

Date: 2014-10-17 02:28 am (UTC)
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"Oh definitely," Eli says, picking up the wine from the table, laughing along at Michael's joke. He sips at the drink, savoring the taste. He knows it's a joke, but he doesn't know anything that would make him want to kick Michael anywhere. At this point he's almost too good, too perfect for him.

"The points would. And obviously your incredible bed head in the mornings."

Date: 2014-10-17 03:04 am (UTC)
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"If you're trying to win me over with food, this is going to go really well for you. I promise," Eli says, as Michael places a scrumptious looking plate of spaghetti in front of him. He looks up at him with a smile. "Thank you. Everything's great." This is exactly what he hoped for tonight, and just a few minutes here, he's already forgotten most of the stresses of the week. He's looking forward instead to that dessert and, who knows, more since Michael is prepared to make breakfast. 

He picks up his fork swirling it through his pasta and takes a bite. "I like my eggs over easy," he offers with a smirk, as he swallows...and it's delicious.

Date: 2014-10-19 02:48 pm (UTC)
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Eli smiles, digging into his food with a little more vigor. It really is delicious, and he's still warmed by Michael taking the time to learn to cook for him. "Well I wouldn't want that. Maybe I'll learn how to do the eggs. That sounds like a good trade-off. Plus I need something to do while you are sleeping the morning away," he jokes as he swirls his fork in for another bite.

"Besides watch you sleep...."

Date: 2014-10-19 06:56 pm (UTC)
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He laughs as always enjoying the easy repore between them, and he picks up his wineglass too taking a drink. "I can't help it. You look too cute. I've got the pictures to prove it," he says grinning. He puts his glass down and picks back up his fork. "So I think you have to stop saying you can't cook. This is delicious."

Date: 2014-10-23 04:58 pm (UTC)
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Breaking off a piece of garlic bread and tossing it into his mouth, Eli shakes his head quickly. "I definitely won't mind. I think you'll be an expert in no time. I shall now buy you a pie recipe book and see what that gets me. Hopefully coconut cream. That could be my favorite. Maybe. Possibly," he says, grinning with a toothy smile.

Date: 2014-10-24 01:30 am (UTC)
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He uses his napkin to dab away the crumbs from his mouth, thoroughly stuffed with good food, and he places it down on the table. Stretching a moment in his chair, he sighs a sigh of momentary contentment. "Yes, I'd love that," he agrees, laughing as he stands up from his seat. "Any kind. As long as you're waiting with it." He leans down to kiss Michael on the mouth.

Date: 2014-10-25 03:51 am (UTC)
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"No way," Eli tells him bringing their mouths back together, resting his hand on the back of the chair. Definitely not going anywhere if Michael's going to kiss him like that. "You're not really going to make me grand papers tonight, are you?" he asks leaning away with a hopeful grin.

Date: 2014-10-25 02:02 pm (UTC)
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He doesn't see how he's expected to grade papers or anything else, truly, if Michael's going to kiss him this way. It's been a long week, and kissing him, his boyfriend, all night seems like a mighty good plan. He pulls away some, looking at his face. "What if I just give them all A's" he jokes, kissing him again on the lips, then he sighs as he stands. "Thank you for dinner..." he says. "I'll go in the living room, but I'm making no promises about work."

Date: 2014-10-25 07:59 pm (UTC)
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Eli did oblige Michael's demands that he work. But just barely. He was tired and comfortable being here with Michael that all he wanted to do was stretch out. He did manage to get a stack of papers graded though by the time Michael leaned over waving cake in his face. "Mmmhm. Always for cake and you're not so bad either," he says with a smile. Before anything else can be said he eats the bite from the fork. "Delicious. Come sit," he says.

Edited Date: 2014-10-25 08:00 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-10-27 12:44 am (UTC)
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He shrugs, placing the papers down on the coffee table when Michael joins him on the couch. He had done as much as was going to get done tonight. "I got some done. I'll be able to finish it up tomorrow. 'Cos I'm going to let you distract me for the rest of the night," he says.
Edited Date: 2014-10-27 12:44 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-10-30 01:10 am (UTC)
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He laughs, shaking his head, as he picks the fork back up to grab another bite. "That's cute," he says of Michael's teasing, but he grins back at him. "No. Come on, I think there will be kissing involved. But after I finish your cake...." He holds up the fork, still grinning.

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