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Elijah's got that grin on his face that he carries when something naughty is about to happen. He's had it since the interview was over. Sean takes Elijah's shoulders and gently pushes him back against the tree they'd just posed in front of. "We should've kissed for the camera," Sean says warmly, and Elijah laughs, a high-pitched hysterical sound. "I thought about it," he answers, rubbing his fingers down Sean's jeans. "You look so fucking good." They kiss for a long, hot moment, and Sean's fingers work over Elijah's fly. "Gonna take care of you, Elwood." Elijah closes his eyes. |