384. you're like a drug that gets me high

[ill_find_a_hole]

FORBIDDEN LOVERS
You're stuck in a messed up or forbidden romance, but you can't resist the draw of it. Maybe your families are feuding, you're cheating on a lover, or you're in love with your own sibling. Whatever the reasons are, you know your relationship wouldn't be approved of by a long shot. You just can't resist the temptation though.

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[distinctive_guy]

A bad day didn't even begin to describe how Eliot's day went. The con was a success, but like every other time the team simply didn't appreciate what he had to do for them. They cared, but only long enough for him to huff out a gruff "I'm fine" before they scatter off to their own ways, not bothering to look deeper at their hitter.

Which was why Eliot finally had enough and had to take a break. He called for a two week vacation that landed him in the living room of his friend -lover? were they still that?- current establishment, shifting his weight between left foot and right, wondering if he will be welcome. He must be quite a sight when he showed up, bruised and wild looking. It was a miracle the kind lady who answered the door even let him into her establishment, his smile and "I'm looking for Neal" be damned.

He hoped he wouldn't have to wait too long before Neal got back from whatever the hell he was doing.

[atwomileradius]

June was used to seeing Neal's friends come and go from the place. Used to every once in a while see the man come in a bit beat up himself. So she merely leads him upstairs giving a knock on Neal's door before allowing Eliot into the room so he could wait.

Neal, on the other hand, wasn't gone. He was just in the shower enjoying the hot water cascading down off of his body. He hadn't even heard June's knock so he didn't know he had company.

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot thanked the good lady and waited patiently at the wooden table. However, unlike what both of them thought earlier, he could hear the shower going further in Neal's room. A few seconds of debate had him deciding to remain waiting, but he began pacing. Several more restless minutes and the hitter began rethinking his decision.

"Neal?" He called again, and when no response was forthcoming, he went to knock on the bathroom door. "Hey, Caffrey, how long are ya gonna take in there?"

[atwomileradius]

Considering that he hadn't been in there long the knock to the door causes him to start slightly. Not that he started easily to begin with. However normally it was Peter barging into his home with some stupid case or something. Something he wanted help with.

Finishing up he wraps a towel around his waist opening the door. "Tell me again why you're rui... What the hell happened to you?"

[distinctive_guy]

The sight of his lover, fully undressed if the towel was to be discounted, turned the hitter's growing scowl into a quick grin. "Just workin' the job, you know." He shrugged nonchalantly as if showing up with a bruised cheek, blackening eye, and miscellaneous cuts and bruises were normal. In a way, they were.

"So, ruinin' your shower, am I?" He arched an eyebrow, daring the forger to say something along those lines.

[atwomileradius]

"We should get you patched up some at least," he says shaking his head but the smile was evident. However at the question, he can't help but smirk.

"You could've gotten off your butt and came in to join me."

[distinctive_guy]

"I'm fine," he grumbled gruffly, hating being fussed over evident in the way he huffed at the suggestion. "It's just some cuts and bruises, nothin' that really needs attention."

He ran an appreciative eye over that well chiseled chest still dripping with water from the interrupted shower and couldn't help but leer. "I dunno, if you're concerned from just seein' me like this, havin' me take my clothes off might give your dainty heart an attack." He was a lot more bruised beneath his long sleeved shirt.

[atwomileradius]

That has him rolling his eyes a bit before he leans in and kisses him. Nice and hard. "Shut up and come join me in the nice hot shower, Eliot."

[distinctive_guy]

He didn't need much more convincing than that. That was what he liked about Neal, the man knew what he wanted.

Eliot's shirt came off to reveal a motley of bruises, worse being part of his ribs where they were coloring up horrifically, but all he did about that was throw the shirt to a corner of the bathroom. His pants followed soon after.

"Guess I can always catch you if you faint." He smirked.