Fics like Professor Coldwater: Social Maladjustment 101

"I’ve been thinking about you,” Eliot continues, and Quentin’s heart nearly stops in his chest. Warning bells, sirens, flashing signs—this is not good. Not good. “Well—don’t. Stop,” Quentin says. The top few buttons on Eliot's shirt are undone and how is he supposed to just be an adult and say no to this? Eliot cracks a small smile, sliding just a little bit closer. "Don't stop?" he says. “Eliot—just—please go back to the bar. You don’t really want this.” Eliot frowns. “I’m a big boy, Professor,” he says, huffing out a breath. “I know what I want. The question is,” Eliot continues, Quentin holding his breath as Eliot leans into his space, “What do you want?” Quentin’s mouth goes dry as his brain spins with acceptable responses. For you to go back to Brakebills and sober up—A nice cold glass of water—A redo of the last five years—An actual responsible adult—but what comes out is, “What I want doesn’t matter.” Eliot’s face grows softer, the frown disappearing and his eyes searching Quentin’s face. “It does to me,” he says quietly. Cold fingers encircle Quentin's palm, and he closes his eyes as Eliot slots their fingers together and squeezes.

Fics like Professor Coldwater: Social Maladjustment 101

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