Eliot’s life looks like a dream: he’s a wildly successful musician, touring the world with his brilliant bandmate and BFF Margo. Eliot’s secret: the last time he was truly happy, he was surviving on instant ramen and store-brand peanut butter in a ramshackle rented house with a man who, in retrospect, was the love of his life. You live and you learn. He’s made peace with it. Until, one day, Margo routes their tour through a city on the other side of the ocean—the city where Quentin lives.
Totally AU, no magic at all unless you consider music, sex, and love to be magic. And I hope you like Eliot spending time in his feelings.
NOTE: Ungracefully, I decided weeks after completing this to substantially revise the last chapter because I rushed it the first time and shortchanged a certain scene (*cough*)…and the changes push it into probably explicit territory. Sorry to be such a weirdo!
- Part 1 of Closer Series
There is a video, taken at Glastonbury, where Eliot’s mouth figures prominently. Well—that’s how Quentin sees it. Eliot is singing in the video, which is what he’s there to do, of course. His voice is honey with a touch of grit. Eliot’s body in the foreground is bathed in a spotlight and folded around his favorite guitar, writhing like a snake and sweating.
Why am I looking at this like a creep, Quentin thinks, when I can do myself one better? He opens FaceTime and calls Eliot. The next best thing to in-the-flesh, and his alone.
Quentin and Eliot, recently reunited after 7 years apart, are separated again for a month while Eliot tours Europe with his band. Quentin reflects on Eliot's mouth. Nothing bad happens.
- Part 2 of Closer Series