Oliver and Elio fanfic
He stared at Oliver's stoic profile, biting his lip until he tasted blood. The older man's skin was tanned, with a golden hue almost blinding, far superior to his own. Elio looked away, feeling sad. He knew he had made Oliver upset, and since he rarely saw him lose his temper, the once had been scary. But he would rehash it all over again if Oliver would just talk to him. Look at him even. He yearned for his touch, his large, strong hands grasping his neck as the kissed. He wanted to wrap his skinny arms around his neck and be lifted up by his sheer girth. But Oliver remained cold at the breakfast table, making occasional conversation with Mr. Perlman about the hike they were yet to go on. Elio straightened in his white wicker chair. Enough. He decided to try something a little more drastic. He grabbed the cheese knife from the table and a piece of brie, proceeding to shave some onto his toast, when he suddenly twisted it slightly and blood spurted from his finger all over his plate. "Elio!" his mother gasped, her own chair toppling over as she rushed over. Elio put on a look like he was about to cry and feebly held his finger up to Mrs. Perlman, sneaking a sideways glance at Oliver. Oliver's face was visibly worried, all outer anger wiped off, hands slightly stretched toward the young teenager. Elio smiled inwardly and snatched his hands away from his mother. "I'm okay, Mama! I'll just wash it off!" he said bravely. Ignoring her protests, Elio got up and walked quickly inside to the kitchen, which was thankfully blocked from the view of the garden. Oliver hesitated. Then, shaking his head, he excused himself with a shake of his head as if to say, Oh, kids! I'll just check on him, don't you worry! and left his seat. In the kitchen, Elio was leaning against the counter, squeezing his index finger with his left hand, and silently praying that his plan had worked. Not soon enough, Oliver walked in. He saw Elio and frowned, then all of a sudden took his wrist and gently walked him over to the sink, putting his finger under the light stream of cold water. Elio shivered at his touch and looked up into Oliver's mesmerizing green eyes, waiting for him to speak first. Oliver stayed quiet for a few seconds, then finally sighed, irritated, looking down at Elio. "Are you okay?" he inquired shortly. Elio smiled. "Yeah, I-" "I thought you were worldly. Didn't know you couldn't cut cheese without causing a bloodbath." Elio grinned, delighted at the badly masked worry in Oliver's voice. "I love you," Elio whispered. Oliver stiffened, then his shoulders relaxed. He ripped a paper towel from the roll and gingerly patted Elio's finger, moving his hand from Elio's up his arm and then slowly up his chest, landing softly at his collarbones. They brought their foreheads together slowly, as if they were both thinking the exact same thing just then. Call me by your name, and I'll call you by mine.
