Jeremy wasn't quite awake. He knew that. It was that stage where you are aware you are waking up but still a little asleep. So the arms wrapped around him and warm comfortable feeling that surrounded him he assumed had to do with the dream that was already fading away. It was a shame because he liked this feeling and he really didn't want to wake up and have it gone. So he snuggled closer to the warm body and tried to fall back to sleep.
He wasn't sure how long it took for him to realize that the arms weren't from a dream, that he was really in bed with someone and they were holding him. Conflict raged in his mind. He felt safe and protected. He didn't want to move and ruin this moment. It had been a long time since he had been held and he was enjoying the feeling. But another part of his was starting to freak out. He knew he was in the house with the Originals so he knew it was one of them and judging from the chest he was resting on it was one of the brothers. And since he was at least 90 percent sure he had fallen asleep in Elijah's room that made him pretty positive that the strong arms were in fact Elijah's.
He knew he should move and as quietly and gently as he could. He didn't want to wake the vampire up. But he was finding it difficult. His growing feelings for the man and the strong sensation of being safe kept him still. After several minutes a small growing ball of guilt had him starting to squirm. The guilt wasn't aimed at Elijah or the fact the he felt like it was taking a little bit of an advantage of the sleeping vampire, it was the fact that he felt so comfortable here and that it wasn't Kol.
Hadn't he just last night made up his mind that he wasn't going to act on any of the annoying prescient feelings he had. He knew it wouldn't end well. So coming to the conclusion that he was going to have to move he sighed and started to try and untangle the arms around him.
Unfortunately the sleeping vampire seemed to have other idea's. When Jeremy went to move the hand that was over him resting gently on his back the vampire made an unhappy noise and tightened his grip.
Jeremy had to bit his lip to stop himself from laughing at the scene before him. It seemed like Elijah was pouting in his sleep. The vampire was defiantly still passed out but his arms had grown stronger holding Jeremy closer.
The new the position made Jeremy blush; he was lying almost on top of Elijah. His head and upper torso laid on the upper half of Elijah's body along with on leg that had moved to cover one of Elijah's. His other leg was still on the bed, leaving Elijah's thigh putting pressure on a part of Jeremy's anatomy that he very much didn't want to take wake up right now.
Taking a breath to he again he moved his arms to either side of Elijah's body and tried pushing himself away from the vampire. The movement from his body caused him to press against Elijah and a soft noise made its way out of his mouth. "Not good, not good." He started panicking in his mind.
Using the way his body was held above the vampire he brought is other leg up, ready to swing both off the bed. The planned worked in theory but as he picked up his leg, Elijah's arms suddenly tightened the unexpected force caused Jeremy to fall on top of the vampire.
He heard Elijah a soft grunt, caused by the impact and knew the original was awake.
Jeremy wasn't sure how long the vampire had been awake, but by the fact the vampire hadn't jumped when he fell and only made a little noise, it meant that he was at least awake before Jeremy fell.
Avoiding looking at the vampire he kept his head down and pushed up for a third time. When he had is upper body off the vampire and the vampires arms didn't let go, he froze. He lifted his head and met Elijah's gaze.
There was no doubt in Jeremy's mind that Elijah was aroused. His eyes had darkened and not the veins running under eyes kind of darken. Jeremy felt his breathing pick up. "Fuck," he thought, "this is not what was supposed to happen".
They both remained locked in place. Eyes locked on each other. Jeremy could feel Elijah's breath picking up and slowly matching his own.
He knew he was hard and from the fell of something against the inside of his thigh, so was Elijah.
Deep in the back of his mind, he could hear a little voice telling him to move, to get off the vampire and leave the room. But his body had other ideas. Despite knowing he should move he didn't.
"Jeremy." His name on Elijah's lips was enough to cause him to shudder. He felt it run all the way down his spine and knew that the vampire had felt it.
He felt himself lean in and was just about to kiss Elijah, when a loud pounding on the bedroom door snapped him out of it.
It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him. And he realized the position he was in and how close his and Elijah's faces where.
He jumped off the vampire and scrambled for his clothes.
"Elijah…. I…." He didn't even know what to say so he just gathered his stuff and ran out of the room and straight into Kol. It was like a punch in the stomach, seeing Kol's face.
He tried to get something out but it was like his voice didn't work. So he just dodge around the vampire and ran into the nearest room.
He slammed the door and collapsed against it.
He didn't cry or freaking out he just sat there on the ground with his clothes in his lap. He wasn't even sure how to feel, the moment before Kol had knocked all he wanted was to feel Elijah's lips on his. It was like nothing else mattered. It wasn't until he was pulled out of it that he remembered that it wasn't a good idea to give into that desire.
" Problems?" The all too smug voice of Klaus asked.