A/N: Hello Eclare fans! I'm back with another oneshot! This idea came from superfresh. Thanks so much for the wonderful idea! I hope it turned out the way you wanted!


Tense Muscles

"Aren't you the one who's normally blindfolded?" Eli rubbed his eyes through the bandana that was tied over them. He didn't like not knowing where he was going.

Now he knew how Clare felt.

"Eli, stop whining." Clare took one hand off the wheel and intertwined her fingers with Eli's. He smiled.

"Hey, hey. Both hands on the wheel Edwards. That's the way Morty likes it."

"Whining." Clare said in a sing-song voice. Eli sighed and tried to relax a little. His face contorted as he rotated his shoulders and his muscles pinched together. Lately he had been really tense and Clare had noticed that when hands were roaming places.

Eli slowly lifted a hand to his blindfold so he could slip it off but Clare yelled, startling him and causing him to drop his hands and clench the seat as Morty swerved a bit.

"Alright alright," he muttered, his heart slamming against his ribcage. "I'll leave the damn blindfold on. Just keep Morty on the road." Clare smiled and patted his stiff arm.

"Good. You wouldn't want me to crash your baby, right?" Eli groaned.

"Don't even joke like that."


Clare's hands sat on Eli's hips as she steered him towards their destination, the blindfold still covering his eyes. Eli smiled and covered her hands with his own, allowing his girlfriend to push him gently towards wherever they were going.

"Watch out, there's a step." Eli lifted a Converse clad foot and stepped up onto the sidewalk, the chains hanging from his jeans clinking together. Clare took a hand off of his hip to open the door in front of them, the bell ringing, and ushered Eli inside, following close behind him.

"Okay, you can take off your blindfold now." Eli slipped the blindfold off of his eyes and

his mouth dropped.

"C-clare," he sputtered, glancing around the room decorated with warm colors and dimmed lights. "Why are we in a...spa?"

"Because." Clare sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes. "You need to relax some and I thought this was the perfect way."

"I don't really do spas…" He trailed off as she walked up to the desk, talking to the lady and checking them in. She sat in a chair on the other side of the room and beckoned Eli over. He pressed his lips together and went to sit next to her.

A few minutes later, a man emerged from the door on the far side of the room, spotting Clare and smiling widely.

"Clare-bear!" He held his arms out for a hug. Clare grinned and ran up to him, wrapping her arms around him. Eli raised an eyebrow and walked over to her.

"Hi Zeke."

"I must say, Clare, you look beautiful today." She pulled back from the hug and looked down, blushing. Eli narrowed his eyes and stared at Zeke. His blonde hair was cut short, and he wore a form-fitting white v-neck. Eli figured that he must work out daily because his muscles were so large and it looked like if he moved too much, he'd rip his shirt. His black slacks were wrinkle-free and his white Nike's were void of dirt or scuffs.

Zeke pulled Clare into his side and kissed the top of her head. Eli clenched his fists as he watched.

"Zeke, this is my boyfriend Eli." The blonde smiled at Eli and stuck his hand out.

"Nice to meet you!" Eli slowly extended his hand and they shook.

"Yeah. Um…you too." Clare looked up at Zeke, smiling.

"Ready?"

"Sure am. Right this way!" Clare and Eli followed Zeke down the hallway, past the closed curtains and the sauna. He led them into an open room, giving them towels to change into, and left, closing the curtain behind himself.

"Clare, I don't know about this." Eli said quietly as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Trust me Eli."


Eli groaned as skilled hands massaged his back.

"Yeah. Right there." He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the massage, just enjoying it and forgetting that it was a man whose hands were dancing along his spine. Clare was right, this did feel good and he could feel his tense muscles unwinding.

"Oh, Zeke. Mmm, yeah. That feels really nice." Suddenly, Eli wasn't enjoying his massage so much anymore. Just the thought of another man's hands on Clare made his blood boil. And the fact that she was enjoying it and making those noises…it made the situation even worse. He tried to close his eyes and ignore it, but the sighs and moans tumbling from Clare's lips made it impossible.

"Alright, stop!" Eli yelled. His masseuse's hands suddenly came to a halt on his back and Eli rolled on his side, glaring at Zeke. "Take your hands off of her! I don't appreciate you trying to steal my girlfriend from me and only I get to make her make sounds like that!" Both Clare and Zeke smiled, and then Zeke started laughing.

"This isn't funny!" Eli growled. Clare chuckled.

"It kind of is. Eli…Zeke is gay." Eli glanced between Clare and Zeke and laid back down.

"Carry on." He muttered meekly.


"Thanks for stopping by again Clare-bear! I'm glad I could help you and your boyfriend." Clare hugged Zeke again and Eli stood awkwardly against the wall, his hands jammed in his pockets.

"Eli, say bye to Zeke," Clare sung, amusement in her voice.

"Bye," Eli murmured. Zeke grinned and clapped a hand onto Eli's no-longer-tense back.

"Goodbye Elijah. Oh, and don't worry. I'm not going to steal Clare. I've got my own." He winked at Eli and Eli smiled nervously.

Well, at least his back wasn't hurting anymore.


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