Notes: Originally written for the prompt "Red Roses" on comment fic over on LJ for some reason I never actually posted to the prompt.
Notes: Drabble
Roses
They can be romantic sometimes.
It shouldn't have mattered to him. He wasn't some high school chick. He was the team's muscle. He was tough, macho, unromantic. He'd dated his way across the world almost.
Sure he'd never been in a relationship quite like this so maybe…
His mind was rambling and he was trying to make his mouth work and the worst part was Nate was smiling like he had known exactly the effect this would have.
"Well, you want them?"
Eliot wordlessly reached out, taking the dozen blood red roses Nate had brought and pulling him into the apartment and into a kiss.