Skoll had been laying there for a few minutes looking up at the ceiling. Elliot had a vintage four poster bed, his mind had already ran through many scenarios on what the two of them could do with his bed. He had been thinking about the idea of what a few d rings hooked into the ceiling studs would look like for anchor points. Then he quickly jumped up, looking for his pants. He couldn't be thinking about that. Those thoughts were ones of future plans and that was not a thing when it came to Elliot. 

"Leaving." Skoll said casually zipping up the front of his jeans. He gave up looking for his boxers. 

Elliot leaned against the frame of the bathroom door. He was still naked, standing there with all his beauty. Even more so now in Skoll's eyes because he smelt like him, was marked by him. Skoll's heart swelling even more at the thought. Yep it was time for him to go. 

"I want you to stay." Elliot said in a firm tone motioning for Skoll to get back in bed. 

"Eli." Sighed Skoll, rubbing the back of his neck. "What is this?" He motioned to them. They never fucked like that before. Elliot has never asked him to stay. Elliot had never brought him to his actual bed. "That wasn't just sex, right?" He wasn't crazy, that was different. At least he was different for him. 

Elliot moved to the bed. He patted the space next to him but Skoll didn't move from where he was standing. "When Andrew left me I told myself never again."

Elliot looked over to Skoll, "Until you." He smirked. "You were my first after my divorce. You're actually the only one since him." 

That got Skoll to sit. Elliot had never spoken about his life before. So much of him was a mystery. 

"I told myself I would never feel the way he made me feel that night he packed his bags and asked for a divorce." Elliot paused, he didn't think he would be this emotional talking about Andrew. "That's why I put up walls, made rules, told myself I didn't need a relationship because with them only came pain. I had enough pain. He left me so broken that I wasn't even sure I'd ever be able to feel that way for someone else." 

"But?" Asked Skoll, feeling like he was teetering on the edge. 

"But I do, at least I think I do." Elliot's conversation with Tonka had him all mixed up. He didn't know if he really loved Skoll or he only loved him now that he knew he wouldn't leave. 

"You think?" Skoll said harsher than he intended too. 

Elliot shifted, leaning back more on the bed but turning towards Skoll. "I mean I know I have feelings for you. I always have but I pushed them down. I buried them because I was trying to protect myself." 

"So, what changed?" 

Elliot looked up and Skoll knew. "Tonka." 

Elliot was reluctant but he nodded his head. Skoll stood up, running his hands over his head. His breathing shifted to a pant as he started to pace the room. "What did he say to you?" 

"Skoll . . ." 

"What did he say, Elliot?" 

"He told me that you love me. That you have for a long while now and . . . "

"And what?" 

"And that you weren't going to go anywhere." 

Skoll rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe it. Feelings he wasn't able to admit to himself were already confirmed by another. Much like Elliot, Skoll did his best to push down what he has always felt for Elliot. He respected what Elliot wanted and played along. He took what he could get and told himself to be happy with that. Oh, Skoll was going to kill Tonka for telling Elliot that. 

"So, this . . . this was only because Tonka told you I wasn't going to leave. That I'll keep taking whatever you give me and be happy." 

"No." Elliot stood up, "Not all of it at least." 

"What the fuck Elliot." Skoll's eyes flickered, "You know how fucked up that is right?" Calling him over here, the two of them making love. Actual love to each other because Elliot felt like he could now because he wasn't going to leave. Just useing him. 

"I do." And he did. He was torn up about it. He didn't like knowing what he knew. It wasn't right. "I don't like knowing I have this pull, this power over you. At least not this power." He tried to make a joke but it obviously didn't go over well.  

Skoll felt so exposed. 

"Skoll. I know what it looks like . . ." 

"Do you really?" Snapped Skoll. 

"I do and I do like you. I do have feelings for you. Ones that I've denied and I don't know . . ." Elliot spun around flopping back on the bed. "I feel like everything is so grey. It's always been grey with you. I don't like grey. I'm better with black and white. Simple." He sighed, "But life isn't simple."