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Miguel raised his eyebrows, lips twitching around the edge of a smile. The dramatics were always funny as hell to him, the way Eli, who could stay stone-faced during an actual fight, would unravel into a shrieking mess over a child beating him at a video game.
"Literally just flank, it’s not that hard," Eli snapped, his free hand slicing through the air in sharp, emphatic gestures as though Demetri might miraculously understand better through pure force of motion. "Jesus fucking Christ. No, no — don’t—"
Listening to the rapid-fire clack of plastic under Eli’s fingers, that frenzied staccato tapping that meant he was either about to win spectacularly or die in the most humiliating way possible, his eyes drifted down, following the sound almost without thinking, until they landed on the controller balanced between Eli’s hands. The way his thumbs moved — fast, precise, almost impatient — made something flutter low in Miguel’s stomach.
Or: Miguel loves his days off — just existing with his boyfriend, no obligations. But it drives him crazy that Eli would rather spend that time gaming than paying attention to him. All Miguel really wants is for Eli to put down the controller and put those hands on him instead.