Would you mind doing either "Jealousy doesn't look good on you" or "I think you are in love" for Jonelias?
Elias’ hand is a pleasant weight on his hips. If he keeps embarrassing him in front of his donors, though, he’s going to set the whole party on fire.
“Jealousy really doesn’t look good on you, you know that?” Jon grumbles, trying his best to keep his voice down. He can’t tell if people are staring. The back of his neck is burning. He’s suddenly regretting not wearing more layers. People…probably can’t see the collar. Especially not from far away. But it’s a heavy weight around his neck, and he worries if it could jingle loud enough to raise some eyebrows.
His teeth gnaw at his bottom lip. For multiple reasons, only some of which are anybody’s business.
“You’re right. It suits you far more than it does me.” Elias hums, taking a sip of his obscenely expensive wine. He thinks this whole place costs more than he’s made in his entire life. God, he hates rich people. He can’t believe he’s letting one fuck him. Georgie would kick him down the stairs.
“Since when have I gotten jealous?” He scoffs, fidgeting with the stupid tie that feels like it might strangle him. Elias had tried to insist on wearing something else, clothes that made his chest hurt, but a suit was far more practical. And it’d raise a lot less eyebrows. God knows Elias loved being unprofessional with him. The earrings were bad enough, even if they made him giddy. He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten jealous. Elias had a husband, for God’s sake, and he didn’t even say a peep.
“Whenever I went more than five minutes without paying you attention.”
Jon rolls his eyes. His hand goes up to tug on his collar without thinking about it, before putting it back down. Damn habits. Elias smiles at him knowingly. “I don’t know why you’re so pressed about it. You said it was, what, open?”
“Of course. I just don’t want anyone to forget who you belong to.”
For a moment, his hand goes to the back of his neck. Scritches at the bottom of his scalp, so gently. He can suddenly feel several eyes on them, burning a hole in the back of his neck. Far too many people wondering what he was doing.
His hand falls back down, and Elias smiles at him. Professional and composed.
“I’m looking forward to taking you home, Jon.”
“I really hate you sometimes, you know that?”
Elias chuckles softly, wiping a bit of hair out of Jon’s face. “You’re a horrible liar.”
He can still feel people staring. He doesn’t think he hates it as much as he wants to.