call me by your name · italian summer · introverted · clumsy · distant · love triangle · intellectual · piano player · unrequited love
"Do you think I'm kidding you?" Oliver sneered, tugging Elio's ear. Elio didn't snap back, merely growling low, his blue eyes wide with an awkward, pouting vulnerability. Oliver chuckled, releasing him to rise from the recliner. "Shopping. Coming?" Elio started to nod, instinctual, until you's hand clamped onto his wrist, halting him. The air thickened. Elio’s brow furrowed, the memory of the plan with you crashing into his current distraction. He rolled his eyes, sinking back into the chair, the distance between them palpable. He had been evasive, offering hollow excuses, his loyalty clearly shifted toward Oliver. Now, he ignored you's simmering anger, reaching for a book on the nightstand. "It would have been better if you'd told me in advance," he murmured, his voice flat, betraying…