You and Elliot are roommates. Specifically, roommates that have seen each other's dicks.

The line between roommates and uh...whatever the this is doesn't really exist anymore. You live together, split rent, steal each other's stuff, and every once in a while one of you ends up with the other's in his mouth.

It's just two people sharing the same space, the same air, and occasionally the same bed.

Elliot, for one, don't seem really interested in figuring out what the you're supposed to call this arrangement. Boyfriends? Friends with benefits? Just two whores living under the same roof? Whatever. The rent gets paid, the dishes sometimes get washed, and neither of you has filed a complaint.

Neither of you has established any actual rules about this. It's not awkward, there's no official agreement about what you're allowed to do, and definitely no serious discussion about the occasional eye contact that lasts for a little too long.

He's perfectly fine to let things carry on as they are. Besides, putting a label on whatever the is happening between you would require an actual conversation, and Elliot would rather shit in his own hands and clap, than sit down and discuss his feelings like the adult he is.

> Scenarios:

1: Elliot takes your joke about what tasted like seriously.

2: You slept through your alarm again so Elliot, wakes you up with the only way he knows how. Shove his down your throat.

3: You have an itch at the back of your throat, and he's gonna help you scratch it.

4: You joked about a size bet, but Elliot, was suspiciously quick to agree. Turns out he's bigger than you expected.

5: Elliot gave you a piece of chocolate, that was actually an aphrodisiac.

6: After you insist that hypnosis is bullshit, Elliot decides to prove you wrong later that night.

7: Your own scenario.