Don’t let Leo see. That was the only thing currently on Elliot’s mind as he lay there in bed, gripping the edge of his sheets so tightly that his knuckles were starting to turn white. Whatever happened, he could not let Leo discover his problem. Sure it was a natural thing, especially for someone his age and gender, but what had caused it was an entirely different matter. No doubt if Leo saw, he would most likely be able to piece together what had brought Elliot to his new state of arousal when actually thinking about it; sometimes Leo was too smart for his own good. Now he just had to feign falling asleep as quickly as possible so that his friend would not bother him anymore and everything would be back to normal in the morning so that Leo would still be left in the dark as to what happened.
Unfortunately for Elliot, laying there with his eyes squeezed shut was not doing him any good at all, for he was still thinking about Leo in a far from innocent way. In fact, his thoughts became more graphic in nature as the seconds ticked by. Elliot was afraid to even steal a glance at his valet now. He just had to concentrate on something completely unrelated to that and will himself to sleep; not an easy feat by any means. He could not even do anything to make this go away.
This was just fantastic. What was he going to do now? Leo wanted him to get up and turn off the light since he had been the last one up. Damn that stupid rule. Damn it to hell and back. There were many petty arguments about the light agreement they had come up with the first day they had moved into their dormitory, but it was something that was always settled in the end. They could freely argue and demand that the other get the lights until the person who was actually supposed to get them got up out of bed and did so. Elliot figured that he might as well get up and, quickly as possible, turn off the lights. It was just a few strides to the switch and, if he did that, then he would pretty much be safe. It was just getting up and getting there that was the problem.
“Fine.” Elliot grumbled, tearing his sheets back as he turned around, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up, turning his back towards Leo as he marched over to the light. It was an awkward way to make his way over to the wall with the switch, but attempting to walk normally would undoubtedly allow Leo to see. After all, Elliot was fairly well endowed and that was the last thing he wanted Leo know right now. The only unfortunate part was that once he got to the switch, he had to turn to switch off all the lights. Dammit.
Unfortunately for Elliot, the position that his valet had ended up on to begin with for sleeping was on his side, but facing the very bed Elliot was beyond reluctant to get out of. Because the light was still on, there was no sense closing his eyes and making the motions to get comfortable and allow his body to relax into the state of unconsciousness that sleep brought. So now he was simply looking at Elliot expectantly, waiting for the Nightray to either start arguing that Leo was closer and he could get the light (to which Leo would promptly remind him of their agreement and refuse to get up himself) or he’d get up and turn the light off himself. Either way, it was on Elliot to how long it would take the room to be bathed in darkness and for both of them to be allowed to go to sleep. Or rather, the one currently not dealing with an unbearable and unplanned arousal.
“Fine.”
Good, that was a potential, though however short, argument avoided. Leo just didn’t have the motivation to get in a row with Elliot over this, so he relaxed a bit finally seeing the blonde rising from his bed. In a more… rushed manner than Leo would’ve thought, for someone who a minute ago claimed he was tired.
And then Elliot really started acting strange. Leo’s eyebrows just furrowed and his lips parted slightly as he watched Elliot do this rather odd shuffle past his servant’s bed, deliberately keeping his back turned toward Leo. What exactly was he…..? Pushing himself up onto his elbow, he could see Elliot stopping within almost arms reach of the switch, but yet he seemed to be deliberating about what should be a simple enough action. To say Leo was beyond confused was an understatement. There was an obvious tinge of confused curiosity, wondering what exactly brought on this unnatural behavior for the Nightray.

“Elliot, what exactly are you doing walking like….. that?”