"That gun will be close enough if I really think I need it, but I won't." He mumbled, pressing against the tense muscles, willing him to relax. "The more you stress out, the more tense you'll be when you turn and then you might damn well freak out."

He shifted around, leaning down and letting his lips brush against his ear. "What happens if I'm right huh? Can I please say I told you so if tonight turns out perfectly fine?" He shifted a bit again so he could manage to press his lips over the mark on Eliot's shoulder.