Chapter 16 #2
Racing Jackson had been a mistake. One he was paying for now, as he sat with his leg elevated, an ice pack wrapped around the ankle.
He was cursing his bad decisions, but he made a lot of those when it came to Jackson Jennings.
He knew he’d ditch the ice the second Jackson arrived.
He couldn’t stand to see actual worry in his eyes again.
That wasn’t how he wanted this afternoon to go at all.
Elliot had dressed in a pair of loose-fitting shorts and an old race T-shirt that he’d thrown on after deciding that lying around in the nude was both too desperate and potentially awkward for opening the door—that really wasn’t something he needed a straggling reporter to catch a photo of.
It felt like it had been ages since he’d left Jackson and Anders at the track. He’d had more than enough time to shower and get himself ready, and now he just felt a bit silly, icing his leg as he waited around for Jennings.
Jackson
Sorry, Anders wouldn’t stop talking. I need to shower, then do you want to head to the pool?
Jackson had been shown the waterslides a few days ago by their Italian friends and he’d taken to them with a childlike glee that was both embarrassing and adorable.
Elliot loved seeing him happy like that.
He’d noticed Jackson was carrying a weight that he hadn’t shared with Elliot.
It was in his eyes sometimes when he talked about home, and the way his body tensed every time his phone buzzed.
So, while swimming and socialising with the other athletes wasn’t Elliot’s favourite thing, he tolerated it.
It was starting to become concerning how much he would tolerate where Jackson Jennings was concerned.
Not today, though. He wasn’t letting anyone else get in the way.
Today, he had plans.
Elliot
Not today. Come to my room when you’re done.
Jackson replied with a GIF of a grinning puppy, which was a surprisingly accurate representation of his own typical expression.
Less than ten minutes later, there was a knock on his door. Elliot tossed the ice pack into the sink before rushing to fling it open. Jackson didn’t need to know how much their little competition earlier had cost him.
Jackson pushed his way inside wearing nothing but the hotel dressing gown, his hair still dripping wet. His hands immediately found purchase on Elliot’s hips as he backed him up against the wall and kicked the door closed.
Elliot just managed to gasp out “Did you walk down the corridor like this?” before Jackson’s lips were on his.
“As if I was—” Jackson breathed out between kisses. “—going to take my time—” He continued his assault down Elliot’s neck, wrenching soft mewling sounds from Elliot that he hadn’t known he could make. “—with you waiting for me like this.”
Elliot pulled at the tie of Jackson’s robe, revealing his naked body underneath. Elliot’s eyes traced the trail of light red hair that led from Jackson’s navel to his already hard cock.
His mouth fucking watered.
Jackson laved his tongue over Elliot’s collarbone as he tugged on his T-shirt. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
Laughter bubbled out of Elliot involuntarily. “Should I?” he asked, starting to lift his shirt.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jackson replied before capturing Elliot’s mouth again in a filthy kiss as he ground their hips together.
Elliot’s arm got stuck in his T-shirt as he was distracted by Jackson’s wandering hands lighting up every molecule of his body. He was so fucking desperate he couldn't think as Jackson shoved a hand roughly into his shorts, finally touching his aching hardness.
“Bed,” Elliot managed to groan, in a manner that must have been at least somewhat understandable because Jackson whirled them around, pushed Elliot down onto the bed, and crawled on top of him.
Elliot managed to extricate himself from his T-shirt as Jackson tossed his shorts halfway across the room while kissing and licking down Elliot’s abdomen to his hips before pulling back, eliciting a whine from Elliot.
Jackson teased him mercilessly, stroking and nipping at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, his taint, but never quite reaching where Elliot needed him.
“Jennings,” he groaned.
“Mmm, yes?” Jackson replied, a perfectly sunny smile on his face as he looked up at Elliot from where he’d positioned himself between his legs.
“I want…I want you,” Elliot gasped.
“Yeah? How do you want me? Because I’m really, really up for anything you want to do, but I need you to tell me what you want,” he whispered. “You're usually so mouthy that it shouldn’t be a problem.”
If he hadn’t wanted him so badly, Elliot might have shoved him off the bed for that one.
“Want you to fuck me, Jennings,” Elliot groaned. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
Jackson’s eyes darkened, and his smile turned sharper. “Is that what you were doing up here while I was talking to our coach? Were you getting yourself all nice and ready for me? For my cock?”
“Yes,” Elliot groaned. “I want it, Jennings. Fucking please. Please. I’m on PrEP, I’m tested. Please don’t make me wait.”
“God, you beg so good, Princess,” Jackson replied as his finger circled Elliot’s rim so lightly that Elliot almost couldn't stand it. “But then, even the worst insults sound lovely coming from that pretty mouth.”
If Elliot hadn’t been so turned on, the reminder of the things he’d said about Jackson in the past would have brought him crashing down. As it was, his mind was on other things.
Jackson brought his hand up to Elliot’s mouth, pulling at his lips. “Suck,” he ordered, placing two fingers in his mouth.
Elliot did. He sucked Jackson’s fingers, coating them in saliva. Jackson’s other hand continued tracing his rim, driving Elliot mad with need.
Jackson pulled back for a moment, trailing the saliva-coated fingers down Elliot’s chest, swirling them around his left nipple before pinching it, drawing a gasp from him.
Jackson grabbed for the lube and everything stopped for a moment as Elliot watched him rock back on his heels and squeeze out some of the viscous liquid before pressing his finger inside.
Even the sounds of the birds outside the window fell silent.
He moved slowly, igniting Elliot’s every sense as he added a second finger.
The room filled with the sound of their breaths, an echo of each other as they moved.
Elliot rocked his body against Jackson’s hand, desperate for more. Jackson finally took mercy on him, stretching him with practised efficiency. Elliot tossed him the condom, bracing himself for a snarky comment about being keen, but none came. Jackson seemed to be on a mission now.
Elliot rolled onto his front, unable to stand the heat in Jackson’s gaze. He pillowed his head in his hands as Jackson’s fingers dug into the flesh of his arse.
“Fuck, Owens. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Elliot couldn’t reply with more than a strangled moan as he felt the blunt head push against his entrance.
Jackson was as good as his word, kissing the back of Elliot’s neck as he pressed inside him in a long, smooth stroke.
Elliot gasped wantonly from the onslaught of sensations, smothering the sound with the pillow as he adjusted to the stretch.
After everything they’d been to each other for so long. He could hardly believe they’d ended up here. Jackson Jennings was inside him, and fuck, it felt amazing.
It felt right.
“Owens… Fuck. Can I move?”
“Yeah,” Elliot mumbled into the pillow beneath him as he rocked his hips, dragging his cock against the mattress. “Move, please.”
That was all the encouragement Jackson needed. He dragged his cock out and then pushed it back into Elliot. Nonsense fell from his mouth as he moved faster, thrusting into him like a man possessed. He maintained his grip on Elliot’s hips, fingers digging into the muscles.
“Need more of you, Princess. Let me touch you.” Jackson leaned down to whisper in Elliot’s ear before pulling him up until he was kneeling. Elliot’s flexibility was put to the test as he leaned back against Jackson’s hard chest.
Jackson held him steady as he fucked into him, one hand on his chest as the other worked the sensitive head of Elliot’s cock.
The change of angle had Elliot gasping for breath with every stroke, and he urged him faster as he rocked back desperately, all finesse gone as Jackson left sloppy kisses down the side of his neck.
He was relentless, every thrust desperate and perfect.
Jackson let out a whine as Elliot clenched around him, and the sound made him go nuclear, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to meet Jackson's pace, racing him to the finish.
“God, I’m—” Jackson trailed off as his thrusts turned erratic, and Elliot felt him pulse inside him as he filled the condom and let his head fall heavily in the crook of Elliot’s shoulder.
For a moment, they stilled. Jackson’s chest rose and fell with his harsh breaths while Elliot remained pulled tight against it, his own hands tangled with Jennings’s.
“Jennings,” Elliot groaned. “I’m so fucking close. Don’t you dare…”
“I’d never leave you hanging, Princess,” Jackson replied, his voice deep and croaky.
He released Elliot’s hands, leaving him to balance himself on his knees.
Jackson worked Elliot’s cock with one hand as he slid out of him, fingers replacing the emptiness inside of him as he stroked him faster. “Can you come for me?”
Elliot leaned back, letting Jackson take all his weight. His eyes fell shut, and he gasped for breath after breath as his rival played his body like a goddamn fiddle. He let himself go, his end crashing over him as Jackson softly kissed the shell of his ear.
Like a lover.
Like someone who mattered.
Something he could never be. Something he didn’t deserve.