Chapter 25 #2
Jackson released Elliot and fumbled with the condom and lube.
For all the control he was trying to display, he was just as desperate as Elliot sounded.
Elliot clambered on top of him, placing a single kiss on Jackson’s chest before he lined himself up and lowered down achingly slowly over Jackson’s cock.
He threw his head back as he controlled his descent.
It was so good Jackson thought he might die, transcending anything he'd ever felt before. This was perfect. They were perfect.
Once Jackson was fully sheathed inside him, Elliot shot him a wicked grin before he dragged himself up his length, then down again.
Pleasure coursed through his body as his boyfriend held him down, squeezing every ounce of pleasure he could.
Moans bounced off the walls as Elliot rode him, picking up the pace, and Jackson tried to meet him thrust for thrust. The entire world had narrowed to the two of them here, in this bed.
Elliot leaned down, lowering his torso so he could kiss Jackson. It was a sloppy, filthy kiss, the two of them moaning into each other's mouths as Jackson tried in vain to maintain their rhythm while holding Elliot tight against him.
“Good boy,” Jackson murmured. “Taking me so well, Princess.”
Elliot’s eyes went impossibly dark as he stuttered out a moan. “Want to be so good for you,” he whimpered.
“You are,” Jackson replied. “You always are.”
Jackson thrust harder, reduced to his basest instincts. Elliot was gripping his arms, sweat beading on his brow, eyes closed and lips quivering as he kept his balance.
“Fuck, Jackson, can I?” Elliot wedged a hand between them, gripping his leaking cock in a vain attempt to stave off his impending orgasm.
Jackson grinned into his neck. “Yeah. God, yes. Come for me.”
All he’d seemed to need was that simple phrase. Elliot tumbled over the edge with a single tug. His cum coated Jackson’s stomach as he tightened around him. Jackson moved erratically, stars bursting behind his eyelids as he followed Elliot over.
Elliot gripped Jackson’s thighs, holding himself steady, and let out a long sigh as Jackson slid out of him, then he let himself collapse, putting all of his weight on Jackson like he was anchoring them together.
Jackson placed a soft kiss on Elliot’s shoulder. Then his jaw. Then his temple. “Let me go get you something to clean up with, Princess.”
Elliot nestled himself further into Jackson. “In a minute,” he said. “Let’s stay like this for a minute.”
Jackson sighed and wrapped his arms around Elliot’s torso. “Ok. Whatever you want.”
“Ugh, no, all sticky.” Elliot groaned, rolling off of Jackson. “I changed my mind, you may fetch a cloth.”
“Of course, your highness.” Jackson laughed as he got up slowly and went to locate a washcloth in Elliot’s en-suite.
Jackson woke early. A sliver of sunlight was streaming through the window, casting the room in a soft, sleepy glow.
Elliot was still asleep, sprawled across most of the bed, his legs intertwined with Jackson’s and his arm thrown across his chest. Jackson very much wanted to stay snuggled in bed all morning, but his bladder was demanding he get up.
He carefully extricated himself from underneath Elliot, trying not to disturb his sleep.
He studied his reflection in the mirror.
He didn’t look any different, but it felt like something had shifted deep inside him.
Now that he had Elliot again, he wasn’t going to let him pull away.
He’d do anything he could to keep him in his life, even if Ell was never ready to be out, even if it meant he had to keep this secret forever.
Once he’d taken care of things, he made his way to the kitchen for his body’s second most desperate need.
Coffee.
Jackson busied himself making coffee for himself and Elliot.
He frothed the milk and dusted the top with cocoa powder he found in a cupboard.
He realised with a start that he knew exactly how Elliot liked his coffee—extra frothy with chocolate on top.
He smiled to himself as he took the coffees back up the stairs, navigating the ladder carefully as he balanced the mugs in one hand.
Elliot was sitting up in bed when he got to the top, looking deliciously rumpled, with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose as he stared forlornly at his phone.
Jackson nearly dropped the coffee at the sight of him.
He looked so sad but so touchable, nothing like the cool demeanour he usually projected.
Elliot started when he heard Jackson enter. “Thought you had left,” he said.
Jackson chose to ignore the bitter tone in his voice. He was going to be Elliot’s safe space, even if Elliot fought him every step of the way.
“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” He set the coffees down on the nightstand, then flopped gracelessly back down beside Elliot. “Good morning, Princess.”
Jackson placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, wrapping himself around Elliot’s warm body like a koala. He dove in for a proper kiss, but Elliot blocked him. “I’ve got morning breath.”
“Don’t care, want to kiss you.”
Elliot flushed all the way down to his neck, but he had a pleased little smile on his face, so Jackson was pretty sure he wasn’t too embarrassed.
He kissed him again, slowly, drinking in every second.
Jackson loved kissing Elliot, loved the slightly rough texture of his lips and the way he went all pliant in his arms. Elliot did have morning breath, but Jackson hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t care; he just wanted the chance to snog his…
boyfriend, in bed. They traded kisses, languid, tender, and aimless as the morning sunlight slowly brightened the room.
When he eventually released him, Elliot let out a sweet little huff that made Jackson want to boop him on the nose. He didn’t though. He did not have a death wish that morning.
“Your coffee’ll get cold,” he said, propping pillows up against the headboard for them to lean against.
“And whose fault would that be?” Elliot grumbled as he inched himself up into a seated position.
Jackson handed him his coffee, and he looked like he was about to launch into another snarky tirade, but then he paused, a soft “Oh” escaping his mouth.
Elliot stared at the coffee in silence for a beat, and Jackson was about ready to start profusely apologising for…something.
“You got it really frothy,” he said. His voice filled with heartbreaking awe.
“That’s how you like it, isn’t it?”
Elliot smiled shyly at him. “I didn’t think you’d noticed.”
“I notice everything about you.”
That lovely pink flush came back, staining Elliot’s cheeks. “I can never get it like this myself. Always end up buying one somewhere.”
He took a tentative sip. A foam moustache clung to his upper lip, and he smiled at Jackson again. Jackson couldn’t tear his eyes away as Elliot’s tongue darted out to lick off the froth. He vowed to himself then and there to make him coffee every morning for the rest of their lives.
“It’s good,” Elliot said. “Thank you.”
Jackson’s heart wasn’t going to make it. This one simple moment felt like winning gold.
“About last night…” Elliot started.
Jackson grinned. “Mm, what about it?” Last night had been fucking incredible. Being with Elliot when he knew it was more than just a hookup, when he knew it wasn’t the last time he’d get to have him. It was epic.
Elliot rolled his eyes. “I meant earlier. About me coming to watch the race.” Elliot set his coffee down to grip Jackson’s hand. “Are you sure you’d want me there? Even if we can’t be public?”
“I told you before—I don’t expect you to come out. That hasn’t changed.”
“It should change, though, shouldn’t it?” Elliot asked. “I should be able to give you that.”
“This is enough for now, Ell. I’m not going to say it isn’t hard, but I’m just happy to be here with you. I thought we’d never have another chance. Never be anything more than casual.” God Jackson hated that fucking word.
Elliot swallowed. “I’m sorry for that. I never wanted casual with you either, I just didn’t think I could ever get there.”
“And now?”
“I will. Someday. But I…I don’t know when.”
Jackson pulled him close, breathing in his scent. “You were so sure before that we could never… Am I allowed to ask what changed?”
Elliot set his glasses gently on the nightstand before twisting to look at him.
“Of course you are,” he replied. But then he fell silent for a moment, breaking eye contact as he looked off into the distance, unblinking.
“For a long time, I believed that something I did had ruined my father’s career.
Everyone was saying he was our best shot at an Olympic marathon medal that year, and we all knew it was the last Olympics he had in him.
I was fourteen at the time, so he’d have been thirty-eight.
The oldest on the team, but also the fastest. I hung around the training grounds a lot.
I idolised him back then and wanted to be as fast as he was one day.
” Elliot huffed. “There was this boy… Not too much older than me, maybe sixteen. I thought he was working there for a summer job. He was, like, painfully cool.”
“Ah, so you have a type,” Jackson interjected, pulling Elliot closer still and pressing a kiss to his neck.
“Hilarious,” Elliot deadpanned. He took a steadying breath, then continued.
“He kissed me, behind the stands, one afternoon. It was pretty innocent; there wasn’t time for it to be anything else because we were caught.
Turned out his mum was the Director of Athletics.
My dad had been in a meeting with her, and they walked out to find us there. ”
“No!” Jackson slapped a hand over his mouth. Even with the most accepting parents in the world, Jackson would have been horrified by that. It was showing-up-at-school-naked levels of embarrassing. He could only imagine how poor teenage Elliot would have reacted.