Jackson laughed. It came out sounding slightly hysterical, even to his own ears. “Obviously.”
Elliot grinned and kissed him again, only pausing to shuck his shirt and toss it into the corner of the tent. Jackson made quick work of his own shirt, then flipped them over so Elliot was lying flush on top of him. He groaned at the friction and fumbled to kick down his tracksuit bottoms while tracing his hands over the deep cut of Elliot’s abs. He pulled back to look at him for a moment, completely certain this couldn’t be real. Then he reached up and gave an experimental tug on Elliot’s hair as he licked down his neck and was rewarded with a low groan.Interesting.
Elliot ground down against him, and it was pure torture. His frantic pawing had ceased though, leaving space for something heavier, something that burned between them. Jackson wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted someone the way he wanted Elliot Owens in that moment.
“Can I?” Elliot mumbled between lips and nips to Jackson’s skin. “Can I taste you, Jennings?”
“Oh god, yes.”
Elliot shimmied lower, yanking Jackson’s underwear down in one swift motion to reveal his hard cock, precum already weeping from the slit. He rocked back on his heels and stared for a moment.
“You just planning to look at it?”
“Fuck you, Jennings,” Elliot replied. It sounded almost like a reflex.
“I mean, yes, any day now, please.”
Elliot didn’t seem to need any more encouragement. He lowered his head, nuzzling Jackson’s balls before licking a strip from root to tip. Jackson found himself sinking into the feeling,like he’d been waiting for it for years. Elliot suckled on the head of his cock for a moment, and the action drew a gasp from Jackson as he gripped the sleeping bag beneath him tight. Then ElliotfuckingOwens swallowed around Jackson’s cock as though he knew exactly how good he was at this. The sounds tumbling out of Jackson’s mouth might have embarrassed him had he been the type to embarrass easily, or had they not been alone in the middle of the woods.
Elliot started to let his hands wander, fondling Jackson’s balls, then back further over his taint, then just lightly brushing his hole with the tip of a finger. It was far more forward than Jackson had expected from Owens. Jackson’s whole body jerked upwards when Elliot touched him there, making Elliot cough and pull back.
“Fuck. Sorry, sorry,” Jackson muttered.
Elliot’s glazed eyes met his. “Was that not ok?”
“Oh my god, it was ok, very ok,” Jackson babbled. “Please, again, more.”
Elliot grinned up at him, then sucked a finger into his mouth before dipping his head. He swirled his tongue over Jackson’s tip again, teasing as his fingers pressed gently against Jackson’s hole. Then, as he went to swallow him down again, he pressed one finger in. He slid it in and out, crooking it at just the right angle each time to make Jackson see stars. He sucked and licked at him, flattening his tongue against Jackson’s frenulum and working his fingers to the same rhythm. Before he knew it, Jackson’s whole body was spasming, and without a second to utter a warning, he was coming straight down Elliot’s throat with a shout.
His chest was heaving as though he’d run a tempo session as he slowly came back to earth from the most intense orgasm he’d had in recent memory.
“God, Ell, sorry I didn’t warn you, I…” He trailed off. He didn’t actually want to explain how fucking incredible that had been.
“Jennings, that was hot. Don’t apologise.” Elliot crawled up next to him, the sleeping bag bunching up beneath them, giving Jackson perfect access to tilt his chin towards him with his hand and kiss him deeply.
“I… Give me a minute and I’ll return the favour.”
“You don’t have to,” Elliot replied. “I’m so fucking close. I need…”
Jackson spat in his hand, then reached down to wind it around Elliot’s length. He stroked him roughly as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. It only took a minute before Elliot was coming all over Jackson’s hand, eyes shut and body shaking with the force of it.
They lay there in silence for a beat, curled around each other, sharing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses until the sensation of drying cum became a bit much. Elliot fished around in his bag for tissues, drawing a laugh out of Jackson. “There are wipes in the outside pocket of my pack.”
Elliot huffed at him, but he did gingerly move over to Jackson’s pack and pull out a pack of wipes with a smile. He cleaned Jackson’s stomach and hands attentively.
“Are you okay?” Jackson asked tentatively. “I didn’t mean to push.”
“You didn’t, Jennings. I’m not some blushing virgin. Don’t overthink it,” Elliot replied as he wiped himself off. “We should sleep,” he said when he was done. “Need to get some rest for tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Got to prove to Anders that we kissed and made up.”
Elliot snorted.
Jackson sat himself up and poked his head out of the tent. The cold air made his cheeks burn.
“What are you doing?” Elliot’s voice cracked.
“I’m just going to put the fire out,” Jackson replied. He made quick work of it, then returned to Elliot’s side. The man seemed to curl in on himself, almost hesitant, but he still let Jackson zip their sleeping bags together and pull him close.
