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 withone 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.
Chapter 17
Jackson
St. Moritz, Switzerland, April 4th, 4.5 Months to the Olympics
Jackson was feeling extremely off balance. That hadn’t felt like a casual fuck. Jackson knew casual, was an expert in it. But that…that hadn’t been casual. That had been…precious. The word entered his mind and made him freeze up.
He rose from the bed mechanically, walking the two steps to the small en suite to retrieve a cloth. On his return, he paused in the small doorway, marvelling at the view in front of him. Elliot Owens was spread out like a starfish in the middle of the bed, his head resting between the pillows.
