“Really?”
Elliot nodded. “You’ll have to stay in the village, though. We’ll hardly see each other. It’ll be horrible.”
Jackson hummed. “We’ll have to up our ‘super sexy spy boyfriends’ game, then.”
“Oh? And how do we do that?”
“More sneaking.” He brought Elliot’s hands to his mouth, kissing his knuckles. “We’ll have to learn to be quiet.” He kissed the inside of his wrist. “And get some x-ray vision goggles.”
“And why would we need those?”
Jackson shrugged. “I think they’d be cool.”
Elliot laughed, the sound light and carefree. “I’m sorry to inform you that they do not actually exist.”
Jackson pouted for a moment, then tilted his head back to catch Elliot’s lips in a kiss. They stayed like that, the clip ending as they kissed, unhurried, on the sofa.
“Take me upstairs?” Jackson asked.
“Yeah,” Elliot breathed. He tilted his head, granting Jackson better access as he trailed kisses down his neck, then bit down on the flesh.
“Jennings,” Elliot groaned.
Fuck, the things he’d let this man do to him.
“Show me where you sleep, Princess. Show me where you lie in bed playing with yourself while you watch videos of me racing.”
“I’ve never,” Elliot gasped as Jackson’s hands ghosted over the waistband of his joggers.
Jackson leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Have you not? ’Cause I certainly have.”
Elliot got up and grabbed Jackson’s hand, pulling him off the sofa and towards the mezzanine ladder. Jackson held back the joke he wanted to make about watching Elliot climb up ahead of him, but he did enjoy the view.
When they reached the top, Jackson barely had time to take in the space. Elliot wrapped his legs around his back, kissing him hungrily as Jackson walked them towards the bed. He lowered Elliot carefully onto the mattress before climbing on top of him, the clothes separating them quickly becoming an obstacle to his single-minded desire for the man beneath him. Elliot tugged at Jackson’s shirt, heat flaring in those stormy eyes as Jackson straddled him and pulled his shirt off over his head, rocking back on his heels. The soft light of dusk cast shadows around the room, bathing them both in a gentle glow.
“Want you so much, Jennings,” Elliot whispered. “Always have.”
The admission hung in the air between them.
“How do you want me, Ell?” he asked.
Elliot scrambled to the side. He rummaged through his nightstand for condoms and lube, then looked at Jackson almost shyly from beneath his long, dark lashes. “Inside me, please?”
Jackson’s heart hammered. They had fooled around plenty over the last few days, but they hadn’t done this. Not since St. Moritz.
“You sure?” Jackson asked, pulling back and looking deep into Elliot’s eyes. “Because if you let me have you again, Ell, assomething real—as your boyfriend, not a fling, not a hookup—I’m never going to be able to let you go.”
“I’m sure, Jennings. I’m so sure. Please.” Elliot flushed, but he was already tugging his joggers down. Jackson pulled off his own clothes and then reached for Elliot’s hand, gripping it tightly as he kissed down Elliot’s chest.
His heart was pounding. He breathed in deeply, resting his forehead on Elliot’s stomach, stroking his hard cock as he traced a finger over his hole.
Hooking one of Elliot’s legs over his shoulder, he nipped at his inner thigh before flattening his tongue and laving it over Elliot’s taint. He kissed and licked at him sloppily, doing everything he could to make his boyfriend desperate with need before pushing the tip of his tongue into Elliot’s hole.
Elliot let out a low groan. “Jennings.”
Jackson pulled back. “You like that, Princess?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a reply, though, before he was licking a stripe up his crack before thrusting his tongue back in with abandon.
Jackson’s untouched cock hung heavy, leaking precum. His whole body felt alive with desire. It was like he’d been drifting for so long, and now he was on stable ground again. This was where he was meant to be.
