“Exactly.”
“I would have kept it quiet if that was what you wanted. You know that, right?” Jackson asked.
“I know,” Elliot replied, because he did. But he knew Jackson Jennings too. Knew him as an opponent, as a teammate, and as a lover, and he knew he couldn’t lie for shit.
“I love you, Elliot Owens.” Jackson kissed him.
Elliot smiled into it. “I love you too, Jackson Jennings.”
They snogged in Jackson’s childhood bed for a few minutes before Jackson’s hands started to wander, tracing the curve of Elliot’s arse.
“Stop it,” Elliot hissed. “We can’t do that here.”
Jackson ignored him, but Elliot was serious. His whole family was here; they could hear them or something.
“Ell, you can’t really expect us to be celibate the whole time we're here. It could be days, weeks.”
It didn’t sound ideal to Elliot either, but Jackson’s mum was sleeping two doors down.
“I lived in this house as a teenager, Elliot. I promise you they have heard stranger things from this room than me having sex with my boyfriend.” Jackson laughed quietly. “Besides, I think you can be real quiet. Can’t you, Princess?”
Fuck. Jackson hadn’t stopped his ministrations while he’d been making his case, and Elliot was hard enough to cut steel.
He only hesitated for a moment before he nodded his assent.
“Good boy,” Jackson whispered before licking into the shell of his ear. Elliot’s cock twitched, and he stifled a moan by biting down on his fist.
Jackson manhandled him until he’d managed to flip Elliot over—a challenging feat in the tiny bunk the two of them barely fit in, but now at least he could smother his moans with a pillow. Jackson held him gently in place as he kissed a trail down his spine from the nape of his neck all the way to his tailbone.
They were both utterly silent. The only sounds were the soft creaking of the bunk beds as Jackson moved lower and the faint hum of conversation. It sounded like a television on low volume, coming from across the hall.
Elliot allowed himself to lift up on his forearms and twist to watch Jackson, who shot him a wicked grin.
Jackson palmed his cheeks, gently separating them before diving in to lick his crack.
“Fuck,” Elliot exclaimed, far too loudly, before throwing himself back down on the pillow to stifle the noise, although he was pretty sure the damage had already been done. With Jackson’s tongue pressing insistently against his hole, though, he was also pretty sure he didn’t give a single fuck.
“Shhh, Princess. Need to be quiet.” Jackson paused to remind Elliot.
Elliot was going to kill him. Or maybe die. Something bad was absolutely going to happen if Jackson didn’t get his tongue back in Elliot’s arse immediately. Fortunately, Jackson could sense Elliot’s struggle and returned to the task at hand with vigour.
Elliot groaned into the pillow, grinding his hips against the mattress to get some friction on his aching cock as Jackson licked and nipped at the puckered flesh. His tongue darted out, flicking against Elliot, who pushed his hips back to meet him.
“Patience is a virtue.”
“Jennings, I swear to—” Elliot’s voice died as Jackson lifted his hips and spread his cheeks wider, thumbs digging into the soft globes and tongue pressing insistently against him. Elliot bit down hard as Jackson reached around and started to stroke him. No further teasing came from Jackson as he threw himself completely into his task.
“I’m going to fucking come,” Elliot murmured into the pillow, uncertain whether Jackson had heard him or not, but then his arse was clenching around Jackson’s tongue as blinding pleasure crashed through him, his body collapsing with the strength of his release.
As the last tremors faded, leaving him shaking and panting on the bed, Jackson crawled on top of him. Elliot made a weak grasping motion from where he still had his head cradled in his arms, but Jackson held him down as he wanked himself, letting out a low moan as his cum splattered over Elliot’s exposed backside.
He rocked back on his heels, seeming to admire his work for a moment before grabbing for some tissues to clean them both up. When he was finished, Jackson crawled back up the bed and pulled Elliot tight against his chest, letting him melt into him.
“You weren’t very quiet,” Elliot whispered.
“Never saidIwould be,” Jackson replied.
Elliot laughed softly and rested his head against Jackson’s. “How are you? Really? With everything?”
