“We have to meet Anders in less than an hour.”
“Then you better fuck me hard and fast.” Jackson groaned as he tugged his own shorts off and tossed them to the side, rolling over to reveal a plug decorated with the a gold medal nestled between his cheeks.
Elliot couldn’t hold back the laughter that escaped, even as his cock twitched at the sight. “You are fucking absurd, Jennings.”
“You love it.”
“I absolutely bloody do,” Elliot answered. “Where did you buy this?” He tweaked the base of the plug, eliciting a soft moan from Jackson.
“Is that really what you want to talk about right now? My online shopping habit?”
Elliot laughed. “How long have you been walking around like this?”
“I was hoping for some private time on the flight, so…”
Elliot startled. “Jackson, that’s ages.” His smile turned feral. “You must be desperate by now.”
“Thought that was obvious,” Jackson groaned.
Elliot let his hand drift over the soft, smooth globes of his boyfriend’s arse. He wanted to tease him, but he hesitated. "I don't think we should, Jackson. I don't want to hurt you."
Jackson snorted. "Someone thinks pretty highly of themselves."
“You have the biggest race of your life coming up.”
“No pressure.”
“I’m serious, Jackson. I’ve never—what if—”
Jackson turned, looking back at him in a way that made Elliot shift uncomfortably. “Have you really never? Do you not want to?”
Elliot prickled with embarrassment. “I’m not sure what part of my history of clandestine club hookups makes you think I’m as experienced as you. I want to, but—”
Jackson stopped him with a kiss. When they pulled apart, he murmured into Elliot’s neck, all soft and seductive. “I love you, Elliot, and I want you so much. Please, let me be the first to have that.”
Elliot paused for a moment, desire at war with nerves. Desire won. “Fine,” Elliot sighed, though it wasn’t exactly a hardship. He’d tried to do the responsible thing, but he didn’t have it in him to resist something he wanted so damn badly.
“Don’t sound too excited,” Jackson deadpanned.
“Oh, I’m excited, Jennings,” he replied as he pulled Jackson against him, his hard cock grazing his backside.
“Fuck,” Jackson whispered.
“Promise you’ll tell me to stop if it isn’t good, or if it hurts,” he said seriously.
“Ell, I promise,” Jackson replied. “I want you so much.”
“Damnit, I haven’t even opened my bags,” he said as he scrambled off the bed. “Play with yourself while I find some lube.”
Elliot rolled off the bed and dug through his backpack, trying to ignore the tent in his shorts as he fished through the small pocket to find the bottle and condoms he was certain he’d stashed there. When he turned back around, the sight nearly made him pass out. Jackson was naked, spread out on the bed, with his legs in the air as he pushed the plug in and out of his arse.
“Fuck,” Elliot whispered.
“Yeah,” Jackson replied, his voice husky with need.
Passing the bottle to Jackson, Elliot grinned wolfishly. “Well then. Get yourself ready for me, Jennings. I want to watch you.”
Jackson’s expression rapidly cycled through several emotions before settling on what Elliot could only describe as smug. He leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs wide and letting his hand lazily stroke his cock. A bead of precum formed on the tip, and Elliot reached forward, swiping it up with his finger and licking it off. Jackson bit his lip as he poured lube into his hand, and Elliot gave him his complete attention as Jackson stroked lightly over his puckered bud before sliding a single finger in beside the plug.
