Jackson let out a long sigh, and Elliot had to grip the base of his cock to stop himself from coming right then and there as he watched Jackson stretch himself.
“Please, Ell, I'm more than ready. I need you,” Jackson moaned.
Elliot fumbled out of his own clothes and reached for the condom.
“Don’t use it,” Jackson begged. “We’ve shared test results, and we’re not seeing other people. Please, Princess.”
Jackson did make a good point, even if it was a point he was making while he was writhing on Elliot's bed, begging for his cock. But, as he always seemed to do for Jackson Jennings, Elliot acquiesced.
Elliot pounced. He pulled the plug out slowly, marvelling at the sight before him as he poured lube over his fingers, pushing two into Jackson straight away.
“I’m ready. Give me your cock, Owens.”
“Be fucking patient, Jennings. It's taken so much for us to get here; I’m not going to risk you going out with a sex injury.”
“It’d be worth it,” Jackson replied, pushing back on Elliot’s fingers as he inserted a third. “Please.”
Elliot didn’t need to be asked twice. He awkwardly inched forward on his knees until he was hovering directly over Jackson, who stroked him, coating his cock with lube before guiding him slowly inside. Elliot moved slowly, watching in near awe as he slid in, the feeling overwhelmingly hot, tight, and perfect.
He bit his tongue to stop himself from losing control. Jackson's breaths were coming out in short puffs, and he was gripping Elliot’s forearms hard enough to bruise. When he bottomed out, Elliot leaned down and kissed his boyfriend, all sloppy tongue and teeth. He stilled, breathing into Jackson, the tendons in his neck straining with the effort of holding himself back.
“Please move,” Jackson moaned.
Elliot started to thrust, slowly dragging his cock in and out of Jackson while utter nonsense fell from his boyfriend’s mouth, mostly profanity and desperate pleas for Elliot to move faster.
“It’s too good. You're too perfect. I’m not going to last,” Elliot whimpered.
“Don’t care. Just faster, harder, please.”
“I love it when you beg.”
“Fuck me like I’m the only thing standing between you and a gold medal, Princess. We don’t have time for slow and sweet.”
Elliot pulled out, then slammed back in, snapping his hips as Jackson arched up to meet his thrusts. “That what you want, Jennings?” Elliot let himself drag back slowly before snapping forward again. “Want me to break you?”
“I fucking dare you to try,” Jackson gasped.
Elliot took the challenge for what it was, thrusting into Jackson until they were a mess of sweat and gasps. The scratch marks down Elliot’s back and the bruises on his hips were a testament to the fact that, despite how deeply they loved each other, Elliot Owens and Jackson Jennings would forever be each other's greatest competition.
An absolute litany of pleas fell from Jackson’s lips as Elliot moved his hips faster, clumsily stroking Jackson in time to his thrusts. With a cry, Jackson tumbled over the edge. Elliot had just a moment to admire him before he was digging his fingers hard into Jackson’s thighs as he came deep inside him.
He pulled out and watched with a kind of fascination as his cum dribbled out of his boyfriend. Then he crawled up next to him and collapsed on the bed. They lay in silence for a moment, legs intertwined, until Elliot broke it.
“We might need to change the sheets.”
A laugh fell from Jackson’s lips completely unrestrained. It was Elliot’s favourite sound.
“Never change, Princess.”
Elliot smiled at Jackson through hooded eyes, and he was leaning in to kiss him when a loud voice interrupted his bliss.
“Jackson?” Darius’s voice echoed through the apartment.
“Be very quiet,” Elliot whispered.
Jackson rolled over lazily, his expression still slightly dazed. “Why is he so loud?”
Elliot didn’t answer, just tossed a towel at him, and once he’d checked that Hewitt wasn’t still lurking in the corridor, ushered him into the shower.
