My List of Mistakes

I Give Myself to You

After breakfast, Elliot made lunch and had convinced Nathan to go on a boat ride. He lead him down the path to the dock and kissed his cheek as he helped him into the small boat.

"I'm gonna die. Im gonna die!" Nathan squeaked as he sat in the very center, glaring at the water as if it would come alive and drag him under.

"Nate.. Hey it's okay. I'm right here. You're fine."

"I'm not fine! Ell!! Ell I'm gonna fall in!"

Elliot sat down and held his hands. "It's okay.... Hey I'm right here. I'm CPR certified. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He promised. "Not now. Not ever."

Nathan glanced up at him, he was holding his breath. "What if I fall?"

"I'll be right in after you."

He smiled softly. When the boat began to sail, he slowly started to calm down, relaxing into the seat and smiling. He even dared to dip his hand into the water, letting it flow along with the smooth current the boat made as it spilt through the warmer water.

"It's beautiful out here." Nate whispered and crawled up to Elliot. "Nice hat captain." He teased.

Elliot tuned and tipped his sailing cap. "Thank you." They both laughed and Nathan slid in right behind him.

"Hmmm, sailor kink."

"Don't you get your hopes up out here."

"Why not Elliot?" He trailed his hand up his thigh. "Role play isn't a fun idea?"

He shuddered under the touch. "Not out in the middle of the lake it's not."

Nathan pouted but smiled, kissing his hip. "Alright baby.... Tonight then." He promised.

"Yeah, tonight.." The captain looked back at his passenger. "You hungry? We've been out here a long time."

"I could eat."

"Perfect." He turned the sail, taking them to another dock on the small island that planted it's self on the center of the lake. "Welcome to my imaginary island!" Elliot chirped.

Nathan carefully stepped out the boat, carrying the basket and blanket. "Why's it your imaginary island?"

"Well, when I was a kid my mom would bring me here. It's kinda like Neverland... I always felt like Petter Pan when I was here..."

"The boy who never grew up?"

"Exactly!"

"Well that sure does fit. You're a child!"

Elliot made a fake gasp, acting offended. "Well I never! How far you come to my island and call me a child!"

"Aww.. Did I hurt your feelings? What are you gonna do about it?"

Elliot grabbed a stick and tossed one to Nathan. "Fight me pirate!" He cheered.

Nathan laughed and took his stance, winging at him and dodging through his blows as they fought.

"You're better at this then you look!" Nathan called, jumping away from him.

"I've had years of practice!"

"And you say you're not good at sports!"

Elliot swept out his legs and caught his just before Nathan could hit the ground. "I win."

"Yeah, yeah! Let's just eat okay?"

He nodded and lead him over to the blanket. They sat and ate for a little bit before heading back.

The sun was dipping low in the sky as they finally made it back to the dock and Nathan was itching to get Elliot inside. The second they were on land, Nathan grabbed his hand and started to drag him up the hill.

"Woah! Babe! Slow your roll!" Elliot laughed as he stumbled along behind Nathan. "I'm gonna trip!"

"Shh! Stop complaining!!"

He zipped his lips closed and ran up, grabbing the dark haired boy by his hips, kissing up his neck.

Nathan got him through the door before hooking his legs around Elliot's hips and gripping onto him as the giant hurried him towards the bed.

It was all a toss of clothes and breathy whimpers as they teased one another, fighting for dominance. The two laughed and groaned, pressing together and searching for any friction they could get.

When Nathan was pinned under Elliot, he took it much slower, dragging out all of the sounds Nathan made. He made sure that the other gave the 'okay' before he would move farther, working him over until finally him and Nathan were as close as two before could be. All Elliot could think was 'tight' everything was tight, and slow. Each movement and shift earned a new sound from the squirming teen below him. He smiled proudly down at him, thrilled that he could make someone so composed and stiff look so limp and wrecked.

Their hips rocked in time, choked sounds escaping their throats.
Hair was tugged.
Bruises were left.
And Elliot felt alive.

His heart raced in his chest, getting closer and closer to the edge until he saw nothing but white and he felt himself burning from the inside out.

He fell limp next to Nathan, panting and pulling him close. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No... God no! That was the best.." He smiled lazily and hummed in approval as Elliot nipped at his ear. "Was it good for you?"

"Amazing.. So amazing.."

"Good.. Good.." His eyes felt heavy. "I'm so tired.

"Me too.. We should get some sleep." Ell cooed.

"Yeah we should... Then I'll take care of you in the morning."

"That sounds really... Nice..."

Nathan hummed, slowly falling asleep in the arms of the man he loved.