All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

eight - saltwater pt. one

"So, whose party are we going to?" Jamison looked over at Elliot. They'd been driving for a good fifteen minutes in the opposite direction of Forest Grove which meant they were headed toward the coast, a prospect that excited Jamison. He hadn't been able to visit it yet due to a lack of public transportation going out there.

"We're not going to a party," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. Even with the headlights, he'd missed the turnoff too many times before and the last thing he wanted was to immediately embarrass himself in front of Jamison. "We're going to the beach."

"Then why'd you tell me we were going to a party?"

"I don't think I did," he said, taking a road off of the highway. "But we are going to party as in the drink and have fun," he clarified. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"Not at all." Jamison looked back out the window. That sounded much better to him.

A few minutes later, Elliot pulled onto a dirt road before driving down some sand and rockier roads that had Jamison's hands gripping the door handle and seat.

"We're here nearly every week, I promise it's safe. I mean, watch me if you get too nervous. I'm as cool as a cucumber."

Looking at Elliot, he nodded and watched him drive with complete confidence and control to a clearing where he parked next to Katie's Subaru.

The others had already started a large bonfire and Vera and Jack got out, waving at them.

Jamison had yet to get out of the car, still staring at Elliot's hands for a moment longer. They were large, something he'd noticed while smoking, and now again with them resting against the wheel. When he noticed that Elliot was staring back, he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry for getting so nervous."

"Don't be, you'll develop trust in me over time. I'm not worried about it."

"Jamison!" Echoed out across the clearing and finally, he broke eye contact and got out of the car, walking towards the bonfire and the sound of music playing.

Elliot caught up with him quickly, following alongside him. Smiling to himself, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.

The phone that Jamison had been given buzzed and he slipped it from his pocket, looking at the screen.

Elliot: You already have all of us saved in your contacts so don't worry about any mystery messages.

Tapping on the message, Jamison was taken to the keyboard to respond.

Jamison: Thanks

Elliot: You're slow

Jamison: I've never texted before

Looking up, he turned off the screen and slipped it back into his jacket pocket, glancing at Elliot. "I have a feeling I'll get a lot of practice."

His phone buzzed and he pulled it back out, smiling at the text.

Elliot: I have a feeling you'll get a lot of practice

Fortunately, the darkness made Elliot's flush difficult to see, the moonlight clouded on this part of the beach.

"Yes!" Ant yelled, setting his can of beer in the sand. "We're finally all here. Now we can get it going."

"I'd like to propose a toast to our new friend Jamison," Elliot said and skirted around him to go to the cooler that Katie brought, pulling out red plastic cups and a bottle of vodka. Handing a cup to each of them, he began to fill the bottom portion a good few inches, with his and Katie's only having a splash, and then stopped, setting the bottle back in the cooler.