All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirty - let me see your insides pt. one

As was now normal, Elliot hung outside the art building, waiting for Jamison to come out after drawing lab. It was a clear day and he'd found a sunny spot out of the shadow of the building to stand in. It was finally Friday and he was ready to take Jamison home to unwind.

They were going to a Halloween party the following night, so this was their one real opportunity for a relaxing night without responsibilities the following day. Now that Wren had approved Jamison's new schedule, he only worked Monday through Thursday, leaving Friday, Saturday, and Sunday open for fun as Elliot had suggested. Being especially close with the manager had its advantages.

"Elliot!"

Opening his eyes, he frowned at the sight of Justin approaching from a ways away, his eyes narrowed on him.

"Not interested," he called, waving his hand. Jamison would be out any second and he really didn't want to have this conversation with him around.

As unfair as it was to him, Elliot valued how Jamison viewed him as being completely normal aside from the wealth, and Justin's stubborn persistence was going to mess it all up. After the close call at the hospital and with Justin last time, he knew he needed to tell him who he was but it didn't make it any easier.

Turning around, he walked back to the doors so that he could distract Jamison and immediately get them on their way home.

"I was cool last time but we're gonna talk this time," Justin said, drawing nearer.

Elliot turned around, scowling at him. "How about you just be cool and leave me the fuck alone?"

With a spring in his step, Jamison exited the art building and smiled as he spotted Elliot. "Hey, sunshine," he said, reaching out and touching his arm.

Elliot jerked around and looked down at Jamison. "Hey, sweetness," he smiled, trying to ignore the hairs on the back of his neck standing as he heard Justin approach. "Let's get going."

"Not so fast, Elliot," Justin growled, jogging to position himself in front of them.

Blinking a few times, Jamison looked at Justin and then back at Elliot. "Do you need a minute?"

"No," Elliot said, glaring at Justin. "Now move out of the way."

"Enough of your bullshit," Justin growled, folding his arms over his broad chest. "We're talking whether you want to or not."

"Fine," he muttered, his voice bitter and sharp. Exhaling heavily through his nose, Elliot grabbed Justin and pulled him about twenty feet away from Jamison. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I want the best swimmer to get his shit together and get back in the fucking pool," he snapped, running his hands through his short hair to try and calm down.

"I quit, you know that," Elliot seethed, his hands balling up at his side. "End of discussion."

"The fuck it is!"

"Don't fucking tempt me," he threatened, holding up his fists. Turning, he left him standing there, going back towards Jamison.

"We're not done!" Justin yelled, chasing after him. "I know that coach said to give you a break but I'm tired of waiting!"

"Justin, I swear to god," he warned. Turning back around, he held his fists up and waited. Nervous and agitated, Elliot glanced over his shoulder at Jamison—he was close to hearing distance now, if not entirely within it. "Do not say another word."

"I'm sorry about what happened, man," Justin said, slowing as he approached. "But your m—"

As soon as Justin was close enough, he slugged him hard in the jaw, a perfect right hook. Clearly Elliot knew how to fight. "I told you to shut up!"