All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirty-two - let me see your insides pt. three

A/N: just a reminder that this story is rated mature for a variety of reasons, but one is that it includes sexual content. obviously, it hasn't in nearly 120K words so I just wanted to bring that up as their relationship becomes increasingly more physical

Jamison closed the door and stripped out of his clothes as he waited for the water to finish filling the massive tub. It took a while but once it was full, he slipped into the water, letting out a quiet moan as the warmth enveloped him. Dating a tall, rich guy had many perks, but one was that his tub was large enough to fully extend his legs.

Elliot went back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. With how emotional the afternoon had been, he was glad to be able to take a breather and reset emotionally.

Jamison stayed in the bath until he felt like he'd had some time to recharge and truly let his nervous system calm down entirely. Besides, it was nice to soak and loosen up his tense muscles. So he used the time to think about Elliot and everything he wanted to do together, how they could accomplish those goals, and how to make him as happy as possible. After well over an hour, he got out and dressed in a clean pair of lounge pants and left the bathroom.

In the time that Jamison had been gone, Elliot had fallen asleep again. He'd needed to calm down just as badly and was utterly exhausted by their long conversation.

Jamison smiled as he looked down at him. If he didn't think that Elliot would've been happier being awake, he would've let him sleep.

Leaning down, Jamison brushed his fingers along Elliot's jaw. "Elli..." he said quietly.

Elliot's eyes fluttered open before going wide at the sight of Jamison standing over him shirtless. He'd grown accustomed to getting brief glimpses of him without a shirt on while helping him change when his ribs were bruised but this was different. This time it was because he wanted to remain shirtless and because he really wanted for him to see him that way.

"Take off your shirt."

Surprised, Elliot blinked a few times. "What?" He'd just talked about how that had been a pretty massive trigger.

"Elliot," Jamison said, using his firm tone. The voice he used to boss him around, to be demanding, to try and make Elliot feel especially wanted. "Take off your shirt."

Just that was enough to make Elliot's cheeks turn pink but he nodded and sat up, reaching down to the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off, leaving his black shirt. Grabbing the fabric from behind his neck, he effortlessly pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the bed before looking back up at Jamison.

After last time, and learning about his conditioning, it was difficult not to be anxious about his reaction, but he tried to keep it off his face. Besides, he was honest about being thrown up on. It would be horrible but he was willing to risk it. Jamison's anxiety was severe but when he was able to push through it, the outcome was always good. Hopefully just knowing that he wouldn't be upset by it would be enough to help him overcome some of the worry.

Jamison watched him intently, biting the inside of his cheek as he stared at Elliot, zeroing in on the way he'd begun to blush before anything had even happened. Just his voice alone was to make Elliot nervous and like before, he relished the power he held over him. With his mind set on that, he cracked a smile. "You know, I love it when you listen to me."

Elliot's cheeks grew redder but before he had a chance to speak, Jamison's smile widened. "And I think that you love to listen to me," he smirked. "Am I right?"

Jamison was right, he did. He loved the way that it pleased him. Nodding, he looked away, suddenly deeply embarrassed. It was one thing to feel the way he did but talking about it made it so much more real and made him wonder if he should reflect on this side of him. Though what was there to ruminate on when it was pretty simple: Jamison teasing and bossing him around aroused him. What was wrong with that?