All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirty-seven - after the party pt. one

A/N: this contains sexually explicit content

Elliot awoke to Jamison kissing his back, his arm still wrapped tightly around him from when they'd crashed out the night before, and his hand roaming across his bare chest. It sent tingles through him, making the hair on his arms stand at attention.

"Good morning," he yawned, unsure if he should turn over and look at him or just let Jamison continue for as long as he wished. "Did I sleep through the alarm?"

"Yeah." Shifting up onto his arm, Jamison kissed up Elliot's shoulder and used his arm to roll Elliot onto his back. Looking down at him, he smiled and leaned in, kissing him gently. "Now it's a good morning."

"Can't disagree with that," Elliot murmured, smiling up at him. Waking up with a kiss was even more satisfying than he could've imagined and instantly put him in an optimistic mood for the day. "Kiss me again?"

Leaning down, Jamison kissed him, opening his lips for Elliot's tongue. He hadn't meant to already become so impassioned but it was difficult when his boyfriend looked so cute. All that bedhead and his sleepy smile were just so enticing. Not that he needed any more reasons than the drive that existed within him, propelling him to be affectionate.

The kiss was more intense than he expected—not that he was complaining. Lifting the arm that wasn't trapped below Jamison, his hand hovered near him but didn't touch him regardless of how badly he wanted to be able to feel him. Now that they were kissing, and after their hot session in Duncan's guest bedroom, he was unsure why he still wasn't able to touch him but didn't know if he should bring it up. Jamison always had his reasons and why should he make an issue out of something that would assuredly resolve itself sooner than later?

With how horny Jamison had been, he couldn't imagine that he'd be able to stay hands-off for long. Sex had to be looming in the near future, or at least oral, but if it was the latter, he realized he didn't have to use his hands. The thought worried him but he kept it to himself, not wanting to seem like he was pressuring Jamison to hurry along in their physical relationship.

Elliot dropped his hand back to the bed, surprising Jamison as he pulled away. With his eyes closed, he hadn't realized the way that Elliot was nearly touching him, though now that their physical relationship had progressed he wasn't surprised that Elliot was growing more antsy to touch him. After all of what he'd done the night before, which brought a fierce blush to his cheeks when considering it, he couldn't blame him.

At this point, he figured that they could give touch a try but while part of him was eager to do so, the other part was still so unsure of himself that he worried he may not like it. It was easier to keep the distance than realize that he would never enjoy being touched, especially because it would crush Elliot to know that he wouldn't like his hands on him.

Naturally, his anxiety ignored the way that he loved when Elliot took and held his hands, and when they were skin-to-skin, or when he hugged or held Elliot. It was no surprise that he couldn't help but think irrationally, his mind was still fractured about love, intimacy, and romance. That conditioning had been overcome but Jamison was unsure if it was because of the drugs or because of all of his desire for Elliot finally became stronger than it.

"We should probably get up and start getting ready," Jamison murmured after pulling away, smiling down at the other.

"We should probably see if the whole thing's been called off yet," Elliot laughed and reached over to grab his phone off the mini-fridge. Tapping on the screen, his brows raised at a number of random notifications but disappointingly, none were from his friends about canceling. "Sadly, we're still on."