All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

thirty-eight - after the party pt. two

"We're going to be so late," Jamison frowned as he lathered shampoo in his hair, going as quickly as he could.

"Sorry but I'm always going to choose getting off with my extraordinarily sexy boyfriend over breakfast," Elliot smirked, his heart finally beginning to slow. "Actually, no, I'm not sorry at all. Well, except for the fact that you wanted to go."

Jamison rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back a smile. "Yeah, well, we're bad friends."

"I'm certain that they'd all rather we do this than breakfast with them," Elliot shrugged. "You saw how excited they were when they thought we'd fucked last night."

That was undeniable. "It's pretty crazy that they thought we'd snuck off somewhere to have sex versus, you know, going home like normal people," Jamison said, rinsing out the shampoo.

"I mean...they're not entirely wrong to think so after what we did do," Elliot laughed.

"Yeah, but they didn't know that," Jamison grumbled, conditioning his hair.

Elliot was unsure if Jamison was actually bothered or if he just sounded more severe than he meant it. "Are you upset about it?" He asked, his brows furrowing together despite his eyes remaining closed.

Jamison washed his face as the conditioner sat in his hair for a moment. "They think strangely of us is all I'm saying."

Elliot wasn't sure if that was the whole reason behind Jamison's comments and decided that the adult thing would be to talk about it. Healthy relationships thrive on open communication. "You're not feeling weird about it then?"

"About what?"

"Uh, getting me off in Duncan's dumb guest room?"

Jamison scoffed and began to rinse his hair. "No," he assured. "Are you?"

"Of course not," Elliot answered, shaking his head. "I'm never going to regret a single moment that I get to spend with you, Jam."

"Then I didn't embarrass myself? I mean, I ripped a button off of your shirt..." Okay, maybe he was a little worried about it. "You really are happy about it, and about my part in it, and how it all played out?"

Elliot sighed. "Please let me look in your eyes when I say this..."

"Okay," Jamison said, covering himself again. As his heart thrummed in his chest, he stared up at Elliot, those few inches seeming like an almost impossible distance.

Cautiously, Elliot opened his eyes and locked them on Jamison's. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured him, his voice soft. "You're allowed to feel however you do but I don't think you should be embarrassed. You gave me such an insanely hot experience. I didn't realize you or I were capable of any of that but I loved every second, every way you spoke to me, every expression on your face, every way you touched and kissed and held and praised and teased me...I would do it again in a heartbeat. It's an amazing memory, not a regret."

That was exactly what Jamison needed to hear. As his chest loosened, he leaned back up and kissed him again, hard but slow, more intimate than hungry. Elliot was always everything he needed and more, and sometimes it felt like Elliot was perfectly dialed into his brain and could give him the exact answer he needed to hear to extinguish the fires his brain made.

Stroking his cheek with his free hand, he pulled away and sighed contentedly. "Thank you, Elli. I'm sorry that I needed reassurance. I'm doing what I want to do but I guess I got a little self-conscious that I'm not doing it well or that you're only happy with it because that's all I've given you," he explained, continuing to shed his self-doubt. "I just don't want you to feel like you're being limited to what I want and that you have to be grateful for it."