All The Ways We Touch [MxM]

forty - trick or treat pt. two

A/N: this contains sexually explicit content

Opening his eyes, Jamison smiled up at him. "Kiss me."

Smiling, Elliot leaned down and kissed him, starting slow but building fast. Chills ran through him as Jamison moaned into his mouth. It was very worth the slight embarrassment of sending his friends home.

Pulling away, Jamison looked to the wall as he breathed hard. Things were about to change and he was both nervous and exhilarated at the thought.

Turning back to face him, Jamison smiled. "Elliot, you've been nothing but patient with me," he murmured and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. "But it's time for you to touch me."

Elliot blinked a few times as he looked down at him, too taken aback with shock to even smile. "Really?" He'd wanted to touch him so badly but he'd never really imagined what that moment would truly be like. Sure, it'd been a part of his fantasies, but reality was a very different thing.

"Yes, Elli," Jamison nodded. "I want to feel your hands on me."

Elliot leaned down and kissed him, not only because he wanted to but because he was unsure where to start with Jamison and it seemed like a good place. Reaching up, Elliot gently cupped Jamison's cheek, smiling wide as his tongue slipped into his mouth.

Making out was the perfect way in. Jamison's heart spiked at his touch but he continued kissing Elliot, focusing on the feeling of their lips mashing together until he needed to breathe.

Elliot looked down at Jamison who seemed to be breathing harder than normal and took a deep, slow breath. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"I'm okay," he said after he'd caught his breath. A wide smile suddenly broke out across his face. "You're touching me and I'm okay!" Sitting up, he pulled the hoodie and his shirt off and tossed them aside. "Keep going."

When Jamison was lying down again, Elliot looked at him and took his hand from his cheek, gingerly touching his arm before running his hand down it as he leaned back down and kissed him again. Aside from the fact that he was doing this with a lot of thought, he felt normal. He was staring down at his boyfriend, touching him, kissing him, just like he'd wanted since the moment he'd laid eyes on Jamison outside of the gas station.

Jamison reached up, his hand wrapping around the back of Elliot's head, holding him in place. His other hand ran down his back and then back up it, only this time it was under his hoodie.

Despite Jamison's attempt to keep him there, Elliot pulled away and sat up, removing his hoodie and shirt. Crawling over Jamison, he looked down at him, breathing heavily and then reached down and put his palms on Jamison's stomach. Goosebumps appeared beneath his hands and he smirked.

"Now I'm the one making you nervous," he murmured, gliding them up his torso. "You're so warm and your skin is so soft and smooth."

"You've made me plenty nervous," Jamison said, shaking his head as he watched Elliot delight in feeling him.

Like with Elliot, serotonin coursed through him from this connection between them. Slowly, with each inch of his body that Elliot's hands explored, the anxiety grew quieter. It couldn't make a case when he did like the way it felt to have Elliot's hands on him, his touch comforting and waking up senses that he didn't know had been lying dormant.

As Elliot's hands reached his chest, he leaned back down and kissed Jamison's neck just above the collarbone.

Shocks radiated through Jamison's body with each kiss, making him gasp sharply as his body seized. While orgasming was deeply pleasurable, so was this, just in a different way.