All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

fifty-five - tears from a god pt. three

A/N: this chapter contains explicit 18+ sexual content that can be skipped 

There was a steady stream of things that Jamison was interested in experiencing with Elliot, and now, as they were in the moments that led up to that decision, one began to stick out more than the others that would be best for his first time topping him. However, he was getting ahead of himself; Elliot's pants weren't even off yet and his weren't even unbuttoned. The way Elliot had restrained himself yesterday was now looking like an impressive feat compared to the raw energy crackling through Jamison, making him hard and needy and ready to bend his boyfriend over. Still, they weren't at that part yet, and although he was serious about Elliot's tiredness potentially being a barrier to their fun, he wasn't sure how much more torment he could endure.

Pulling away from him, Jamison breathed heavily as he looked up at him, unsure if he always looked so disoriented after a bout of making out. Something about him looked off, maybe it was the redness of his cheeks or the bags under his eyes, but Elliot looked rundown in a way that he hadn't yet seen. Maybe it was just the lighting. "You feeling okay?"

That wasn't what he expected to hea,r but he nodded and shrugged. "I'm fine," he said, his voice hurried. "Just very, very—"

"Tired?" Jamison guessed. "We can stop. I promise I won't be disappointed."

Stopping was the last thing he wanted. "No—well, yes, but no." Waving his hand, he reset his focus. "Horny," he answered, a soft pout settling on his face. "You've made me wait hours."

That was a relief, one that brought a devilish smirk to Jamison's face. Truthfully, he would've been disappointed if they had to stop, though not with Elliot, of course. Obviously, his well-being came first, and that's why Jamison made his decision. "I know, princess," he purred, slipping a hand into his underwear and gripping him, "and you've been so patient waiting like this." Further teasing him was bordering on too much, no matter how deliciously Elliot responded to it. "I think you've more than earned your reward."

Although he was thrilled to hear it and feel Jamison's hand on him, he showed no sign of his relief or happiness. He'd been too demanding earlier, and despite it being an accident, Jamison had made him endure waiting until now to even think about getting off. He wasn't going to chance it, no matter how much he melted hearing Jamison's praise, and how he had to hold back a moan at the warmth of his hand.

The lack of response gave Jamison pause, his brow raising as he studied his blank face. "Do you not want your reward?" Certainly that couldn't be the case, right?

The redness in his cheeks darkened—trying to play it cool had backfired. "No, I—"

Soft panic in Elliot's tone gave him away. "Oh," Jamison shrugged, his gaze trailing down to Elliot's crotch and the bulge in his underwear."Well, never mind then," he said, taking his hand back out of his underwear. Maybe a little teasing would be alright. "I guess it's time for my reward then."

His heart thumped against his ribs as he looked down at Jamison, his cheeks growing even hotter as he dick throbbed in response. "No, plea—"

"I don't deserve my reward?"

Shaking his head, Elliot's face scrunched up in horror. This was rapidly going sideways. "No, y-you do!" While he suspected that Jamison knew what he was doing, he wasn't about to act as if that were the case and possibly mess things up even more. Besides, as usual, the teasing was working for him, his dick getting harder in the confines of his underwear. "Please, I—"

"You're being confusing, princess," Jamison said as innocently as he could muster, his cock twitching at the sight of Elliot's struggling and the sound of his begging. To think that he considered not teasing him now seemed utterly ridiculous. "Be a good boy and speak clearly."