All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

sixty-two - burning bridges pt. one

Elliot returned home in the early evening, all but completely wiped out after his coach put him through the wringer to gauge where his conditioning was after seven months off. Outside of the physical training, there was also a meeting with the swim team to patch things up. It was difficult to open up, but with the patience and support of his teammates, he explained why he'd shut them out and how sorry he was for doing it. After a long conversation, everyone came together as brothers and decided to leave the past behind them.

Unfortunately, Elliot's most important task of the day was yet to be finished. It'd barely been started, but he was out of time. The press conference was tomorrow, and he had to write his speech. Despite his best efforts, he'd stalled out every time he tried to get something going, but hoped that the pressure of the deadline would be enough to finally get his brain on board. First, though, he needed something to eat, and his time was devoted to Jamison. To make himself feel more comfortable about the new arrangement, Elliot had decided that when he came home from practice, he'd give Jamison his undivided attention for no less than forty-five minutes. It wasn't enough, but the rest of their day would still be spent together; they just had to share that time with homework and studying.

As soon as he heard the door close, Jamison got up from where he was kneeling next to the edge of the bed, hurried downstairs, wrapped his arms tightly around Elliot, and kissed him so hard it was like they hadn't seen each other in days. "Welcome home, sunshine," he murmured, gingerly touching Elliot's face. "How're you? How'd everything go?"

"Everything went well, but we can talk about that later," he said, pulling Jamison back in for another kiss, this one deep and slow. "This is my dedicated Jamison time."

Smiling, he raised a brow. "What's your 'dedicated Jamison time'?"

"It means that all of my attention is strictly devoted to you for at least the next forty-five minutes."

"Oh," he purred, running a hand over the back of his coat to squeeze Elliot's ass, "and what does that entail?"

"Anything you want," Elliot whispered, then leaned in and kissed him again. Not even being exhausted could take away the energy to be affectionate with his beloved. Especially not when his groin was aching for his touch, for intimacy.

Elliot didn't need to set aside specific time for him, but it warmed his heart knowing that he had. Jamison wasn't sure he'd ever get used to having such a thoughtful partner. After so much cruelty in his past, it was still difficult to believe there was so much love in his present and future.

The growling in his stomach started quietly, but as Elliot pulled Jamison over to the couch, it steadily grew louder. Regardless, Jamison kneeled over his lap, his hands running through his hair as they kissed, then down his shoulders and chest until they reached the button on his jeans, and began to undo it.

Just as Elliot began palming Jamison's crotch through his jeans, the loudest stomach growl that either had ever heard erupted from him, stopping them both in their motions. What awful timing. "I'm sorry, but I think we're going to have to solve this problem," he said, frowning as he patted his stomach, "before we move onto the fun."

"Of course," he said, though he merely sank lower in his lap and began to kiss his neck. "What sounds good for dinner?"

"You," he moaned, tilting his head to the side to give him more access. His lips were divine, but his hunger was rabid, and was fighting fiercely to beat out his growing arousal. After a moment, he sheepishly added, "And pizza."

Laughing, Jamison pulled back and gave him a quick kiss. Getting off of him, he pulled out his cell phone and pulled up his contacts. The pizza place was one of several eateries that Elliot had programmed into his phone for times when Jamison would need to eat alone. All of them would deliver to the house and had food that Jamison had enjoyed before. "What kind of pizza do you want?"