At Least A Million More

Chapter 29

Well at first I was going to make this the last chapter but then I realized it'd be to long and you guys would get bored after a while so I'm breaking it up into several chapters!

Hope you like it! I want this to go out with a bang!

I figured out songs for all POVs! Haha!

Dylan- Look After You- The Fray

So onwards and upwards!


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(Dylan)

I need to go to home, it's seven in the morning. . . I pick Jensen up and walk down the stairs to Elliot's room.

Cole glares at me as I walk past him. No one knows I'm dating Elliot except my friends. I open the door to Elliot's room and of course, find him on his laptop.

I set Jensen on the floor and quietly close the door behind me before walking up behind Elliot and kissing his cheek. He jumps before realizing it's me.

"I have something serious to ask you Dylan," Elliot says, spinning in his chair to look at me. I bite my lip and nod as I see Jensen fall face first onto the carpet out of the corner of my eye. Spaz.

"Um, this may freak you out, but I don't want it too." Elliot mutters. I frown and lean forward.

"What is it Elliot?" I ask, taking his hands in mine.

"Noah and Delsin have been calling me jailbait. . ." Elliot says softly. I groan.

"Why are they saying that?" I ask, looking down at him. Elliot blushes.

"Well, you're eighteen and I just turned sixteen. . . I'm not a legal adult yet, so our relationship is illegal."

"It's a fucking two year difference Elliot! Who gives a damn?" I exclaim. Elliot clamps his hand over my mouth and I huff, rolling my eyes.

"Baba?" Jensen asks, crawling into my lap. I sigh and adjust him.

"Yes Jensen?" I ask, smiling as best I could.

"Can we go home?" Jensen asks. I smile and kiss the top of his head.

"Sure we can go home, we just came to tell Elliot goodbye," I sigh, standing up, setting Jensen on the floor.

"No. Elli come too." Jensen screams. I cover my ears and nod.

"More of a demand than a question Elliot," I murmur. Elliot smiles and jumps up to grab his bags.

"I just realized something. . ." Elliot murmurs as he zips up his last bag.

I lay down on his bed and he crawls on top of me, running his hands through my hair.

"Mmm, what's that?" I mumble, closing my eyes as his hands soothe me. Elliot leans closer to where his lips brush mine when he speaks.

"When I asked you to help me with my sexuality and to make Cole jealous, you weren't the least bit hesitant to oblige."

I pop my eyes open to see his cocky smirk and I roll my eyes and press our lips together.

"You're irresistible and right now, you're making me hard. . ." I say, faking a moan in his ear. Elliot blushes and gets off me quickly.

I pout and pull him back on top of me. "I was joking Elliot, sheesh. Are you that scared of a boner? 'Cause if you are I'm thinking you aren't gay."

"No! No I'm not scared of a damn boner!" Elliot whisper-yells. I nod my head in disbelief and Elliot sighs. "I'm just embarrassed and surprised I can make you like that. . ."

I roll over to where I'm laying on top of him, but I'm leaning on a hand so I don't squish him.

"Elliot, I swear you have never looked in a mirror if you don't believe you can do that. Now don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you look so innocent and flustered that it's a major turn on." I rush out. Elliot blushes deeper.

"Baba, what is a turn on?" Jensen asks. I widen my eyes and Elliot's bites his lip as he starts laughing. I get off of Elliot and pick Jensen up.

"Um, well you see Jensen. . . A turn on is when-"

"When you turn the tv on! Or the lights!" Elliot exclaims. Jensen nods and crawls out of my arms, waddling to the door and getting on his tip toes, trying to reach the door handle.

"You weren't really going to tell him what a turn on is were you?" Elliot asks, furrowing his eyebrows. I shake my head and kiss his cheek.

"We should hurry. . ." I laugh, picking one of Elliot's bags up and walking over to the door. Elliot follows and picks up Jensen.

"Ronnie? Danny? Can I go spend the night with Dylan?" Elliot asks. Ronnie, Danny, and Cole all look up at us.

"You've spent an awful lot of time with Dylan haven't you Elliot?" Danny asks, raising his eyebrows knowingly.

I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"You can go," Ronnie starts. The way she said it though, makes it seem there's a but. . .

"But?" Elliot asks, obviously thinking what I am.

"Take Cole, he's lonely." Danny adds, narrowing his eyes at me. I'm taken aback. What have I done? Does he know I'm dating Elliot? Or is it just that obvious?!

"But-"

"No buts. Cole, go pack a bag or two." Ronnie says, patting Cole's knee. Cole nods and gets up, jogging to his room.

Elliot and I trudge up the stairs, knowing we won't get to do much of anything this weekend.

"What crawled up your asses and died?" Kenny asks when we walk upstairs into the kitchen.

"Cole." We both grumble, walking to the living room.

"Sucks for you. Oh! I'm going over to Keegan's." Kenny smiles, slinging a bag over his shoulder.

"Keegan Mcall? The one you frequently slept with when you first got here?" I ask, following Kenny to the porch and leaning against the post.

"The one and only, I'm staying with him this weekend, love you Dill Pickle!" Kenny smiles, pecking my cheek and jogging down the steps.

Keegan steps out of his SUV and picks Kenny up in a hug, spinning him in a circle as if he hasn't seen him in a while. Kenny kisses Keegan and I sigh wishing I could express my feelings as openly as Kenny can.

"Let's go," Elliot sighs, slipping his hand in mine with Jensen in his arms. I sling his bags higher on my back before smiling and walking down the walkway.

"Wait up!" Cole yells from the front door. Immediately Elliot and I let go of each others hands, stepping away from each other. Jensen frowns at this.

"Cole!" Jensen giggles, holding his arms out for Cole. Cole tries readjusting his bags to where he'd be able to hold Jensen too.

"Here, give them to me." I offer. Cole smiles at me as he hands me the bags and takes Jensen. Cole walks ahead of Elliot and I, playing peek-a-boo with Jensen.

I sling my arm over Elliot's shoulders and sigh in disappointment. "You're sleeping on the couch sadly. . ."

Elliot's shoulders slump and he groans. "Your couch is uncomfortable! No offense,"

I shrug and smile at him, sliding my arm down to intertwine our fingers. He smiles at me and I swing our hands back and forth.

"I was thinking, maybe we could go out later?" Elliot asks, biting his bottom lip in hope. I glance up at Cole before pressing a long passionate kiss to Elliot's lips.

"Maybe some ice cream," I murmur as I lean my forehead against his. Elliot's clear blue eyes look up and I smile, loving his eyes.

"Sounds good." Elliot squeaks out. I chuckle and kiss him again.

"Maybe I should give you some space, seeing as I'm making you nervous." I sigh, pulling my hand out of his and walking ahead of him.

I hear running and turn around just in time to catch Elliot as he jumps on me.

"Don't leave me," he murmurs, hugging me tightly. I hug him back just as tight and spin him in a slow circle.

"Never, I'll look after you forever." I smile, setting him down and kissing his lips. Elliot smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck and tugging lightly at the hair on the back of my neck. "Mmm, I'd stop if I were you. . ." I moan against his lips. Elliot pulls away and blushes. I take his hand and pull him back, kissing his forehead. "We're definitely going out later."

Elliot laughs and pulls away, smiling up at me. A throat is cleared and we both whip our heads to the right, seeing Cole, his jaw clenched.

"Um, here." Cole says, handing me Jensen and grabbing Elliot's hand, pulling him ahead of me. I sigh and follow them.

"How much did he see Jensen?" I ask, looking at the little boy in my arms. Jensen smiles up at me, patting my cheek and giggling.

"Baba hugged Elli and kissed him!" Jensen smiles. I smile at him and he pokes one of my dimples. I chuckle and poke him back.

"Baba and Elli are going to go somewhere later, so you'll be left with Cole. Ok?" I ask, looking up at Elliot, watching him laugh and good off with Cole.

"Yes!" Jensen yells, throwing his arms in the air. Elliot looks back at us and smiles.

"Ouch, you little devil!" I laugh, rubbing my chin. Jensen pats it again and places a sloppy kiss to it. "Ok, ok. You're forgiven."

"Can I walk?!" Jensen screams, jumping in my arms. I widen my eyes, slightly frightened by his outburst.

"Um, yeah. Sure. Stay by me though." I say slowly, setting him down. Jensen giggles and runs into the tall flowers. I watch the top of his brown head run through the grass. I hope you don't get bitten by something. . .

I set Cole and Elliot's bags down and walk in the grass after Jensen. I find him sitting down, weaving flowers together into a crown. My three year old can weave flowers together. . . Ok.

"You're going to be so gay. . ." I laugh, sitting down beside him and picking some flowers. Jensen smiles up at me and continues making a crown.

When I'm done with the crown I was making, I set it on Jensen's head and he smiles up at me and stands up. God it looks horrible. . . I lean down and he sets the one he was working on on my head. I smile at him and pull him into a hug.

"We need to get home Jensen!" I grunt as I stand up. Jensen nods and we walk back to the sidewalk. I pick up the bags I set down earlier and walk down the street.

"Baba looks pretty!" Jensen laughs as we open the door to the apartment. I smile and set him down on the floor.

"I don't know about that Jensen, but thanks." I laugh, tossing the bags on the couch and walking into the kitchen. Once I open the door, I instantly walk back out.

"Please tell me I didn't just see that," I whisper, slowly pushing the door open. I peek in and groan. Yep. Cole's cornering Elliot by the fridge like he's going to kiss him.

"Baba! Bath time!" Jensen whispers, tugging on my jeans. I look down at him and nod, picking him up and carrying him into the bathroom.

"Hey," Elliot says softly, sitting beside me as I wash Jensen's hair. I nod and blink away what I know will be tears. God I get attached quickly.

"You're not mad at me are you?" Elliot asks, setting his hand on mine. I look at him and bite my lip.

"Why would I be?" I ask, sitting back and watching Jensen play. Elliot sighs and takes me by the chin, turning me to him and kissing me.

I whimper softly and lift my hand to place at the back of his neck, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss.

Jensen laughs and throws a rubber duck at us. It hits me in the face and I scowl at him, jumping in the tub and tickling him. Jensen screams in laughter as he tries to fight me off with his little hands.

Elliot sits on the edge of the tub and Jensen grabs a firm hold of the end of his shirt, pulling him into the water. Elliot starts blowing on Jensen's neck, causing him to giggle out of control.

Jensen stands up and crawls out of the bathtub before waddling away, his little white butt the last thing we see.

I turn to Elliot and cup his face in my hand, leaning closer to kiss him. Our lips brush together softly before I press my lips harder against his. Elliot moans softly as I pull him over to straddle me.

"We're definitely going out later," I murmur as I kiss his neck. Elliot nods and lays his head to the side, allowing me more access. I suck softly on his sweet spot as he moans softly.

"Mmm maybe we should get out of the tub," Elliot moans in my ear. I nod and help him get off of me before I drain the water and stand up, pulling my wet shirt and pants off. Elliot follows me as I walk to my closet, slipping into some pants.

I grab a shirt and Elliot places his hand over mine, slipping his fingers in my belt loops and pulling me to him as he trails his fingers down my chest.

"Keep the shirt off," Elliot whispers, placing a kiss on my chest. I shiver and close my eyes as he starts kissing under my chin.

"Dylan, Jensen ran outside nak-" Cole laughs, opening the door with a naked Jensen in his arms. I unwrap my arms from around Elliot's waist and he let's go of my pants, stepping away from me.

"Yay! Baba and Elli are happy again!" Jensen screams, clapping his hands. I scratch the back of my neck and pull a shirt on before shooting Elliot an apologetic smile as I take Jensen.

"Hey little man! Let's get dressed so we can go to the park!" I cheer, walking past Cole and across the hall to Jensen's room. Jensen screams again as I set him down and pick out some clothes for him.

Jensen tells me all about how his mom would take him on the swings and the slide, and I honestly don't give a damn about her anymore.

"We're going to the park!" I yell as I grab a bag for Jensen and put some sippy cups and apple slices and a few oranges, inside.

Jensen walks outside and runs to a bench, climbing on top of it as I close the door and walk down the sidewalk to meet him.

"Want baba to carry you?" I ask, standing in front of him. Jensen nods and jumps at me, clutching onto my shirt and hanging off me. "Hey, hey, hey!" I laugh, taking him under the arms and tossing him in the air as I walk down the street.

"Higher!" Jensen laughs as I catch him again.

"No! Never!" I growl, hugging him tightly and tickling him. Jensen screams and tries wiggling out of my grip. I laugh loudly and flip him upside down.

"Whooops!" I laugh, letting go of him. Jensen screams as he gets closer to the ground. I grab his waist and pull him back up, tickling his tummy.

Jensen laughs and grips my shirt, slowly getting closer to the ground as I continue walking. I roll my eyes and watch as he grips my pants.

"You're so weird, child!" I exclaim as he wraps his legs around my leg and laughs as he sways back and forth with my leg.

After a few minutes of his adorable laughter, my pants start falling. "Woah!" I chuckle nervously, pulling my pants up. Jensen giggles as we continue to make our way to the park.

Jensen grips my pants tighter and starts sliding down my leg, taking my pants with him. "Ey mister!" I exclaim as I set the bag down, pulling Jensen off my pants and pulling them up, tightening the belt that doesn't seem to want to work.

I take Jensen's hand in mine and we walk in silence for the next five minutes. When the park comes into view, Jensen screams and takes off, letting go of my hand and waddling as fast as he can to the slide.

"You scream to much. . ." I chuckle, setting the bag down and taking my phone out.

"Hey, is it bad?" - D

I open the bag and take an apple slice, biting into it as I stare at the other end of the park.

"No not at all -_-, Cole's just telling me I can't talk to you anymore because you're corrupting me." -E

I chuckle and look up at Jensen as he finally makes it to the top of the slide. "Baba! Baba!" Jensen laughs as he slides down. I smile at him and offer him an apple slice. Jensen smiles at me and I poke his dimple before taking my phone as it vibrates.

"Dude, turn your vibrator off." Raylen laughs as he and Wesley sit down in front of me. I roll my eyes.

"How'd you know I was here?" I ask, taking a drink of one of Jensen's juices. Raylen smiles and taps Wesley's head.

"Wesley can see things!"

"From the sidewalk." Wesley adds, grinning at Raylen. Raylen scowls at him before snapping his teeth at him.

"Ah, the beautiful power of sight!" I laugh, unlocking my phone and looking at the message.

"Also that I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom with him. . ." -E

I frown at this and narrow my eyes at my phone. Honestly, as if it'd make a difference.

"Sorry about that. . . Let me make it up to you? We are supposed to go out later ;)" -D

"So is it daddy and Jensen day or what?" Raylen asks, stealing my apple. I roll my eyes.

"No, actually, it's baba and Jensen day." I smirk. Raylen rolls his eyes and throws the apple back at me. "Hey! You just wasted a perfectly good apple!"

"Meh," Raylen shrugs. I narrow my eyes at him and toss my phone in the bag before making my way to catch Jensen as he goes down the slide.

I listen for Jensen's laughs before reaching out and grabbing him as he goes around a bend. Jensen screams and I laugh loudly before running to the merri-go-round and setting him down.

"Don't let go!" I laugh, spinning it. Jensen screams in terror as he grips the pole tightly. I laugh evilly before hopping on the spinning circle and taking Jensen in my lap.

"Baba I'm scared!" Jensen screams loudly. I ignore him and laugh louder. As the merri-go-round comes to a stop, I stand up and walk off, swaying with Jensen in my arms. "Baba make it stop!"

I guffaw and take a step off the wheel, falling on my back. I let Jensen up and laugh as he falls on his face a few feet away.

"Oh god," I groan, standing up and taking a few steps. I start falling sideways and lean against a tree, laying my head on it and gasping. "Bad idea. Very bad idea. . ."

I stand up and start walking a little bit more normal. "Oh no," I groan as I start falling sideways.

"Oof," someone grunts as I land on them. I mumble apologies and get up quickly.

"I'm so sorry! I just got off- Elliot?"

"Oh, you just got off me huh?" Elliot winks as I help him up. I pull him closer to me and press our foreheads together.

"If I had the chance to be on you, I don't think I'd want off." I whisper seductively before kissing him. Elliot bites my bottom lip softly and I moan.

"Um. . ." Raylen mutters, looking down with Jensen in his arms. I let go off Elliot and he takes Jensen from Raylen before walking off toward the swings.

"Um, how're you holding up?" I ask, biting my bottom lip. Raylen looks away, looks at the ground, anywhere but at me. When he looks back up at me, I understand why. He's crying.

"I-I don't think-" Raylen's voice cracks and he covers his mouth. I look over his shoulder to see Wesley and Elliot watching us. I take Raylen's hand and take him to a table far away from where they were.

I sit down and hug Raylen tightly until he calms down some. When he pulls away, he sobs a little before looking up at the sky and sighing.

"I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest, Dylan. . . I don't think I can do this- this not being with Kenny," Raylen whimpers, wiping his tears away. "I just can't do it without him."

I sigh and place my hand over his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Raylen, I'm not going to sugar coat this for you. But you shouldn't have ran off all those times, if you hadn't, maybe Kenny would still trust you. Maybe he wouldn't already be with Keegan."

Raylen stands up with a look of pure hatred on his perfect facial features. "So he's already with somebody else, huh?" Raylen spits out. I gulp and look around. "Fine," Raylen sniffles, "if he's over me already, I'm just going to have to find a way to get over him." With that, he stomps off to Wesley and then they're gone.

"What was that about?" Elliot asks, walking up to me with a sleeping Jensen in his arms and the bag over his shoulder.

"Nothing, ready to go?" I ask, standing up with a smile. Elliot smiles and I take Jensen and position him to where his head is on my shoulder before taking Elliot's hand and we walk off.

"But, I'll have to stay a block away while you take Jensen back. . . I stormed out of the apartment after Cole's "lecture"." Elliot says, rolling his eyes. I snort and shake my head.

"I just hope he doesn't find that scrapbook we were making. . . There's a lot of pictures of you and me, and us three." I laugh, motioning to Jensen, Elliot, and I.

"Oh shit! That was on the coffee table!" Elliot exclaims. I chuckle and kiss his temple. Elliot sighs and sits down as I continue down the street. "Hurry back!" He yells after me. I wave my hand above my head and start speed walking to the apartment.

"Hey Cole, I'm going out and I was wondering if you could watch Jensen?" I ask, setting Jensen down in his crib.

As I walk out of Jensen's room and turn the corner, I'm greeted by a fist. "That didn't even hurt," I deadpan, rubbing my jaw and looking down at Cole.

"Stay away from Elliot, he's only sixteen!" Cole glares at me. I roll my eyes.

"I'm eighteen, I don't have to listen to a puny little seventeen year old." I growl, pushing past him. Ok, so there's only a year difference between Cole and I, but still, I'm like, four inches taller than that pipsqueak.

"I swear if you touch him again-"

I cut him off by slamming to door and stomping down the street like a child. Elliot stands up and walks toward me, taking my hands in his.

"What's wrong Dylan?" He asks, lifting a hand to caress my cheek. I lay my head against his hand and sigh before covering it with mine.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." I sigh, kissing his palm and sliding our hands down to interlock. "But we're getting a room,"

Elliot smirks at me and pulls me to a stop, slipping his hand under my shirt. "For?" He whispers, kissing me under my chin. I chuckle and take his hand.

"Someone really wants me, huh?" I murmur, taking his hand out from under my shirt.

"We've only done it once! What do you expect? Plus I was drunk and I don't exactly remember!" Elliot whines as I pull him down the street. I chuckle and he hops on my back, wrapping his legs around my waist and laying his head on my shoulder. "Can we just go straight to the hotel?" Elliot whispers, kissing me under the ear. I shudder before turning my head to look at him.

"Now why would you want to do that when I'm taking you out for ice cream." I ask, smiling at him. Elliot groans loudly and looks at me, clearly annoyed.

"Fine! We'll do what you want!" Elliot yells loudly. I pout and look down at my feet.

"I guess we can just skip ice cream and go to the hotel. . ." I mutter. Elliot sighs and turns my face to look at him.

"No, you want ice cream so we're going to go get some." Elliot says sternly before planting a kiss on my lips. I smile as I walk into the park and up to a vendor. "I thought we were going to Braums. . ."

"We need the fresh air, especially you mister indoors with the internet." I laugh before asking for a chocolate and strawberry. Elliot rolls his eyes and hops off as I hand him his chocolate ice cream.

"I may or may not have a mental disorder next year," Elliot says as I take his hand and we start walking around the park. I frown and look down at him.

"What do you mean exactly?" I ask, swinging our hands softly. Elliot laughs and licks his ice cream.

"Apparently next year, or maybe not, internet addiction and that term "fangirling" or being a "fangirl" will be a mental disorder." Elliot laughs, shaking his head. I laugh with him, imagining how many girls are going to be considered mentally disordered because of a certain British/Irish boy band.

"Well I'll still like you mental disorder or not." I smile, kissing his temple. Elliot smiles at me before leaning into my side as we continue walking down the secluded trail in the woods.

"You know, this is the longest we've had alone." Elliot sighs, finishing his ice cream. I chuckle and finish mine too.

"It's only been twenty minutes Elliot," I smile, kissing the top of his head.

"Exactly, we always have Jensen or Nelsin or anyone around." He says, looking up at me. I nod and hug him tighter to me.

"Or Kenny or Cole, sometimes even Danny." I laugh. Elliot rolls his eyes and pushes me lightly.

"I think Danny's on to us. . . I can see it in his eyes when we're all together." Elliot whispers as if someone's spying on us. We'd never know if there was, someone could be hiding behind a tree or something.

I sigh and kiss his nose before pulling him off the trail and leaning against a tree. "Don't worry about Danny, I'll handle him if he ever figures out he's right."

Elliot laughs and leans on my chest, sighing in content. "I think you're leaning on poison ivy. . ." He whispers slowly, unwrapping himself from my waist.

I pout and get off the tree before turning around. "Elliot that isn't poison ivy. You little fucker." I laugh, turning around and not seeing Elliot. "Elli?"

I walk back to the trail and see one of his bracelets. I lean down to pick it up, seeing another one down the trail a little ways. Elliot only had on about five bracelets, and I've got four in my hand, so where's the fifth one I wonder.

"Elliot, what game are you playing?" I yell, looking around on the ground for the fifth bracelet. I don't get a reply, but I do find the last bracelet. But no Elliot. "What the hell?" I groan, looking around for some other clue.

I look to my left, off the trail, and see one of Elliot's shoes a few feet away. "Are you stripping now or what?" I laugh, jogging to pick his shoe up.

I walk around for a few minutes before finding his other shoe. "Please tell me you were kidnapped and you're leaving me a trail so I can find you," I mumble, seeing Elliot's red shirt hanging off a tree branch a few yards away.

I jog up to the tree and grab his shirt, tossing it on my shoulder and walking in the same direction. "I swear Elliot, if I find you naked I'm going to toss you in a creek, see how much fun you're having then!" I shout as I grab Elliot's pants off the ground.

I walk into a meadow and see Elliot standing there with a smile on his face and a tent set up behind him. I furrow my eyebrows and walk up to him.

When I finally make it to Elliot, he hugs me tightly and kisses my cheek.

"Took you long enough to find me," he chuckles softly, shivering slightly. I hug him against me tighter and slip out of my hoodie and putting it on him before helping him back into his sweats.

"You have enough time to get a tent and stuff, but not enough time to grab extra clothes for yourself?" I chuckle, sighing loudly as I stand there hugging him.

"I had no clue it'd be this cold ok," Elliot whines, looking up at me. I shake my head and kiss his nose.

"It's fall, and getting colder everyday. How do you not know if it's going to be cold?" Elliot scrunches his nose up and furrows his eyebrows, making him look cuter than usual.

"Just get your ass in the tent." Elliot grumbles, letting me go and jumping inside the tent, wrapping himself up in all the blankets he brought, which is about six.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold up. Elliot, you have six blankets in here! You must've known it was going to be cold!" I chuckle, zipping the tent closed behind
me. Elliot instantly climbs into my lap and wraps his legs around my waist.

"Mm shut up," he murmurs, kissing my neck. I grip his waist as I roll my eyes. Isn't he the charmer?

Elliot starts trailing kisses from my neck up to my jaw, peppering it with kisses before running his tongue up to my mouth. I shiver and hug him against me tighter as he slips his hands under my shirt.

"Dylan, you've got a stubble," Elliot giggles as he kisses my nose. I chuckle and lay him down on his back.

"I know this," I murmur as I claim his mouth with mine, causing him to wrap his arms around my neck and his legs propped up on either side of me. I groan as he tugs at my hair softly before slipping my hand under his shirt. Elliot smiles against my lips as I start tracing circles on his belly.

I lift his shirt off and smile at his smooth belly that isn't showing the slightest sign of abs. "Babe, you need to promise me something," I murmur while laying my hand flat against his belly.

"What?" Elliot asks, propping himself up on his elbows to look at me. I lean down and kiss his belly.

"Keep this forever." I smile at him. Elliot furrows his eyebrows before looking at his belly.

"Dylan, please don't tell me you're talking about that lump of fat on my stomach. . ." Elliot groans, covering his face with his arms. I shake my head with a smile playing at my lips.

"Elli!" I whine, pulling his arms away from his face and sitting him up. "It's adorable, not embarrassing!" Elliot covers his eyes and turns his head away from me. I sigh and climb up onto him, straddling his waist and grabbing his hands before pinning them away from him. "Elliot, you're beautiful. I don't care if you've got a little pudge because I find it cute that you're too lazy to do any kind of physical exercise."

"Shut up Dylan, it's sad that I'm addicted to anything that can connect to wifi. . ." Elliot murmurs as a blush creeps onto his face. I lean down and kiss him softly.

"No. I want you to stay the way you are." I say between kisses. Elliot turns his head away, preventing me from kissing him. I sigh and sit back.

"So you want me to remain scrawny so you can be the dominate one?"

I slap him playfully before getting off of him. "No! You may not be perfect by a long shot, but you're perfect to me, and I don't want you to change." I grin, taking his hand in mine. Elliot whines and pulls his hand out of my grasp before trying to get up and leave.

I growl playfully and pull him back down before I start tickling him, causing him to giggle like crazy. Elliot pushes me away before crawling toward the door of the tent. I grab his ankle and tug him back slowly, smiling at his adorable little smile.

"Dylan stop!" Elliot laughs as I tickle his sides. I shake my head and Elliot climbs on top of me, placing my hand on his waist.

"Ooh baby I like it when you take over,"I whisper into his ear before laughing. Elliot rolls his eyes before leaning down and kissing me softly. I kiss him back with more force, gripping his waist tighter in my hand as my other tugs his hair, causing him to moan into my mouth.

"Mm Dilly," Elliot moans as he starts rocking his hips. "I want you to take me to new heights." Elliot sighs as he trails kisses down to my neck, going straight to my sweet spot. His words make me hard, and the fact that he's straddling my crotch isn't making it any better.

Elliot slowly pulls my shirt up over my head, running his fingers over my chest softly, causing me to shiver at his touch. Once my shirt is off Elliot places kisses on my chest before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I moan softly and look down at him the same time he looks up at me, smiling with my nipple between his teeth and pulling, causing me to lay my head back down and close my eyes, the image of him doing that burned into my mind.

Elliot slowly makes his way to my waistband, placing wet kisses all over my belly, running his tongue over the planes my abs make. "I'll keep mine if you keep yours." Elliot whispers, leaning up and kissing my lips quickly. I nod as he goes back down and slips his index fingers under my waistband and slipping his tongue under too.

"Just take them off already!" I groan, moving my hands to my pants and unbuttoning them. Elliot pushes my hands away as I'm going to unzip them and I frown, looking down at him. He winks at me before taking the zipper between his teeth and pulling them down all while looking up at me. I shiver as he starts tugging on my jeans.

I lift up my hips as he pulls them down slowly, kissing my skin softly, leaving it tingling. I sigh loudly before pulling him up and cuddling him. Elliot looks up at me in confusion and I chuckle.

"Not today Elliot, not today." I say, kissing his forehead. Elliot shakes his head and smiles against my shoulder.

"What are you going to do about your problem?" He giggles softly. I groan and close my eyes. What does he not understand about not today?

"It'll go down eventually. . ." I murmur, thinking of old ladies and Ethan. No. Ethan is actually quite attractive. . . Think about Cassie naked. . . Ew! No!