Jackson (jax_london) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-12-20 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian battye, character: jackson london, thread: complete |
Who: Adrian Battye and Jackson London
When: December 20, late evening
Where: Smith House
What: Netflix and Chill
Rating/Warnings: high- sex stuff
Status: Closed/Complete
Being in a muggle house made life easier for Jackson in some ways since he was used to it, but he knew that for today he would stay at Adrian’s, apparating with the other boy to see his own parents the next evening. The couch was one of the more comfortable ones he had experienced in his life, and it was nice that Narissa and Adrian had Netflix. Watching movies and munching on popcorn just felt right. But then Adrian was his best friend. They had habits that just made sense for them. This was one, and he was lounging against the arm of the sofa, watching whatever it was his friend wanted to put on for the evening.
It was just easier to go from the train station in Marble City to the Smith house. It was more than enough travel in the day just with the train to Marble City. Having to take a Portkey to New Orleans on top of that would be too much. And Jackson and Adrian had found their 'normal' again which was good too. They could hang out and watch movies on the sofa without it being uncomfortable. No, it was quite comfortable, though Adrian was resisting the urge to lean into Jackson. They weren't that kind of comfortable anymore.
"You're good?" Adrian asked as the opening credits flashed. He'd already made sure Jackson had what he needed and wanted, but this was Jackson's first time at Adrian's house since they'd gone back to just being friends. The last time they were here was when they'd started hooking up. Maybe that was part of why Adrian was thinking about that so much.
Jackson glanced over at his friend speaking, nodding. “I'm good.” Because he was for the most part. Things were the way Adrian wanted them. He was back to being the other boy’s best friend. He hadn't messed that up at least, in all the things he had made a mess of in his life. He shifted a tiny bit and looked over again. “You good? Enough room?” Because he knew he could take up a lot of space and he didn't want to leave Adrian without.
Adrian nodded back. "It's your sofa as much as anyone's," Adrian pointed out, given how many nights Jackson had slept on it. Although Jackson had a home again now that he'd reconnected with his parents so it wasn't strictly true anymore. "But there's enough space," he answered.
“It's your house.” A small smile, he knew what his friend meant, but at the same time he felt strange claiming anything in this home as his. It wouldn't be right- Adrian didn't want more than friendship, which meant he had no claim on objects within Adrian’s home in any way. “Good. Long legs, I always worry I'm taking too much room.” Because he used to get teased at home for it, so it was a concern.
"Technically Mom and Dad's," Adrian shrugged returning the smile. His parents had nearly adopted Jackson after the accident, though not as completely as they had Adrian since Jackson still had parents and hadn't been abandoned the same way. "And you're fine." In all meanings of the word.
“I know. I'm glad they were willing to put up with me last year.” Because he had been a mess - really until the past summer. He smirked slightly at Adrian’s wording and nodded. “Good. Glad of it.” He leaned back a bit more against the sofa arm, relaxing to watch the movie. Or maybe watch Adrian watching it. He didn't know.
Adrian was aware of Jackson's eyes. He always was. Jackson's eyes were this blue that just… "Something wrong?" Adrian rubbed at his face wondering if he had butter or salt on it from the popcorn.
“No. Sorry. Just thinking I guess.” Partially a lie-Jackson was thinking. He just didn't want to admit to what he was thinking about. The thought of Adrian putting his lips on his. Or in other places. No. He was not thinking about that, and he turned his gaze to the movie, trying to drown those thoughts.
Adrian frowned a little. "Don't like my movie choice tonight?" It was a holiday movie, a comedy because it seemed appropriate to keep things light after a long day of travel - nothing too deep that would require a lot of effort to follow but still fun.
“Just distracted. The holiday and all, you know how it can be.” Jackson shrugged and offered a smile before looking back to the tv. He honestly had no idea what had been put on, and so figuring out what it was would be a step, he imagined.
"You've already been home once though." Adrian pointed out. He'd been glad that his friend had been able to have Thanksgiving with his family again. It meant Jackson was healing and that made Adrian happy. "Or are you seeing family you didn't see this time?"
“No, mostly the same.” Jackson glanced over at his friend again and smiled. “I'm okay and the movie is fine. Just got lost in a few thoughts.” A shrug and he turned back to the TV, trying to get back into… Whatever movie this was. He still had no idea.
Adrian worried, despite Jackson's statement he was fine. Lost in thoughts when they were watching a fun movie… "Are you worried about your auditions after Christmas?" It was a logical concern, even though he'd already gotten one acceptance. "You already got into one school."
“I know. I just always get nervous for performances.” Which was true. Prior to the performance he was always a bit skittish. “Will you be coming along?” Because it wasn't something he had asked yet but he would be glad to have his friend along with him.
"Do you want me too?" Adrian hadn't thought about it, but Jackson did get nervous about performances, and these were more than just playing in the gallery. He would if Jackson wanted it of course, but it hadn't occurred to him.
“I'm used to having you around when I perform.” It had been very rare that Adrian wasn't there for Jackson. While it wasn't exactly an answer really, it hinted at the fact that he wanted his friend to be there with him. “It is much like an athlete. I have my own small superstitions I suppose, good luck charms.”
"You're an athlete too." Adrian pointed out. He was more than aware of Jackson's muscular body. It was far more suited to an athlete than a classical pianist. Not that Jackson didn't look good in a suit too. He looked good period. Adrian shook his head. He wasn't friends with Jackson because he was hot. He was friends with him because he was Jackson.
“I'm a musician first.” He was athletic and tried to keep himself in good form, yes, but he was much more focused on the piano. He always had been. He offered a smile at Adrian and shrugged. “If you're able to come I would like it.” Because if he wasn't Jackson would understand. He liked having his friend around though. It was important to him.
Adrian had been an athlete first. Or a student. Or a student-athlete. Now he was apparently a former athlete. Adrian was still trying to adjust to that reality. "If you want me there, we can arrange it," Adrian offered.
“I do.” Because it was one of the few things that would put him more at ease. Adrian had always had faith in him, even when he didn't have it in himself. “I'd like you to come along. Maybe we can go see some sights too. I've never been to England…”
Adrian had been to England - London in particular before. "It's not that different, but the chocolate is better." Adrian tried to keep it light, as though it wasn't a big deal. As though travelling to another country with Jackson wasn't something… except Jackson hadn't been to England before, and Adrian hadn't been with him before and it would be different.
Jackson smiled, reassured by the fact that Adrian was willing. “I'm glad you'll be there.” He turned to look into his friend’s eyes, trying to convey as much gratitude as he possibly could. “It's… Better when you're around.” Because he just felt so much more at ease.
"You're good no matter what," Adrian believed that entirely. Jackson was talented and amazing and many other things he couldn't say. "Having something else to focus on - tourist stuff might even help keep you from getting too nervous." If it would help Jackson.
“I know I'm good. I just…” Jackson shook his head slightly. “I'm used to you being there. It makes me feel better about playing. About everything.” He ran a hand through his hair and glanced back to the TV, trying to not fixate on the fact that Adrian being around made him feel better in ways that he shouldn't be thinking on.
Adrian didn't look back at the TV; his blue eyes stayed on Jackson's face. It was different, except it wasn't. It had been this way for a while. Adrian tried to force his eyes back to the movie. They were watching a movie after all.
Jackson could feel Adrian’s eyes on him and he glanced over, frowning. “Are you okay?” Because he was acting strangely a little. He was staring, it felt like. Jackson was used to being watched, but Adrian was looking at him so intensely it was hard to not realize it.
Adrian nodded. "Fine." It was his turn to play innocent. He was fine. He had to be. They were friends. He wanted to be friends. "Just thinking about London."
“You liked it over there?” Because he hadn't traveled much outside of for music. He looked at Adrian curiously, the movie forgotten now. He wanted his attention on his friend. He wanted to know what it would be like to be there. He also wanted to be sure Adrian would enjoy it.
Adrian nodded. "It's a nice city… you can really feel the history and the culture in a way our cities don't have. Well… your hometown feels a little more European than most American cities. But London is less… musical." Adrian tried.
Jackson nodded at the explanation and smiled again, shifting on the couch. “Good. So it'll be nice. I don't want you to go and be bored while I'm rehearsing and all. I know you always watch me play, it's got to get repetitive.”
"It's not," Adrian admitted. He just liked being with Jackson. And playing and practicing was such an important part of Jackson's life… If he was honest, Adrian liked being there for those little moments more than anything. "So it'll be good."
“It will be. It's sort of hard to imagine doing important things without you, you know. I mean… You've always been there and believing in me.” A smile and he ran his hand through his hair again, looking back to the TV again.
"Professor Stark is probably going to have some schools for me to look at too. If you want to look at them with me." Adrian admitted softly. "He's coming for Christmas… with Wallace." Adrian was nervous about all of that.
“Oh?” This caught Jackson again and he turned to look at Adrian, his hand touching his friend's shoulder. “Are you okay? With that?” Because it seemed to him like it could be a recipe for a really tense holiday. “Do you want me to see if mom and dad want to come out here too? Maybe have a bigger gathering, hopefully diffuse it all?”
"Your parents don't need to get dragging into my own family drama. You should be able to enjoy your holiday. It's important in your family." Adrian didn't know all the details of what being catholic meant, but he knew it shaped Jackson and his family quite a bit. Still, he shifted into Jackson's gentle touch, shifting to lean into his friend.
“My parents adore you. I doubt they'd see it like that.” Because it was true. He was almost certain his parents would have no problem being with the Smith family for the evening. They had always been close and he knew his parents cared for Adrian a great deal.
"They are already going to see a fair bit of me this break, with us going to New Orleans tomorrow, and then to London and New York for your auditions." Adrian pointed out. He wasn't against it, but didn't want obligate the London family and drag them into his family drama. "It's just for dinner anyway. He's really busy even over the holidays."
“I'll see what they want to do. I don't want to leave you to deal with that yourself though.” Because Adrian mattered to Jackson. His eyes met Adrian's again, his hand lingering on the other’s shoulder. “I want it to be a good holiday for you.”
"Mom and Dad and Nari will be here too. And Wallace is Wallace." Adrian was used to her. She didn't surprise him or disappoint him anymore. He no longer expected anything of her. "And I was the one who invited him." He shifted closer to Jackson, nearly resting his head on his friend's shoulder.
“I know. I just want it to be a good holiday.” Because Adrian was important and Jackson hated the thought that the holidays would be anything but good for him. Adrian leaning closer caused him to almost unconsciously do the same, his eyes still fixed on his best friend.
"Exactly my point," Adrian wanted that for Jackson - and Professor Stark and everyone else he cared about. He shifted his head to look up at Jackson as he made his point. Jackson and his beautiful blue eyes, and the lips… Adrian absently wet his own, subconsciously responding to the closeness.
Jackson’s own lips parted slightly, almost as though he was going to speak. There were no words though, just a nod of assent with what his friend had said. They were so close. Too close. He could feel the tingling in the air between them, the electric hum of the closeness that he doubted most people ever heard- he was very much sound oriented and things registered to him in sounds even when there was none.
Adrian couldn't help but watch Jackson's lips open - speaking? But he didn't. There was a magnetic kind of pull that hadn't gone away. "You should… enjoy yourself." Adrian offered, his voice soft now. "Your holiday." He wanted to kiss Jackson. His friend. They'd just gotten back to normal again. He sat up sharply, pulling away before he screwed everything up again.
Jackson startled back slightly at the sudden movement, shaking his head to clear it. Adrian didn't want him doing this. He had to stop thinking about enjoying himself with Adrian. It was not the right thing to do. “Yeah. It'll be good.” Jackson nodded, forcing his eyes from his friend to the TV. He could watch the stupid movie. He still had no idea what movie it was, though.
"Sorry," Adrian apologized, noting Jackson's shake of the head and entirely misinterpreting it. Jackson had gotten over the whole sex thing and didn't need Adrian continuing to think about it. Dating hadn't worked. They weren't right for each other that way. "I don't want… to make you uncomfortable."
“You just startled me. You moved like you though I was going to bite you or something.” A pause and he shrugged. “I wouldn't. You made your wants clear. We’re friends.” Jackson’s voice was soft as he said that, his eyes still fixed on the TV, trying to avoid looking at Adrian and allowing him to see how much it hurt. Still.
"Yes," Adrian agreed softly, his voice oddly uncertain. Obviously uncertain. But Jackson was watching the movie. Adrian barely remembered what he'd put on. "We're friends."
Jackson was confused at the tone of his friend’s voice. He had been the one who wanted to go back to being friends. Was he doing something wrong now even with that? He hadn't thought he was. He had thought he was doing well at the way they had been. “What's wrong?” Obvious concern was in his voice, and his expression, when he looked back over.
"Sorry," Adrian apologized again, dropping his gaze when Jackson looked back at him. It was difficult to get over his attraction to Jackson. He had to though. "It got too comfortable," he admitted softly.
Jackson still looked confused. “What do you mean?” Because he wanted to understand what had been wrong so he would be able to avoid it in the future. He wanted Adrian comfortable with him. They were friends. They were supposed to be comfortable.
"You don't need me leaning on your shoulder like that… like we were more than friends." Adrian admitted. He didn't want to ruin things when it seemed like they had gotten over the mess of dating…. Except it hadn't all been a mess, just parts of it. And he was still in love with Jackson. It was why he couldn't mess it up again. He didn't want to confuse things though.
“We're friends. You should be comfortable.” Because to Jackson it was just them settling in together. Well. He wanted it to be more than that but he couldn't have that. He turned Adrian’s face slightly to look into his eyes. “I want you to be comfortable. It's important to me.”
"You don't want that kind of comfortable," Adrian murmured leaning subtly into the hand on his face. His eyes shifted from Jackson's eyes to his mouth. "It might ruin everything again."
Jackson could not help but notice the change in tone, in the pressure of his friend’s face against his hand. He couldn't want this though. He had to let it go. “I want you comfortable with me.” His voice was soft, deeply accented even more than normal, and his eyes remained fixed on Adrian.
The accent undid Adrian in ways mere words shouldn't. "Do you know what your accent does to me? When it gets soft and thick like that?" Adrian asked softly. Jackson couldn't know, wouldn't know. And yet Adrian's entire body reacted to it.
Jackson looked even more confused at that. Yes, he responded to sound, but he was a musician. Adrian wasn't. He supposed it could be some sort of bleeding over, but it was confusing still. “Tell me?” Because he had to know. He had to know what Adrian wanted now.
Adrian couldn't tell him, not in words. How could he explain it? There weren't enough words. He reached over to touch Jackson, his hand settling on his chest lightly. Adrian bothered his lower lip. "You're still attractive," he finally murmured.
Jackson simply watched. His eyes remained focused on Adrian, though a flash of heat ran through him with those words, that touch. He couldn't help it. He wanted, and he couldn't do anything about it. “My looks don't change…” He murmured softly, accent still unconsciously thicker.
"It's not just your looks though," Adrian murmured. Jackson was still the most beautiful man Adrian knew. Jackson was back to being Jackson around Adrian… the man he'd always loved. Adrian was going to ruin everything. Jackson didn't understand… didn't know. He'd gotten comfortable being friends again but for Adrian it just reminded him of what he'd loved about them.
A faint smile curved his lips and he shrugged. “I'm just me.” Because all of this seemed like some sort of puzzle that was missing one part, making it hard to complete. Most of the picture was there but there was one bit not connecting. One bit that was making everything else seem off somehow.
"Yea," Adrian answered. Except Jackson didn't always know what he was. "Just you." It was only and always Jackson. And that's what Adrian wanted - desired. "I only ever wanted you… as yourself. Just… being who you are." He still wanted him.
“You mean…” Jackson was going to lose his mind. Had lost it. Adrian still wanted him? Even with everything? It didn't make sense. He had messed everything up. He'd made it all wrong. “Tell me what you're saying, Adrian.” His eyes fixed on his friend’s again, intensely.
"It will ruin…" Adrian swallowed hard under the intensity of Jackson's eyes. He'd already ruined it. He closed his eyes tightly. It would be better to just do it and then Jackson would know and would leave it it would be over. Finally well and truly over. Adrian opened his eyes again, and then kissed Jackson.
Jackson froze for a split second before melting into the kiss, his hands moving to his friend’s cheeks to hold him there. This was it. This was what they needed. Each other. Being themselves, open to whatever was coming. His lips moved from Adrian’s for a moment, kissing by his ear before murmuring, “Yes.” Because this was everything he wanted.
Adrian had expected the non-reaction. Had braced himself, so when Jackson froze, Adrian knew he'd been right and that he had ruined it. But then Jackson kissed him back, his hands settled on Adrian's chest. And it was difficult not to lose himself in kissing Jackson again. He froze a little though when Jackson moved from his mouth - his word - yes… was he agreeing with what they were doing, or with Adrian's statement that it was ruining everything.
He felt Adrian freeze at his word and it took a moment to process why. He figured it out though quickly enough and he pulled back, his eyes meeting Adrian’s again. “Yes. I want you. I want this.” Because he did. He wanted Adrian touching and kissing and being close to him.
"I don't want to… ruin us." Adrian had kissed Jackson but it didn't lessen his fears. "We're friends…" Adrian tried to explain, tried to voice what was his fears without… destroying either the moment or their friendship.
“We’re friends.” He understood what Adrian wanted now. At least he was pretty sure he did. They should act the same. Not the boyfriend thing. Just who they were, but lovers too. He leaned to brush his lips over Adrian’s. “We can be friends and do this too.”
Adrian just wanted Jackson. He was in love with Jackson… not what Jackson thought he was supposed to be, but who he really was. "It won't…? You want? Are you sure?" Adrian was still waiting for Jackson to leave. To leave him.
“I want you.” That was all there was to it. Jackson wanted Adrian. There was no one else that felt as right when they were together. There was no way he would give that rightness up. “You're my best friend. I'm yours. This is okay. It's right.”
Adrian wasn't convinced that he hadn't just regressed them back to where they were misunderstanding each other and not listening. That he hadn't just brought them back to a place where everything was wrong between them. But it was hard to pretend he didn't still want to kiss Jackson and touch him either. Adrian shifted his hand along Jackson's chest, shifting closer. "You want this?"
“I want this. I want you.” A smile curved Jackson’s lips and he trailed a finger down his friend’s chest. “How could you doubt that? We’re… Good as friends. We’re good touching and kissing. We just have to keep both, right?” Because that seemed to make the most sense in his mind. Kissing and touching and holding and being friends all together.
"We tried once already." Adrian pointed out, as though it wasn't something they were both still recovering from. "Can we?" He worried about it, "Have both?" He'd been the one to kiss Jackson, to break the accord they had found. He continued to run his hands over Jackson's chest, in opposition to his words.
“We can have anything.” Jackson leaned to kiss Adrian softly, a smile on his lips when he pulled back. “I'm yours. You're mine. We're friends and we enjoy… Touching and kissing. We can do that.” Because that was what Adrian wanted. And honestly wasn't that what the best relationships were? They were best friends. That's what everyone always said.
Adrian did enjoy kissing Jackson… touching him. Merlin he wanted Jackson. He wanted to believe that they could be friends and still kiss. Still touch. He wanted to know it would be different this time. That it would work this time. That he wasn't risking their friendship. But Jackson kissed him, and Adrian couldn't (or perhaps didn't) stop himself from shifting closer. He wasn't sure he believed Jackson. Words weren't going to be enough, but they gave him the permission he needed now to keep kissing Jackson, keep touching his chest and getting closer.
Jackson sighed softly at the touching, his eyes closing for a moment at the sheer pleasure of them being close again. He had missed this. He had missed being able to know that their wants and needs were the same. They were together. “I want you.” It was a simple statement of unchanging fact. It always had been. It always would be.
Committed now, Adrian let his lips press into and then move against Jackson's throat. He was wanted… and he wanted Jackson in return. It hurt, the fear of losing his friend. But once they'd gotten past that, not being able to still kiss him hurt. It had been a long month not touching Jackson. "What do you want?"
“You. Everything. Touch me. Let me touch you.” Jackson’s eyes moved to Adrian’s again. “I want to feel you and know you want me too.” With all his flaws, everything he had messed up. He wanted Adrian to show him that this was real and that they could be together in this way.
"Do you want to turn off the movie?" Adrian was nervous still, inviting Jackson back to his room even though they knew each other. Even though Jackson had just said he wanted… Adrian wanted to make Jackson happy. To make him feel good. He'd been the one to say that they needed to break up after all. He needed to show Jackson he still wanted him too.
Jackson glanced over at it, then looked at Adrian somewhat sheepishly. “I don't even know what movie it is…” Because it was true. He had been paying next to no attention to it since Adrian had put it on, and he didn't care about it. He cared that he had time with his best friend. That was the important part of all this.
Adrian looked over at the screen, not sure himself what he'd put on at this moment. "Is that a yes?" His hand stilled on Jackson's chest. "Or do you want me to restart it? Or do you want to put on something else?" Adrian tried.
“I don't care about the movie.” Completely serious. Why should he care about the movie when he had Adrian touching him? Nothing other than that mattered. “I want you. Not the stupid movie.”
Adrian swallowed, licking his lips again. "Let's move to… my room then," Adrian felt oddly nervous asking Jackson that even though this wasn't the first time they were going to have sex. There was an importance to it all though.
“Yes.” He rose to his feet and grinned at Adrian, offering one hand to pull him along. He wasn't sure how the new lung issue would affect the interaction, so he would have to watch, but he had no intention of letting that damage the pleasure they would both have. “Come on, then.”
Adrian wasn't worried about his new breathing issues - in part because it didn't occur to him. The tightness he still felt in his chest had become routine to him. And if he was feeling a little short of breath now, it was, he assumed, because of nerves and anticipation.
Jackson headed to the bedroom with his friend. It was familiar and strange all at one time, but that was okay. It was good. Once they were there he murmured a silencing charm, not really wanting Adrian's sister to hear them. This was just for them. No one else.
Adrian's brow crinkled a little at the charm. They weren't that loud were they? And Nari wasn't the sort to spy even if she could overhear. He didn't argue and instead wrapped his arms around his friend (lover?) shifting their bodies closer again so he could kiss Jackson some more.
Jackson let out a soft groan at the contact and allowed his hands to grip Adrian’s ass. The kissing was good as a start. He wanted more though. He wanted them to have everything. It had been too long. “I want to be inside you, Adrian…” Because he didn't want the first time to be drawn out. There would be time for that later in the evening. Now? He just wanted their pleasure.
"We have all night," Adrian teased, as though his body hadn't pulsed and he hadn't hardened at Jackson's request. As if Adrian wanted to deny Jackson anything either. His hand though shifted between their bodies to touch Jackson and help him firm up enough for what he wanted to do.
“You really think I only want to go once?” A wicked grin and Jackson arched into the touch, a growl welling in his throat as he moved them both toward the bed. It wouldn't take much to get him hard enough. With Adrian it never did, and he lightly pushed the smaller boy into a sitting position on the bed, meeting his eyes, obviously wanting more now.
"Even then." Adrian pointed out, but didn't resist moving to the bed or sitting on it. He reached to begin opening Jackson's belt and pants since the other boy was still standing in front of him. There was only a limited number of times he could take Jackson inside him, but since the other boy was far more concerned about Adrian's body than even he was sometimes, he didn't bother to remind the other boy not wanting him to start fussing before they'd even had sex.
Jackson smiled at the unfastening of his pants and belt. “Even then. I intend to make you scream while I'm inside you.” He bent to kiss his friend, capturing his lips while one hand moved to unfasten Adrian’s belt and pants as well. They needed to get these clothes off, and fast. His body was already enflamed, demanding more, quickly.
Adrian wasn't normally that loud, but it seemed like Jackson wanted him to be? Adrian wasn't sure if he was supposed to try to be to make him happy… but no… it was trying to be what the other wanted instead authentic that got them into trouble before. He shifted so that his pants could come off after shoving Jackson's down. And then since Jackson seemed impatient, he began to stroke him.
Jackson allowed his head to fall back for a moment, reveling in the feel of Adrian’s hand on his erection. He had missed this. He had missed it more than he even realized. Soon enough though he put his hand on Adrian’s, stopping him and bending to kiss him again. His hand then moved to cup his lover’s ass again, pulling him so their bodies were closer- Jackson had to bend a good deal, but he wanted to feel his lover against him like this.
When stopped, Adrian moved instead to wrap his hand around the back of Jackson's head, and then slowly leaned back, drawing Jackson down onto the bed with him - pulling him on top of him. That was certainly closer, if Jackson was trying to get closer.
That was what Jackson wanted, and he again allowed himself to just melt into the touches for a moment. He needed to be close to Adrian, needed to be held and touched and to do the same for the other. His hand slipped down to trace over Adrian’s erection before starting to stroke it, easily falling back to the rhythm his lover responded to.
It wasn't fair that Jackson stopped Adrian from touching him, but was touching Adrian. Merlin his hand felt good though. He knew how to touch… Adrian slid a hand down Jackson seeking him out again. And since he still had a hand around the back of Jackson's head, he could keep him close as his mouth sifted to Jackson's ear, letting his warm breath wash over it before his lips made contact against it.
Jackson bucked up into Adrian when his breath, then lips touched his ear, a muffled groan of pleasure escaping him. They knew how to make each other respond, there was no doubt about that. They could bring pleasure and get pleasure, and Jackson needed more still. “Yes,” he murmured again softly, still stroking his lover.
It was a relief almost to hear Jackson in this moment - to feel him responding. Adrian felt his lover's response and was excited by it too. He wanted Jackson to feel good. And wanted this closeness in a way he hadn't realized until they were together again. He didn't stop, knowing Jackson enjoyed it and wanting that for him. Pulling him closer… pressing himself closer.
Jackson wanted this. He had wanted this for longer than he had known, and he wanted it to last. He didn't want to get off yet. He didn't want Adrian to either - he wanted to get him close, and draw it out. Plateaus before the final release would make it more intense for them both, and he wanted to feel his lover coming apart around him while they were united. His hand continued to stroke, knowing he would be able to judge reactions by the soft changes in breathing Adrian had.
Adrian wasn't nearly so conscious about this. He was careful and reserved in other parts of his life. In sex, he tended to follow his intuition, responding and reacting to the moment. It was nearly impossible not to react to Jackson - not to respond. The subtle rasp began to tinge his breathing now as he was breathing harder.
Jackson was slightly concerned about the rasp, but part of him knew that if it was too much, he would know. The deeper breathing would always have this now, he thought. It couldn't be something that stopped them, unless Adrian was truly unable to get enough air. “Want this… Want you so badly…”
Adrian felt like he didn't have enough hands. He wanted to touch Jackson, to hold him closer. And he wanted to pull off his shirt and reach for the small jar of lubricant in his bedside. Yes, there were charms but there were potions made for the purpose too. And Adrian did none of that yet because doing either would mean he would have to let go of Jackson somehow and he wasn't ready for that yet. Jackson said he wanted this… and Adrian was enjoying the moment to much to break it, even to go further.
Jackson too was stuck feeling like he needed more hands. He wanted to prepare Adrian, wanted to get him lubed and ready, and he could not do that while they were messing around like this. He had to move to do any of that and he did not want to. He wanted to keep stroking Adrian and being stroked until they were both insane with the pleasure of being together again.
Adrian could happily get off this way. He almost wanted to. He liked just touching Jackson and being touched. He didn't need more, but Jackson wanted to be inside him - he'd said that. Adrian didn't want to disappoint him. Finally he shifted, letting go of Jackson's head to reach for his shirt, wanting, if nothing else, to feel that skin against his.
Jackson automatically accepted the movement, using it to launch his own attack on Adrian’s shirt too. His fingers trailed up and down his lover’s chest, savoring the feel of the skin there. This was all he had ever wanted, he knew it now, and he couldn't figure out how he had made it through a month without this.
Adrian made a soft sound as they made more skin contact. Yes he was stroking Jackson, but there was another kind of intimacy to feel the planes of his chest beneath his hand too. It was a different kind of intimacy… to be able to touch him everywhere… anywhere.
All that was going through Jackson’s mind was that Adrian was his and he wouldn't mess this up again. He wanted all of this to last. His hand moved along his side, shifting a bit so they could look into each other's eyes. He knew that the touch to the side would help the pleasure increase he was going for. He wanted to make Adrian’s release so strong that he couldn't even speak.
Another soft sound as Jackson's hands moved along Adrian's side. Did he know - did he remember that was one of Adrian's more sensitive areas? Or was it an accidental touch? No, his eyes were intense… Did he know what his eyes could do? Even if he remembered what touches elicited reactions from Adrian, Adrian knew Jackson didn't understand the power of his eyes. That alone pushed Adrian to the brink.
He continued to stroke along Adrian’s side, obviously focused on the task. “Don't come yet, lover…” His breath was on Adrian’s neck, his tone soft, obviously rough with lust. The accent was even more full in force, but he wanted his partner to wait, to hold out, to get even more from this.
The response was a frustrated sort of sound. Adrian didn't want to slow down, but didn't want to disappoint Jackson either. "Don't be so attractive," he grumbled back. The accent didn't help… the soft tone… and the maddening hand touching him intimately. But Adrian focused his breathing (still rougher than he realized it sounded) and tried to temper his response to the maddening man touching him. Except touching Jackson was exciting him too… and bugger all.
Jackson couldn't help the laugh at his lover’s words. “Trust me…” Because that was important to him. The fact that he wanted to show Adrian how much pleasure he could have from this. “Breathe with me, and just feel…” He slowed his own breathing, to prevent himself from getting off too. His eyes remained on Adrian’s, wanting them to have that connection.
"I am." Adrian murmured softly. He did trust Jackson in this moment. And he was feeling… did Jackson not see what he was feeling? What just his touch was doing to Adrian? It was so difficult though. Jackson wasn't not touching him - his voice.. his eyes on Adrian's. "It's too much..." Jackson was too much.
“Trust me. Just breathe through it.” His hand moved a bit slower, wanting to draw it out more. His eyes stayed on Adrian’s, taking in the pleasure that was on his face. “I want you to have more…” He watched the responses, wanting to time it so that he would be able to give Adrian a release he wouldn't soon (ever?) forget.
Adrian didn't know what more Jackson thought there was. But he kept his gaze on Jackson's - watching him and his face. Did Jackson feel it too? The frustration and the desire and the need?
Jackson could, yes. It was a lot. Dragging out the pleasure would make it even better. He bent to kiss his lover deeply, stroking him again more firmly. “Let go, now…” Because he needed to, Jackson could tell. He would worry later about explaining and showing Adrian what he was actually going for. This was what they both needed now though.
"You too," Adrian murmured, not able to follow Jackson's instructions now - after the delays - until he knew Jackson was with him. "Please," Adrian added softly, gently… desperately. He wanted them together in this… wanted Jackson's pleasure too.
Jackson nodded, pushing up into Adrian’s hand. “Yes…” His body was tense, responding to the sounds, the touches, all of it. A soft growl escaped him again, his body shaking as he reached his own release.
Adrian was shaking too, even after. Even with the release, he wanted to be close, to feel Jackson's body against his and have that contact. He kissed Jackson - mouth, shoulder, skin. He didn't want to stop touching just because they'd gotten off. They were able to touch for the first time in a month.
Jackson too was reeling from the fact that they had been together for the first time in a month. His fingers traced along Adrian’s cheek and he smiled slightly. “Good?” Because that was always something that was important to him.
"You are," Adrian agreed softly, his breathing still heavy - the subtle rasp still audible. But Jackson was touching him… they were together. Still together. After everything.