Jackson (jax_london) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-10-20 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian battye, character: jackson london, thread: complete |
Who: Adrian Battye and Jackson London
When: 20 October, after classes.
Where: Prefect Bathroom
What: Drama things
Rating/Warnings: "Fighting"… So much sex stuff...
Status: Closed/Complete
Adrian just wanted to relax. The tension was wearing him down. It was difficult, the awkward place he was in with Jackson. It wasn't clear if they were together or not, after their last exchange. Adrian didn't want to fight with Jackson, but didn't know how to resolve this latest issue either. A long soak wasn't likely to really help, but it couldn't hurt at least.
Jackson would swear if he was asked that he hadn't been following Adrian to try for an opportunity to catch the other boy alone. It wasn't very easy but he finally managed it, watching him enter the prefect bathroom. He waited a moment, checking around him before walking to the door and entering quietly behind his friend. (Boyfriend? Lover?)
"Do you know how hard it is to find you alone?" Jackson raised a brow slightly, looking at the other boy.
Adrian stiffened at the voice, though his expression was carefully blank when he turned to find Jackson. There was no pretending then that this was anything but a confrontation. Adrian always tried to avoid confrontations. "It depends on what you mean by alone." Adrian offered. He felt alone, even when others were around him more often than not.
"I mean without other people." Jackson sighed and moved closer to Adrian, examining him as he did so. He looked the same and yet he was obviously tense, looking like he would rather bolt than anything else. He couldn't snap. He was hurt more than angry, and that came through in his next words. "Do you not want me anymore?"
"It's not…" Adrian's eyes fixed on a spot on the ground just to the side of Jackson. This whole thing had been a mistake. Jackson never used to worry about things like that when they were just friends. Would have just accepted when Adrian needed a little space. Except Adrian did want Jackson around. Just.. not the questions and the tension and the conflict.
"Back to how we were then." Jackson spoke quietly, resigned. He had messed up, that was pretty obvious, and there really didn't seem to be much he could do about it. He just had to accept that Adrian didn't want more than that. "I'll let you wash up then."
It was easier, before. It didn't hurt when Jackson disappeared or went to stay with other friends. And it hurt now that Jackson was leaving him. Even knowing from the beginning Jackson would leave him hadn't prepared him for the reality. Enough that it was hard to say anything for the knot in his throat. "If that is what you want." Adrian wasn't entirely sure how the words got out, though they were whispered.
Jackson watched Adrian's face. He knew the other boy's expressions well by this point, and he knew that he was not happy. He didn't know what to do to fix it. He stepped forward, his hand moving to Adrian's cheek and stroking it. "I don't. I want you." His voice was soft and his eyes fixed on his lover, biting his lip slightly.
Adrian looked to Jackson's eyes - briefly - at the contact of Jackson's hand, before they skittered away again and he tried to pull back. Jackson didn't want, not really. Adrian swallowed again, hard and closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly shut, trying desperately to get control of himself. So he didn't have to see Jackson actually leave because Adrian wasn't good enough to stay with.
Jackson could see the pain in the other boy's face and it hurt him like a knife. He didn't know how to fix this. He couldn't leave until he made it right somehow. He leaned forward, brushing lips over Adrian's forehead, his eyes, his cheeks. He didn't speak. Words would not help. Actions would help.
Adrian didn't deserve anything. Jackson had made clear that Adrian was a failure as a boyfriend - a ghost as he'd said. Or that Adrian had ghosted him. Or something. Adrian knew Jackson was disappointed in him. That they'd fought, or would have except Adrian wouldn't argue back.
But here was Jackson kissing him. He'd said he was going to leave… why wasn't he gone yet? Why hadn't he left? He should. Adrian would let him. He accepted it was going to happen. He knew it would happen. Instead, Adrian moved to put mouth against Jackson's.
Jackson responded instinctively to the kiss, his hand cupping Adrian's cheek. He didn't know still what to do and yet he had to try. He could not speak yet and break the connection. Instead, he pulled the other boy's slim body against him, holding him tightly. He didn't want to lose Adrian. He loved him. He could not give this up.
The kiss was desperate, hungry. Adrian couldn't help himself. He pressed against Jackson, wrapping his arms around the other boy too. It had been far too long since the night they'd had sex. Since they'd been alone together… or spent any time together at all.
Jackson responded to the hunger. There was a slight taste of salt at his lips and he felt a dampness. Was he crying? Was Adrian? He didn't know. He just couldn't pull away yet. He needed the closeness. He needed to be loved, even if it was only a moment.
Adrian's hands formed fists in the back of Jackson's shirt. Tightly. He was still tense - so tense, like he could break. Like he would break. And the kiss did. Adrian let go of Jackson to wipe at his eyes with the back of his fist. Stupid. He was stupid.
Jackson frowned at the sight, stepping closer again. His thumb stroked under his lover's eyes and he brushed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'm here." Because all that Adrian could focus on was the now, and so he would draw attention to just that.
Jackson's eyes were shining, red-tinted too. Adrian was not so unaware he didn't see that. Adrian frowned, not sure what to do with that. It was clearly his fault. Jackson had already yelled at him for 'ghosting'. And then he cried with Adrian kissed him. "Sorry, I…" should have let him go when Jackson had wanted to. Adrian swallowed, "shouldn't have."
Jackson shook his head a little. "I'm here, Adrian." And he had no desire to leave. He traced his fingers over the other boy's cheek and looked into his eyes. Words. Still useless. Touch and holding and kissing seemed to make Adrian understand that Jackson was there at least for the moment, and one of his hands settled on Adrian's hip, holding him in place for the time being.
Adrian shook his head. He wanted to bury his face in Jackson's body… but wouldn't. Couldn't. He tried to breath - to catch his breath around the knot still in his throat. It wasn't right. Jackson shouldn't be with him. Adrian was disappointing him, obviously. He wasn't good at this… might not be capable of being what Jackson needed him to be.
Jackson wrapped his arms around Adrian, pulling him close for the moment. He could feel that he wasn't trying to leave, that he was holding Adrian close so they would be together. One hand rubbed lightly over his lover's back and he sighed, resting his cheek on the top of Adrian's head.
Adrian, as smart as he was, was bad with people sometimes. And now was one of those times when he couldn't make sense of what was happening. Jackson wasn't leaving. Wasn't yelling at him as he had over the journals. And he wasn't leaving. "Are you still mad at me?"
"I'm upset you sort of vanished. That doesn't mean I'm not here." He stroked his hand over Adrian's hair and sighed again. Yes, he was mad. It was difficult to deal with the way his friend acted sometimes, but at the same time he knew it was just Adrian's fear coming out. "Because I am. Here with you."
Adrian didn't want Jackson upset with him. He didn't want to be the cause of it. But it happened. Again. "I'm not what you want." Adrian wasn't right for Jackson, clearly. It was easier as friends. It didn't hurt like this. Adrian didn't upset Jackson.
Jackson sighed again softly and closed his eyes. "Sometimes when things change they can be uncomfortable. It doesn't mean that it's not worth working at." He kissed Adrian's forehead and examined him for a moment, shaking his head a tiny bit. "In my mind, it's worth working at. Worth trying."
It wasn't difficult when they started. When they were in his home and they were touching each other. It was simple then. It was just… reacting then. Adrian wanted Jackson to be happy. Jackson wasn't happy. "It shouldn't be…"
"Everything takes work, Adrian." That was only logical. He shifted back, still holding his friend but also working to look into his eyes. "The discomfort for a little bit while we figure this out is worth it to me. I'm here." He didn't give a timeline. He knew it would be doubted and nitpicked if he did. Easier to focus on now.
'I'm sorry." Adrian murmured softly, still aware that he was somehow failing this. He wanted Jackson… and didn't want to hurt him.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. We're together now. We're good." J\ackson tilted Adrian's head up to look into his eyes. "Right? We're good." Because he wanted Adrian to agree too. It was important that they both were on the same page with that.
"Are you sure?" Adrian felt keenly the fact that Jackson had been upset. He was not convinced it was as easy as that to just… let it go. He wanted it to be that easy. He wanted Jackson to… well he wanted Jackson.
While Jackson had been upset, he knew that Adrian had a different mindset and it was something that he had to be patient about. Love was hard for the other boy to accept. He had to prove himself slowly but surely and he was more than ready to be patient as long as it took.
Jackson didn't answer the question, Adrian noted. Jackson wasn't really okay then. Adrian shouldn't be surprised. It wasn't good like Jackson said, he was still upset. "What can I do?'
Jackson looked confused for a moment before a small smile curved his lips. "We've been friends a really long time, right?" He brushed his lips over Adrian's before continuing. "You trusted me as a friend. Is there anything different now? Because I just want you to know... I'm still me, okay?"
"It's not like just friends though..." Adrian murmured. Jackson didn't get upset with him for... Anything when they were just friends. They'd already had two... Adrian wasn't sure what they were, fights perhaps... since they'd begun... dating. "You weren't disappointed with me then."
"It's more... Hurt? Maybe?" Jackson met Adrian's eyes and bit his lower lip. "Because usually even if you want alone time you mention like, hey I'm going to be busy, or whatever." And he hadn't. He had just avoided and ignored. It was confusing and hurtful. It hadn't been that way before and it didn't make sense. They were the same people.
"It didn't matter before." Adrian explained. Jackson had had his own things... Would go off on his own for days or weeks without explanation. Adrian had still been here... Just with his sister more. He hadn't done right by her either, even if she didn't say it like Jackson did.
"I just... Like to know. I mean, if you don't want me around for some time it's fine but tell me. Don't just..." He shrugged. "Don't just not be around. I miss you when you're not around." Because Adrian was important. Not that others weren't but he was a lot more.
"You wouldn't have heard me, about your family," Adrian pointed out gently. He had known for the last year that his parents still loved him, but Jackson couldn't handle that in the state he was in. Adrian didn't think a letter, even when Jackson initiated would entirely change that if Jackson had something else he could use to escape. But instead, giving him space to process had given him something different to fixate on instead.
"But I still would have liked you to say something. I like you around." A small, almost sheepish shrug and he looked down for a moment. "I mean... You make me smile." It was true. Thinking of Adrian and the relationship they had made him feel good.
"When you aren't feeling hurt..." Adrian admitted softly. He didn't want to be the new reason Jackson was hurt. He didn't want to hurt Jackson.
Jackson shrugged. "I've done things that've hurt you too." Because he had been sort of an ass the past year and even if he had a reason it still didn't justify neglecting and being unreliable when it came to his best friend. He was trying though to be better now and he hoped he was doing a good job on it.
"It's okay." Adrian accepted that he would be hurt. That is what people did. "You had more important things to worry about." He was used to being disappointed by others. He expected it, but that didn't mean he wanted to be the reason Jackson hurt... He tried to accept people as they were, and hoped for the same. They used to have that.
"You didn't..." A pause and he shook his head. He knew this was not an argument he would win and so he just figured it would be better to accept what was said. His hand cupped Adrian's cheek lightly and he shook his head. "I don't anymore." Because Adrian was the most important thing at this moment - and would likely remain so.
Jackson's words… Adrian didn't have more important things to worry about… Maybe not. His sister had fought him when he told her he would escort her to help protect her from the boggart. He'd thought it was important… and thought that giving Jackson time to actually process the letter from his parents was important too. And Jackson did still have more important things to worry about than Adrian. Adrian didn't think he should even be in the top five. With a soft sigh, Adrian pointed that out, "You still do."
Jackson watched Adrian's face for a moment, trying to puzzle out what he was thinking, before shaking his head. "No. I don't." His tone was firm as he said that, his eyes fixed on Adrian's. He sighed softly and kissed Adrian's forehead, examining him again. "There isn't anything more important right now." Even with processing his parents and the fact that he was speaking to them again? He would never have done it without the courage and support he had always gotten from Adrian.
Jackson was being a Gryffindor again, Adrian realized. Chivalrous and such. There would be no convincing the other boy of the untruth of his statements, although Adrian knew them for the flattery that they were. He didn't want to start another fight though, so didn't point it out. He wasn't entirely sure how they weren't still fighting about the earlier issues, if Adrian was to be honest. Jackson was starting to baffle him, and they'd known each other for years. Adrian just nodded, not sure what else to do that was safe.
"Did you want a bath?" Jackson lightly kissed Adrian's cheek and looked at him, one hand almost unconsciously settling on Adrian's side now. Learning and attention to detail made things like that happen without him even realizing sometimes that he was doing them. "Are we okay now?" A hopeful look was in his face as he gazed at his friend. "I want us to be okay..."
"That had been my thought when I came up here,". Adrian admitted as he came back to focus. Jackson was asking him if they were okay? "You would know that... If we're okay..." Adrian murmured. He understood logically that Jackson had been upset, and a little of why, but relationships were not something he wa skilled at, clearly.
“You want company?” Jackson was tentative now, because he really wasn’t certain if Adrian wanted him in that way. He wanted to be wanted that way, obviously, but if Adrian didn’t he would step back. He stroked his friend’s cheek and looked into his eyes. “As long as you’re not going to avoid me anymore?” Because that hurt. He wanted his friend around, or at least to know why he wasn’t, if he wasn’t.
"It wasn't... Avoiding..." It was just... Adrian sighed. There was no way to explain it so that it made sense. Did he want company... Jackson was asking to bath with him? Or just watch? "If you want... The bath is big enough..."
Jackson elected to ignore the fact that Adrian indicated it wasn’t avoiding, then trailed off. It had been, no matter the cause. Jackson knew though that this was how he dealt with things naturally and so he couldn’t remain mad. He brushed a kiss over Adrian’s lips and moved his hands to start undoing the buttons on his shirt. His eyes remained on the other boy’s face as he did so, watching for any response he got.
Adrian started to react to the kiss just as Jackson ended it to begin undressing him. He was clearly still waiting for it all to be over. He held his breath as Jackson undressed him, before finally carefully reaching to remove Jackson's shirt too.
Jackson smiled slightly at the moment Adrian seemed to register that they were moving forward again. It was always interesting to him to note that his friend had such a difficult time understanding things that were basic to Jackson, and he wondered if there was any way to move him past it. Patience was important, he knew, and he would not leave- which hopefully one day would show his lover that he deserved to be loved and happy. He bent and kissed Adrian, still working on the buttons of his shirt and allowing the other to remove his as well.
Adrian expected bad things, and Jackson was too good to be real. But they were undressing, kissing again. And he did want to kiss Jackson, he just didn't expect it as unhappy as his friend had been. He wanted to do more than kiss Jackson, really, but kissing him was a start.
Jackson would not agree with Adrian that he was too good to be real. He loved his friend. He always had. He always would. It was just something that he didn't think about- like his heartbeat and his breathing. His hand ran along Adrian's side, listening as they kissed to hear any response from the other boy.
After the desperation of the first kiss, all of Adrian's uncertainties were apparent in this kiss, but the unconscious reactions were there. Adrian shifted closer, and moved so that Jackson could reach his side more easily. He slid his hand over Jackson's now bare chest. He was still quiet, but was responding, starting to initiate a little more again.
Jackson smiled against his lover's lips, one hand sliding to start unfastening his pants. They needed to come off. It was required. He needed Adrian bare and wanting just like he was, and he pushed his hips forward into the other boy, softly growling, wanting to possess his lover again and claim him.
Was Jackson really okay with him? It seemed like he was, like he had actually gotten over his temper, judging by the hand on his pants. "Are you sure?" Adrian whispered as his own hands settled on Jackson's waistband, fingers at the fastener.
Jackson nodded. "I want you." His voice was soft, but firm. It was an unarguable fact. Jackson wanted Adrian and he always would, no matter how many stupid disagreements there were. The other boy had to get past a lot and Jackson knew he had to prove regularly that Adrian was the one he wanted. Honestly though, to him it was worth it.
Adrian wasn't convinced he was worth it, but he didn't know Jackson's thoughts. What he had was his words, and his pants that he could open... And a mouth that he could kiss... Or Jackson's ear.
Jackson let out a pleased sound when Adrian found his ear. He was not as good at being quiet when he felt good, and Adrian made him feel good. He pushed down at Adrian's pants, then ran his finger up the other boy's side playfully, tracing along the soft skin that was hidden from everyone but him.
Adrian felt oddly relieved to hear Jackson's happy sound. It reassured him somehow, and allowed him to relax a little into the moment. Into what he was doing to Jackson's body. And every detail of Jackson's ear beneath his mouth. The way the skin of his stomach felt beneath his fingertips, and the feel of his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around him.
Jackson sighed as his earlobe was teased. He traced along his lover's side again, wanting to please and excite him. His body responded easily to the other boy, pressing himself against Adrian again. "Tell me what you want me to do, Adrian..." His voice was breathy and harsh, forcing himself to focus on this being for both of them.
"I want you to feel good," Adrian replied softly, his hand slipped lower. Yes, there were other ways to make Jackson feel good, but this one seemed the most immediate. And Adrian did want to help Jackson feel good.
A moan as Adrian slid his hand lower, and Jackson's body arched into the touch. His own hand moved down on Adrian as well, stroking his body, wanting to share pleasure. There was no reason with them both having hands that either of them should not be touching the other.
Jackson finally got the caught breath from Adrian that made clear the effect the other boy had on him. They'd had sex, but it was powerful still what they could do with just hands. Adrian enjoyed the feel of Jackson in his hand more than perhaps he should. Everything else they did was just… more.
Jackson let out a gasp when his erection was in Adrian's hands and his eyes closed for a moment, breathing deeply. His touch had affected him so much more than anyone else's had in his life. "Yes," gasped quietly, his own hand moving to stroke Adrian.
Adrian kissed at Jackson's neck as they settled into a similar pace. It had taken so little time for this to become easy, natural. Adrian was too distracted by what they were doing to think about what it might mean, or even to realize that it was something at all.
Jackson would have been able to interpret what it meant if he was focused on that. Right now his whole focus was Adrian's hand on him and his hand on Adrian. He moved his fingers along the other boy's side as he stroked, wanting his lover to have as much pleasure as possible.
Adrian shifted into the touch, thoughts scattering so that it was just the moment they were in. It was only what he was doing to Jackson and what Jackson was doing to him. It felt good. It was good.
Jackson couldn't help his reactions to Adrian any more than he could help breathing, though quite honestly his breathing was labored, more gasps now than actual breaths. He moved his hand a bit faster against his lover, wanting to get him just as inflamed and mindless as Jackson himself felt.
Adrian gasped into Jackson's skin, struggling to focus even though to coordinate his mouth with his hand while standing and withstanding what Jackson was doing to him in turn. He shifted subtly closer, wanting the contact of their bodies to go with their hands. touching, pulling him closer. He wanted closer.
Jackson growled again softly, his free hand adjusting to press Adrian against his body, his eyes closing for a second before meeting those of his lover, wanting the other to know that he was focused on nothing but the pleasure they were sharing.
Jackson's blue eyes fixing on his were almost too much. The feeling of his body was good, his hand was amazing. But it was always Jackson's eyes that had the biggest effect on him, especially in moments like this - when they were alone and intimate.
Jackson rocked into Adrian's hand and moaned, his body responding to his lover, the fact that he well knew that the other boy could not mistake him when they were looking at each other this way. It was not something he ever wanted to give up- pleasuring Adrian was like playing piano at this point, a vital part of his life.
Adrian felt the tension building, and Jackson's noises and motions only added to the sensations building in his own body. No… his motions and sounds and blue blue eyes did more than just add, they pushed Adrian over, his body jerking, thrusting into Jackson's touch as he came apart.
Jackson couldn't last with those sounds, the feel of Adrian coming and the fact that he brought it about. His body tensed, his eyes closing tightly as he released, his arm wrapped around his lover pulling him closer, needing the closeness they shared.
Adrian was slow to release Jackson even as he knew the other boy had come as well, Adrian wasn't ready to give up the connect they'd shared. He did like touching Jackson… being touched… And didn't want to go back to the awkwardness they had started this entire interaction with.
"Let me wash you," Jackson breathed into Adrian's ear. He wanted to have a chance to make the other feel good, attended to and loved even if he couldn't - well, wouldn't use the word now. Adrian didn't and couldn't believe it verbally and so he had to show it as much as possible.
The bathtub was big enough for both of them. Adrian nodded softly. "If you want to." Adrian was slow to let him go even to step to the bathtub to start the water. The tiny fear that Jackson would leave the moment things stopped was a soft undertone now that they were coming down from the release.
"I do want to." Because the thought of being able to stroke and caress every inch of Adrian appealed to him. He waited until the water was high enough and then led his lover into the tub, picking up the bar of soap and a rag as they went. He started gently, soap and rag running delicately over the other boy's skin.
Adrian settled into the water with Jackson. He watched as Jackson moved his hands and the soap and rag over his skin. In some sense, this entire thing had started this way, though with the roles reversed, and Adrian wasn't injured… and perhaps there was a lack of innocence now that their first interaction had.
Jackson followed the rag with his mouth, offering small kisses as he finished washing sections of Adrian's body. He liked exploring the other boy, making him feel good, and honestly his body responded to the way his friend reacted to him.
Adrian hissed a surprised breath when Jackson followed the washing cloth with his mouth. It was unexpected, despite the intimacy of what they were doing. Adrian leaned his head back on the side of the tub a moment, and when he raised it again, he reached to begin touching Jackson in return.
Jackson didn't stop him, but really he wanted this to be more about his lover. He wanted to show Adrian what it was like to have his body worshipped, loved and wanted. And not just for the pleasure it could give, but because he himself was loved and wanted. He continued his caresses, focusing on places he knew Adrian enjoyed being touched.
Adrian didn't like to be entirely the focus. He wasn't used to it. And yet Jackson was clearly focused on Adrian, seemingly undistracted by Adrian's touch. Adrian wanted… he didn't know what he wanted, but it felt strange to have Jackson so fixated on him. Yes, it felt good, physically, but the meaning was uncomfortable, especially since Jackson was so recently upset with him.
Jackson was tense, his body thrumming with every touch from Adrian. He had to force himself to focus, but making Adrian happy was a goal. His fingers trailed down his lover's side and he met his eyes, staring deeply for a moment before bending to kiss him, pulling him close against his body. Washing was forgotten for the moment as he held Adrian, needing the closeness.
The soft touch along Adrian's side did more than a simple touch seemed like it should. Did Jackson know what effect that subtle touch had on him? He probably didn't. He probably thought it was just a touch. The look in his eyes as he did it though… maybe he did… Adrian didn't ponder that though, distracted as he was by the kiss. He wrapped one hand around the back of Jackson's head, pulling him into the kiss.
Jackson sighed against his lover's lips, still running his hand over the other boy's side. He wanted to please, to show Adrian that he was learning his body. This was a new relationship, yes, but he knew Adrian well enough already to know that touching intimately in spots he naturally concealed helped to arouse him more. It wasn't shocking really, and he was intrigued deeply by it.
What Jackson was doing worked. Adrian's body was reacting, even though they had gotten each other off such a short time ago. They were now naked, in the bath, kissing… water wasn't much of a lubricant, but it could be a start. Adrian pulled Jackson closer, shifting into him a little more. Despite having kept his distance before today, now Adrian was ready, wanted to be close to Jackson.
Jackson pressed his lips on Adrian's neck and then softly nipped. "Want you..." Because he did. He wanted to claim the other boy in every way he could, mark him and prove that he was Jackson's and no one else's. His fingers continued their exploring as he kissed the other, again allowing a soft growl to tease Adrian.
"I'm here," Adrian whispered back, as he shifted into the touch. Adrian didn't completely realize the intent of the pleasurable things Jackson was doing to his neck… and likely wouldn't entirely notice the hickies left behind. What mattered more was the kissing, his fingers… and the feeling of Jackson's skin beneath Adrian's touch.
Jackson was incredibly possessive, and that even intensified with the fact that Adrian had left him to himself for so long. Too long. He trailed down to his lover's chest, nipping and licking and sucking as his hands stroked too - one at Adrian's side, and the other trailing to his inner thigh and growing erection.
Jackson finally got his audible reaction - a gasp followed by a low sound - as his touch moved to Adrian's inner thigh. His own had had travelled to Jackson's butt, but Adrian lost focus, just grabbing Jackson when the other boy brushed his hand over Adrian's cock. It seemed satiation didn't last long around Jackson.
A smile curved his lips as he trailed his fingers along Adrian, stroking his erection and pushing closer. He needed this. He needed to know that his lover wanted him, that he wouldn't vanish again. The disappearing act was actually sort of painful, and while he knew Adrian would always come back, it was a strain when he wasn't there.
Adrian probably would continue to make mistakes in the relationship… but not tonight, not now. Now he was holding Jackson. Touching him, kissing him, and stroking him in turn. Right now he wanted nothing more than to get closer to Jackson… Enough that he asked Jackson, "Closer."
Jackson heard the plea in the other's voice and pulled him closer, holding him tightly as he kissed Adrian's neck. There was nothing out there he wouldn't do for the other boy, he would not tell him no. Not for anything in the world.
It wasn't close enough still, although Adrian enjoyed the contact of their bodies… it wasn't close enough. What he really wanted was Jackson was actually inside him again… that might be close enough. His hips shifted restlessly against Jackson, and he made another soft sound. Closer was good.
Jackson felt the shifting, moving against Adrian and gripping his ass. "Need you..." Because he did. Adrian was more desirable than just about anything or anyone he had ever had in his life. He couldn't lose this. He needs more. "Can I..." He trailed off for a moment, trying to word what he wanted to say. "I want to be inside you, Adrian." His voice was a low, almost demanding growl, but he also knew that if it wasn't what Adrian wanted he would gladly take hands and nothing more too.
"Yes… closer," Adrian practically interrupted Jackson as he articulated Adrian's desire. He was already positioned really, although obviously they needed to a little more before they could get there… Not much though, since Adrian wanted him already.
Jackson was pleased at the immediate positive response and his hand trailed down Adrian's ass, stroking his hole teasingly. He would need to get his wand somehow since the water would not be enough lube. They could use soap Jackson guessed but part of him didn't want to risk hurting the other boy.
Adrian was far less conscious of his own comfort, and far more aware of Jackson in his hand, his lips against his mouth. And only vaguely of the water around them or the absence of their wands. He was starting to feel impatient; he wanted more… Adrian wanted Jackson.
The feeling was mutual, and Jackson didn't have the presence of mind to look for his wand. A bottle of soap was grabbed and he slicked his finger on it before sliding it into his lover, starting to open him up- a bit less slowly than last time, though still carefully.
Adrian shifted at once welcoming the invasion and reacting to the mild discomfort of it. It was want he wanted - needed in this moment. "Yes," he wanted more. Adrian was far less mindful of the care with which Jackson prepared him. To Adrian it was an unfortunate delay that he couldn't just take Jackson into him.
Jackson soon enough added a second finger, then a third. He needed to be sure Adrian was ready because right now it was all he could do to hold himself together, hold back from just pushing into the other boy and losing himself. It took a few moments before he felt it was okay, though in those few minutes he teased his fingers over Adrian's prostate, knowing the pleasure such touches brought.
Adrian vocalized his pleasure and his impatience with the delays, shifting into the touch, and trying to keep Jackson stimulate while they waited… "Please." He finally asked. If Jackson was deliberately stimulating him with his touch - and Adrian assumed he must be, the way the pleasure bloomed in him - he should be inside him already.
Jackson slid his fingers out and moved so he could lift Adrian slightly, could slide into him. He couldn't hold back a groan at the tightness that surrounded him, his body pressing forward steadily, in short thrusts until he was fully inside his lover, his hands gripping at Adrian's ass again.
Adrian's response was immediate and vocal - directed into Jackson's ear as Jackson finally pressed into him. His body welcomed Jackson - was filled by him. It felt right, to be together like this, in this moment. It felt good. It was, for the moment, enough.
Jackson pushed himself into Adrian, deep, needing to be inside the other boy. His hips thrust harder when Adrian responded right against his ear, unable to control the immediate response, the thrill that shot through him at the knowledge that he could make his lover respond that way. His hand moved finally back to stroke Adrian's erection, working the other in rhythm with his thrusts.
Adrian was reacting, moving with Jackson to bring them close. It pushed aside his rational mind, which would have noted the way sound worked to inspire Jackson and bring him pleasure. Now it was instinct and the unconscious connection between the two boys that had Adrian's breath hard and broken, sounds of the intimacy they were engaged in.
Instinct pushed Jackson harder against his lover, though really now he was almost out of control with his lust, his need for the other boy. There was nothing else. It was just them. The pair of them moving against each other was the whole world in this moment.
They were caught in the moment. And the lack of proper control meant they could only react and respond… that they were for the moment just reacting to the other. It was free. It felt good. The entire time Jackson thrust into him, he was still stroking Adrian. The fast pace; the imperfectness of the tempo was right. "Coming…" Adrian warned Jackson. It was almost too much pleasure.
Jackson couldn't hold back either. The feel as Adrian came apart around him, clenching against him? It pushed him over and he gasped, the force of it causing him to grip Adrian, tightly enough to leave bruises later. More marks to stake his claim, though unintended this time.
Adrian barely noticed the discomfort. They were for the moment close enough in the moment of release and that is all Adrian was aware of for the moment. He liked the closeness; it felt right for that moment. Possible. He leaned back against the wall of the tub and drew Jackson's mouth to hiss for another kiss before the other boy pulled out of him and returned them to two separate bodies.
Jackson didn't want to withdraw, though he knew that he didn't have that much choice. He held Adrian close though as he did, wanting to still be as close as possible even without being inside him still. His lips trapped his lover's, kissing deeply, his body pressing against Adrian's, still obviously needing him even as his erection was faded.
Adrian was relaxed. The second release took any of their remaining tension with it, so that it could was down the drain with the bathwater when they rose from the water. Neither was quick to get up though, and the water would keep from from getting cold. They could just kiss for a while… and prolong the connection they'd just reinforced between them.