Page 60 of Elemasters

“M-myself, okay?! I’m mad… at myself,”

The red light in his veins flickered as his emotions surged and snuffed out, all while choking on his own tears.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Bailey reassured him, rubbing circles on his back, “you’ve needed to let this go for a long time,”

“What am I supposed to do though?! I can’t keep living like this, but I don’t know how else to make it!”

Bailey rose Chris’s chin so he could look her in the eyes, before wiping his tears away with her glittery fingernails.

“You don’t need to do anything right now babe. Just stay for a while, get your head on straight. We’ll work it out,”

Chris stared into her eyes for a single moment that felt like fifty years, watching how the soft yellow light of her earth powers made her brown irises look like glowing honey. If her element reacted to her emotions the same way his did, that could only mean that her mind was on the same track as his…

So he didn’t hesitate for a moment when he leaned in, and captured her lips in the neediest, hungriest kiss of all his eighteen years.

His powers crackled back to life in full force as they kissed, and his hands wrapped around her waist to pull her in closer, as if letting go would cost him his life.

Unfortunately, Bailey was the one to pull away, rubbing her lips like she’d been bitten.

“Alright Human Torch, you’re running a little hot,” she giggled, “almost melted my lip gloss,”

“Sorry, kinda hard to control,” Chris admitted with a sheepish grin, “but if you wanna keep going, I can try to keep the temperature down,”

Bailey smirked and grabbed him by the collar.

“Don’t you dare,”

That was all he needed to hear.

They started kissing again, more ferociously this time as Bailey let her hands roam Chris’s body, only breaking their lips apart for a moment to pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside.

“Need you,” Chris managed to grunt out, feeling the urge to cry again as his hands moved to her waist, “you need me too, right?”

“Always have,” her voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it told him everything he needed to know.

With none of the swagger and skill he usually claimed during sex, he lifted her with one trembling hand and slid her leggings and panties down with the other. He wasn’t sure how exactly she’d feel about being totally exposed, so he left the skirt and guided his fingers to her mouth. She eagerly took them in, suckling on them with rushed, but focused intent as Chris hoisted her onto the kitchen table.

He pulled his fingers out and Bailey whined, but he pecked her lips as consolation. Chris gave her a look, silently asking for permission, and Bailey nodded furiously in return. He brought his hand between her legs, and gently prodded a finger inside, fighting his screaming urges to be inside her as quickly as possible.

Not out of a need for dominance, but desperation for connection.

He had to put her comfort before anything else though.

“Ah,” Bailey winced at the intrusion, but she anticipated that Chris might pull back, “don’t stop, just need a sec to adjust,”

He nodded, still kissing her gently as he worked his finger inside. Before long, she was breathlessly begging for another, and then another… and then she was impatiently tugging his pants down to his thighs.

The second his cock was freed, Bailey’s eyes widened.

“What the fuck Christian?”

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” she did her best to assure him, “it’s just... big. It’s like a fucking shampoo bottle,”

Chris blushed as red as a strawberry. Under normal circumstances that ego inflation would’ve done it for him, but this was… different.

“S-shut up,” he groaned, crashing their lips together again, before reaching down and lining himself up with her clenching entrance.