And, taking a moment to be selfish, Beau said, “Again.” Caressing Ethan’s cheek with his lips, he continued, “I want to hear you say it a million times.”
Ethan flipped their positions easily, and he stared down at Beau. That generated another rumble from Beau’s chest. He loved this side of Ethan. The aggressive, dominant side who wanted Beau with a passion he couldn’t control. It was hot as fuck.
He loved being at Ethan’s mercy, as much as he enjoyed being in control. He wanted Ethan any way he could get him. There was a desperate yearning that was growing inside of him. Morphing into something greater than he’d ever experienced and he needed Ethan right then.
Reaching for the nightstand, Ethan snagged a condom and the lube while Beau watched. Just because he wanted to touch him, Beau ran his palms up Ethan’s jean clad thighs, up, down, up, down. They needed to lose the clothes.
“I want to feel you,” Beau told him, the guttural rasp reflecting exactly how he felt on the inside.
“I’m getting there, baby,” Ethan laughed.
“No,” Beau said firmly, still gripping Ethan’s thighs. Glancing toward the condom Ethan held in his hand, Beau added, “Just you.”
Waiting, watching, Beau noticed the moment his words seemed to register with Ethan.
“No condom?” Ethan asked.
“No condom.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, Beau,” Ethan said seriously, but he didn’t sound like he was arguing, just stating a point.
“Neither have I.”
“So this is a first?” Ethan asked, smiling down at him.
“For both of us.”
The first of many, Beau thought to himself. Ethan loved him. He wanted to shout it to the world, making sure everyone heard, everyone knew that Ethan belonged to him. Not that he would, but he wanted to.
When Ethan tossed the condom over his shoulder, Beau heard the faint sound of it landing on the hardwood floor, forgotten. They needed to do the same with their clothes.
“Naked,” Beau growled from beneath Ethan, ready to get closer.
“Hmmm, good idea,” Ethan joked as he climbed off of Beau.
Without leaving the bed, Beau shed his clothes and watched as Ethan disrobed completely.
“Now come here,” Beau motioned Ethan over by crooking his finger. “It’s time you show me just how much you love me.”
Chapter Thirty Five
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Ethan took his time moving back into position, now straddling Beau’s very naked thighs. He admired the significant length and girth of Beau’s erection openly, his mouth watering with the urge to taste him.
“Hold that thought,” Ethan said suddenly, sliding down Beau’s body until he could snake his tongue out and touch the engorged head of Beau’s rigid cock.
Beau hissed in a breath and Ethan intensified his efforts, laving Beau’s hard length with his tongue and lips, licking, sucking. Using one hand, Ethan cupped Beau’s balls, kneading them gently, but firmly, squeezing until Beau was thrusting his hips. He loved Beau’s reactions, pure, unadulterated pleasure written on his face.
He continued until Beau latched onto his hair, an urgent request, something Ethan knew all too well.
He wasn’t intending to send Beau over yet, not until he was inside of him. Kissing his way back up Beau’s body, Ethan resumed his place over Beau’s hips, gliding his cock against the smooth, steely length of Beau’s.
“Give me your hand,” Ethan instructed forcefully. He enjoyed the surprise as Beau’s eyes widened.
Obviously curious, Beau didn’t hesitate, holding out his right hand. He was laying on his back, Ethan straddling his hips when he poured lube into his palm. “Stroke my cock against yours.”
Beau’s handsome face turned a fascinating shade of red, but he did as Ethan instructed, his grip on Ethan’s cock was so warm, he had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out. He was over stimulated, hanging to the edge by his fingernails.
“Tell me you love me,” he ordered Beau.
“I love you,” Beau said easily, making Ethan’s body warm another degree. It was those three words that had seeped into his bloodstream and set him on fire; a slow smolder starting deep inside.
“God, yes,” Ethan groaned as his cock slid against Beau’s.
Beau shifted, the tight muscles of his stomach flexing deliciously and then two firm hands circled their dicks while Beau thrust his hips up slowly, intensifying the friction against Ethan’s cock.
“Harder, baby,” he encouraged, thrusting into Beau’s hand.
He breathed through the mind-bending intensity, reminding himself that he couldn’t lose it yet. He fully intended to be joined with Beau when that happened. He ached to feel the blistering heat of Beau’s body gripping his dick, pulling him in deeper and deeper until they were one.
Just the thought had his cock pulsing, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Placing his hands over Beau’s, he halted his ministrations. “Turn over.”
Beau grinned, that naughty, lopsided smirk that sent more blood south, making his dick even harder. The man was so intensely sexy. Ethan maintained his position as best he could, shifting only enough so that Beau could twist over onto this belly. Once he was there, Ethan moved down his legs, sitting on Beau’s calves.
He placed a sucking kiss to each one of Beau’s ass cheeks before separating the hard muscles and diving toward the sensitive flesh he uncovered. He plunged his tongue into Beau’s asshole, fucking him with slow stabs of his tongue until Beau was trying to force him deeper. Exchanging his tongue for his fingers, Ethan continued fucking Beau with two slick fingers, pushing deep, retreating. He found that tender spot inside that had Beau groaning a warning.
Ethan reduced his efforts only slightly, continued to tease Beau’s prostate, driving him wilder. When he knew Beau was hanging on the precipice right along with him, Ethan stopped entirely and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d tossed on the bed earlier. Squirting a sufficient amount into his palm, he greased his dick while coating Beau’s puckered hole once more.
Because he wasn’t able to refrain any longer, Ethan lined up and guided his dick into Beau’s ass as slowly as he could. He wasn’t satisfied until he was as deep as he could go. Only then did he lean over Beau and nip his shoulder. Resting his full weight onto Beau, Ethan leaned onto his forearms and linked his fingers with Beau’s.
“I love you,” he whispered in Beau’s ear as he began to move, gliding in, pulling out. The friction was exquisite, his cock tingling. This was the only place he needed to be. Right there with the man he loved. The man he could see himself spending the rest of his life with.
Ethan increased his pace, flexing his hips, driving into Beau while keeping himself pressed entirely against Beau’s back, holding him as the sparks ignited, that glorious tingling sensation making itself known.
Beau squeezed his fingers, pushing his hips back, driving Ethan deeper. God, it felt good. Like he was meant to be here. As though they were made specifically for the other, fitting together like a puzzle.
When he began pounding his hips harder, Ethan knew he was going to have to send them into oblivion soon, or they were both going to go crazy.
Getting more traction by adjusting where his knees were, Ethan pushed up, still not releasing Beau’s hands, but separating their bodies.
“You feel so good,” Ethan said, punctuating his words by driving his hips forward. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned.
“I’m close, E,” Beau growled. “Close.”
Letting go of Beau’s hands reluctantly, Ethan grabbed his hips and was rewarded when Beau pushed back, kneeling as he kept his chest flat on the mattress. At the precise angle, Ethan began slamming into Beau, digging his fingers into his hips.
“Come for me, Beau. Come for me, baby.” Ethan was heading over, that initial tremor intensifying as it took root, spiraling up his spine, out through his limbs, making him shudder from the resplendent pleasure of it. “Come for me, baby!”
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Ethan tumbled down on top of him, both of them crashing into the mattress, chests heaving, hearts racing.
“I love you,” Ethan told Beau, just because for some reason he liked saying it.
“I love you, too, baby,” Beau replied.
And just like that, Ethan was ready to go again.
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After they shared a quick shower, Beau had fallen back into bed with Ethan. He was exhausted. Both physically and emotionally, although not in a bad way. Resting his head on the hard muscles of Ethan’s back, he had his arm wrapped around him while Ethan slept on his stomach. Their legs were entwined, and the blankets were somewhere close to the end of the bed. He didn’t care enough to move to get them either. Ethan’s warmth was more than enough to keep him comfortable.
Completely sated after that last round, Beau was surprised that he couldn’t get his brain to shut down. He continued to replay the events of the day, starting with the drive back from Houston. It was interesting how things seemed to have settled somewhere between morning and night.
Granted, a lot had happened in such a short amount of time.
Beau was curious as to what Sawyer and Ethan had talked about and exactly where, along the way, Ethan had decided that he loved him. Ok, giving Ethan a little credit, Beau didn’t think Ethan just decided it. More like accepted it. Yeah, much better turn of phrase.
Whatever had happened, Beau was thankful for it. Not that he enjoyed sitting back and watching Ethan suffer by any means, but he knew that today had been a turning point for Ethan. Probably in more ways than one.
Reflecting back on his thoughts that first night at the hotel, after Ethan had shared his devastating story over dinner, Beau had to wonder whether the bumpy road they were on had finally wound down to a smooth part. He hoped so. Ethan deserved as much.
If there was any way Beau could keep them on this path, he was more than willing to do whatever it took.
He remembered what Sawyer mentioned about Ethan needing to talk to a professional. Beau wondered whether Ethan was open to it. Beau would gladly stand right there beside him through the entire process if it would help to ease some of the hell Ethan had been living with for nearly a decade.
When Ethan had turned Beau’s statement back on him, comparing how he had been the one responsible for the downturn in his relationship with his parents to what Ethan had suffered with Gavin, he had been at a loss for words. Even his argument had sounded weak. Ethan had made him think, and Beau had come to the conclusion that he wasn’t solely responsible for the falling out with his mom and dad.
Did that mean he was supposed to do something about it? Did he want to?
Actually, in a way he did. Beau had longed for the love of his parents, wished that they would praise him at least once the way they had when he was the star quarterback in high school. He doubted that by coming out and telling them that he was gay would help the situation any.
Do you plan to tell them?
Ethan’s question reverberated in Beau’s head. Did he intend to tell them? What would be the point? Would they slam the door in his face, possibly disown him altogether? Despite how strained the relationship was already, Beau wasn’t sure he could handle any more. And he knew his dad well enough that the man wasn’t going to welcome his gay son into his home.
Shaking off the thoughts, Beau closed his eyes and slid his hand along the length of Ethan’s back. Touching him had become one of his favorite things to do. Ethan completed him in ways he had never even dreamed of. And Beau had to believe that Ethan felt the same.
Beau knew he could believe one thing… what they had was real. What they had was worth fighting for. Unfortunately, Beau knew it was time to prepare for that fight because the long road ahead wasn’t going to be an easy one.
Chapter Thirty Six
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“Hey, little man. Looks like it’s just you and me tonight,” Ethan said to Mason when Zoey and Kaleb finally headed out for the evening.
He had just spent the last half hour listening to Mason’s overprotective parents give him a rundown of every possible thing that could go wrong and exactly what he needed to do to handle it. That was after Ethan convinced them that he wasn’t incapable of handling a baby.
Apparently asking someone to babysit and letting them are two entirely different things.
“So, what’s on the agenda? Wanna watch TV?” Ethan carried Mason into the living room and lowered himself into the recliner, doing his best not to jar the precious weight in his arms. “No TV? How about we play poker?”
Staring down at the beautiful baby boy, Ethan ran a hand gently over his downy hair, noticing the way the black silk wasn’t nearly as thick as when he’d been born. He peered into blue-gray eyes that looked just like Kaleb’s.
“No to poker too, huh? Well, boy, I’m wonderin’ just how much Walker you got in you if you’d rather just hang out and do nothin’. That’s kinda rare with us, you know.”
Although, Ethan was just as satisfied as Mason to sit there in that chair, his feet propped up, the tiny bundle in his arms curled up close to his chest. He could almost imagine this for himself.
Never before had he considered the possibility of children of his own and it had nothing to do with the fact that he wasn’t going to find a wife. Adoption was a wonderful option as far as Ethan was concerned.
No, he’d never let himself get carried away with the idea because he didn’t think he’d ever find someone he wanted to settle down with. Until Beau.
Ethan could totally picture Beau as a father. He’d be amazing. The mental image brought a smile to Ethan’s face.
Mason cooed softly, and Ethan ran the back of his knuckle over his chubby little cheek and smiled like a fool. “Yeah? That’s kinda the way I feel when I think about Beau, too,” he told Mason.
That and more.
He’d spent two days alone with Beau in Houston, and he found that wasn’t nearly enough. Especially after last night. Falling asleep in his arms, waking up beside him. It defied his most outrageous dreams; it was so much better. But, even though he still felt like he was walking on a cloud after their admissions last night, the pessimist in him always wondered how long it would actually last.
Not long enough to consider having a family he was sure. That didn’t stop him from thinking about it though.
A knock at the door had Ethan glancing up to the enormous picture window at the front of the house. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, but the porch light was on and he could see the outline of a person. A very tall person at that.
“Should we answer that?” he asked Mason as he pushed up out of the chair and headed for the door.
Opening it slowly, he fully expected to see Beau. That’s not who was gracing the front porch though.
Shit.
“Did Kaleb send you over here? Does he not think I’m capable of handling this on my own?”
Travis stepped into the house and shut the door behind him, laughing in a way Ethan was getting used to. It was nice to see Travis so laidback these days.
“They aren’t here?” Travis asked, sounding genuinely confused.
Ethan turned to look at Travis. “Seriously?”
Travis glanced around the room as though trying to reinforce his answer by looking for Kaleb but not finding him.
“How is the little man?” Travis asked, moving over to look down at Mason who’d just dozed off.
“Perfect,” Ethan murmured, suddenly embarrassed that he’d said it out loud.
Turning away, he carried Mason to the small bassinette set up in the living room. With as much care as he could manage, he put Mason down onto his back, ensuring he was propped exactly the way Zoey had shown him before turning back to Travis.
Ethan was surprised to find him sitting on the couch, settled in like he was
staying for a while. A sudden irresistible urge to hammer Travis with questions overcame him and Ethan headed back to the chair, hoping he’d come up with a better idea before he started rattling off questions that would only embarrass him in the end.
But who better to ask than Travis? The man knew exactly what Ethan was going through.
“How’re things at the shop?” Travis asked, obviously trying to make casual conversation.
“Don’t know. Haven’t been back since earlier in the week. I doubt much has changed, so that means it’s all good.”
Travis lifted one dark eyebrow and Ethan found himself explaining. “I went out of town for a couple of days. Took Beau down to Houston to get a tattoo.”
“How’d that go?”
“He didn’t get the tattoo.”
Travis laughed. “He chicken out?”
Ethan got defensive of Beau instantly but fought the automatic response. “No. The guy we went to see had a family emergency. Said he’d be up this way next week and would catch up with us then.”
“Gotcha. The big guy doesn’t seem like the type to be scared of a little needle.”
No, it didn’t seem like anything scared Beau. Nothing at all.
“Hey Trav,” Ethan found himself saying, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” Travis answered, his stare suddenly filled with warmth and concern.
Awww, hell. Why couldn’t Travis be the uptight dickhead he used to be? Then maybe Ethan wouldn’t be so compelled to talk to him.
Ethan swallowed hard, glanced down at his hands and then back over at Travis.
“Was it hard for you to accept what you felt for Gage?”
To Ethan’s surprise, Travis didn’t laugh, didn’t poke fun at him, and he didn’t act as though the question was so far out of left field that he’d been blindsided with it.
“Is anything easy?”
Great. This was how they were going to play it.
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