by Amy Lane
Ethan stroked himself one more time, then let go and grinned. “Of course! The quicker you take off your clothes, the quicker you get to the good stuff!”
Jonah narrowed his eyes, and that was Ethan’s only warning. He scrambled out of his clothes, kicking his tennis shoes off from a sitting position on the bed and throwing his sweatshirt off the side without a qualm. He shoved his jeans down his hips with his boxers and lay on the bed, naked and aroused, glared at Ethan, and grabbed his own cock and did just what Ethan was doing: stroking slowly from balls to top, closing his eyes, and letting out the most pornographic little groan when he got to the end.
“You can’t do that!” Ethan protested, wiggling between Jonah’s knees and then pushing them so they spread open, leaving him exposed and naked and pink and glorious.
Jonah stroked himself again with one hand and pinched his rose-petal pink little nipples at the same time. “Who says?” he grunted, his voice low and throaty and oh-so-sexy.
Ethan grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed, then swallowed Jonah’s cock to the back of his throat. He loved that Jonah didn’t have a monster-size cock. It fit perfectly in the back of his throat, and the things he could do when it was there….
“God, Ethan!” Jonah cried, knotting both hands in his hair.
Ethan worked his throat, enjoying the salt-bitterness of Jonah’s precome, and then pulled his head back and grinned. “Mine,” he said possessively. “All mine.” He lowered his head again and swallowed until Jonah’s fingers in his hair hurt.
“Agh! God! Fine, Evan, yours! All yours! But I don’t want to come in your mouth this time—”
“Good,” Ethan muttered, reaching up over the bed and underneath his pillow for the lube. While he had Jonah all spread out like this, he extended his tongue and gave Jonah’s still-tight, still-pink little pucker another quick swipe with his tongue. “That’s mine too.”
Jonah let out a sound that wasn’t quite human and then started blathering in agreement. “Right, Ev, my asshole too. All of it, all yours, omigod!”—because Ethan slicked up two fingers in the time it took him to babble and thrust them inside to stretch.
“Mine,” Ethan said simply, enjoying the way Jonah came off the bed. God, he’d wanted this, had yearned for it. Every obstacle in their path had frightened him—he’d been afraid they were signs that they wouldn’t ever get to do this again, but Jonah hadn’t let that happen.
And now Ethan couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to spend hours licking his cock and his balls with just the barest tip of his tongue, until Jonah screamed and came without hardly being touched. He wanted to go slow, painfully slow, until Jonah arched and crested and came so damned hard he almost ripped Ethan’s dick off.
Ethan wanted all the touches, all the kisses, all the feels, but his skin was rippling in gooseflesh with the need to be inside of Jonah, and his cock was already weeping enough precome to practically lubricate its own way in.
It was going to have to be hard and quick and brutal, and maybe, when that was over, they could go back to slow.
“Turn over,” he rasped, but Jonah’s glazed eyes and slack, kiss-bruised mouth told him that the words weren’t tracking. He stood up and flipped Jonah to his stomach and then pulled him up physically to his hands and knees. He paused for a second to smooth his hands over Jonah’s hips, that milky-white back, the lightly furred planes of his buttocks and thighs, and to tease Jonah’s dangling equipment with a slow, feathery caress.
Jonah hissed and wiggled his ass in the air and begged without words, and Ethan laughed, feeling free. He bent down and sucked a bit of Jonah’s flesh into his mouth, hard, enjoying the way Jonah thrashed and made sounds that were mostly vowels before he sat up on his knees and positioned himself.
“Ready?” he asked, shaking with need, and he was grateful, so grateful, when Jonah buried his face into the black-rainbow sheets and groaned, “Please!” from the bottom of his tight little stomach.
Ethan started to push in, slowly, stretching as he went, but Jonah wasn’t having any of it.
“I practiced,” he hissed, throwing himself backward, and Ethan gasped as Jonah’s body swallowed him up into the wet and the heat.
Ethan groaned and draped himself down Jonah’s back, kissing the smooth skin of his shoulders and muttering into his ear, “Practiced? With what?”
“Bought a plug and stretched,” Jonah moaned. “Wanted to be rea—deeeeee!”
Because Ethan pulled back and slammed in hard, feeling the solid iron wash of possessiveness tighten his muscles and burn in him to prove something.
“Mine!” he said desperately, and Jonah gave a satisfying, raw grunt.
“Yours!”
“Mine! All mine!” Oh God, it was so worth waiting for, so necessary, Jonah’s sweet body giving way for Ethan. Ethan was going to pound him and fuck him and he was going to fuck back and love it.
“God, yes!” Jonah panted. “Yes—just like that!”
And Ethan did it again, hammered his sweet spot, nailed him gasping into the mattress, and Ethan’s entire universe, the whole of his skin, became consumed by the one part of him being swallowed by Jonah’s body and how wondrous, how amazing it felt.
“Gonna come?” Ethan asked, putting the flat of his hand in the small of Jonah’s back and angling his ass… just… right. “God, gonna come?”
“Augh! Evan, God, let me….” Jonah fumbled for a minute, and he let out a high-pitched keen as hand found cock and wanking commenced.
Ethan grunted, his entire body tingling, his toes tingling, as he begged the gods for control. He just wanted to wait for… oh God… no… not yet….
“Dammit!” Ethan’s groin throbbed hard, painfully, and his balls clenched up under his body and his ass flexed and—“Goddammit!” His orgasm hit him hard, and his entire body cranked tight and released while his vision went black and his balls tried to turn themselves inside out in an attempt to mark Jonah with everything in his body.
“Whoa-my-God!” Jonah groaned, and he squeezed so tightly over Ethan’s cock that if Ethan hadn’t just come, it probably would have hurt like hell. Ethan jerked and shuddered some more inside him, and Jonah groaned so low, Ethan could feel the tickle of it in his crown.
“Wh… whoa my God?” Ethan panted as Jonah collapsed on the sheets.
“I think I started with ‘wow,’” Jonah mumbled. “Got bigger. Like your dick in my ass.”
Ethan laughed and pushed himself up enough to kiss Jonah’s pale shoulders and lick some of the sweat off his skin. “Nothing growing there,” he murmured. “I’ve got the stats to prove it.” He sighed then and rolled off Jonah’s back, extending his arm. Jonah took him up on the offer, resting his cheek on Ethan’s shoulder while the sweat and come cooled on their bodies.
“I’m sorry,” Ethan said suddenly into the lazy silence.
“For what?” Jonah turned his head slightly and licked Ethan’s nipple. Ethan shuddered, his entire body tingling as blood that had stilled started rushing under his skin again.
“I came first.” This really sort of blew his mind. He’d been naked on film lots of times, but this? This was humiliating.
“That’s bad?” Jonah sounded half-distracted, and he licked Ethan’s nipple again and traced a casual finger down Ethan’s ribs. Ethan hummed in his throat and his muscles began to sculpt, tense, getting ready for more stimulus.
“It’s… it’s the rule. Bottom comes first,” Ethan murmured. Jonah rubbed his fingertips over Ethan’s hairless abdomen. Ethan shuddered, and his thighs fell open a little.
“The rule?” Jonah licked his nipple one more time and then suckled it into his mouth and pulled.
Ethan groaned, and he didn’t have to look to know his cock was starting to stiffen, pulling against the stickiness of the come. “Top comes last,” Ethan breathed. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked a little desperately.
“I’ve watched your porn,” Jonah said.
Ethan wa
s abruptly, painfully, achingly hard again. “Yeah?”
Jonah rolled slowly over, trusting he wouldn’t hurt Ethan with his slight weight. On his way over, he ground his own hardening cock against Ethan’s thigh, and Ethan groaned.
“How’d I look?” he asked breathlessly.
Jonah positioned himself between Ethan’s thighs and began planting tender, nibbling little tongue kisses over Ethan’s ribs and stomach. Ethan moaned and spread his thighs wider, suddenly needing.
Jonah looked up and pinned him with those wide gray eyes. “Vulnerable,” he said quietly. “No wonder they usually put you on top and make you come last. Someone needs to take care of you when you come.”
With that, he stopped the playful little kisses, grabbed the washcloth for cleanup, and then got down to the business of sucking Ethan’s cock.
Ethan was still sensitized, and that pressure against his crown, his shaft, and Jonah’s stroking hand rocketed him from “refractory” to “orgasmic” in about two seconds. Jonah shifted, and Ethan felt his fingers gently rolling Ethan’s balls, and Ethan gasped, stars littering his vision as his entire body became one open, stroking nerve.
“Whoa… whoa… whoa-my-God!”
Hyperarousal, that quick. His hands flew out from his sides, and every muscle in his body wound like a bowstring and then plucked and vibrated with the internal pop of a monstrous climax.
Jonah half laughed around his cock, the sound muffled, and heat and wetness washed over his skin as Jonah fought to swallow. He didn’t stop clenching his fist or cupping Ethan’s balls, and Ethan’s vision washed black again as—“Oh God, I’m gonna fucking co-o-me… fuck!”
He was almost sobbing because his body was unbound, set loose from his control, flying with orgasm and sensation. He hardly noticed when Jonah disappeared, running naked across the hall to the bathroom. He hovered on the edge, and there was one more… one more… oh fuck. He wrapped his own fingers around his cock and squeezed, then yanked while the sounds of Jonah rinsing and spitting filled the little house.
“Ah-ah!” And then with that tiny afterclimax he started shaking, like he did when he’d come too much, when his body was overstimulated, like Dex and John had been very careful never to let him do without someone there to talk him down.
Jonah was abruptly there, pulling him to his side and kissing his face, calming him down, pulling his hand away and kissing his chest. “Ts-ts-ts….”
Ethan gulped in some more air, and this time, Jonah stayed level with him, his eyes dead serious as Ethan recovered. “I’m sorry,” he said, all sober.
Ethan smiled tiredly. “Don’t be—it was great.”
“No, I’m sorry I left to run away and spit!”
Ethan laughed a little, still hazy from the complete physical submersion. The first time he’d come like this on camera, he’d been topping Dex, and Dex, who had a way of pulling away from most of the guys he shot with at the end of a scene, had hung out for a few minutes and talked him down, waited until he was lucid. I should tell him, Ethan thought, not sure he could find words. I should tell him to ask Dex.
“It takes a while to learn to swallow,” Ethan said, feeling drifty. “It’s like… like wine, except, you know, you never get a cup of come with dinner.”
“Oh God!” Jonah laughed, but he stayed there, stroking Ethan’s hair back from his brow. “Evan, that’s really gross.”
“Sorry. I’m out of it.”
“Yeah, I know.” He dropped a kiss on Ethan’s forehead. “That really takes it out of you when you do that. I mean, I knew you were vulnerable, but this—man, it’s a good thing your guys really do have your back.”
“Yeah,” Ethan said. “It’s not good when you get all your touch all at the same time. Chase… bad things happened to Chase. You think a guy is okay, and then he’s out of it, so out if it.”
“A little like you,” Jonah murmured. “Here, I’m gonna pull up your covers and go get us some pie and some milk, okay? You got any rules about eating in bed?”
“Don’t let Dex catch me?” Ethan smiled dreamily, but he knew Dex wouldn’t really get mad, because Dex didn’t get mad about that. “But Dex doesn’t really get mad. He doesn’t want the snake out, but that’s okay. He doesn’t mind if Kane hugs me, and Kane lets Dex hug me, and they sleep together, but I’m getting hugged. I like hugs. But it’s not like what we just did. That’s special.”
“Yeah?” Jonah murmured, rifling through the dresser Dex had given Ethan and pulling out a pair of sweats. “Why’s it special?”
Ethan was almost shocked out of his stupor. “Because it’s you!” he protested.
Jonah turned around and pulled the sweats on over his naked body. Then he approached the bed again and dotted Ethan’s face with kisses.
“You know, Evan,” he said softly, “I’m going to take what I can get. Someday I’d like to be the only guy you sleep with, but you know what? Those guys kept you safe when I didn’t even know you. They can hug the hell out of you, forever and ever, and I’m not going to say a word.”
Good. Good. Ethan wasn’t giving that up.
Jonah disappeared, and Ethan drifted in and out until he came back with a plate full of Rick’s cherry pie and a glass of milk.
Ethan smiled and pushed himself up, sitting back against the headboard of the bed he’d put together with Kane on Christmas morning.
“Thanks,” he said softly, taking a bite of the pie while Jonah climbed into bed carefully with the glass of milk.
“Any time. You’re really fucking scary when you do that, did you know that?”
Ethan set the fork down and held his hand up to Jonah’s face to stroke an almost-freckled cheekbone with his thumb. “Sorry. See, that’s why it’s best when I top. I come once, that’s the end, and—”
“No,” Jonah said, and he captured Ethan’s thumb in his mouth, sucked gently, and let him go with a pop. “It doesn’t scare me that you do it, it scares me that… God. When you say your guys got your back, you’re not kidding. I just… why does it happen?”
Ethan shrugged and took another bite of pie, suddenly uncomfortable with question-and-answer time. “I dunno. Dex says I’m just hypersensitive—he says it’s why I need to be pet so much. My skin got too hungry, and now every time someone touches me, it just… sets me off.” He took another bite of pie, enjoying the flakiness of the crust, the gooeyness of the filling, and the slight chewiness of each individual cherry. “He said it made me great on film, but he kept telling me to be careful in my personal life. It’s one of the reasons I only hooked up with guys from the set, you know?”
Jonah nodded soberly and then opened his mouth for the next bite of pie. Ethan fed it to him and grinned.
“C’mere,” he said softly. “You got a spot on your mouth.”
Jonah leaned forward, still grinning, and Ethan licked the clear red goop off the corner of his mouth.
Jonah stayed there for a minute. “I love you,” he said softly.
“Love you too.”
“Good. I’m glad we did this. It’s worth the wait.”
Ethan nodded and then pulled back for another bite of pie. They showered together, and Ethan managed a warm, soapy-spongy hand job for Jonah, who had been so patient, and then they dried off and dressed in jeans and T-shirts and went to watch something on television that wasn’t Dancing with the Stars or a science show on snakes or bugs.
And for a whole minute and a half, they were happy, and then Ethan’s phone started going insane.
He had to dislodge Jonah to pull it out of his pocket, and then he practically dropped Jonah on the floor in an effort to stand up and go get his shoes from the bedroom.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Ethan—what in the hell?”
“God!” He threw himself on the bed and started pulling on his shoes and his socks. He was searching frantically for his hooded sweatshirt when Jonah threw it at his face. He looked up and grimaced because,
well, shit. “Our receptionist, Kelsey, right?”
Jonah blinked. “The pregnant one?”
“Yeah—well, the baby’s father is Dex’s ex-boyfriend, and he’s a total psycho. Something set him off and he came to her house and broke all her windows and shit. Dex wants me there on cleanup—I’ve got to get the plywood out of the garage and get over there while he deals with the cops.”
“Oh shit!” Jonah’s eyes grew as big as moons, and Ethan didn’t blame him. This was way beyond his pay grade.
“Look, she lives sort of near you. I’ll drop you off first, okay? This is gonna be ugly, and there’s gonna be cops and that whole Johnnies thing—you don’t want to deal with cops when porn comes up. I got a traffic ticket in Florida once on a location shoot. They’re complete and total assholes, trust me. Let’s just get you out of the line of fire and we’ll go get her squared away, okay?”
Jonah looked at him blankly. “Okay.”
“Here.” Ethan leaned over the bed and found Jonah’s sweatshirt. He threw it and Jonah caught it almost on automatic, and then Ethan stopped and tried to think of some way this would make Jonah mad. “You’re… I mean, you don’t blame me for this, do you?”
Jonah shook himself and pulled on the sweatshirt, and then went hunting for his shoes and socks. “No,” he said after a moment. He straightened and looked at Ethan with his head tilted, almost like it was the first time he’d ever seen him. “In fact,” he said thoughtfully, “I think this goes into the ‘my boyfriend’s a hero’ category on the good boyfriend checklist.”
Ethan squinted at him. “That’s insane. We’re helping a friend. Jesus, I’ll let you know when I pull someone out of a burning building or something.”
Jonah shook his head and got dressed and helped Ethan load up his trunk and the inside of his car with plywood. “He told me to bring the truck,” Ethan muttered, “but I guess he forgot that we didn’t switch cars today like we’d planned.”
It didn’t matter. Ethan dropped Jonah off at his apartment with a quick, hard kiss and a gentle touch of foreheads.
“Please tell me we can do this again,” he breathed.