Perfect Love

by Trina Lane

  Ryan’s hands reached Ethan’s jeans and the buttons popped open one by one. Their lips met and clung together. Their similar heights made it easy to maintain contact as their clothes fell away. Ryan’s large hands slid inside Ethan’s jeans, and Ethan heard a groan when Ryan discovered he’d gone sans underwear in anticipation of their meeting tonight. Ryan’s palms slid around to Ethan’s ass and cupped, pulling him so close that no space separated their torsos and hips.

  Ethan’s jeans fell to his ankles, and he kicked them away. His nude body pressed tight to Ryan’s. They worked together to get Ryan’s jeans and underwear off. He latched onto one of Ryan’s nipples and sucked. His head was held tight to Ryan’s hard, broad chest as he worked the pebbled protrusion. Ryan’s jeans were forgotten for the moment. When they did get the offending material removed, they pressed tight against one another. Their cocks rubbed and left wet kisses on each others stomachs.

  Ethan licked and nibbled on Ryan’s neck and jaw. Ryan’s head tilted back, and Ethan felt him swallow hard as he licked across his Adam’s apple.

  Ryan walked them backwards as they continued to kiss. Ethan’s knees hit the edge of the mattress and his weight shifted to his heels. He couldn’t maintain his balance and started to fall backwards, but Ryan wrapped an arm around his waist and guided him down slowly. Ryan’s body covered him so perfectly. They inched their way back onto the mattress. Their bodies constantly maintained contact, lips met in fiery, tender kisses, hands groped and caressed naked skin.

  He cradled Ryan between his legs and arched his hips to rub their cocks together, seeking the contact and electric sensations that bolted through his body. He latched onto Ryan’s ass and pulled him in begging for the grind of their bodies together. He needed this touch, this closeness. He needed to feel surrounded. He opened his eyes and stared into those above him asking, pleading to be filled, stretched and loved until he could finally let go and leave his body behind in the transcendence of pleasure only Ryan could give him.

  Ryan reached for the bedside table and dug around for a second until he found the lube and a condom. He needed to be inside Ethan, and he needed it now. He’d read the desire in the man’s eyes a moment ago. They needed this moment. It was just the two of them in this bed. No family, no work, nothing but what they shared.

  He slicked up his fingers then pressed against Ethan’s opening. He groaned long and low as the tight ring gave way, and he entered the heat of Ethan’s body. His long finger worked deeper into the constricting depths. He worked his way in until his palm touched the cheeks Ethan bared by holding his legs back against his chest. Ryan quickly added a second and third finger when Ethan started gasping and pushing into his hand, silently begging for more. He twisted and separated his digits as the muscles loosened enough for him to fit in his cock without pain.

  Ryan leant over and slashed his mouth across Ethan’s. His head twisted adjusting the fit of their mouths. He forced his tongue between Ethan’s succulent lips, licked across his teeth and thrust deep into the warm cavern of his mouth. He consumed Ethan’s taste.

  Ethan gave no quarter and answered each thrust, lick and bite with one of his own. Sexy, savage growls traded between their fused mouths. Ryan’s fingers stroked deep penetrating Ethan as far as possible. He found and pushed against Ethan’s prostate, and a primal sound echoed in the space of his loft. The muscles in his arm were tight and delineated, and he pulled out slowly only to push back again pegging the glad that made Ethan yell and push into his touch.

  Ryan’s cock was so hard the skin felt tight as blood pulsed through his veins. He ached to push his way inside and claim what was his. The need to be buried deeply inside Ethan burned through his bones.

  He sat back, tore open the foil wrapper and sheathed his cock, hissing as the thin latex slid down the turgid skin. He used a little more lubrication to slick himself up. He braced his hands on either side of Ethan’s head and angled his hips so he was pressed against the stretched opening that fluttered and begged for his entry. He pushed, and the head of his cock popped through the first ring. His eyes locked on the glowing hazel ones beneath him. Slowly, he fed inch by inch of his cock deep. He didn’t stop until the entire length was held snugly inside the molten welcoming channel.

  He paused and tried to keep his mind from fragmenting over the extreme pleasure of being held by Ethan’s body. The feeling was so amazing, so consuming that he was afraid he would lose it. When he was able to breathe without gasping, he slowly pulled back so only the head of his cock was still inside then slammed forward once again, completing the union of their bodies. Ethan’s shout of pleasure vibrated through him.

  Ethan’s blood boiled as Ryan set his body on fire. Ryan’s thrusts overwhelming his entire being. Lean hips drove faster and faster. Whole body lunges speared him to the very depths of his soul. His legs gripped tight and high around Ryan’s back as he arched into each stroke of the wonderfully long, thick cock filling him over and over. His hands clenched the sheets on either side of him, holding on to keep them from going over the edge of the mattress. He couldn’t even reach for his cock for fear of losing the tenuous hold on their position.

  Ryan’s large chest billowed with breaths as he kept up the brutal pace. This is what Ethan needed, this all encompassing, mind-melting, body-shattering experience. Ryan adjusted the angle of his thrusts, and now, the head of his cock came in direct contact with Ethan’s gland. The rapid staccato thrusts hit it again and again. Ethan’s throat felt raw with his exclamations in ecstasy.

  Without warning, every muscle in his body tensed. A shot of electricity bolted from the top of his head, down his spine, through his ass and pooled in his balls. It felt as if static electricity zapped across his skin and collecting where their bodies joined as Ryan continued to drive rapidly inside him. Then as if a switch were flipped, the thunderbolt shot through his cock as he came harder than ever before in his life. The orgasm continued so long that the explosions erupting from the slit covered his chest and stomach in wet seed.

  Ryan, stilled and roared out his climax. Ethan felt the jerks of the cock held deep inside him. The sensation prolonged his pleasure. The fiery sensation steamrolled through his body as he latched onto Ryan back and arched into the sweat-covered chest above him. His eyes rolled back into his head and lights flashed behind his eyelids.

  * * * *

  Ethan’s brain slowly swam to consciousness despite his best effort to remain in the lovely, warm haze of his dream. He’d been wrapped in Ryan’s arms after making love in a cabana on a private beach. The warm, topical sea breeze had gently cooled their sweat slick bodies. The scents of sun, sand and sea had wafted around them. The sound of the surf had crashed on the shore, singing a lullaby of its own. But try as he might the new day beckoned.

  His eyes blinked slowly and focused on a wall in front of him. The weak early light highlighted a black and white artistic photograph of a nude male. The symmetry and delineation of his muscles were a testament to the ideal physique. Ethan rolled onto his back and lifted an arm behind his head. Ryan’s large arm landed across his stomach, and Ethan ran his hand down across the sleep-warmed skin. The crisp hairs tickled his palm. He linked his fingers with the lovely long fingers that had loved him nearly unconscious the night before. He turned onto his side so they faced each other, slung his arm over Ryan’s waist and scooted closer so their bodies nearly touched.

  “Morning,” Ryan’s gravely sleep filled voice mumbled into his pillow.

  Ethan traced a finger down Ryan’s nose and closed the distance between them to press a soft kiss to his slack lips. “Morning.”

  Ryan tightened his arm around Ethan fractionally and returned his kiss. “I like this waking up with you.”

  “Yeah, it’s nice.” Something he could really get used to. “We should get up.”

  He saw those beautiful grey-blue irises come to life with the new day when Ryan finally opened his eyes. For a few seconds, Ethan looked at him and enjoyed the quiet sti
llness of the morning and waking warm under the covers with this passionate, intelligent and kind man.

  “We should,” Ryan responded

  Ethan adjusted his body as Ryan rolled on top of him. He eagerly spread his legs so their hips could cradle together. His arms came up and wrapped around Ryan’s back. He moaned as Ryan’s head dipped to nuzzle his neck. He turned to the side to give Ryan more room to work. Their lips eventually met and their morning erections rubbed together. Ethan groaned as his tongue slipped inside Ryan’s mouth to mate with its match. Ryan slid their bodies together and pleasure sparked through Ethan.

  In tandem movements, they arched together chasing a shared climax. His legs lifted for better connection and his hands clenched on the thick muscles of Ryan’s back. It didn’t take long before he felt the first stirring of his orgasm.

  “Ry, I’m close.”

  “E, you feel so good. Your body’s warm and soft with sleep. Your cock rubbing against mine is heaven. I can feel your heart slamming against your chest. I love the taste of your skin first thing in the morning. I missed you when you went away. Missed your touch, your kiss, your smile. Come with me. Give me your pleasure.”

  Ethan gasped as Ryan’s hips sped up. The friction from their cocks rubbing together was eased with pre-cum leaking from their slits. His orgasm pooled in his balls and his mind splintered as he came. Seconds later, Ryan’s hot release mixed with his and their moans vibrated on their sensitised skin.

  Their accelerated breathing gradually slowed, and Ryan saw a wide smile light up Ethan’s face. He rolled to the side and used the edge of the sheet to wipe Ethan’s stomach. His head landed on the same pillow, and he pulled their bodies close, loving the feel of them pressed together. Waking up and being able to simply roll on his side to touch that warm smooth skin was the best greeting to a new day he could think of. The sun had climbed higher in the sky, and he knew it was time to leave the comfort of bed. He kissed Ethan’s soft lips and smoothed the thick strands of hair that had been rucked up by sleep and their exertions.

  “I think our time of avoidance has come to an end,” Ethan said.

  “I know.”

  Ryan rolled to the edge of the mattress and forced his body to sit up. He stood and walked around the other side holding out his hand to Ethan. The one really inconvenient thing about his apartment was that the bathroom was on the ground floor. When he’d signed the lease he hadn’t considered how annoying it would be to trudge down there on cold mornings like this or if he had to go in the middle of the night. “Come on let’s grab a shower, and I’ll scrounge up some breakfast.”

  They ran down the stairs, the hardwood floors cold under their feet. In the bathroom, he turned on the shower. He lifted Ethan up on the vanity, and they languidly kissed while waiting for the water to warm up.

  When steam began to billow from behind the curtain, he pulled Ethan into the tub and shoved him under the spray. Ryan laughed at the little jump and dance Ethan did while trying to adjust the water temperature to his liking. They took turns soaping each other’s bodies, making a game out of finding every nook and cranny. He discovered that Ethan was extremely ticklish along his ribs and exploited that for several seconds. The sound of Ethan’s laughter and begging him to stop echoed in the small tiled space.

  When Ethan started soaping his hair, Ryan reached out and scrubbed the thick locks he loved running his hands through. It was long enough on top that a mischievous thought popped in his head, and he tugged and lifted the pieces until a short Mohawk stood on top of Ethan’s head. Ethan laughed and rolled his eyes before dipping his head back under the water. Ryan’s mouth went dry at the sight of water and soap suds sluicing down the leanly muscled body before him.

  Despite their horsing around, they quickly finished their shower. After drying off, he went out to the kitchen and started the coffeepot then ran upstairs to get dressed.

  When garbed in the conservative black suit of a proper FBI agent, he went back down to see what he had in the cabinets to make for breakfast. Spying some eggs and bacon in the fridge he set them on the counter. He walked around the corner to see if that would be agreeable with Ethan and spied him shaving in the bathroom mirror.

  Ryan ran a hand over his cheek and noticed that he had his usual morning roughness. Stepping up next to Ethan, he picked up his electric razor and ran it around his face for a minute.

  It was a little surreal sharing his small bathroom with a lover for their morning rituals. None of his past relationships had reached a point where sleep over involved getting ready for work the following day. Now that he thought about it, he rarely even had a lover stay with him. He tended to stay at their place so he could leave when he wanted to and wouldn’t have to face any awkward morning after issues.

  He kept glancing at Ethan in the mirror and found his presence not nearly as disruptive as he would have anticipated. In fact, it was kind of nice watching that smooth skin being revealed by each swipe of the razor. When Ethan was finished Ryan leaned over and placed a kiss on Ethan’s freshly shaven skin, inhaling the scent of shaving cream and aftershave. Ryan moved behind his lover and wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist. He kept one hand on Ethan’s bare chest and slipped the other under the edge of the towel.

  He cupped Ethan’s soft balls, kissed his rounded shoulder and gave his sleeping cock a couple of strokes. “Go get dressed. I’ve got coffee brewing.”

  Chapter Seven

  Two weeks later, they were sitting on Ryan’s sofa relaxing. Ryan had declared that the day was a no-work day. It was decided that they would do nothing but be vegetables, watch movies and read. It would undoubtedly lead to a romp on the bed, or sofa, or floor, or wall at some point but the intent was to enjoy their time together with no distractions.

  Ethan shifted his book aside and smiled when he spied Ryan reading a popular comic book. He’d had no idea that the decisive and dedicated FBI agent had such an inner child. Occasionally, low chuckles were heard from that end of the couch. The large, L-shaped, leather seating had two sections so they each had their own areas to stretch out. Ryan was reading an X-Men comic that looked to be fairly old. When yet another chuckle floated over the paper pages, Ethan laughed, and Ryan look up from behind the colourful pages.

  “What?” Ryan asked.

  “Nothing. It’s cute; that’s all.”

  “What’s cute?”

  “You, Mr. FBI, reading a child’s comic book and, obviously, enjoying it.”

  He knew he was baiting Ryan but couldn’t help it. He laughed a little louder at the look of indignation that crossed Ryan’s face.

  “I’ll have you know that this is a vintage annual edition issue from 1986. It was a huge deal.”

  “I thought you were into leather and hair-bands in 1986. The rebel child who tormented his parents with ear splintering music?”

  A blush bloomed across Ryan cheeks, and he mumbled barely loud enough for Ethan to hear. “I went and bought it with my allowance when my friends weren’t around.”

  Ethan thought it was cute how Ryan was obviously embarrassed to admit he’d still liked comics despite the bad boy attitude he’d tried to portray at the time.

  “Didn’t you like comics as a kid?” Ryan asked.

  “Was never allowed to read them. I did sneak a friend’s Spider Man one time though. I watch the new movies made off the comics. But I admit that I didn’t think the newest X-Man movie was as good as the first three.”

  Ryan put his book on the coffee table and swivelled around, so his head was down by Ethan’s lap. “So what did you do?”

  Ethan ran his fingers over the top of Ryan’s head. “Worked in the marina my family owned. I helped direct and release boats to and from the slips and also went out with my dad on guided fishing trips. My job was to bait fishing lines. I played soccer any chance I could get, even if it was only kicking the ball against the side of our house. That’s about it really. I grew up in a small town so there wasn’t much to do.”

 
“What about friends? Didn’t you go to movies or the mall or anything like that?”

  “No close friends and no mall. I was sort of buddies with a couple of the guys on my soccer teams, but once the game or practice was over, we went our separate ways.”

  Ryan rubbed Ethan’s belly. “I’m sorry, E. It sounds kinda lonely.”

  Ethan shrugged his shoulders, which was his usual response when he felt uncomfortable talking about his family or childhood. “That’s why I had no problem packing up and coming to Boston once I graduated. It ended up being the best thing for me because I met Rick and Conor and, in them, found my best friends. I came out to them right away, and they’ve been behind me one hundred percent, even when I split with my ex. I was a mess for awhile, and they put aside all their business to deal with my drama until I got my head out of my ass and started living again.”

  “So it was a pretty serious relationship?”

  “We’d been together for nearly six years. Met sophomore year at B.C. and were glued to each other’s hips from day one. I found out that about a year after we graduated he started cheating on me, with just about anything with a dick, our senior year. I was so busy getting ready to graduate and then the first terms in law school I didn’t pick up on the patterns. It was my fault. I should have made more time for him. He said he wouldn’t have done it, if I’d been home more often. Spent less time in study groups and at the library. He even―”