Chapter 37
Mark
He stepped out of the bathroom, water still beading on his skin from the shower, a towel slung low around his hips as he crossed into the bedroom. Ethan lay naked on the bed, stretched out on the soft sheets, moonlight spilling through the window to paint his bare skin in silver, his body relaxed yet poised as he waited to take his turn in the shower. His parents had gone out for dinner with Linda, leaving the house quiet, a rare freedom settling over them after the day’s weight—truths shared, forgiveness given. The air hummed with their closeness, Ethan’s steady breathing breaking the stillness, and he dropped the towel, climbing onto the bed beside him. He propped himself on an elbow, his voice low and sure. “Ethan,” he said, his words steady but thick with longing, “I’m ready to take us to the next level tonight—I want you, all of you, right now.”
Ethan’s eyes flickered open, blue and bright in the dim light, a slow smile breaking across his face. “I want that too,” he said, his voice husky, reaching for him. “I’ve been waiting for you, Mark.”
He leaned in, his lips crashing against Ethan’s, the taste of salt and faint sweetness flooding his mouth as their tongues met, hungry and deep. His hands slid down Ethan’s chest, fingers tracing the hard planes of muscle, skin hot and smooth under his palms. The scent of sweat and soap rose sharp as he pressed closer, their breaths ragged, a low growl escaping his throat. Ethan arched into him, his gasp sharp and sweet, the sound igniting a fire in his core.
He pulled Ethan beneath him, the bedframe creaking as he settled between his legs, his hands gripping Ethan’s hips, firm and possessive. Ethan’s skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, moonlight catching every curve, and he drank in the sight. His lover’s taut frame trembling with want, eyes locked on his with trust and heat. His fingers trailed lower, teasing Ethan’s thighs apart, the soft scrape of stubble against his cheek as he kissed his neck, tasting the pulse hammering there, salty and alive.
“God, Ethan, you’re so special,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust, nipping at his collarbone. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, the cool slickness coating his fingers as he prepped Ethan, slow and deliberate, the wet sound mingling with Ethan’s soft moans. His touch was steady, opening him with care, feeling the tight heat yield under his gentle press, Ethan’s hips bucking up with a needy whine that sent a jolt straight through him.
Ethan’s hands clawed at his back, nails digging in, his voice breaking. “Mark, please—don’t stop,” he said, his tone raw and pleading, eyes dark with desire. He nodded, his own need blazing, and positioned himself, the heady musk of their arousal thick in the air as he pressed in, slow at first, the tight grip stealing his breath. Ethan’s heat enveloped him, slick and searing, and he groaned, deep and guttural, the sound echoing off the walls as he sank fully inside.
Their rhythm built fast, the bed creaking louder, a steady thud matching his thrusts—hard, deep, relentless. Ethan’s gasps filled his ears, sharp and desperate, each one a spark lighting his veins, driving him to please. He gripped Ethan’s thighs, lifting them higher, the slap of skin on skin sharp as he angled just right, hitting that spot that made Ethan cry out, his voice a broken, beautiful plea. The taste of sweat lingered as he kissed Ethan’s chest, licking the salt from his skin, every thrust a claim, every shudder a gift.
“Mark—oh God, you’re incredible,” Ethan panted, his hands fisting the sheets, his body arching up to meet him. He felt Ethan’s love in every tremble, every sound, and leaned down, capturing his lips again, the kiss wet and fierce, tasting the edge of Ethan’s release. His own climax coiled tight, heat surging as Ethan clenched around him, the slick friction overwhelming, and he thrust harder, lost in the sight of Ethan’s flushed face, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
Ethan came first, a sharp cry tearing from his throat, his release spilling hot between them, slick and sticky on their skin. The sight—Ethan undone, trembling beneath him—pushed him over, and he followed, a deep groan rumbling out as he spilled inside, the pulsing heat consuming him. The room spun, their breaths a ragged chorus, the bedframe stilling as he collapsed over Ethan, sweat dripping from his brow to mingle with Ethan’s, the air thick with their shared musk.
He eased out slowly, Ethan’s soft whimper tugging at him, and rolled to his side, pulling Ethan close, their bodies slick and spent. His hands traced Ethan’s back, feeling the rapid thud of his heart against his chest, the scent of sex and soap wrapping them tight. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, kissing Ethan’s damp forehead, tasting the salt of their union. Ethan nestled onto him, his breath warm against his neck, a quiet hum of contentment filling the silence.
He lay tangled with Ethan, their bodies slick and spent the moonlight washing over them in a silver glow. His chest heaved, heart pounding against Ethan’s, the air thick with the musk of their release and the lingering warmth of soap on their skin. Ethan’s breath brushed hot against his neck, a steady rhythm that stoked the fire still simmering in his veins. Desire flared anew, sharp and urgent, and he turned his head, his lips grazing Ethan’s ear, tasting the faint salt there. “Ethan,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust and trust, “I want you to take me now—I need to feel you inside me.”
Ethan pulled back slightly, his blue eyes dark and wide, a spark of surprise melting into hunger. “You sure?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his hand sliding down his chest, igniting shivers.
He nodded, his throat tight, vulnerability crashing over him like a wave. “Yes,” he said, his words steady but trembling with want. “I’ve never done this with anyone—not like this. You’re special, Ethan—I want you to have me, all of me.”
Ethan’s lips curled into a tender smile, his fingers tracing his jaw, and he leaned in, kissing him deep, the taste of sweat and sweetness flooding his mouth again. The bed creaked as Ethan shifted, guiding him onto his back, their legs brushing with a soft rustle of sheets. His heart raced, a raw openness swelling in his chest as he spread himself beneath Ethan, the cool air prickling his skin where sweat still clung. Ethan grabbed the lube, the slick sound of it coating his fingers sharp in the quiet, and he felt the first gentle press, his breath hitching at the unfamiliar stretch.
I’m his completely.
The sensation burned, tight and strange, but Ethan’s touch was patient, his fingers slow and sure, opening him with care. He groaned, low and deep, the sound rumbling in his throat as Ethan’s knuckles brushed sensitive nerves, sending jolts of heat up his spine. His hands gripped the sheets, the fabric rough against his palms, and he arched into it, the vulnerability stripping him bare—every wall he’d built crumbling under Ethan’s steady gaze. The scent of their arousal thickened, musky and primal, mingling with the faint soap still lingering on Ethan’s skin as he leaned down, kissing his chest, lips soft and warm against the racing pulse there.
“Tell me how it feels,” Ethan murmured, his voice a velvet rasp, his breath hot as he hovered close, easing in deeper.
He gasped, his voice breaking as he met Ethan’s eyes, lust and love swirling there. “It’s amazing,” he said, his words raw and shaky. “You’re filling me up—every touch, every move—it’s like you’re everywhere, Ethan. I’ve never felt this open, this alive—it’s so good, so right.” His hips rocked up, chasing the pressure, the slick heat overwhelming as Ethan pressed fully inside, the stretch intense but perfect, a union he’d never known he craved.
Ethan groaned, the sound vibrating through him, and began to move, slow at first, the bedframe thudding softly with each thrust. He felt every inch—Ethan’s hardness claiming him, the friction sparking fire in his veins, his skin tingling where Ethan’s hands gripped his hips, steady and strong. The room filled with their sounds—his sharp moans, Ethan’s ragged breaths, the wet slap of skin meeting skin—a symphony of need and trust. His eyes locked on Ethan’s, the sight of his lover’s flushed face, lips parted in awe, searing into him, and he tasted salt as he licked his own lips, sweat dripping from his brow.
The vulnerability shook him—letting Ethan in so completely, baring himself in a way he’d never dared before—and it fueled his lust, his heart pounding with every thrust. Ethan’s stamina was intense and loving, his rhythm quickened, deep and commanding, the pressure building fast, and he cried out, his voice hoarse, “Ethan—it’s incredible—you’re incredible.” His hands slid up Ethan’s arms, feeling the flex of muscle, the heat radiating off him, and he surrendered fully, the intimacy wrapping them tight, a special bond blooming in every shudder.
Their climax hit together, Ethan’s groan loud and primal as he thrust hard, filling him with a searing rush that tipped him over. He came with a broken cry, his release spilling hot between them, the slick warmth mingling on his skin, his body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through him. Ethan pulsed inside, the sensation raw and overwhelming, their breaths a tangled chorus echoing in the quiet.
Mark lay sprawled across the bed, the damp sheets clinging to his skin, moonlight tracing Ethan’s sweat-sheened body beside him. His chest heaved, breaths ragged and deep, the aftershocks of their first lovemaking trembling through him. Ethan nestled close, his head tucked against his shoulder, the heat of his skin searing where they pressed together. The air hung heavy with their musk, thick and primal, mingling with the faint soap lingering from his earlier shower. His fingers trailed lazy circles on Ethan’s back, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat, tasting the salt of their union as he pressed a soft kiss to his temple.
Ethan stirred, his breath warm against his neck, a soft hum escaping his lips. “That was incredible,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and sated, his hand resting over his chest, fingers brushing through the damp hair there.
He smiled, his heart swelling, and shifted to face him, their legs tangling anew. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice low and tender, kissing him slow, savoring the sweetness of his lips, still tingling from their earlier heat. “Let’s shower—I want to feel you under the water.”
Ethan grinned, his eyes glinting, and nodded. “Lead the way,” he said, his tone playful, rolling off the bed with a groan, the sheets rustling as he stood.
He led Ethan to the bathroom, the tiles cool under his feet, and turned on the shower, hot water hissing as steam clouded the air. They stepped in together, the spray cascading over them, slick and warm, washing away the sweat in rivulets down their skin. His hands slid over Ethan’s shoulders, soap suds foaming under his palms, the slippery glide igniting a fresh spark of desire. Ethan leaned into him, their chests brushing, water dripping from his lashes as he kissed him deep, the taste of soap and salt mingling on their tongues. The sound of the spray roared soft in his ears, Ethan’s quiet moan a melody beneath it, and he pressed closer, arousal stirring as their wet bodies locked tight.
They lingered, hands roaming, until the water cooled, and he shut it off, grabbing towels with a grin. “How about the sauna, I was going to head in there after my shower?” he asked, his voice teasing, drying Ethan’s back with slow, firm strokes. “I want us to unwind—really feel this night.”
Ethan laughed, his voice warm and eager. “You’re insatiable,” he said, toweling off. “I’m in—let’s go.”
He led them to the luxurious sauna in the garage, the cedar planks radiating heat as they stepped inside, towels discarded, shorts pulled on loose. Sweat beaded on his skin instantly, the air was thick and humid, and he sat on the bench, pulling Ethan beside him. The warmth sank deep, loosening his muscles, but desire flared hotter, his gaze tracing Ethan’s glistening chest. He slid to his knees, hands tugging at Ethan’s shorts, his voice rough with want. “I want to taste you,” he said, his words bold and loving.
Ethan’s eyes widened, a playful smirk curving his lips, his voice teasing. “Really, again?” he asked, leaning back. “What kind of vitamins do you take? I don’t think I’ve got it in me to get hard right now.”
He chuckled, pulling the shorts down slowly, the fabric rasping against Ethan’s thighs, and leaned in, his breath hot as he licked the soft tip, tasting the faint salt of sweat and lingering soap. Ethan’s laugh broke into a gasp, his body jolting upright, hardness swelling fast under his tongue, proving him wrong in an instant. He groaned, the sound vibrating deep, and took him fully, his lips stretching around the thick warmth, the musk of Ethan’s arousal sharp in his nose. His hands gripped Ethan’s hips, steadying him, the cedar’s earthy scent blending with their heat as he worked, slow and deliberate, savoring every shudder.
Ethan’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently, his voice a broken plea. “Mark—oh God,” he gasped, the sound echoing off the planks, raw and needy. He sucked harder for so long that their bodies were drenched in sweat from the heat of the sauna and their own passion, his tongue swirling firm against the underside, feeling the pulse quicken, the slick heat filling his mouth. The sight of Ethan’s head tipped back, eyes shut tight in bliss, burned into him, and he hummed, the vibration drawing a sharp moan, Ethan’s thighs trembling under his palms. His own chest heaved, the vulnerability of this first—giving himself so utterly—flooding him with love, every lick a vow to cherish this man.
“I want all of you tonight, Ethan,” he said, pulling back briefly, his voice hoarse with awe, lips brushing Ethan’s tip. “Come on my chest—let me feel you there.”
Ethan’s eyes snapped open, dark with lust and love, and he nodded, his breath ragged. “Anything for you,” he said, his voice trembling, guiding himself as Mark knelt lower, licking once more, then pulling back. Ethan’s release came fast, a sharp cry tearing free as he spilled hot across his chest, thick streams painting the dark hair there, slick and warm against his skin. He groaned, the sight—Ethan’s bliss, the glistening mark on his chest—pushing him over, his own climax surging through him, pulsing hard as he shuddered beneath Ethan’s gaze.
He slumped against the cedar bench in the sauna, his chest heaving, Ethan’s warm release glistening across his skin in the dim glow. Sweat dripped from his brow, the air thick with heat and their mingled musk, and he felt Ethan’s shaky breaths beside him, their bodies spent from the night’s passion. His heart pounded, a wild rhythm of love and lust, and he reached for a towel, wiping his chest with slow, tender strokes, the fabric rough against his slick skin. Ethan grinned, lazy and sated, grabbing his own towel, the soft scrape of it against his thighs echoing in the quiet as they cleaned up, the cedar’s earthy scent wrapping them in a warm haze.
“Come on,” he said, his voice hoarse but playful, standing on unsteady legs. “Let’s shower again—I want to wash this off with you.” Ethan laughed, a bright, bubbling sound that filled the space, and followed him out, their bare feet padding soft on the cool floor.
The bathroom steamed as hot water hissed from the showerhead, fogging the mirror with a misty sheen. He stepped in first, pulling Ethan under the spray, the water cascading warm and slick over their skin, washing away the salt and stickiness in rivulets down their chests. His hands slid over Ethan’s shoulders, soap suds foaming under his palms, the slippery glide sparking a fresh wave of joy. Ethan splashed him, water droplets flying, his laughter ringing sharp and sweet, and he retaliated, flicking suds at his face, their giggles bouncing off the tiles. The taste of soap lingered as he kissed him quick, a burst of wet warmth on his lips, and Ethan pressed closer, their slick bodies brushing, the sound of the spray a soft roar beneath their playful chatter.
“God, you’re fun,” Ethan said, his voice warm and teasing, wiping water from his eyes. “I could do this all night, just give me an hour to recharge.”
He grinned, shutting off the water, the last droplets pattering to the floor. “Let’s dry off—I want you back in bed,” he said, his tone thick with love, grabbing a towel to rub Ethan’s back, the fabric soft against his skin. They stumbled back to the bedroom, towels tossed aside, the cool sheets rustling as they climbed in, the moonlight glowing through the window to bathe them in silver once more.
He pulled Ethan close, their bare legs tangling, and looked into his eyes, blue and bright with a joy that mirrored his own. “I love you, Ethan,” he said, his voice steady and sure, brushing a damp strand from his forehead. “Tonight’s been everything—I’m so excited for our life ahead, you and me.”
Ethan’s smile widened, his hand resting over his heart, fingers tracing the damp hair there. “I love you too, Mark,” he said, his words soft but fierce. “I can’t wait for what’s coming—us, together, building something real. This night—it’s just the start.”
He laughed, a low, joyful sound, and rolled Ethan beneath him, their bodies pressing tight, the bed creaking as they nestled in. “It’s the best start,” he said, kissing him slow, tasting the faint salt still lingering, his heart swelling with pure, unshakable love. Ethan giggled against his lips, the sound a melody in the quiet, and they tangled closer, the warmth of their skin a cocoon against the night.
Their laughter faded to soft breaths, the moonlight tracing their entwined forms, and he held Ethan tight, their love a radiant vow pulsing between them. His chest hummed with excitement, a boundless joy lighting the dark, their future shimmering bright ahead—a life of laughter, trust, and love, unbreakable and true.