Switch Pitching (Off the Bench #1)

19. Ethan

19

ETHAN

My feet slam on the staircase as I head upstairs, my mind fuzzy from how intense the last twenty-four hours have been. James and I talked things out, and we’re cool, but I can’t shake the underlying uncertainty. Like, I’m sure James is gonna be okay, but there’s a tiny voice in my head telling me that he’s about to freak out and regret everything.

As I open the door to my room, I hear a voice call out behind me. I turn to see James standing there with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Can I join you tonight?” He sounds almost shy, which is totally not him.

Something in my chest tightens and a rush of warmth floods my body. “Yeah, come on in.”

His face lights up and he runs past me into the room before shuffling under my blankets. Laughing, I grab a spare comforter from my closet, just in case we get cold, and I climb into bed with him. When he latches onto my arm and plants a kiss on my cheek, my heartbeat speeds up. There’s no going back. I’m free-falling for him.

“You good?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my neck.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, closing my eyes and curling into him.

We lie still for a while, completely motionless and listening to each other breathe. The weird vibe is still there, but it’s starting to fade with James next to me.

His hands wander around my back and down my arms, tracing patterns that send shivers down my spine. It’s gentle and almost innocent at first, but then his hand slides under my shirt.

And that turns me on like hell.

Staying calm is impossible when James touches me like this. His hands run up and down my sides, driving me crazy in the best way possible. I’m already hard as a rock, and I think he can tell.

“Ethan,” he murmurs, his voice deep. It sends a thrill through me, making it even harder to think straight. “You good?”

“Amazing. Please don’t stop.”

I turn my head a fraction and look over at him. His eyes are dark and there’s a glint in them that makes my heart race. Out of pure instinct, I lean over and press my lips onto his. The feeling of his hands tightening around my waist is intoxicating, and a moan escapes my mouth. I can’t get enough of him.

“Ethan,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m horny again.”

I snort loudly. Catching myself, I fix my gaze on James and lean back against the headboard. “That makes two of us.”

His fingers grip my shirt and slip it over my head before he sits up and leans over me. “Fuck, Ethan,” he whispers. “You’re so hot.”

There’s no time to think because he’s kissing my neck, moving down to my chest and brushing his thumbs over my nipples. Surges of arousal head straight down south, igniting every nerve along the way.

My hands move to his waist, and I lift his shirt up. He takes over and discards the shirt before leaning back down to kiss me, his skin warm against mine. My breathing becomes erratic as he starts planting kisses down my stomach.

James stops right as he reaches the waistband of my sweatpants, glancing up at me with a sneaky grin. His hands roam teasingly along the elastic. “Can I?” he asks.

“Yes.” I lift my hips to help him as he tugs my pants down. “Please.”

He takes care of his shorts right after, which leaves us both naked, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin. He’s kissing me again, and it’s overwhelming.

A hand wraps around my cock, and I instinctively arch into his touch, a soft gasp escaping my lips. He strokes me teasingly. “Your dick is amazing,” he murmurs. “So fucking big.”

I let out a string of meaningless noise, my capacity for thought having disappeared long ago. James is stroking the underside of my cock now, his breath tickling the head. Fuck, I need this.

“Ethan,” James says, his voice rough. “Can I suck you?”

The mental image of James’s mouth on my dick, one that I’ve kept myself from imagining for months, fills my brain and sends my arousal shooting into the stratosphere. Holy shit. I don’t know if there’s anything I’ve ever wanted more.

“I’d like that a lot,” I manage, and James smiles wide before shuffling down. His mouth is two inches above me, and the anticipation is brutal.

He gives the underside of my shaft a slow, firm lick. I’m already leaking, and he doesn’t miss a drop, collecting it with a slow, teasing swipe of his lips.

James plants his tongue on my frenulum, giving it a solid swirl. “What do I do specifically?” he asks.

I think for a second. Giving head is almost second nature to me, and I hardly ever think about what exactly I’m doing. “Make an O shape with your mouth, avoid using teeth, and go as deep as you’re comfortable with.”

I lift my head to gaze down at James. He doesn’t wait any longer and takes the tip of my dick into his mouth, sending my head slamming backward into the pillow. I almost forgot how a warm, wet mouth can make my mind go all fuzzy.

James keeps sucking at the tip while his hand strokes me, firm and deliberate, sending pulses of heat shooting along my spine.

“You can use your tongue, too,” I suggest, and James listens, circling my head with gentle licks.

Holy shit, he’s a natural. This is incredible, and I can barely keep it together.

Finding more confidence, James takes me deeper, his lips sliding down my length, and I gasp, the heat and pressure slowly undoing me.

“This is different, but you taste so fucking good,” he rasps. My pulse ratchets up even more as I moan out, unable to form any words at all. I look down and see James wearing a knowing smile.

“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” he asks. I nod vigorously.

James jerks my aching dick. “More dirty talk coming right up,” he teases.

Moving his mouth up, he drags his tongue along my shaft from the base to the tip. The way he’s teasing me with these slow movements brings me achingly close to the edge, unraveling me right from the core.

“Yeah, that’s right, Ethan. I’m gonna suck you off so good,” he mutters. “Shoot your load down my throat.”

I’m about to lose it. The way he said my name drives me wild. But then James takes me back into his mouth, and my mind goes blank. Nothing exists except for the hot, pulsing heat around my cock. Every nerve-ending is firing off, and I’m so close I can barely stand it.

“You wanna come so bad, don’t you?” James says, briefly pulling off my dick and jerking it. “I bet you do, and I’m gonna make it so good.”

I’m right on the brink, and I’m about to implode.

It’s gonna wreck me.

James goes back to sucking, concentrating on the head and wrapping it with hot, blissfully wet suction while stroking my shaft. Sweet, tingly pressure builds up in my nuts again and I tap him on the shoulder as a warning. I’m five seconds away from busting my load and there’s no way for me to hold back anymore.

James pulls his mouth off my dick and jerks me hard.

“Oh, yeah. Come for me, Ethan.”

My entire body tenses up, and I start to explode. My hands spasm, trying to grab something, anything, as the white-hot orgasm crashes through me. James slows down, his hand moving to his cock, jerking himself furiously until he spills all over my abs mere seconds later.

Being soaked with two full orgasms is a lot less appealing after everything is over, but James grabs a wad of tissues from my nightstand and wipes me down with lightning speed. He collapses on my bed next to me, both of us panting hard as we float back down to earth.

As I get up and start putting on my discarded shorts, James rolls over and stares at me with an unreadable expression. He looks insulted, and I can’t imagine why. I freeze, tilting my head at him.

“What are you doing?” James asks, narrowing his eyes.

I laugh, confused. “I’m putting clothes on. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Why do you have to do that?”

I’m not sure what to say, so I stay quiet.

“I don’t get it,” James says. “You have a massive fucking dick, but you insist on hiding it. Show it to me.”

I let out a surprised noise, which makes James lose it. I take advantage of the fact that he’s distracted with his own laughter and pull my shorts up before slipping into bed.

“My dick is not massive ,” I insist. Sure, it’s somewhat proportional, and I’m tall, but it isn’t anything extraordinary.

I feel a pillow hit my face. “Yeah, keep lying to yourself, buddy.” Twisting around to protest, I see James covering his ears with the same pillow he socked me with so I can’t correct him.

I huff out a laugh and lean back against the headboard. James is giggling at himself under the pillow, making the bedding shake. Because I can’t keep my hands to myself, I rip the covers off James and lean into the pillow, making him thrash around to escape.

“You’re a dick,” says James between laughs, shuffling toward the other side of the bed.

“Feel free to go back to your own room,” I reply, lacing my voice with mock sarcasm.

Scratching his jaw, James pretends to think seriously about my suggestion for a second before lunging at me and wrapping me in a hug. “Nah, I don’t think I will.”

The sudden embrace makes my stomach flip. As James settles onto my chest, I reach my arm over to switch off the lights. Our breathing grows softer, and I let my eyes close. Somehow, I’m not overthinking. I’m just here with James, and that’s enough to make me comfortable.