Chapter 37 #2
Ethan’s finger was barely grazing the edge of his prostate, providing a glimmer of the pleasure that felt just out of reach. He needed Ethan to be deeper.
“I’m ready now.”
Ethan tore open the foil packet, and chuckled when he removed the condom. “It’s blue.”
“It’s probably from the Pride night event. Virgil bought a rainbow pack.”
After rolling it on, Ethan gave his dick a little shake. “It looks like an Otter Pop.” He drizzled the rest of the lube on his shaft and pressed his cockhead against Blake’s hole. “Ready to get otter-popped?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
They broke into laughter, which gave way to moans as Ethan slipped inside.
Blake gasped at the intrusion, as welcome as it was. Ethan’s cock felt enormous. He took a few deep breaths, focusing on the sensation of his ass stretching and opening to accommodate Ethan’s dick as it advanced, inch by rock-hard inch.
Ethan rested his weight on Blake, kissing his neck, his jaw, his earlobe as he slid deeper. When he was fully inside, he groaned, dropping his head to Blake’s shoulder. “You feel so good. So tight and warm.”
“You feel huge. In a good way.” Blake couldn’t believe he’d taken Ethan’s whole length into his ass.
The sense of fullness and the pressure on his prostate was incredible.
Almost overwhelming. Now he understood why some men always wanted to be the bottom.
He was glad he’d waited, though. This was still something special for him.
He hugged Ethan to his chest. “Fuck me.”
Ethan withdrew and pushed back in, his head gliding along Blake’s prostate. A burst of pleasure lit Blake up, deep in his core.
“Just like that.”
Ethan scooted closer, until his hips pressed against Blake’s thighs. He drove his cock into Blake, his strokes becoming stronger and more confident as Blake’s ass loosened up. Soon they were fucking, hard and fast, their sweaty bodies slapping together.
Blake was out of his mind from pleasure, already cock-dumb, clinging to Ethan and bucking his hips, trying to meet every thrust. Trying to draw him in even deeper.
He snaked his hand between them and gripped his cock, the tip already wet with pre-cum. He wanted to come so bad, to give himself over to the heat, and the smell, and the primal, all-consuming pleasure of getting fucked up the ass.
Just a few more minutes and his hole would clamp down on Ethan’s shaft as he shot his load. He was so close…
Ethan
“Wait, I want to watch you jerk off.” Ethan settled into a kneeling position and guided Blake’s ankles upward, intending to rest them on his shoulders. But when Blake’s feet neared his face, Ethan caught a whiff of sweaty sneakers.
His stomach fluttered with an unfamiliar desire.
He lifted Blake’s foot to his nose and inhaled its scent. Although he’d never taken an interest in feet, he was fascinated by Blake’s big bare foot, with its smooth arch and plump toes. His heart pounding in his chest, he licked Blake’s foot from heel to toe.
The salty taste of sweat sent a shockwave to his cock. While he fucked Blake with renewed vigor, he sucked Blake’s toes into his mouth, letting his tongue caress each one.
“Yeah, lick my feet,” Blake said as he jerked his cock and flicked his nipple. “That’s fucking hot.”
Ethan whined, overcome by lust. Sucking Blake’s toes was dirty and lewd, and he couldn’t get enough. He held Blake’s feet side by side and pressed his face against the warm, soft soles. Losing himself in the moment, he pounded Blake’s ass, his hips taking over and driving him forward.
“I’m going to come,” Blake cried, and after a series of loud moans, jets of cum streaked across his abs.
The rhythmic pulse of Blake’s asshole around his cock pushed Ethan over the edge. “I’m close, too.”
He collapsed over Blake, their sweaty chests crashing together as he thrust harder and faster. His whole body trembled from the mind-blowing pressure building behind his balls.
Blake reached down and spread his ass cheeks wider. “Come inside me.”
With a final deep thrust, Ethan yelled, “Fuck!” He buried his face in the crook of Blake’s neck as he spilled inside him, his body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.
When the contractions finally subsided, a soft, fuzzy wave of relaxation flowed through Ethan’s body.
“That was amazing,” Blake said.
His dreamy, blissed-out voice broke the spell.
The haze of Ethan’s afterglow dissipated, and the reality of what they’d done sunk in.
Oh my god. I had sex with Blake.
He pulled out, no longer finding the ridiculous blue sheath on his softening dick amusing.
Blake
Blake lay with his eyes closed, drowsy and content. He’d forgotten how much deeper and more full-bodied an orgasm felt when you were getting fucked, although part of that intensity was probably because it was Ethan who’d been fucking him.
As they’d worked together on the plans for the club, his feelings for Ethan had been growing. He wanted to be around him all the time. He longed to touch him, to hold him. When they were together, he was excited and energized, and when they were apart, he counted the hours until he’d see him again.
He’d never felt a stronger connection to another man, and after tonight, he no longer doubted what it was.
Love.
He’d kept it to himself, not wanting to make Ethan uncomfortable, but they’d made love. He could tell him now.
He rolled onto his side, reaching over to touch Ethan’s chest, to let his hand rise and fall with his lover’s breath.
“I––”
His hand came down on the smooth laminate surface of the stage.
Blake’s eyes flew open in surprise. Ethan was standing near the runway, pulling on his underwear.
“Ethan?”
“I’m sorry,” Ethan mumbled.
“For what?”
Ethan hung his head, wringing his hands. “This can’t happen again. We’re business partners. It’s unprofessional.”
Blake sprang to a seated position, his hands shaking, acid curdling in his stomach. “You’re seriously trying to tell me that’s all we are? That this was a mistake?” Ethan flinched when Blake rested a hand on his shoulder. In a softer voice, he asked, “Will you look at me?”
Ethan lifted his chin and regarded Blake with glistening eyes. “I like you, Blake. More than I’ve liked any other guy. But I can’t date you. It’s a recipe for disaster.” He turned away, digging his button-up shirt out of the clothes pile and listlessly threading his arms through the sleeves.
Blake swung his legs over the edge of the runway and hopped down. “Why?”
Ethan fumbled with the lowest shirt button, finally letting his hands drop to his sides. “Because we’re running a business. A relationship would complicate everything.”
“I don’t understand. We were boyfriends when we decided to open the club together.”
Ethan pulled on his jeans. Still staring at the floor, he fastened his belt and sighed. “That was… before.”
Blake had played out this scenario in his mind a thousand times – Ethan rejecting him for his past. But things had been good lately.
They were getting back to the way they’d been when they were first dating.
Blake was starting to trust they’d moved past it, that his porn career didn’t define him any longer.
Tonight, while making love on the stage, he’d had a glimmer of hope that someone had finally seen him as more than a body. That Ethan saw him as someone he could love.
That was before.
Before… I knew you were a whore. Before I realized I couldn’t trust you.
Before you broke my heart.
Before.
Everything contained in that single word cut through Blake like a sustained, perfectly-pitched note – the kind that could shatter crystal – finding the place where his heart was brittle and fracturing it into jagged shards.
Blake cleared his throat, but his voice still came out raspy. “Before you found out I was a porn star.”
Hopping on one foot, Ethan slid on one sock, then the other. “I’ve told you, my dad would never speak to me again if I was dating a porn star.”
Annoyance creeping into his voice, Blake slid off the stage and yanked on his sweatpants. “For fuck’s sake. I let people film me having sex. I didn’t murder someone.”
“I know,” Ethan snapped. He dropped to one knee to put on his sneakers. “But my dad is really conservative. In his mind, sex work is…” His voice trailed off, and he tightened his shoelaces with a final tug.
“Shameful.”
“I didn’t say that.” Ethan stood, his chin tucked to his chest.
“Forget about your dad for a minute. What do you want?”
Ethan lifted his chin, looking Blake in the eyes. A tear traced its way down his cheek. “I…” His lips trembled, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before mumbling, “I have to go home and feed Creamsicle.”
He hurried out of the club, pulling the door closed behind him.
Blake ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck!”
He slipped on his T-shirt and sneakers and trudged to the bar. He took a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf and poured himself a shot. Kicking it back, he savored the eye-watering burn in his throat.
He poured another shot and surveyed the empty club. Confetti, paper streamers, and cocktail napkins were strewn across the floor like the entrails of a slain pinata.
There was so much work to be done. What had he gotten himself into? He needed Ethan’s help, but would they be able to come back from this?
Blake drained his second shot and set the glass in the sink.
After grabbing his bag from the dressing room, he programmed the alarm and shut off the overhead lights on his way out.
In front of the club, a man dressed in a heavy cable-knit sweater and slacks was snapping pictures of the facade on his phone.
“Can I help you?” Blake asked.
The man’s lips slid into a creepy, insincere smile, like that of a lizard. “Just snapping some pictures of the building. It’s beautiful architecture.”
Blake crossed his arms over his chest. “In the middle of the night?”
The stranger patted one of the wooden garage doors. “Do you know when these doors were added?”
“Before my time.”
Running his hand down the seam between the doors, the man asked, “They don’t open, do they?”
“No.” A shiver ran down Blake’s back. “What do you want?”
The creepy guy flashed that reptilian smile again, pocketed his phone, and walked away without another word.
“Freak,” Blake muttered under his breath, checking the lock a final time before heading to his car.