Chapter 45
FORTY-FIVE
Ethan
When Ethan brushed their lips together, Blake gasped in surprise and froze.
“Oh.” Ethan pulled back a bit. I’ve made a mistake. He’d gotten caught up in the moment, longing for closeness and sexual release, ready to pick back up where they’d left off. He hadn’t paused to consider the possibility that Blake had moved on, and was over him.
He’d crossed the line. Again.
“I’m sor—”
Before Ethan could finish his apology, Blake gripped his hips, lunged forward, and kissed him back. The kiss was greedy and hungry, as if Blake had been starving and Ethan was his only sustenance.
While his tongue explored Blake’s mouth, Ethan swiveled his hips, grinding their crotches together. He could clearly feel the hot, hard outline of Blake’s cock.
Ethan pulled back just long enough to say, “I want you inside me.”
When he moved in for another kiss, Blake stopped him with a hand against his chest. “We’ve done this before. And you left afterwards.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Ethan sat up, draping his arms loosely over Blake’s shoulders. “Zane talked some sense into me tonight. He told me I need to get over my hang-ups. And he’s right.
“Listen, when I came out, my dad fed me all these negative messages about gay men. He told me I had to be better than the men who took drugs, and slept around, and who wasted their lives in the pursuit of pleasure. He would accept I was gay, as long as I was respectable. That’s the word he used. Respectable.
“Those messages can really fuck with your head. But those are his beliefs. They don’t have to be mine.
I’ve been thinking about my attitudes toward porn a lot lately, and Zane had a point.
A lot of gay men have a ‘slut era.’ Any guy I decide to date might have slept with a lot of men before we met.
Just because your sex was filmed shouldn’t make a difference. ”
Ethan trailed his hand down Blake’s bare pec, heat rising to his cheeks. “I, uh… watched one of your videos.”
Blake raised his eyebrows. “Oh? Which one?”
“A scene with Holden Cox, called Ass Wrecker.”
“What did you think?”
“It was… enthusiastic.” The corner of Ethan’s mouth twitched. “I could tell you were acting. It was a little over the top.”
“It wasn’t all acting.” Blake slipped his hands under the hem of Ethan’s T-shirt, his fingers tracing ticklish tracks up Ethan’s stomach. “I had a lot of fun making porn.”
Ethan bit his lip and nodded. “If we’re being honest, I’m a little jealous that you’ve had this wild sexual past.”
“I did. But that’s not what I want anymore.”
“I trust you.”
“You know, though, even if I’m not making porn anymore, my pictures and videos will always be out there. I’ll always have fans. And by fans, I mean guys who jerk off to my movies.”
“And ask you to sign their Fleshlights.” Ethan chuckled. “It may take me some time, but I’ll get over my jealousy. You made choices I couldn’t imagine making, but I understand. I mean, you’re gorgeous. If I looked like you, I might have made porn, too.”
Blake dropped his gaze and drew his hands out from under Ethan’s shirt. “I’m more than just a hot body and a pretty face.”
“You’ve never just been a body or a face to me. You’re kind, and talented, and thoughtful.”
With his index finger, Blake traced Ethan’s belt buckle. “Keep going.”
“You’re funny, and sensitive. Did I mention sexy yet?” Ethan combed his fingers through Blake’s hair. “Maybe we can put being boyfriends back on the table, if it’s not too late.”
Gazing deeply into Ethan’s eyes, Blake smiled. “It’s not too late.”
“Take me to bed, Blake.”
With an impish chuckle, Blake cupped Ethan’s ass, and in one smooth movement, stood and lifted Ethan with him.
Trembling with a rush of arousal so potent it made him lightheaded, Ethan wrapped his legs around Blake’s back. As Blake carried him to the bedroom, he said, “You being able to pick me up like that is never going to get old.”
Blake
Ethan lay on top of Blake, panting softly, rocking back to meet every thrust. They’d been making love for nearly an hour, flowing from one position to another, gliding together with slow, sensual strokes.
Dustin had almost certainly heard the rhythmic creaking of his bed frame, but Blake was too lost in ecstasy to care.
He and Ethan were finally together again.
Surrounded by the familiar scent of their sex, Blake sank into the velvet warmth of Ethan’s ass, moaning every time his lover’s body yielded and opened to receive him.
Hungry for connection, he wanted to stay joined as long as possible.
He’d almost come three times, each time pulling himself back at the last second.
He wouldn’t be able to hold off again. The gentle grip of Ethan’s body felt too good.
He ached with the need for release, every stroke drawing him closer to the edge.
Hugging Ethan to his sweaty chest, Blake surrendered, letting instinct take over as his hips found their rhythm.
He planted his feet on the bed as he plunged deeper, desperate to close the space between them.
“I’m going to come,” Ethan said, pushing himself to his knees so he could jerk off. Holding Blake’s gaze, his eyes dark with lust, he rolled and rocked his hips. “Take me, Blake.”
Blake gripped Ethan’s waist and drove into him, their bodies shaking from the force of his thrusts. Pleasure surged through him until his thoughts dissolved into a white noise of sensation – the strength and hardness of his cock, the tension in his balls, the warm, wet hug of Ethan’s ass.
After two more balls-deep thrusts, Blake came, shuddering with every pulse of his release. Almost immediately, Ethan’s hole tightened around Blake’s shaft, his whole body trembling. His increasingly desperate moans culminated in a shout as his cum streaked across Blake’s chest and stomach.
Blake kept thrusting, wishing they could live forever in this moment – moving together as one, spilling their semen, riding waves of pleasure so intense they blurred the line between pain and ecstasy.
Several blissful minutes later, Ethan collapsed against him, finally spent, and Blake let his hips settle to the bed. They panted together, chests rising and falling.
“Do you think Dustin heard us?” Blake asked, which caused them both to crack up.
“At this point, I don’t care,” Ethan said. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Blake kissed Ethan’s sweaty neck, savoring the salty taste of his skin. “Me too. Best by far.”
Ethan leaned up on his elbows. “Even with all the crazy stuff you’ve done on set?”
During his career, Blake had some incredible sex – athletic and enthusiastic fucks with the hottest men in the industry.
He’d had orgasms that left him feeling like he’d been turned inside out through his dick.
But none of those encounters had been as satisfying as sex with Ethan.
None had given him that soul-deep sense of contentment.
“It’s different with someone you care about,” he said.
While Ethan brushed their lips together in a soft, chaste kiss, Blake’s softening cock slipped free, along with a trickle of lube.
“We should get cleaned up.” Blake discarded the condom in the wastebasket by his nightstand and wiped down their bodies with one of the towels from under his bed. As the afterglow wore off, he shivered, his damp sheets growing chilly in the night air. “Will you hold me?”
Smiling broadly, Ethan rolled onto his side and patted the mattress in front of him.
Blake snuggled up against his lover, pulling the sheet and comforter over them. When Ethan wrapped an arm around his waist, he interlocked their fingers and raised their joined hands to his chest, over his heart.
“We’re going to save the show,” Ethan whispered, his breath ghosting over the back of Blake’s neck. “I promise.”