Chapter Six #2
“First, I just want to kiss you, hold your cock in my hand, learn you all over again,” Niko murmured as he leaned in to press a kiss to Ethan’s soft lips.
“Then, I am going to lay you back on this bed, prop up your hips and fuck you, playing with your cock while I rub mine against your prostate and watch as you shatter just for me.”
And then, not letting Ethan process that any further, he leaned in and devoured his mouth, using both hands to play and stroke, and drive Ethan’s arousal to a fever pitch, while he fought to keep his own at bay.
Soon, when Niko was at the end of his patience, Ethan tore his head away with a curse, and moved back onto the bed, pulling a pillow under his head, and raised his hands toward Niko.
“I need you now, baby,” Ethan said in a voice filled with desire.
Niko stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, one hand wrapped around himself, eyes fixed on Ethan stretched out in front of him—open, inviting, watching him with that small, knowing smile that always unraveled him.
It took real effort not to lose control right there.
“You do this on purpose,” Niko murmured. “You know exactly what that look does to me.”
Ethan’s smile softened, something tender underneath it. “I just want you. That’s not strategy. That’s honesty.”
Niko exhaled slowly, reached for one of the pillows, and stepped closer. “Lift up for me.”
Ethan did without hesitation, and Niko slid the pillow beneath his hips, adjusting him carefully until he had him positioned just right. The care in the movement said more than any words ever could. He searched the bedside table for the tube he knew would be there and made use of the lubricant.
Niko’s hand then traced slow, deliberate circles at Ethan’s entrance. Ethan’s breath hitched immediately, his legs falling open instinctively.
“Always so responsive,” Niko said quietly, almost in awe. “Like your body remembers me before your mind catches up.”
Ethan let out a soft laugh that turned into a sigh when Niko’s fingers pressed inside him. “You make it very hard to forget you.”
Niko leaned in closer, voice low. “Tell me if anything feels wrong.”
Ethan met his eyes, steady and warm. “Nothing about this feels wrong. Not with you.”
That was all the permission Niko needed.
He took his time, using his fingers to stretch his lover, not wanting to hurt him for the world, only wanting to bring him pleasure.
When he judged that Ethan was prepared, he moved into position, notching the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle of Ethan’s ass.
“Push out, love,” he said through gritted teeth
Then Niko pressed himself forward slowly, hands braced on Ethan’s thighs, watching his face the entire time. Ethan gasped once as Niko filled him, then rolled his hips back with quiet urgency.
“God,” Ethan breathed. “I missed this. I missed you.”
Niko went still for a heartbeat, letting Ethan adjust, letting himself feel the reality of it—the heat, the closeness, the way Ethan’s body welcomed him without hesitation.
Then Ethan moved again, and Niko lost the last thread of control.
He began to move, slow at first, finding a rhythm that made Ethan’s hands curl into the sheets. When Niko shifted the angle, Ethan’s breath broke completely.
“There—” Ethan whispered. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
Niko leaned forward, bringing Ethan’s legs up, holding him open and deeper, and this time when he thrust, Ethan shuddered beneath him, a soft sound escaping his throat that made something snap inside Niko’s chest.
“I’ve missed this, missed you, for so long,” Niko said, voice rough now. “You like this. You’re everything.”
Niko slid his hand between them and gripped Ethan’s cock firmly, reveling in the fact that move had his lover arching his back off the bed and shouting his name to the room—the way he was already close, already unraveling—pushed Niko past the edge.
Their bodies moved together, his hips faster now, his hand keeping the same rhythm on Ethan’s cock, breath and heartbeat syncing until there was nothing left but sensation.
Ethan came first, gasping Niko’s name like it was a confession.
Niko followed seconds later, holding himself deep inside him, every muscle locked as he gave in completely, the world narrowing to the man beneath him and the feeling of finally being exactly where he belonged.
When it was over, Niko collapsed forward onto his arms, forehead resting against Ethan’s shoulder, both of them breathing hard, still tangled, still real.
And neither of them wanted to move.
It took Niko a few minutes to gather the strength to move to the en suite bathroom, grab a face cloth, and run it under warm water with soap.
When he came back to the bed, Ethan hadn’t moved.
He cleaned them both up, threw the towel in the laundry, and got them both settled back in bed, under the covers, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“I love the new ink you have on your neck,” Ethan murmured as he pressed an open mouth against the ink that had been laid there.
Niko grinned, and turned his head a little. “Look a little closer love, behind my ear.”
He knew the moment Ethan spotted the little ghost that was worked into the tribal pattern by his intake of breath, and then the soft kiss he placed against him.
“That’s me?” he asked softly.
Niko leaned back until he could look him in the eye. “Yeah, love, that’s you. Even though I believed the shit your father threw out there about you, I loved you still.”
He got the two of them cleaned up, then settled into Ethan’s enormous and ridiculously comfortable bed. He lay on his back with Ethan hugged into his chest.
“I should have come after you,” he said quietly. “I knew you loved me. I let my pride make me believe you could walk away.”
Ethan’s grip tightened. “I never stopped choosing you.”
Niko held Ethan as if anchoring him to the present, to now, to them.
For the first time since Ethan had vanished from his life, Niko didn’t feel like he was waiting for something to be taken away.
He felt like he had finally come home.