Chapter Thirty-Five
chapter THIRTY-FIVE
E than took his time moving back into position, now straddling Beau’s very naked thighs. He openly admired the significant length and girth of Beau’s erection, his mouth watering with the urge to taste him.
“Hold that thought,” Ethan said suddenly, sliding down Beau’s body until he could snake his tongue out and touch the engorged head of Beau’s rigid cock.
Beau hissed in a breath and Ethan intensified his efforts, laving Beau’s hard length with his tongue and lips, licking, sucking. Using one hand, Ethan cupped Beau’s balls, kneading them gently but firmly, squeezing until Beau was thrusting his hips. He loved Beau’s reactions, pure, unadulterated pleasure written on his face.
He continued until Beau latched on to his hair, an urgent request, something Ethan knew all too well.
He wasn’t intending to send Beau over yet, not until he was inside of him. Kissing his way back up Beau’s body, Ethan resumed his place over Beau’s hips, gliding his cock against the smooth, steely length of Beau’s.
“Give me your hand,” Ethan instructed forcefully. He enjoyed the surprise as Beau’s eyes widened.
Obviously curious, Beau didn’t hesitate, holding out his right hand. He was lying on his back, Ethan straddling his hips, when he poured lube into his palm. “Stroke my cock against yours.”
Beau’s handsome face turned a fascinating shade of red, but he did as Ethan instructed; his grip on Ethan’s cock was so warm, Ethan had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out. He was overstimulated, hanging to the edge by his fingernails.
“Tell me you love me,” he ordered Beau.
“I love you,” Beau said easily, making Ethan’s body warm another degree. It was those three words that had seeped into his bloodstream and set him on fire; a slow smolder starting deep inside.
“God, yes,” Ethan groaned as his cock slid against Beau’s.
Beau shifted, the tight muscles of his stomach flexing deliciously, and then two firm hands circled their dicks while Beau thrust his hips up slowly, intensifying the friction against Ethan’s cock.
“Harder, baby,” he encouraged, thrusting into Beau’s hand.
He breathed through the mind-bending intensity, reminding himself that he couldn’t lose it yet. He fully intended to be joined with Beau when that happened. He ached to feel the blistering heat of Beau’s body gripping his dick, pulling him in deeper and deeper until they were one.
Just the thought had his cock pulsing, precum dripping from the tip. Placing his hands over Beau’s, he halted his ministrations. “Turn over.”
Beau grinned, that naughty, lopsided smirk that sent more blood south, making his dick even harder. The man was so intensely sexy. Ethan maintained his position as best he could, shifting only enough so that Beau could twist over onto his belly. Once he was there, Ethan moved down his legs, sitting on Beau’s calves.
He placed a sucking kiss on each one of Beau’s ass cheeks before separating the hard muscles and diving toward the sensitive flesh he uncovered. He plunged his tongue into Beau’s asshole, fucking him with slow stabs of his tongue until Beau was trying to force him deeper. Exchanging his tongue for his fingers, Ethan continued fucking Beau, pushing deep, retreating. He found that tender spot inside that had Beau groaning a warning.
Ethan reduced his efforts only slightly, continued to tease Beau’s prostate, driving him wilder. When he knew Beau was hanging on the precipice right along with him, Ethan stopped entirely and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d tossed on the bed earlier. Squirting a sufficient amount into his palm, he greased his dick while coating Beau’s puckered hole once more.
Because he wasn’t able to refrain any longer, Ethan lined up and guided his dick into Beau’s ass as slowly as he could. He wasn’t satisfied until he was as deep as he could go. Only then did he lean over Beau and nip his shoulder. Resting his full weight onto Beau, Ethan leaned onto his forearms and linked his fingers with Beau’s.
“I love you,” he whispered in Beau’s ear as he began to move, gliding in, pulling out. The friction was exquisite, his cock tingling. This was the only place he needed to be. Right there with the man he loved. The man he could see himself spending the rest of his life with.
Ethan increased his pace, flexing his hips, driving into Beau while keeping himself pressed entirely against Beau’s back, holding him as the sparks ignited, that glorious tingling sensation making itself known.
Beau squeezed his fingers, pushing his hips back, driving Ethan deeper. God, it felt good. Like he was meant to be here. As though they were made specifically for each other, fitting together like a puzzle.
When he began pounding his hips harder, Ethan knew he was going to have to send them into oblivion soon, or they were both going to go crazy.
Getting more traction by adjusting where his knees were, Ethan pushed up, still not releasing Beau’s hands, but separating their bodies.
“You feel so good,” Ethan said, punctuating his words by driving his hips forward. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned.
“I’m close, E,” Beau growled. “Close.”
Letting go of Beau’s hands reluctantly, Ethan grabbed his hips and was rewarded when Beau pushed back, kneeling as he kept his chest flat on the mattress. At the precise angle, Ethan began slamming into Beau, digging his fingers into his hips.
“Come for me, Beau. Come for me, baby.” Ethan was heading over, that initial tremor intensifying as it took root, spiraling up his spine, out through his limbs, making him shudder from the resplendent pleasure of it. “Come for me, baby!”
Ethan stilled, his cock pulsing, exploding inside of Beau at the same time Beau groaned, the muscles of his back flexing.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Ethan tumbled down on top of him, both of them crashing into the mattress, chests heaving, hearts racing.
“I love you,” Ethan told Beau, just because for some reason he liked saying it.
“I love you, too, baby,” Beau replied.
And just like that, Ethan was ready to go again.
AFTER THEY SHARED a quick shower, Beau had fallen back into bed with Ethan. He was exhausted. Both physically and emotionally, although not in a bad way. Resting his head on the hard muscles of Ethan’s back, he had his arm wrapped around him while Ethan slept on his stomach. Their legs were entwined, and the blankets were somewhere close to the end of the bed. He didn’t care enough to move to get them, either. Ethan’s warmth was more than enough to keep him comfortable.
Completely sated after that last round, Beau was surprised that he couldn’t get his brain to shut down. He continued to replay the events of the day, starting with the drive back from Houston. It was interesting how things seemed to have settled somewhere between morning and night.
Granted, a lot had happened in such a short amount of time.
Beau was curious as to what Sawyer and Ethan had talked about and exactly where, along the way, Ethan had decided that he loved him. Okay, giving Ethan a little credit, Beau didn’t think Ethan just decided it. More like accepted it. Yeah, much better turn of phrase.
Whatever had happened, Beau was thankful for it. Not that he enjoyed sitting back and watching Ethan suffer by any means, but he knew that today had been a turning point for Ethan. Probably in more ways than one.
Reflecting back on his thoughts that first night at the hotel, after Ethan had shared his devastating story over dinner, Beau had to wonder whether the bumpy road they were on had finally wound down to a smooth part. He hoped so. Ethan deserved as much.
If there was any way Beau could keep them on this path, he was more than willing to do whatever it took.
He remembered what Sawyer mentioned about Ethan needing to talk to a professional. Beau wondered whether Ethan was open to it. Beau would gladly stand right there beside him through the entire process if it would help to ease some of the hell Ethan had been living with for nearly a decade.
When Ethan had turned Beau’s statement back on him, comparing how he had been the one responsible for the downturn in his relationship with his parents to what Ethan had suffered with Gavin, he had been at a loss for words. Even his argument had sounded weak. Ethan had made him think, and Beau had come to the conclusion that he wasn’t solely responsible for the falling-out with his mom and dad.
Did that mean he was supposed to do something about it? Did he want to?
Actually, in a way he did. Beau had longed for the love of his parents, wished that they would praise him at least once the way they had when he was the star quarterback in high school. He doubted that coming out and telling them that he was gay would help the situation any.
Do you plan to tell them?
Ethan’s question reverberated in Beau’s head. Did he intend to tell them? What would be the point? Would they slam the door in his face, possibly disown him altogether? Despite how strained the relationship was already, Beau wasn’t sure he could handle any more. And he knew his dad well enough to know that the man wasn’t going to welcome his gay son into his home.
Shaking off the thoughts, Beau closed his eyes and slid his hand along the length of Ethan’s back. Touching him had become one of his favorite things to do. Ethan completed him in ways he had never even dreamed of. And Beau had to believe that Ethan felt the same.
Beau knew he could believe one thing... What they had was real. What they had was worth fighting for. Unfortunately, Beau knew it was time to prepare for that fight because the long road ahead wasn’t going to be an easy one.