Chapter 13 Ethan
ETHAN
Not gonna lie—as fun as the smoker had been, I was ready to get Jake some place we could be alone. And naked.
As he drove us back to his place, I reminded myself I’d wanted to tap the brakes and go slow. But also…
I mean, he was wearing that painted-on shirt. And he was just… God, he was so fucking hot. Watching a bunch of fights while we stood in a cloud of testosterone—that hadn’t turned me on. Watching Jake watching those fights? Fuuuck.
I couldn’t explain it. There was just something about seeing him get that into something, shouting and cheering the way I would at a hockey game—it was hot.
His enthusiasm had been contagious, and I’d gotten into it too, but honestly, I spent more of the smoker focused on him than on anyone who was fighting.
If he was ever the one fighting?
Oh hell. That was a thought.
Except I’d gotten the impression that was a complicated situation.
That while Jake had competed before, and at incredibly high levels, there was a reason he wasn’t doing it now.
He’d alluded to it. Carson had alluded to it.
I thought it had something to do with Carson’s injury—Marek had told me it had happened in a fight with Jake—but none of them had come out and told me the whole story.
No one had confirmed or denied it was the reason Jake wasn’t currently competing.
I was curious, but it seemed like a delicate issue. Maybe not one to approach while I was thinking with my dick, which I absolutely was right now. Yes, I wanted to see him fight, and yes, I’d probably come in my pants if I did.
But that was a conversation that could wait.
“So, um… ” I cleared my throat as I squirmed in the passenger seat. “How often do these, uh, smokers happen?”
Jake glanced at me and shrugged. “They happen all the time. Why? Do you want to go to another?”
“Uh… kind of, yeah?”
Another glance, this time with an upraised eyebrow. “Kind of?”
I swallowed. “I mean, it’s not what I’d usually think of for a date, but there is something kind of hot about going with you to watch some sweaty dudes fight?”
Jake coughed a laugh. “Oh really? Are you saying—do smokers turn you on?”
Uh, had he not noticed the way I’d pounced on him in the car?
“Not the smokers, no.” I shifted in my seat again. “But I do like going to things with you, so… ”
When he looked my way this time, his eyes widened as if he’d read between the lines.
I’m not horny because of the smoker. I’m horny because of you. And maybe you should drive a little faster.
Either he heard my thoughts loud and clear or we were very much on the same page, because the engine whined as the speedometer needle rose.
After a couple of blocks, he said, “You wanted to take things slow, right?”
“Yeah.” I licked my lips. “And I think we should. But… I also really, really want… ” I hesitated. “I don’t want to put pressure on you.”
“You’re not,” he said quickly. “I, uh… I’m good with going slow, but I’m good with jumping right in, too.” He paused. “If you want to.”
Fucking hell. I knew what I wanted to do. But I also didn’t want him to regret anything. I didn’t want to be an impulsive mistake for—
“I bought condoms,” he blurted out.
My spine straightened. “You… you did?”
He nodded, staring pointedly straight ahead, and though it was hard to be sure the low light, I thought some color was rising in his face.
When he spoke again, his voice came out hoarse.
“I wanted to be prepared. Because I figured the next time I got into bed with you… ” Jake drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
Oh fuck. I hoped none of his neighbors were outside to see me walking in from the car, because I wasn’t going to be able to hide this hard-on.
“Do you… ” I paused, cleared my throat, and tried again. “Do you want to use them? Like… tonight?”
“Yeah. I do.” No hesitation. No uncertainty. Some nerves, yeah—they came through in his voice and his fidgeting—but those were to be expected. His Adam’s apple bobbed once. “I don’t want to rush you, though.”
“I’m not the one who’s inexperienced,” I said, keeping my tone gentle. “I just don’t want to push you into something faster than you’re ready for it.”
“You’re not. I know what I want.”
I studied him for almost half a block. Then I cautiously asked, “What do you want? If you could have anything you wanted tonight… ” I gestured ahead of us. “When we get back to your place, what do you want to do?”
“I want you to fuck me. Tonight.” Again, no hesitation. No uncertainty.
Holy shit. All the air stuck in my chest. I was still reeling from the idea of us breaking out the condoms tonight in the first place. But he wanted me on top?
“Are you sure?” I asked, almost wheezing. “You don’t have to bottom the first—”
“I want to.” He adjusted his grip on the wheel. “I want to top… eventually… but I really want… ” He swallowed again and moistened his lips. Flicking his eyes toward me, he whispered, “I know you don’t want to rush. And I don’t want to push you. But if you’re game, I want you on top. Tonight.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed.
He furrowed his brow. “Is that too much? Am I moving too fast for—”
“God, no. I’ve wanted you since day one.”
The way he bit his lip made my head spin. And was I imagining the low growl he was clearly trying to hold back? Or the way the speedometer crept up a little higher?
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “For me to—”
“Yes.”
I pressed back against the seat. “It won’t be too fast for you?”
“I’ve been going crazy ever since we spent the night together.” He looked at me again, eyes full of fire. “It won’t be too fast.”
Squirming again, I murmured, “The first round might go a little fast, though… ”
“Oh, yeah?” He grinned, and fuck me, but his eyes flicked down to my lap. “A little turned on?”
“And you’re not?”
“I didn’t say that.”
I shamelessly adjusted myself and gritted out. “Then let’s get home, yeah?”
Fortunately, he was just putting on his signal to turn onto his own street. In no time, we were in his apartment’s parking lot and on our way inside.
Before he’d even shut the door behind us, I had my arms around his neck and my mouth against his.
He stumbled back into the door, closing it with our combined body weight, and he groaned as he slid his hands into my back pockets and pulled me against him.
He was as hard as I was, and every time I moved my erection against his, he shivered and moaned.
His hands moved from my ass to my back, and then under my shirt. I arched into him, whimpering softly into his kiss as his palms slid up my back.
When we came up for air, we were both out of breath and shaking.
“I’d ask you to do me right up against this door,” he panted, “but I’m pretty sure there’s, uh… a bit more to it than… ”
I chuckled. “Just a bit, yeah.” I nipped his lower lip. “You’re also like four inches taller than me. So unless you’ve got a stepstool nearby—”
Jake burst out laughing, which only turned me on more. Did he have any idea how gorgeous he was when he smiled?
Eyes sparkling with both mischief and heat, he said, “I have a stepladder.”
I rolled my eyes and tugged him back. “How about we just go in the bedroom? Everyone’s the same height lying down.”
He laughed as he took my hand and led me up the hall.
In the bedroom, he turned and wrapped his arms around me again. As he tugged my shirt up, he asked, “Should we get a shower first? I’m still sweaty from the smoker.”
“Oh, no, not that,” I said, letting the playful sarcasm drip. “Anything but an excuse to get naked with you.”
Jake snorted. “Just… get undressed.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice.
Jake’s shower was small, especially for two guys our size, but we made do.
Especially since we weren’t exactly social distancing in here.
We pawed at each other and kissed hungrily, our hard dicks trapped between our bodies.
If he had any uncertainty left from the first time, it was gone now—he touched me and tasted me with all the confidence and competence he would’ve had in a fight.
Like he knew damn well what he was doing and wasn’t shying away at all.
Holy fuck, it was hot. And speaking of, it was almost criminal how hot this man was when he was naked.
The ripped physique, the ink, the prominent hard-on—he was beyond sexy.
I loved running my hands over his powerful body; I’d never been with a man who was this much bigger than me and could easily break me in half, and it was a lot more of a turn-on than I expected.
In between all the making out and firing each other up, we did manage to wash away the sweat from the smoker. Or, hell, even if we didn’t, I’d kinda stopped caring—I wanted this man immediately and I didn’t give a damn what he smelled like.
Jake opened up some space between us. He raked his eyes up and down my body as he slid his hands along my waist. “You know, when I first realized I might be bi, it weirded me out.” He met my gaze. “Now I can’t believe I ever thought I wasn’t into dudes.”
I laughed, running my palms up his chest. “Glad you saw the light. Because… ” I gave him a down-up, and when I met his eyes again, I grinned.
He pushed out a ragged breath. “Maybe we should, uh… ” He tipped his head toward the door leading from the bathroom to his bedroom.
“Good idea.” I didn’t reach back to shut off the water, though. “You still sure about this? Bottoming?”
Nervousness flickered across his expression, but he nodded. “Yeah. Definitely. I’ve, uh… ” He laughed self-consciously. “Been wondering for a while what it would be like.”
“It’s fun. I love bottoming.”
His brow knitted. “But… you like topping too, right?”
“Oh, yeah.” I leaned in to let my hard-on brush his. “I fucking love it.”
There were still some nerves in his expression, but mostly heat and hunger. Perfect.
“Have you ever used, like, toys or anything? Fingers?”