18. Chapter 18 #4
Curiosity piqued, Hank tore open the bag and pulled out a sandwich-sized item, wrapped in paper. He tucked one of the edges back, and sure enough, it was a breakfast sandwich. A good breakfast sandwich too, if the way it smelled was any indication.
“It’s a breakfast sandwich,” Hank said blankly, staring at the bundle in his hands.
“You don’t get it?” Ethan was smiling still, but the eager look on his face had dimmed a bit. “You don’t remember.”
Hank risked dislocating his shoulder to set it, along with the coffee cup he’d plucked out of Ethan’s hands, on the table next to the bed. Turning back, he tugged Ethan down lower, closer.
“Tell me,” he murmured.
“In September, before you got sent down, we made a bet. If you scored a goal, you’d take me to dinner, and if I scored a goal, I’d bring you breakfast.”
“One of the good breakfast sandwiches from the deli down the street from Charlie’s apartment,” Hank finished for him. “I remember now.”
“I always thought I’d get them delivered the morning after our date and serve you breakfast in bed,” Ethan said quietly. “Never got that chance. But still owed you one and—”
Hank didn’t let him get any more out. Instead, he tugged him down the remainder, enjoying the way Ethan’s body blanketed him head to toe, and kissed him.
For a second, Ethan tensed up, like he hadn’t been expecting it, but then relaxed into it, kissing Hank back, his hands cupping his cheeks like he thought he could merge their two bodies together.
It was a slow, easy, sweet kiss until Ethan pulled back. Blue eyes soft and wide. “I like you so much, I just want you to know that.”
Hank knew. Could do one better. Maybe it was too soon, but Hank wasn’t sure he could keep the words inside anymore, not with the burning ember of Ethan’s gesture lodging deep underneath his skin, warming him up from the inside out.
“I love you too,” Hank said. He’d meant it to come out a little teasing, just in case maybe that wasn’t really what Ethan meant. But instead, he’d not been able to say it anything but earnestly. Mean it anything but earnestly.
Ethan’s jaw dropped but then he was smiling, bigger and wider than Hank had ever seen. He buried his head into the spot between Hank’s neck and his shoulder, nuzzling into it and said, “Can’t fucking believe you. Swooping in and stealing all my romance thunder.”
“You mad?” Hank asked even though he already knew the answer.
“Never.” Ethan lifted his head. “We have some time before we have to be at the aquarium, do you wanna—”
“Yeah,” Hank said roughly, and Ethan was big and strong but he was bigger and stronger, and it wasn’t so hard to flip them. To press Ethan back against the mattress, especially when he went so easily.
“God, I do love you,” Ethan bubbled out happily after Hank had stripped his sweatshirt and sweatpants off, tugging down his briefs.
Sucking dick the first time had been a little intimidating but now Hank thought he was getting the hang of it.
Good enough anyway, that Ethan’s breath came faster almost the moment Hank finally got his mouth on his cock.
Ethan’s hands drifted down his back and his nails dug in, the pressure and sharp bite of pain the perfect counterpoint to the pleasure he felt in giving Ethan pleasure. In dragging moan after moan out of him.
But it was a special kind of blowjob; he’d just told Ethan he loved him.
Surely he should be doing more than the normal tricks he’d begun to figure out that Ethan liked.
They’d been talking about experimenting further, and so it felt right to slide his fingers lower, below his balls, and to trace a damp thumb around Ethan’s rim.
“Oh fuck,” Ethan cried out, and okay, that was good.
He liked that. Ethan had been the one to admit it to him, late one night, when they’d both been too wired to sleep.
But it was another to experience it. To feel how Ethan tensed up, and that was all the warning Hank got before he was coming down his throat.
“Fuck,” Ethan repeated, and barely let Hank finish sucking him dry before he was dragging him up his body, hands fierce and forceful on his body.
Hank was still catching his breath, panting a little at how fucking hot that had been, when Ethan blew his mind just a little more. He slid his fingers into his own mouth, plush lips spread wide, and pulled them out, dripping with spit.
“Oh my God,” Hank said with a sharp exhale as Ethan shoved his boxer briefs down with his other hand and wrapped those fingers around his cock.
Hank braced himself on Ethan’s chest and rode the intoxicating edge of pleasure as Ethan coaxed it out of him one stroke at a time.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” Ethan encouraged. Pled, really. And how was Hank supposed to resist any of that? He wasn’t. Nobody could expect it out of him.
He came less than a minute later, all over Ethan’s chest. Glancing down dopily and thinking to himself that this was only perfect and right.
Ethan had belonged to him for longer than he wanted to admit, but now here was physical evidence. Hank leaned in and, absolutely ignoring the mess, kissed him hard.