With as much restraint as he could muster, Beau ripped Ethan’s shirt up his body and over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. His lips had a mind of their own, trailing down his neck, over his collarbone, then over his pecs. Glancing up briefly, he noticed Ethan was watching him, his blue-gray eyes practically glowing with the heat that generated between them.
Sliding over slightly, Beau tongued Ethan’s nipple before taking it between his teeth and nipping lightly.
“Oh, God, yes,” Ethan moaned, bucking beneath him and grabbing the back of Beau’s head. Another nip and then Beau transferred to the other side, applying the same attention to Ethan’s other nipple before moving lower.
Using his hands, Beau deftly loosened Ethan’s jeans and pushed them down his hips, boxers and all. He didn’t hesitate when Ethan’s dick sprang free. Wrapping his fist around Ethan’s aroused cock, Beau inhaled him into his mouth, sucking hard at first, his eyes remained locked on Ethan’s face.
Ethan groaned as he thrust his hips upward, forcing his cock deeper into Beau’s hungry mouth. He took every inch of him that he could, curling his tongue around the long, broad shaft. He took his time, relishing the taste, the texture, every glorious inch of Ethan with his lips and his tongue. Ethan’s wondrous expression and his sporadic groans spurred him on.
“Don’t make me come,” Ethan said sternly. “Not yet.”
Beau understood. He wasn’t ready for Ethan to come yet either. He fully intended to have Ethan buried deep inside of him when that happened.
“As much as I want to do this right here, there is not nearly enough room on this couch,” Ethan said with a rough chuckle, pulling Beau forward when he released his cock.
Beau climbed up his body, making sure to hold his weight above him. “What did you have in mind?”
“I know this comfortable bed. It happens to be free right now.”
“Mmm,” Beau groaned against Ethan’s lips as he reached between them and stroked the velvety soft length of Ethan’s iron hard cock. “I like that idea.”
Ethan shifted, forcing Beau off of him. Laughing, Beau obliged and stood.
As though it was a marathon and they were in the final stretch, they made it up the stairs in record time, neither of them pausing until Beau had Ethan backed up against the bed. He grinned sheepishly and then offered a gentle shove. Ethan stumbled down onto his ass, and Beau came right down on top of him.
“Tell me again.”
“Tell you what?”
Beau cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
Ethan laughed and then grabbed Beau’s face, pulling him forward. “I love you.”
Beau’s heart smiled, wide and proud. There was a sense of freedom that washed over him like a monsoon. He would’ve been swept off of his feet had he not been laid out flat already.
And, taking a moment to be selfish, Beau said, “Again.” Caressing Ethan’s cheek with his lips, he continued, “I want to hear you say it a million times.”
Ethan flipped their positions easily, and he stared down at Beau. That generated another rumble from Beau’s chest. He loved this side of Ethan. The aggressive, dominant side who wanted Beau with a passion he couldn’t control. It was hot as fuck.
He loved being at Ethan’s mercy, as much as he enjoyed being in control. He wanted Ethan any way he could get him. There was a desperate yearning that was growing inside of him. Morphing into something greater than he’d ever experienced and he needed Ethan right then.
Reaching for the nightstand, Ethan snagged a condom and the lube while Beau watched. Just because he wanted to touch him, Beau ran his palms up Ethan’s jean clad thighs, up, down, up, down. They needed to lose the clothes.
“I want to feel you,” Beau told him, the guttural rasp reflecting exactly how he felt on the inside.
“I’m getting there, baby,” Ethan laughed.
“No,” Beau said firmly, still gripping Ethan’s thighs. Glancing toward the condom Ethan held in his hand, Beau added, “Just you.”
Waiting, watching, Beau noticed the moment his words seemed to register with Ethan.
“No condom?” Ethan asked.
“No condom.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, Beau,” Ethan said seriously, but he didn’t sound like he was arguing, just stating a point.
“Neither have I.”
“So this is a first?” Ethan asked, smiling down at him.
“For both of us.”
The first of many, Beau thought to himself. Ethan loved him. He wanted to shout it to the world, making sure everyone heard, everyone knew that Ethan belonged to him. Not that he would, but he wanted to.