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 the 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. Ok, 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 by 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 that the man wasn’t going to welcome his gay son into his home.