“Baby,” Ethan moaned. “Beau, I’m close. So fucking close.”
“Come for me, E. I want you to come for me.”
Beau continued to pound into him, fast, hard, perfect. The rhythm took Ethan to another place where there was no pain, only absolute, soul-healing ecstasy, and he knew without a doubt the only place he would find it was right there in Beau’s arms.
When Beau slid his fingers into his hair, pulling him back until he was nearly upright against him, Ethan gave in. Slowing his thrusts, Beau shoved deep inside, pulled out slowly and then gripped Ethan’s cock and stroked until Ethan was nearly blind with the intensity of their joining.
“Come for me, E,” Beau breathed against his mouth. “Only for me.”
Ethan placed his hand over Beau’s where he was stroking him. Within seconds, he was hovering on the edge of a release he was sure would knock him off his feet. Thank God Beau was behind him. Ethan only prayed he would catch him if he fell.
Beau’s legs were growing weak as he thrust into Ethan, the solid wall of his body flush against him, his hips moving faster as he fucked him into oblivion.
This was heaven on Earth, and it didn’t matter one bit that they were in a small, cramped office filled with clutter. The fact that Beau was with Ethan was all that mattered. The way Ethan said his name was all that he cared about. And the way he continued to touch him, an obvious attempt to keep that additional connection was all Beau needed.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan cried out, his cock jerking in Beau’s hand as he came in powerful bursts. “Beau,” Ethan breathed deep, “it feels too good.”
Nothing was too good as far as Beau was concerned because every time they were together, it just got better and better.
Beau released Ethan’s cock and gripped his hips as he plowed into him over and over, unable to hold off his climax any longer. He growled low and long as his hips slammed into Ethan’s one last time, then stilled as he came.
Coming down from the high he got when he was with Ethan took more time than it should have. One good thing, Ethan’s frustration level had dissipated almost entirely. For long minutes after Beau exploded inside of Ethan, he’d simply stood there, holding on to him, refusing to let go. And to Beau’s surprise, Ethan hadn’t tried to move either.
Now that they’d managed to clean themselves – and the office – up a bit, Beau figured it was as good a time as any to bring up the next subject he wanted to broach with Ethan.
With Ethan sitting in the creaky desk chair, Beau propped himself up against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest. Neither of them had made an attempt to go back to work either.
Turning, he looked over his shoulder at Ethan. “I’ve been thinking,” Beau stated calmly when Ethan just stared back at him.
“Great. Just what I need. A fucking mechanic who thinks,” Ethan smarted, playful and light, much more acceptable than the aggravation that had filled him earlier.
“It’s what I do,” Beau said on a laugh. “I’ve got other skills too, you know.”
Ethan laughed. “Don’t I know it.”
Ethan’s statement filled Beau with contentment.
“What have you been thinking about?” Ethan asked a second or two later.
Beau gave him a suggestive look, letting Ethan read into it what he wanted to.
Ethan’s slow smile was mischievous and sexy as hell, nearly redirecting Beau’s attention, but somehow he managed to keep his train of thought. “About getting a tattoo.”
Ethan’s eyebrow rose. “And you were thinking about this today?”
“Yup.”
“Why’s that?”
“No idea. Where’d you get yours done?”
Ethan appeared to be thinking, although Beau found it difficult to believe the guy didn’t instantly remember where he’d received the tattoo.
“Why?”
“Why ask so many fucking questions?” Beau retorted, beaming another smile at Ethan in an attempt to break up the tension in his voice.
“Fuck you, Bennett,” Ethan said with a laugh. There was a subtle change in Ethan’s posture, his shoulders tensing slightly before he said, “The guy I went to is in Houston.”
Beau had to wonder why so far away. He was sure there were plenty of acceptable tattoo artists in Austin. Not that he was going to question Ethan because that would likely put a damper on the tension free moment they were sharing.
“You want to get a tattoo?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“Nothin’. Just need to know the place to go to get it.”