Zane and Beau had always been close, the two of them spending most of their time together. For as long as he could remember, Beau had been a permanent fixture at his parents’ house. Since they were young even. He remembered Beau played football because they were always going to the football games to watch Zane, and sure enough, the star quarterback of the football team was none other than Beau Bennett.
Ethan smiled at the memory. He was only a couple of years older than Beau, had graduated two years before him. And he remembered like it was yesterday when Beau had injured his throwing arm during his senior year. It had been headline news in their small town.
It had also been when Beau started spending even more time at their house.
“Tell me about your parents,” Ethan said, glancing over at Beau.
“What?”
It was clear he’d surprised Beau with his request, but he wondered whether Beau needed him to repeat himself or if he was stalling.
“Tell me about your parents,” he repeated more slowly.
“Nothing to tell.” Beau’s usual easiness was buried beneath something that sounded a lot like bitterness.
“Sure there is.” He knew he was being pushy, but Ethan figured if he was gearing up to spill his guts, it was only fair that he get some of the difficult answers out of Beau. Clearly, talking about his family was a touchy subject.
“They’re still in Coyote Ridge?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you see them often?”
“No.”
Ok, so Ethan was going to have to change his strategy if Beau was going to respond with one word each time. He was getting nowhere. Figuring Beau would eventually break, Ethan stopped questioning him, but he brushed his thumb over the back of Beau’s hand softly. He originally started to offer Beau comfort, hoping he’d open up, but Ethan soon found his body heating up as he enjoyed the rush that filled him just from the touch.
Beau squeezed his hand, hard. As though he could read Ethan’s mind. He hated that the damned console was in the way. He was feeling a little reckless at the moment, and the idea of leaning over and freeing Beau’s beautiful cock was almost too tempting to resist.
“Don’t even think about it,” Beau growled, his hand tightening even more.
“Don’t think about what?” he asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about.”
Ethan laughed. “You don’t have a clue what I’m thinking.”
“You’re right, I don’t. But I know exactly what I hope you’re thinking about.”
Ethan’s head snapped as he stared at Beau, his breaths coming in short and clipped. Was it warming up inside the truck? Yeah, it certainly was, and it had nothing to do with the heater.
“What were you hoping I’d do?”
Beau was silent for a moment, and Ethan figured he wouldn’t respond so he turned back to admire the scenery. He noticed they were on a long stretch of highway with nothing in front of them or behind. Not a store, not a car. Nothing but trees for what looked like miles.
“I want you to touch me,” Beau said gruffly, pulling Ethan’s attention back to him.
Ethan’s stomach muscles tightened, and his cock swelled. He had to shift in his seat to get comfortable, his zipper threatening to strangle his dick if he didn’t.
“Touch you how?” Ethan asked, inserting a fair amount of authority in his request. He wasn’t going to let Beau dominate him right now. He was all for a power play, but he was going to push Beau this time.
Beau pulled his hand to his lap, effectively relocating Ethan’s since their fingers were still linked. “Touch me.”
“Here?” he asked, rubbing the back of his knuckles over the hard ridge in Beau’s jeans.
“Fuck yeah,” Beau moaned.
Ethan released Beau’s hand, lifted the intruding console out of the way and then leaned over a little more, giving him perfect access to the buckle on Beau’s belt and the button on his jeans.
“Pay attention to the road,” Ethan demanded when Beau’s gaze tilted down to his lap.
Beau nodded and Ethan continued, unhooking the button and slowly lowering the zipper before slipping his hand into Beau’s boxers and squeezing his cock.
“Fuck,” Beau moaned.
“Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to stroke you while you drive?”
“I hadn’t thought that far,” Beau admitted, his breaths choppy and uneven.
“No? Think you can drive while I jack you off?”
“Fuck no,” Beau growled, both of his hands now on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it.