“For what?”
“For being you,” Ethan told him. “I’ve…” Ethan slammed his mouth shut, worried he would say more than he meant and that would ruin things.
“Nuh-uh,” Beau growled, forcing Ethan to his back and straddling his hips.
Beau was heavy, but it was a comfortable weight above him, one he could seriously get used to. One he feared he was getting used to.
Beau once again changed positions so that he was kneeling between Ethan’s spread thighs, his hard cock pressing into Ethan’s hip as he sprawled on top of him. Ethan tried to pull him closer, to bear the full brunt of him, but Beau held himself up on his arms.
“Don’t want to crush you,” Beau whispered against his lips.
“Crush me, please,” Ethan pleaded, wrapping his arms around him. “Just get closer.”
“You want closer?” Beau laughed.
“Absolutely.”
Beau nodded, but then his weight disappeared entirely, and Ethan lifted his head enough to see Beau moving across the room, completely and gloriously naked. He grabbed his bag from the floor and then rummaged through it, pulling out a box of condoms and depositing them on the night table beside the bed.
“Lube?” Ethan asked, laughing and sliding his hands behind his head, settling in for the show.
“Never underestimate me, Walker,” Beau said sternly, grinning deviously.
Never. Ethan was quickly learning that Beau far surpassed most in the brains department. How was it that he was always prepared, always one step ahead, Ethan wasn’t sure.
Ethan began idly stroking his cock as he watched Beau’s graceful movements, enjoying the erotic sight of him naked, his still hard cock standing proudly from his body, just begging for Ethan’s attention. And when Beau slid onto the bed beside him, he planned to overwhelm him with affection, but Beau turned the tables on him instantly, pulling him on top of him.
It was Ethan’s turn to hold himself up, but Beau hugged him tightly with one arm while pulling his head down so that their mouths met, eliminating the ability to minimize his crushing weight from bearing down on him. Within seconds, the kiss was hot enough to scorch the sun, and since Beau wasn’t complaining, Ethan no longer gave a shit.
Ethan was engrossed in the kiss, licking at Beau’s mouth, sucking his tongue gently, then rougher. Over and over as he slid his hands beneath Beau’s head, holding him tight, never wanting to let him go.
Ethan moaned when Beau’s hands slid down his back, cupping his ass before separating his cheeks and sliding one finger inside of him. He ground his hips against Beau’s, his cock swelling, hardening again as Beau began fucking his ass with one lubed finger.
When did he get the lube?
Breaking the kiss, Ethan rested on one elbow and stared down at Beau. “Fuck me harder,” Ethan begged, spreading his legs and giving Beau better access, watching the passion that consumed his lover. “Condom?” Ethan asked, grinding his hips back against the invasion that was so intense he was beginning to sweat. “I want to feel you inside me,” Ethan told him.
Beau responded by cocking one blond eyebrow, the corner of his sinful mouth tilting up as though telling him he had it covered. Crushing his mouth down on Beau’s once again, Ethan positioned himself so that he straddled Beau’s hips. Once he was where he needed to be, he broke the kiss and planted his hands on Beau’s chest.
“Inside me,” Ethan told him, reaching back behind him to help Beau guide his cock right where he wanted him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Beau slid in, the initial pain stealing his breath, but then replaced by nerve-searing friction.
“E,” Beau growled, his hands clasping Ethan’s ankles gently as he thrust his hips up slowly as Ethan lowered himself onto Beau.
“Tell me, baby,” Ethan encouraged. “Tell me how it feels when I ride your cock.”
Beau didn’t tell him like he’d asked, but the look on his face was unmistakable. There was rapture mixed with something much, much deeper. Something Ethan grabbed onto, pulling it deep inside and letting it fill that cold, dark space inside of him. He was pretty sure it was love, and even if Beau never spoke the words, Ethan knew. He felt it, and in all of his life he had never felt something this perfect, this all-consuming.
It still scared him shitless, but he managed to evade the oppressive, frustrating worry. At least for the time being.
Lifting and lowering, Ethan rode Beau’s cock as he watched him, their eyes speaking everything that their mouths couldn’t. “Fuck me, Beau,” Ethan groaned, wanting to watch Beau come.
Placing his hands flat on the mattress beside Beau’s head, Ethan lifted his ass, giving Beau room to thrust up into him, which he did with delicious, forceful strokes. Ramming into him over and over, harder, faster until they were both panting and moaning.