“That’s my dad,” Ethan says, passing me the water. He must have rinsed his face because the fake blood that had dried on his chin earlier is gone.
“You look the double of him.”
“He was a bit taller and stockier than me, but other than that, yep.” I carefully return the photograph to its spot on the side. The next photo is of two boys around age eight.
“Is that you and Jay?”
“Mm,” he grunts. “I mostly lived with my dad until I was like six or so. Then, I had to go live with the pack and only got to visit him during school breaks. Jay was my neighbour. My first real friend, honestly.” Ethan’s voice is laced with a sadness that I wish I could wash away.
I place the photo and bottle of water down and turn to face Ethan, who’s looking up at me with those wide amber eyes of his. The tip of his pink tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, and I reach out to rub my thumb over it.
Palming his cheek in my hand, I lean down and gently kiss his soft lips. He goes pliant immediately, which just seems to do it for me. My cock is already semi-hard in my jeans.
With his lips still fused to mine, Ethan walks us back until we reach the sofa. Nudging me to sit down, he straddles my lap and licks at the seam of my lips.
I welcome him into my mouth; he tastes like the beer we were drinking earlier, with hints of orange that are all him. A groan escapes me as he grinds his hips, pressing his erection into my own, both of us confined to our jeans.
“Is this okay?” he asks, breathlessly.
“More than okay.” I kiss him hard and dig my fingers into his bum, encouraging him to flex his hips, but all it does is serve to make me more frustrated.
“This isn’t working for me,” I say. He misunderstands me and begins to stammer out an apology until I stand up with him in my arms and wrap his legs around my waist.
It’s a short walk to the bed and our mouths are fused the entire time, kissing, licking and biting each other’s lips until they’re red and swollen.
I lay Ethan out on his mattress as he pants heavily.
“Can I?” I ask, reaching for the button on his jeans. He nods quickly and gazes through hooded eyes as my fingers undo the fastening, pull down his zipper and slide them over his hips and off his legs.
He’s wearing a tight pair of blue boxer briefs, and his hard cock is trying to escape them. I thought I’d be more nervous than I am, but my brain is quiet for once. It’s like my instincts have kicked in, and I’m going with what feels good and what will make Ethan feel good. It’s simpler than I’d built it up to be in my mind.
Ethan shuffles further up the bed, and after I’ve shucked off my own jeans and t-shirt, I join him. Lying on my front between his legs, I kiss and bite along the inside of his thigh until I reach his groin. I take a deep inhale, and my cock spurts out pre-cum in response. He smells musky and masculine with that ever-present orange blossom that lingers beneath it all. He smells incredible. Not likemine,but he can be for tonight.
His underwear is in my way, so I tug it off, exposing his dick that’s as perfect and flawless as the rest of him. He’s circumcised, which I probably should have expected since he’s American, but I’m suddenly not totally sure how things work when you don’t have a foreskin.
I figure that I surely can’t go wrong by putting it in my mouth, so I lick a stripe up his shaft before sucking on the tip, and he bucks his hips.
“Shit, sorry,” he says, but I continue undeterred. Taking as much of him into my mouth as I can, I use my hand to stroke the rest of him, letting my spit travel down to make it smoother. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he pants. I arch an eyebrow at him but carry on until he rakes his fingers into my hair and tugs me off him. “Fuck, Sam, I’m gonna come really quick if you keep doing that.”
“I thought that’s what we were working towards?” I reply, my words sounding oddly slurred.
“Is that where you want me to come? In your mouth?” My brain sort of short circuits at that. While I do very much like the thought, a mental image of me on my back with Ethan coming inside me fills my head, and I’m surprised I’m still able to blush with how much blood is currently south.
“No… not in my mouth.”
Ethan reaches a hand down and strokes his cock a few times, not breaking eye contact with me. “Where do you want me to come?”
I gulp, and his gaze flicks to my throat as it bobs. Unable to look him in the eye as I say it, I crawl up his body and hide my face in his neck when I speak. “Inside me?”
Ethan’s hand strokes down my back reassuringly and slips beneath the band of my boxers I still have on. His fingers brush against my crease, and as he gets close to my hole, he whispers, “Here?”
I nod, my face still smushed against his neck and let out a super fucking embarrassing whimper. Ethan pushes my boxers down, exposing me. He presses his index finger to my lips and tells me to suck on it. I swirl my tongue around the digit, coating it in my saliva before he tugs it free and reaches around to my hole again. He doesn’t push inside right away, first rubbing his wet finger over my rim and kissing me at the same time.
“Stop teasing me,” I mumble against his lips, and he laughs.
“These are in the way,” he says, tugging at my boxers. I flop to the side of him to remove them as he leans over me to grab something from his bedside table. He roots around in the drawer for a moment before sitting back with a bottle of lube in his hand. “We’re gonna need this. Get comfy in the middle of the bed,” he instructs. I do as I’m told and stroke myself a few times because my dick physically aches with the need to come.
Ethan grabs a pillow and places it under my hips. I feel exposed, but his pupils are so blown out as he stares at me that it’s hard to feel self-conscious. Getting comfortable between my legs, he takes me by surprise when he sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
