Ethan (Alluring Indulgence) (16 page)

“Ok,
now move forward again.”

Beau
laughed but did as he was told.

Tenacious
fingers were suddenly in his wet hair, kneading his scalp in the most sensual
way. He clamped his mouth closed to keep from groaning out in ecstasy. Several
minutes later, Ethan was pulling him back under the water, the soap rinsing out
of his hair and down his body. Once the suds all seemed to have washed away, Ethan
was pressed up against him again, this time his mouth was on the back of his
neck and instinctively, Beau reached around behind him and clasped onto Ethan’s
firm thigh to steady himself.

That
simple touch, Ethan’s lips against his neck, had his body forgetting all about
the sheer exhaustion from earlier and instantly hoping for a replay. His
muscles were no longer tired; the nerve endings were sparking like they were
gearing up for a marathon.

With
his other hand, Beau reached behind him and gripped the back of Ethan’s head,
holding him closer, never wanting him to stop. Ethan’s hands slid around his
body, his palms caressing his chest slowly.

“I
figured for sure you’d be sore,” Ethan said softly, his mouth close to Beau’s
ear.

“You’d
think,” he said, unable to find words. Truthfully, his ass was a little sore,
but not in a bad way. It was a constant reminder of the most incredible
experience of his entire life.

Twisting
in the circle of Ethan’s arms, Beau turned to face him, cupping Ethan’s face
with his hands and leaning in to kiss him. What he expected to be laced with
the ferocity of their renewed need turned out to be gentle and tender and…
oh,
God
. Beau pushed Ethan up against the tile wall and crushed his body
against his.

Ethan’s
fingers were digging deep into the muscles of his back.

When
they had to finally come up for air, Beau took a step back and smiled at Ethan.
“Turn around.”

A
knowing smirk was the last thing he saw on Ethan’s face before he turned instantly
to face the wall. Grabbing the same bottle Ethan had used earlier, Beau filled
his palm with shampoo and proceeded to wash Ethan’s hair, paying particular
attention to his scalp the same way Ethan had him. Not content with stopping
there, Beau grabbed the bar of soap that was sitting in the soap dish and
inserted it between his hand and Ethan’s skin. From there, he worked the bar
into a lather over his skin, paying close attention to every angle and crevice.

As
he went, Beau studied the tattoo across Ethan’s back. He could easily read the
words now, and he recognized them as a Shakespeare quote:
This above all: to
thine ownself be true
. Beau was tempted to question Ethan about it, but
decided against it for the time being. He had a feeling there was a deeper
story associated with the selection, and he certainly wanted to understand what
it was, but he also knew there was a time and place for everything. 

Returning
his attention to ensuring Ethan was squeaky clean, Beau moved the soap over his
chest. When he worked his way down over Ethan’s stomach and lower, he was
pleasantly surprised to notice Ethan’s cock was hard. “That feel good?” he
whispered against Ethan’s ear, inhaling the musky scent of Ethan’s skin.

Without
a response, Ethan’s head fell back, his cheek brushing against Beau’s as he
held him there, allowing him to get closer. Still rubbing the bar of soap
against Ethan’s cock, Beau used his other hand to grip Ethan’s chin, turning
his head so he could easily access his mouth. Before he knew it, they were
chest to chest once again, their mouths fused together as another explosive
kiss detonated upon impact.

Beau
had never known a kiss like Ethan’s. Nothing compared to this.

“We
need to finish up here,” Ethan said when they broke apart a short while later.

“Worried
we’ll run out of hot water?” Beau teased.

“No,
I’m worried I’ll have you bent over in this shower.”

Beau
didn’t see an issue with that scenario. In fact, a mental image sprang to mind,
and he gripped the length of his cock.

Ethan
retrieved the bar of soap from Beau’s hand and finished washing his own body
and then took it upon himself to do the same to Beau. By the time he was clean,
his legs were ready to give out, and his cock was a steel rod standing tall and
proud between them.

After
the water was shut off, Ethan grabbed two towels from a cabinet on the wall
just outside of the shower and tossed one over to Beau. With brisk movements,
he managed to dry himself in record time and was following Ethan back into the
bedroom.

“Are
you hungry?” Ethan asked, stopping halfway across the room.

“As
a matter of fact…” Beau answered, and then all but tackled Ethan to the bed.

In
a heap of arms and legs, Beau sought Ethan’s kiss, unable to get enough of the
man as they lay skin to skin, this time Beau coming down over Ethan.

At
this rate, Beau wasn’t sure they’d ever make it anywhere outside of Ethan’s
bedroom.

And
he damn sure wasn’t complaining.

♂♂

Ethan
didn’t know whether it was the shower, Beau’s skilled ministrations, or just
the fact that he was eager to slide his cock into Beau’s ass again, but he was
ready to go again.

Now.

And
there was an aggressive undertone to his need at this point.

With
Beau’s weight pushing him into the mattress, Ethan took his kiss, his hands
seeking the taut plains of Beau’s back, the firm curves of his ass. He needed
more. A lot more.

He
needed total submission.

Breaking
the kiss, Ethan slid his finger into Beau’s mouth as he stared intently into
his eyes. “Suck it.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand and the need was building
faster, stronger.

Beau
sucked his finger forcefully into his mouth, his lids lowering as his tongue
curled around it. Ethan indulged only seconds before he pulled his finger from
between Beau’s lips and then adjusted so that he could reach around between
Beau’s firm ass cheeks, sliding the slippery digit inside.

“Fuck
yes,” Beau moaned.

“Like
that? Like when I shove my finger in your ass?”

Ethan
had no idea what was spurring the aggressive hunger, but he had the sudden urge
to take Beau like an animal. Could’ve been because he’d exhausted his emotions
earlier and the only thing left was a driving hunger.

Whatever
it was, he couldn’t hold back.

Beau
didn’t answer, but his growl of pleasure spurred Ethan on. Using his lower
body, Ethan pushed Beau off of him, dislodging his finger from Beau’s ass as he
went to retrieve another condom and the lube.

“On
your hands and knees,” Ethan demanded and he divided his attention between
rolling the latex over his throbbing dick and watching Beau climb on all fours.

“Fucking
hot,” he mumbled. After lathering his dick with lube, Ethan climbed on the bed
behind Beau, his cock in his hand as he prodded Beau’s asshole.

“I’m
not going to be gentle this time,” Ethan growled.

“Don’t
want gentle,” Beau answered, thrusting his hips back and practically impaling
himself on Ethan’s dick.

“Awww,
God,” Ethan groaned as the blistering heat of Beau’s ass engulfed him. “So
fucking tight.”

Another
ravenous growl erupted from Beau as he shoved back against him. Ethan tried to
grip his hips, but at the moment, he was no match for Beau’s unbridled
strength.

“Fuck
me,” Beau groaned. “Hard and deep.”

Gripping
Beau’s hips, Ethan slammed into him, halting his movements when he was lodged
to the hilt. “Like that?”

“Harder.”

Ethan
retreated slowly and slammed home again.

“Fuck
yes.” Beau was trying to force himself onto Ethan’s cock, but Ethan refused to
let him control this one. He felt as though he was going to fly apart, his need
to dominate overwhelming him.

Ethan
placed his hand in the center of Beau’s back and forced his chest down to the
mattress. “Don’t move,” he demanded.

Once
again gripping Beau’s hips, Ethan began pounding inside of him, hard and fast,
never relenting as he sought the climax that was just out of reach. The heat of
Beau’s ass, the tight pinch of his muscles as he clamped down on his dick were
a pleasure Ethan wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of.

“So
damn good,” he moaned, sweat forming on his brow as he slammed into Beau
repeatedly, over and over. Fast. Hard.

Ahhh,
fuck.

With
his orgasm looming in the distance, Ethan leaned forward, sliding his hand into
Beau’s hair and pulling his head back, holding him firmly. “Tell me how it
feels,” he ordered Beau.

“Fucking
good,” Beau groaned through clenched teeth. “Better than anything.”

So
obviously Beau liked it a little rough. Not that Ethan would’ve known that from
their earlier encounter. Part of him had needed to know that. To know that he
wasn’t going to break because with Beau, he felt as though he were going to
shatter.

But
this he understood. Down and dirty. Fucking.

“Oh,
fuck, Beau,” Ethan ground out when that telltale tingle started in the base of
his spine. Tightening his grip on Beau’s hair, he pulled hard. “You’re gonna
make me come.”

“Come
for me, E. Fuck me till you come.”

Ethan
did as Beau requested, pounding hard, his hips slamming against Beau, his cock
lodging deeper. The bed shaking from the intensity of his thrusting. Had he not
been so immersed in the sensation, he might’ve worried that the bed was going to
come apart.

“Fuck
yes!” Beau growled. “Coming!”

And
with that, Ethan followed him right over.

When
Ethan awoke a short time later, his bedroom was dark except for the dim yellow
light sweeping out from the open bathroom door. Glancing over, he noticed Beau
still sleeping soundly beside him. He had to lean up to look over Beau’s
massive form just to see the clock on the nightstand.

Eight
forty-five.

At
night.

Ethan
couldn’t believe they’d been asleep for four hours.

Then
again, after that last round, he kinda could.

The
intensity of their kiss had morphed into a conflagration that had consumed them
both as soon as their bodies hit the bed.

And
it had been phenomenal. Something Ethan intended to repeat in the very near
future.

But
shortly thereafter, as soon as Ethan managed to dispose of the condom, they’d
both fallen asleep holding one another, unable to conjure up enough energy to
make it downstairs for food although they’d certainly worked up an appetite.

Figuring
Beau would likely be hungry when he woke up, Ethan slipped out of the bed,
grabbed a pair of shorts from one of the drawers in his dresser and made his
way downstairs, flipping on lights as he went.

He
didn’t waste time getting to work in the kitchen, one of his favorite things to
do. Especially when he was at home. Not many people knew of his passion for
cooking, nor did he usually cook for just anyone other than himself. But
suddenly he had an overwhelming urge to cook for Beau.

Strange
that.

Although
it was nine o’clock at night and not in the morning, Ethan retrieved all of the
ingredients necessary to make homemade southern biscuits and went to work
mixing everything together. Once they were cut and sitting on the pan, he
shoved the pan in the pre-heated oven and then went to work on the eggs, bacon
and sausage. Keeping in mind that he wasn’t cooking for one, he tripled his
normal ingredients and got to work.

He
had just retrieved the pan of biscuits from the oven and was relocating them to
a plate when he heard Beau’s footsteps on the stairs. He tried not to appear
nervous when the big man loomed in the doorway, wearing nothing but his jeans
and a smile.

Lord
have mercy the guy was stunning.

Smiling
smoothly, he didn’t look up when he said, “Sleep well?”

“You
should’ve woke me up.”

“I
was planning to. When everything was ready.” Nodding toward one of the bar
stools, he motioned for Beau to have a seat as he slid one of the sausage and
cheese omelets onto a plate, adding some sliced strawberries and a handful of
blueberries to the plate. He tossed two biscuits and several slices of bacon on
one of the plates and pushed it over to Beau.

“I
hope you like breakfast for dinner.”

“I
like breakfast anytime,” Beau reassured him, his smile large and genuine.

“Good.
We’re gonna get along just fine,” Ethan blurted before realizing exactly what
he’d said. Turning away briskly, he went to work preparing a second plate
before joining Beau at the bar.

“This
is delicious,” Beau said quietly when he began eating. Ethan hadn’t realized
Beau had been waiting for him, but he was flattered. Having spent almost a year
with Blake, Ethan had come to expect remarkably little respect and the fact
that Beau hadn’t consumed all of his food before Ethan even sat down was
strangely satisfying.

It
didn’t take either of them long to scarf down everything on their plates,
including two large glasses of orange juice. When Ethan moved to do the dishes,
Beau came up from behind and wrapped his arms around him.

“You
cooked. I’ll clean.”

“My
house, I’ll clean,” Ethan argued, but didn’t try to pull away.

“Don’t
make me take you to the floor, Walker,” Beau growled in his ear, sending sparks
of awareness shooting over every inch of his skin.

He
wanted to challenge Beau to do just that but thought better of it. Instead, he
pulled away and put his plate in the sink before making his way back to the
refrigerator for more juice. When he returned, he hefted himself up on the
counter close to where Beau was working at the sink and watched him.

Ethan
sensed Beau was thinking about something. Part of him wanted to pry and ask him
to spill it. The other part wanted to let it be. They’d already achieved plenty
of milestones for one day, spilling their guts to one another probably wasn’t
in his best interest.

Especially
when he was worried he’d ask Beau to stay the night if he started talking. He
didn’t have overnight visitors at his house. Ever. Not even Blake had spent a
single night at his house. It wasn’t the way Ethan worked. Casual. Simple. No
strings. That was the only way to proceed as far as Ethan was concerned.

Well,
until Beau had waltzed into his life and put his brain on the fritz.  

He
had a feeling with Beau, asking him to stay would result in just the opposite of
what he hoped for. He’d probably be begging the man to stay, and Beau would
insist on leaving. That’s the way things worked. If Ethan wanted something,
which was very, very rare, it always seemed unattainable.

And
Ethan had no intention of getting himself into a position that would require
him to beg.

He
tried not to stare at Beau as he worked, but that proved to be reasonably
difficult. When Beau moved, he was a work of art. All hard muscle and sleek
lines. His biceps and triceps flexed and bunched with little effort while his
lean, flat stomach muscles rippled smoothly.

“Keep
looking at me like that and I’m going to have you for dessert,” Beau grumbled,
his sexy, deep baritone causing goose bumps to rise on his skin.

Instead
of responding, Ethan grinned. Why was it that their interactions seemed
effortless, almost like they were used to being around one another for lengthy
periods of time, doing mundane household chores. It was a new one for Ethan. So
much so that he worried what he was getting himself into.

He
preferred the aloof, don’t-give-a-shit attitude he’d cloaked himself in over
the years. But for some reason, with Beau, it wasn’t that easy to keep his
guard up. Not that opening himself up was a good thing because Ethan knew
better. If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall for this man and then where would he
be?

He’d
be smart to remember that he couldn’t have a normal relationship with a man.
Especially not this man. Considering he knew how much they’d have to hide from
the world, Ethan didn’t want to drag Beau along for that hell ride. It was hard
enough having casual relationships much less one that might involve something
far deeper.

Shaking
off his train of thought, Ethan jumped down from the counter and decided to get
some fresh air. Didn’t matter that the temperature was probably close to
freezing at this point. His body was hot enough as it was, a little cool night
air would likely do him a world of good.

♂♂

Beau
glanced behind him, watching Ethan as he disappeared out of the kitchen. He
continued to finish up their breakfast dishes, rinsing and putting them in the dishwasher.
Once that chore was completed, he added dishwashing soap, which he found in the
cabinet under the sink, and then flipped the machine on.

With
his goal accomplished, he glanced around the kitchen to make sure he hadn’t
missed anything and then went in search of Ethan. He had heard a door open and
close near the back of the house, so that’s where he started. He found Ethan
standing on the back porch, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his hair
blowing in the breeze. Not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, Beau chose to
watch him for a minute.

It
took only a second for Beau to get lost in a fantasy that the two of them were
together like this, living as a couple, sharing their lives with one another.
It seemed too perfect, almost unattainable.

And
had he given it any thought before today, he would’ve considered it an
impossibility. However, he got the sense that Ethan had let down his guard with
him. Whether he meant to or not, Beau knew what was happening between them
wasn’t the normal, everyday casual sex.

He’d
seen the look in Ethan’s eyes when they’d made love earlier. Even the second
time, when they were nothing more than two bodies vying to get closer, Beau had
felt that connection with him, even if he knew at the time that Ethan was trying
to insert that distance he was seemingly fond of. Up until that point, he’d
suspected Ethan had dropped his guard, letting Beau see him without all that
protective armor.