Double Time
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“What?”
“You heard me.” Apparently he’d had enough of being submissive. Ethan didn’t quite know how to respond.
“I’m sor—”
“Don’t apologize, just do what I say.”
Ethan hesitated a moment longer and then climbed from the bed to go into the connecting bathroom. He disposed of the condom. Washing his still-hard c**k in the sink turned out to be more of an exercise in mast***ation. The man of his fantasies had let him make love to him and Ethan had blown it by letting his temper get the best of him. Fuck!
“Don’t clean it out,” Trey called. “Just clean it off.”
Ethan dried himself with a hand towel and returned to the bedroom to find Trey rubbing his balls and wincing.
“Are you okay?”
“I told you I needed to come, not that I wanted you to try to f**k me to death.”
That feeling of love and connect that had extended between them was gone now. More than anything, Ethan wanted that back. He hadn’t meant to hurt him. He’d just wanted Trey to look at him. He wasn’t even sure why it had been so important to him at the time. Now it just seemed stupid.
“Get over here,” Trey said and patted the bed beside him.
“Aren’t you finished with me?” Ethan asked, feeling strangely uncertain of himself.
“Did you come in the bathroom?”
He shook his head.
“Then I guess I’m not finished with you. We’re going to suck each other off and go to sleep. We’ll need our strength to satisfy Reagan tomorrow. I have the feeling she’s going to be really horny.”
Trey was all business now, but at least he was willing to finish what they started. Ethan would be more careful with him in the future. He didn’t want to ruin this. He wasn’t sure he’d survive making love with Trey and Reagan simultaneously, but he was more than willing to die for their cause. Ethan crawled up on the bed, the thought of Trey’s mouth around his c**k made his balls throb. The first time he had seen Trey suck a red lollipop Ethan thought he would come down his leg, and now… this was no lollipop.
Trey grabbed Ethan around the waist and pulled him down onto the mattress beside him. He grabbed two fistfuls of Ethan’s hair and pinned him with a glare. “I don’t like pain, got it?” he said. “You can pin me down, coerce me, get rough with me, tease me to intolerable limits, but if you intentionally hurt me, I’m through with you.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Trey. I got carried away.” I just wanted you to see me. To know who was making love to you. “It won’t happen again.”
Trey nodded. “Warn me when you’re about to come,” Trey said and turned upside down beside Ethan, facing him.
Ethan gently circled the base of Trey’s long, gorgeous c**k and shifted forward to run his tongue over the enlarged head. He slowly, carefully began to move his hand up and down Trey’s shaft before sucking the tip into his mouth. Trey’s warm tongue flicked over the head of Ethan’s c**k and he tensed. The combined sensation of sucking and being sucked encouraged Ethan to pleasure Trey a bit more aggressively. He wanted it. Trey’s cum. In his mouth. He stroked Trey faster—his hand gliding gently over his smooth skin—sucked Trey harder, but not too hard. No pain, just pleasure. Let go, Trey. Let go.
Ethan’s concentration shattered when Trey’s suction and tempo suddenly increased. Ethan pulled away, his head tilted back. “Oh yes,” he gasped, eyelids fluttering involuntarily. The man’s mouth should win awards.
Trey slapped his ass to help him collect his bliss-scattered thoughts. Ethan took a deep breath and then drew Trey back into his mouth. Stroking faster with his hand. Sucking harder. Stroking faster. Writhing his tongue. Trey’s body tensed and he tried to pull out of Ethan’s mouth, but Ethan kept him trapped inside as that first pulse of cum bathed his tongue. Ethan had never tasted such sweet fluids from a man. He swallowed and sucked gently as a second spurt filled his mouth. More, Trey. Give me more.
Trey gasped brokenly around Ethan’s c**k as a third hard spasm racked his body and delivered exactly what Ethan wanted.
The building pleasure in Ethan’s groin broke unexpectedly and Ethan patted Trey’s hip to warn him. Trey pulled back, still lost in a daze of pleasure, still stroking Ethan’s c**k with one hand. Ethan watched his fluids splatter across Trey’s partially open lips.
Oh f**k, that was hotter than having him swallow it. To see the evidence of his release on his lover’s face and lips. Ethan went limp, his body completely satiated.
“You didn’t have to swallow that,” Trey said breathlessly.
“I wanted it.”
Ethan forced his muscles to work so he could turn around on the bed to face Trey. He cupped his jaw and traced his upper lip with his thumb, collecting his cum, fascinated by the look of it on Trey’s skin.
“I never swallow,” Trey explained.
“That was sexy as hell,” Ethan said.
Trey’s tongue darted out and sampled the fluids on the pad of Ethan’s thumb. “I do lick it a little though.” He grinned crookedly and Ethan’s heart soared. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him. That wasn’t part of the deal, but Ethan was too far gone to care. He wrapped Trey in a solid embrace and kissed him, not sure if it was a good idea to let all the emotion come through as he devoured Trey’s salty, sticky lips. When he drew away, Trey pressed his face into Ethan’s neck and snuggled closer.
“Sleepy,” he murmured, nuzzling closer still.
“Let’s get in the covers,” Ethan suggested. Once he passed out, he wouldn’t be moving for hours.
Trey released his hold on him reluctantly, but moved to the head of the bed and climbed between the covers. Ethan joined him and immediately spooned up against Trey’s back. He tugged him securely against his entire length with an arm around Trey’s waist, and their legs tangled together. Ethan had never been a cuddler, but he wanted to be close to this man. Not just when he f**ked him. All the time. Ethan kissed Trey’s shoulder lovingly and relaxed into his pillow—his nostrils filled with Trey’s scent, his heart filled with Trey’s love. With his passion. His light.
“I thought I was going to have to sleep alone tonight,” Trey murmured. “I’m glad you came over.” He linked his fingers with Ethan’s and sighed with contentment.
“Me too,” Ethan said gruffly. He loved a man who was free with his affection. At least now he did.