Page 2 of Joey

Ethan got into his car and waited for Joey to climb into the monstrosity that was his own. When Joey flashed his lights, Ethan pulled out and headed for home. What had made the wave of sadness flow over Joey’s face earlier? He’d love to know, but it also wasn’t his place to ask. He was a one-night wonder in this guy’s bleak life, and he would do whatever he could to make sure Joey had an enjoyable night. It didn’t hurt that Ethan would enjoy it, too. He wanted as much fun in his life as he could cram into it because he wasn’t leaving this world until he couldn’t fit any more in. The world could be a dark and poisonous place, but Ethan refused to cower in it. He could shine bright enough for two people—and tonight, he would.

He parked in front of his house, and Joey pulled up on the road a few doors down. Ethan waited until Joey joined him before unlocking the door and entering.

“Welcome to my humble abode. It’s not much, but it’s mine, which makes it a palace.” He set the keys on the hook behind the door.

“It’s nice.”

“It’s usually bigger, but with two giants in here instead of one, it’s shrunk.” Ethan bit his lip to see if Joey would crack a smile, and Joey rewarded him with a flash of teeth behind the beard. “Would you like a drink?”

“I’m good.” Joey’s gaze pierced him, and Ethan stepped closer, sliding his hands up Joey’s chest to rest on his shoulders.

“You’re sure about this?” he murmured.

In answer, Joey lowered his head and joined their mouths. The scratchiness of his beard was a welcome feeling against his face, but he distractedly hoped his slightly longer-than-usual stubble was enough to reduce the chance of beard burn. If not, he’d have to moisturise the hell out of his skin… His thoughts derailed when Joey’s tongue flicked against his lips, requesting entry, and Ethan’s focus narrowed on where they touched.

Joey slid his arms around his waist, holding him tightly but with a tremble. Was it need or something else? Ethan slipped his hands around Joey’s neck and deepened the kiss, wanting him to forget whatever troubled him. Their groins rubbed together, and Ethan moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel and wanting more.

He broke away from the kiss and stepped backwards, not letting go of Joey, which meant he had to move with him. Luckily, he knew the layout of his house, and he got them to the stairs, where he had no choice but to pull away.

“The stairs are a bugger. They’re far too steep,” he explained while panting. He climbed the steps as quickly as he could and turned right into the main bedroom. He spun and grabbed Joey as soon as he closed the door behind him.

Their mouths clashed, and they tore at each other’s clothes. He needed to feel the warmth of Joey’s skin against his own. When they were down to their briefs, Ethan pulled his mouth free, though Joey suckled on his skin.

“How do you like it?”

Joey licked over the area and lifted his head. “I prefer to top, if that’s okay?”

“I love to bottom.” He grinned, his eyes locking onto the canvas of tattooed art in front of him. “Are you into anything else?” He glanced up when there was no answer.

Joey studied him for a long moment before nodding slightly. “I’m a Dom.”

Ethan groaned and dropped his head back. “I hoped you were. Thank fuck.”

“Safe word?” Joey asked, scraping his teeth against his jaw.

“Coconut.”

“Hard limits?”

Ethan blinked, trying to concentrate. “Whipping, fisting. Anything else is fair game. You?”

“No ropes.”

“Don’t have any.” Ethan gasped when Joey latched on to his nipple.

Ethan’s cock was so hard he was sure he’d blow at the first touch, but he couldn’t help grinding against Joey’s hardness. Joey grasped his thighs and lifted him—which was quite a feat and showed how much he worked out—before depositing him on the bed and crawling over him again. Their mouths met as their bodies thrust, reaching for the ultimate goal. Joey slid his thumbs into Ethan’s briefs and slid them over his dick and down his legs, repeating the action with his own. When he lowered himself back over Ethan, he gripped Ethan’s wrists and held them over his head while their cocks slid and dripped and rubbed against each other.

“Fuck!” Ethan moaned. “Please! Inside me!”

Joey lifted Ethan’s leg around his back, and Ethan whimpered when he settled a smack against his ass. “Pardon?”

Ethan opened his mouth, then hesitated when he met Joey’s gaze. “Please, sir!”

“Much better.” Joey dropped a kiss on his lips. “Condom? Lube?”

Ethan glanced at his bedside table. “Top drawer.”

Joey’s grip tightened on his wrists. “Stay.”

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