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They stayed for a couple of hours longer until Ethan yawned. “I’m done for. Gotta get some sleep.”

They bid goodnight to Ethan’s friends and headed out to the car.

“Do you want me to drive?” Joey asked, laughing when Ethan held out the keys without a word. “Will I end up pouring you into bed, too?” His voice tripped on the last word when the double meaning hit him. “I didn’t mean…” He hadn’t meant that, but now that he had the idea in his head, he couldn’t stop it from running circles around his brain.

Ethan snorted. “In the unlikely event that I fall asleep in the car, yes, you will.” He paused while they climbed into the car. “I’ve never been able to sleep in cars. Even as a child.”

Joey started the car and clicked his seatbelt into place. Once he’d pulled out of the car park, he said, “I have no trouble sleeping anywhere if I’m tired enough.” He hesitated. “Under normal circumstances, anyway.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, and the quiet extended the entire trip. Had Joey said something to upset him? If he had, he had no idea what it could be. When the front door closed behind them, Ethan faced him.

“I have no idea what you’re going through, Joey, but if you need anything, let me know.”

Joey needed something, but he couldn’t voice it. It felt like he’d be taking advantage of Ethan’s hospitality and expecting something he had no right to expect. So, he nodded and stared at the man who had helped him with barely any questions asked.

Ethan’s lips curled at one side, and he stepped closer. “Or you could just stare at me like that. I can take a hint.”

His hands touched Joey’s chest, and Joey’s restraint snapped. He banded his arms around Ethan’s back while his mouth attacked. He crushed Ethan to him as he plundered and explored, using all his air supply until he dragged his mouth away to breathe. Ethan’s gasping inhales tugged at Joey’s cock, hardening it even more at the noises he made. He stepped forward, herding Ethan towards the stairs, but once they got there, Joey didn’t make a move to climb them. Instead, he pushed Ethan to sit on a step and towered over him until he leaned back.

“Take my cock out,” he ordered.

Ethan’s hands trailed down his chest to his jeans, unfastened the buttons and dragged the material away from Joey’s body, allowing his cock to strain upwards once free. Ethan wrapped a hand around his length, and Joey hissed but pulled away.

“I didn’t say to touch.” Joey rested his hands on either side of Ethan’s head. “Take your cock out.”

He watched the bob of Ethan’s Adam’s apple as he did what Joey told him. Heat washed over him as the shaft appeared, red and swollen and reaching for Ethan’s stomach. Joey moved one of Ethan’s legs to rest on a step, then repeated it with his other leg, spreading him wide enough for Joey to press between them. And when he did, they both gasped when their cocks slid against each other.

“Hands above your head.” Joey waited until Ethan complied, one of his hands gripping hold of Joey’s wrist still pinned by his head. Then Joey wrapped his free hand around both their shafts and held still. “You want this?” Ethan nodded, and Joey raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, sir.”

“I want to hear everything. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Ethan’s nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated.

Joey stroked from base to tip, and Ethan’s trembling exhale set Joey’s blood on fire. Ethan’s fingernails dug into Joey’s skin, and he enjoyed the bite of pain. He stared into Ethan’s eyes as he tortured them both with his hand. He thrust his hips as well, nudging the head of his cock against the underside of Ethan’s, and the sounds Ethan made were music to his ears.

“God, I’m so close already,” Ethan said, biting his lip, his chest heaving.

“You can come whenever you want to. But I want to hear it all.”

Ethan closed his eyes and moaned, his hips moving in time with Joey’s hands. He studied Ethan’s expressions and body language, noting everything. What made him moan. What made him gasp. What had him trembling so forcefully that he couldn’t help but grip Joey’s arm harder. By the time Joey’s release sparked down his spine towards his cock, Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his teeth latched onto his wrist as his dick spurted over Joey’s hand. The sights, sounds and feel of it sent Joey following, and afterwards, he rested his knees on the step between Ethan’s thighs, lowering his head to Ethan’s shoulder.

“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry!” Ethan said, and Joey lifted his head, frowning.

“Why?”

Ethan stared at Joey’s wrist, and Joey followed his gaze and then grinned. He had a perfect set of teeth marks around his wrist and no broken skin, but the indents were complete.

“I didn’t mean to!”

Joey lifted his come-covered hand and turned Ethan’s face to his. “It’s fine, but as penance…” He held up his hand to Ethan’s mouth, and Ethan’s eyes darkened again before he licked Joey’s hand clean, a hum leaving him as he did.

When he was clean, he lifted off Ethan and held out a hand. Ethan winced when he moved.

“Are you okay?” Joey asked.

“Yeah. Maybe no sex on the stairs anymore.” Ethan gasped when Joey spun him around and lifted the back of his shirt.

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