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While Ethan scrubbed the grime from his journey from his skin, Joey stripped down to his boxers and grabbed some pyjama bottoms in case Ethan didn’t have anything with him. When Ethan came into the room with a towel around his waist, his hair dripping onto his chest, Joey’s mouth dried.

“Oh, great, thanks,” he said when Joey held out the pyjamas. “I forgot to get my bag from the car.” Ethan dropped the towel and pulled on the pyjamas, then picked up the towel again. “Where do you want this?”

“Just in there will do.” Joey pointed to the washing basket.

Ethan threw it in and climbed into the bed beside Joey. Joey slid down onto his back, and Ethan snuggled into his side. The rest of the tension Joey had been holding released, and he closed his eyes at how perfect Ethan felt in his arms.

“Sleep, Joey. We’ll talk and figure stuff out later.”

Joey pressed his lips to Ethan’s forehead. “Okay. I—” He cleared his throat. “Sleep well.”

That hadn’t been what he was about to say. Could he have fallen in love with Ethan already? How was that possible? Joey kept his eyes closed, and although he was tired, he waited until Ethan had relaxed into sleep before allowing himself to follow. When they woke, they would have plenty to discuss and decide upon, but for the moment, he would content himself by holding Ethan in his arms again.

He wasn’t sure where they would go from there, but Ethan had driven all this way to support him, so he refused to give him less than his undivided attention while they figured themselves out. He wasn’t sure he could find what he had with Ethan anywhere else; therefore, he had to try.

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Chapter 11

Ethan

Ethan woke with the heat of someone at his back, and he smiled. He’d recognise Joey’s soft snores anywhere. It took him a couple of minutes to get his bearings, especially when he opened his eyes and didn’t recognise the bedside table. Then, the memories of that day and the previous night came back to him.

After receiving the message from Joey saying that he always needed him, Ethan had stared at the words for hours, pressing to light his screen every time it went dark. He’d not known what to do. Then something had clicked in his brain, and he’d jumped up, racing around to fill a bag and sending a message to Meredith to apologise for taking off with no notice. Surprisingly, she had replied almost instantly, saying it was okay and to take his time. He’d thrown his bag into the car and set off with barely a thought further than getting to Joey.

When he’d neared London, he’d had second thoughts. Would Joey truly want him there? Ethan had stopped at a service station to fill up the car with petrol and to try to find where Joey lived. He knew the name of Joey’s tattoo shop, which was easy enough to find, but he didn’t know where he lived. If Joey had mentioned it, Ethan couldn’t remember. But he found an obituary about Elliott, which led him to the church and cemetery. It was pure chance he had been there at the right time.

Joey had looked distraught, though with a slight sense of peacefulness, as if he’d realised Elliott was in a good place now. But there were so many questions surrounding Elliott’s decision to end his life. Joey had been left with so much uncertainty, and Ethan wanted to help, but he didn’t know how.

One thing he did know was how to reassure Joey that he wasn’t going anywhere. At least not yet. And despite the act he was about to perform, their relationship wasn’t solely about sex. Or about the Dom/sub lifestyle. It was a way to show each other how they felt without saying the words because Ethan had plenty of feelings bubbling at the surface, and it wouldn’t take long for them to burst free.

Carefully, he extricated himself from Joey’s arms without waking him—a feat in itself, but he assumed Joey was exhausted enough to sleep deeply. Ethan slid down the bed, keeping the covers from being disturbed as much as possible. Despite it being darker beneath the covers, he could still see the intricate black and coloured designs on Joey’s body. The black swirls on his upper thighs appeared to be directing him to where he wanted to be.

He took hold of Joey’s softened cock and licked his lips before sucking at the head and swiping his tongue across the tip. Making sure to get it nice and wet, he sucked more and more into his mouth, wanting Joey deep in his throat before he woke. Joey’s dick responded as expected, growing harder with Ethan’s ministrations. The head peeped out from behind the foreskin, something Ethan loved to watch, and he tasted the precome that was escaping.

Joey breathed a moan, his hips twitching, but he still sounded asleep. Ethan continued, licking stripes up his cock, teasing the nerves and catching more precome. Then he sank down on the shaft, wrapping his hand around the part at the base he couldn’t swallow. Breathing through his nose, he swallowed around the tip, and Joey bucked, his hand coming to rest against Ethan’s head.

“Ethan…” Joey groaned. “Fuck.”

Not being able to see Joey’s expression was torture. He loved watching him, but the sounds he was making were enough to send fire licking through Ethan’s blood. He pushed at Joey’s upper leg, and Joey lifted it to give Ethan more room. Ethan took advantage of that, and with his free hand, he slid his finger back to Joey’s pucker, pressing but not entering. He pulled off, gasping for air as he stroked to keep Joey moving towards his climax. Then he swallowed him down again, massaging more firmly against his entrance. Ethan bobbed his head up and down, Joey using the hand on his head as a guide, and Ethan felt it when Joey hit the edge. His thigh muscles tensed, his grip tightened, and he groaned. Ethan filled his throat with Joey’s cock and swallowed.

“Ethan!” Joey shouted as he fell over the cliff and into his orgasm.

Ethan worked him through his release, stroking, sucking, fingering until Joey collapsed onto his back, his legs sinking to the bed. Ethan pulled off, breathing as heavily as Joey was and climbed up Joey’s body to peek his head out of the top of the covers. Joey’s gaze was already on him as he emerged, and Ethan smiled.

“Hello,” he said.

Joey raised his eyebrows, and Ethan chuckled. “That’s one way to wake up.” Joey’s voice was hoarse. From sleep or his orgasm, Ethan didn’t know, but it didn’t matter either.

“Only the best for you.”

Joey cupped Ethan’s jaw with his hands, brushing his thumbs over his cheeks. “Thank you for being here,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome.”

Joey sighed. “We have things to sort out, don’t we?”

“There’s no rush, Joey. You’ve had a draining day already. We don’t need to do this now.”

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