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Chapter 20

Joey

Waiting for Ethan to arrive home—and it would be his home from the moment he turned up—was pure torture for Joey. He’d been without him for two days already, and it was too much. He was sure, over the years to come, the need to be with him would wane slightly, but for the moment, he needed Ethan as much as he needed to breathe.

When his car pulled into the car park, Joey jumped up from his perch on the outer stairs and jogged down the rest of them and over to Ethan, opening his door before he’d even put the handbrake on. He leaned down and pressed his lips to his boyfriend’s, reacquainting himself with the taste he’d been sure he’d forgotten.

He hadn’t.

Finally letting Ethan up for air, Joey pulled back. Ethan exhaled with a lopsided grin. “Hello to you, too.” He climbed out and stretched his arms to the sky. Joey heard several cracks in his joints and winced.

“That is a long drive,” he said.

Ethan nodded. “But I’m back now.” He slid his arms around Joey’s back. “The stuff can wait until later. Take me to bed.” He lifted his head.

Joey took his mouth again, pushing him back against the car while he ravaged him. Ethan thrust his hips, their groins grinding together, and they moaned. Joey tore his mouth away.

“Upstairs. Bed. Now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Ethan slammed his car door shut, locked it and ran for the stairs. Joey took a more leisurely stroll, wanting Ethan to be waiting for him when he got there. He readjusted his groin and climbed the steps. A prickle of awareness lifted the hairs on the back of his neck, and he paused, studying his surroundings. No one was in the car park. He couldn’t see anyone at the windows overlooking the area. But still, that feeling of someone watching him was there. He took one last look and then climbed the rest of the way and locked the door behind him. Pushing the feeling aside, he headed for the bedroom, and just as he’d hoped, Ethan was lying naked on the bed.

Joey leaned against the doorframe and looked his fill. The muscular, tanned body waiting for him to explore. The squirming as Ethan tried to keep still under his perusal. The cock already pointing towards his stomach. A smile crept across Joey’s face. Two days was far too long.

He stepped closer, his fingers going to the hem of his T-shirt and yanking it over his head. As much as he wanted to explore the splayed body, he needed to feel Ethan around him. Submitting to him. His.

By the time he reached the bed, he was naked, but he stopped beside it, staring down at him. Ethan’s breathing increased, and precome leaked onto his stomach. Joey crawled onto the bed and over Ethan, bracing himself on his hands before lowering himself on top of him. His restraint gone, he took Ethan’s mouth, licking into the cavern. He ground his cock against Ethan’s, and Ethan wrapped his legs around him, levering himself up in time with Joey’s moves.

“I missed you like mad,” he whispered when he briefly pulled back. Then he kissed down Ethan’s neck and chest, circling his tongue around his nipple and sucking hard, soothing it again with his tongue.

Their hips thrust in rhythm, the heads nudging each other and taking them closer to their destination.

“Fuck, Joey. I want you.”

“I’ve got you.” Joey pushed Ethan’s arm away and above his head. “Stay,” he ordered.

Ethan’s breath hitched. “Yes, Sir.”

Joey kissed and licked every part of Ethan’s body as if he was checking he was all in one piece and then lifted his ass, bending him in half while he attacked his hole. Sucking, licking, helping to prepare him for the invasion that was quickly coming.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. That feels so good.”

Joey lost himself in the preparation, needing to make Ethan feel as good as he could before the slight bite of pain that always accompanied his entry. He lay Ethan back down and reached for the lube. Slicking Ethan with his fingers and then his own cock, he laid back between Ethan’s legs and held his cock at his hole. Ethan canted his hips, and the head nudged against the pucker, earning a gasp from them both.

He pushed forward, and Ethan froze, his mouth dropping open as Joey worked his way inside. Ethan’s hands clenched above his head, and Joey’s pride burst forward at him, still listening to his orders even when his body was losing control.

Joey pressed inside, bit by bit, making sure to rub across his prostate as much as he could. Ethan lifted his legs again, crossing his ankles at Joey’s lower back, and Joey slid his arms around him, encouraging him to do the same. Wrapped around each other as they were, Joey couldn’t thrust as hard as he wanted, but by canting his hips back and forth, he was able to stroke inside Ethan in short bursts. The fire flamed between them.

“Yes, oh, please, Sir.”

Joey kept it up until Ethan was babbling, and then he lifted to his knees. He pushed Ethan’s legs back, bending him in half, and slammed his hips forward.

“Ah!” Ethan screamed, gripping the headboard.

Joey kept up a hard rhythm, not changing position or speed, just staying true to his course. The one thing he did add was a smack on either ass cheek. Then he rested his hand on Ethan’s lower stomach. What would it be like to feel his cock from the outside? His breath hitched. The idea of seeing and feeling his dick while it was inside Ethan was a heady thought.

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