Page 17 of Back to You

“Are … are you asking me on a date?”

“Well, yes. If that’s okay.”

“Me? Even after all that?”

Brandon grinned. “Probably because of all that, really. It’s nice to meet someone who’s real, not putting on some facade to seem cool.”

“So you’re saying I’m not cool.”

“Not so far, no. But it’s really cute.”

Ethan laughed at Brandon’s bluntness. “Well that’s honest, and I like to reward honesty.”

“So you’ll have dinner with me?”

Ethan held out his hand. “I’d love to.”

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“Oh man, you were just so flustered. I’ve never seen you like that since.”

“Thank God. I’m surprised the blood pressure spike didn’t give me a stroke.”

Brandon cuddled closer, pulling Ethan to him and tugging the covers up to their chins. It was raining outside, lulling them into a soft, quiet cocoon where they were the only ones who existed.

“How was your week?” Ethan asked quietly. He was afraid of reminding Brandon that he hadn’t seen him awake for the entire week. But he desperately missed hearing Brandon’s tales of the coffee shop craziness, or whatever he watched on TV that week. Hell, he even missed hearing about what Brandon had for lunch. He just missed hearing Brandon talk. It was his favorite sound.

“It was good,” Brandon said, ignoring the elephant in the room for another little while. “Met a chicken.”

Ethan laughed. “Where did you meet a chicken?”

Brandon explained about Kelly Cluckson the chicken and her weird face. He’d since noticed a man, presumably Chicken Grandma’s son, walking the bird around town. It had pigtails last he saw.

Ethan was still laughing at that when he noticed Brandon staring. “Who’s the creeper now?”

“Still you.”

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Ethan felt his cheeks heat. Three years and this man could still make him blush like he had on their first date.

Brandon leaned forward, brushing their lips together softly. Ethan, starved for his touch, quickly deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled lazily as Ethan brought his hands up to frame Brandon’s face.

Ethan slid his hands up and down Brandon’s bare back, and was never so glad that they both slept in just boxers. He loved the feel of Brandon’s warm skin and sexy muscles. He let his hands wander aimlessly all over Brandon’s body, just soaking in the pleasure of touching the man he loved so much.

The two made out leisurely for a while, just taking their time getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies. It had been so long since they’d had time together, and they were each determined to make the most of it.

He felt Brandon’s hands slide down under his shorts to grab hold of his ass, squeezing and pulling the cheeks apart rhythmically. He began a slow rocking against Brandon’s erection, in time with Brandon’s squeezes.

Brandon broke the kiss and slid his mouth down to Ethan’s neck, licking and sucking gently. They were necking like a couple of teenagers, and Ethan was so turned on he could barely think.

He pressed his body even more firmly against Brandon’s, as though he could make them one. One mind, one body, one soul, one heart. His heart and soul belonged to Brandon, and he knew that would never change.

“I love you so much,” Ethan whispered, hands coming up to grip Brandon’s hair.

“I missed you,” Brandon said, sliding down to take one of Ethan’s nipples in his mouth. Ethan had such sensitive nipples that he gasped from the sensation, hands tightening in Brandon’s hair. Hips undulating faster, he threw his head back and groaned. He could come just from nipple play alone, as he and Brandon had learned over the years. Brandon had once suggested he get them pierced, a thought that always filled Ethan with heat. He’d researched getting it done as a present for Brandon, but as with most things in his life, had never found the time.

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