Page 19 of Back to You

“At least you admit it.”

Ethan crossed the room as directed and busied himself cutting up fruit. He was finding it somewhat difficult to find things to talk about when they both knew they had one big thing to talk about, and were both trying not to bring it up.

“How was Marcus’s show?”

“It was pretty good — they played a new song Marcus wrote, so that was cool. Oh, the other day Riley ran up to Marcus at the shop and said ‘Mama said you’re a rockstar and that rockstars get a lot of ass. What does that mean?’ And poor Marcus is just standing there like ‘Your mom said that to you?!’ And Riley says, ‘No, I heard her talking to Uncle B. What does it mean?’ I thought Marcus was going to die, just lay down on the ground right in the middle of the cafe and die.”

Ethan snort-laughed. “What did he say?”

“I found something shiny to distract her with, and warned Michelle she was asking. Then I added some whisky to Marcus’s coffee. It’s been two weeks, he might actually have calmed down about that by now.”

“Poor bastard. Can you imagine how many times Riley busts out ‘My mama said’ at school? It doesn’t help that she hears everything.”

They continued to chat about family and friends as they ate their food, stuffing themselves with French toast, fruit, eggs and bacon. Ethan couldn’t help but feel a pain at all he’d missed with those he loved. It’ll be worth it in the end, he consoled himself.

After they finished cleaning up from breakfast, they adjourned to the couch to watch one of the many TV shows Ethan had been missing out on lately. Well, they intended to watch it.

Brandon flopped down on the couch and pulled Ethan down to drape across him like a blanket. “What do you want to watch?”

“How about that show you were telling me about with the funny aliens?”

“Cool, I’m up for a rewatch.”

They really did start out with good intentions.

Ethan shifted a bit so he wasn’t crushing Brandon, and laid his head on that broad chest, feeling the contentment spread through his entire body. Brandon made the best pillow. He felt himself drifting off just a bit, and allowed himself to relax completely into the warmth and comfort of the solid body next to him. Lying with Brandon was everything good in the world. It meant happiness and safety and humor and life. A life of soft whispers in bed, and laughing together over silly little things, and heated gazes across a crowded room. He’d never in his life felt the safety he’d been given because Brandon loved him.

He felt Brandon’s warm hand stroke lazily up and down his back. “You going to fall asleep?” Brandon said.

“Mmm, maybe. You’re so warm and comfortable.”

“Happy to be of service.”

“Good boyfriend, good,” Ethan said, giving Brandon a pat.

He felt a chuckle rumble through the chest beneath his cheek. “I’ll be your pillow anytime, baby.”

Ugh, this man. How was he so perfect? Even his grumpy attitude and resting “fuck this” face were endearing at this point. Ethan had it bad, and was totally okay with it.

They continued half watching the show, half dozing, time continuing to flow unnoticed around them. Eventually, Ethan came out of a doze, pressing a kiss to Brandon’s chest and stroking over the hard muscles of his arm. No matter how long it had been, Ethan still perved on Brandon’s arms as often as he could. So strong and safe.

Ethan let his hand wander gently over the sexy body next to him. Wide shoulders leading into those muscular arms. Broad chest, flat stomach. He dipped his fingers slightly under the waistband of Brandon’s pajamas, just running them across the planes of his abs. Across and back, over and over. He saw Brandon’s cock plumping and rising under the pants, as he’d eschewed underwear after their shower.

Brandon’s hips canted slightly upwards, and Ethan slid his hand into his pants to grasp his hard cock.

“Ethan,” Brandon whispered, thrusting a bit into his hand.

“What do you want, love?”

“Your mouth,” Brandon groaned.

Ethan slid down the couch, tugging Brandon’s pants down and watching as his hard cock bounced up to slap against his stomach. His mouth watered as he caught it in his grasp, squeezing gently and giving it a tug. He loved giving head, especially to Brandon.

He took the head gently in his mouth, getting it nice and wet before sucking strongly. Brandon bowed up off the couch with a moan. “Jesus, baby, your mouth. I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” Ethan whispered before falling back to the task at hand. He laved his tongue up and down both sides before taking as much of Brandon into his mouth as possible. Let it not be said that Brandon wasn’t well endowed.

He continued sucking while pushing his mouth up and down Brandon’s rock-hard cock, saliva soaking down to his balls. Ethan paused a moment to give them some love, taking one then the other into his mouth. He went back to work on Brandon’s cock, his own hard enough to pound nails.

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