Page 23 of The Holiday Disaster

I picked up my boxers and gathered the rest of the clothes off the floor into a neat pile. We were amassing a decent sized pile of laundry, and a thought popped into my head.

I changed into some fresh clothes, emptied out my backpack, stuffed the dirty clothes inside, and carried it downstairs. The man from last night was still manning the front desk. I explained our situation and asked to borrow their washing machine, to which he kindly said he’d lend it to us for free. He showed me to the laundry room, and I had our load going and was back to our room within minutes.

Ethan looked up from where he was sitting on the bed, appearing lost and hurt. “Where did you go?” he asked, and I hated the fact that I’d made him feel insecure, like the thought of ever leaving him, especially after sharing such an intimate moment, could ever be possible. I mentally kicked myself for not telling him first, and taking his only clothes with me as well.

“I’m sorry, babe. I should have given you a heads up. The owners let me use their washing machine, so I went down to do laundry. I figured since we’d only be here for another day or so, it would be better to save money instead of buying new clothes,” I explained as I sat next to him. I took his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Besides, this way I have an excuse to see you wear more of my clothes.”

“Oh,” was his reply as he lowered his head to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck. He refused to look at me, but I still spotted the small smile that had replaced his earlier frown.

Chuckling, I gave his cheek a peck before walking to my suitcase. I was mostly a boxers kind of guy, but I’d brought one or two briefs with me. I grabbed my black pair and threw them at Ethan.

He picked it up with two fingers, glaring at it like it was shit on the bottom of his shoe. “What’s this for?” He held the briefs as far from his body as he could.

I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous he was being. “Babe, you had my cum on your hands, but wearing my clean underwear is too much?” I asked, shooting him a pointed look.

He grumbled something that I couldn’t hear, but his pout told me he knew I was right. The briefs hung off his hips in such a sexy way that I had to turn away from him before we never left this room.

I pulled out a pair of pants and a sweater to lend to Ethan. He accepted them more willingly than he did my underwear.

Before he could put the clothes on, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him flush against my chest. “I wish I could peel those briefs off and have my way with you again,” I whispered in his ear and pressed my half-hard dick against him so there was no doubt that I wanted him.

He let out a low whine at my words, his head furiously nodding against my chest, but I pulled away before anything could happen. A flash of disappointment crossed his face before softening at my kiss.

“Let me finish what I was saying,” I said when he’d become jelly in my arms. “I’d love nothing more than to go again, but we lack supplies for the things I have planned for you. Do you understand?”

He was still a bit drunk from the kiss, but I could see the moment when the words finally registered. His eyes widened, and his ears were tinged pink as he nodded.

“I want to hear you say it. Is that also what you want?” I placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up so that he couldn’t avoid my gaze.

His lips were still glistening from our kiss, tempting me to lean in for another taste, but I held back, needing to hear his answer first.

His Adam’s apple bobbled a few times as he swallowed, and I was afraid he would tell me no. Finally after what felt like forever, he spoke, “Yes, I’d really like that.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and indulged in my desire for another kiss. “Good,” I whispered against his lips and pulled back before I pushed him onto the bed and said screw it.

“Go rest for a bit. I’ll hop in the shower really quick,” I said before entering the bathroom. I was much in need of a cold shower to cool my heated body and thoughts. I was buzzing with anticipation and happiness that he didn’t reject my suggestion. That meant that he at least liked me enough to let me have his first time, right?

For now, that was enough. The rest could come later.

SIXTEEN

KINGSLEY

“Afternoon, Austin. Glad to see you back on the road again,” I greeted as I got into the taxi after Ethan. It was nice to see a familiar face again.

We took a nap while our clothes went in the dryer, and the B&B helped us call a taxi once we’d put the clean clothes away. Austin twisted to the back seat to give us a smile and nod. “Good to see you two again. I’m guessing the airplane is still being worked on?”

“Unfortunately. Seems we’ll be here for at least another day,” Ethan said, but he didn’t sound too upset by this fact like he’d been when I’d first relayed the news to him.

In fact, he was glowing as he spoke and looking so delectable in the clothes I lent him. I had personally wrapped my red scarf around his neck, and paired with my loose gray sweater and my smallest jeans that he wore with a belt and the pant legs rolled up, I had a hard time letting him leave the room.

“That sucks, but at least you two might catch the party tomorrow night at the main square. The final dance at midnight is very popular with couples. It’ll be a really good time,” Austin said as he pulled out of the B&B and drove onto the main road.

Ethan’s face heated at the couples comment, and he hung his head to watch his thumbs fiddling in his lap. There was a strong urge to tease him about his reaction, but I held myself back with much difficulty. I still didn’t know his thoughts about us outside of this weekend, so I wasn’t going to push him too far.

For now.

“Are you and Jim going to the party?” I asked as I pulled my gaze away from Ethan to look to the front. I needed a distraction from staring at Ethan the entire car ride.

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