Page 175 of Enemy Within
Jack spread his legs and moaned, his fingers running through Ethan’s hair, pulling away when Ethan’s blowjob became too much and his balls rose, tightening. “Not yet,” he breathed. “Want you to fuck me.”
Ethan’s eyes blazed. He backed into the spray, panting as he washed, soaping up and rinsing in record time, while Jack leaned against the tiles and slowly stroked his spit-slick cock.
They stumbled from the shower and ditched the towels, heading, soaking wet, straight for Jack’s bed. Ethan wrapped his arms around Jack from behind, sucking his neck, his collarbone, kissing down the curve of his shoulder. Jack moaned and grabbed at him, rubbing his ass against Ethan’s crotch, over his hard cock, rocking into him.
Growling, Ethan spun Jack, tipping him backward onto the bed before climbing on top of him. Jack fumbled for the bedside table, grabbing one of the three brand new bottles of lube his mom had bought. Cellophane tore and flew through the air. He pumped lube into Ethan’s palm, and then arched back, almost shouting as Ethan pressed deep into him, sliding his lubed fingers inside Jack’s hole.
“Love you so much,” Ethan breathed into Jack’s ear. Water dripped from his nose, from the ends of his hair. He lined up his slicked cock at Jack’s entrance. “Fuck, I love you.”
Ethan pushed inside slowly, and Jack’s body opened beneath him, welcoming his lover, his husband. His thighs spread wide. Ethan’s forehead pressed against his shoulder, his breath scorching over Jack’s neck as Ethan grabbed his hips with both hands.
He loved this, loved every moment of this. Ethan, buried inside him, their bodies so close it felt like the barrier between them collapsed. Like if they pushed just a little bit harder, their souls would merge, become one. He shared his breath with Ethan, rocking against him, rolling into his thrusts, their bodies surging together. Ethan’s lips mapped his skin, the contours of his neck, the pounding of his pulse. His hands slid up Ethan’s spine, his nails digging into the flexing muscles along Ethan’s back. He squeezed his ass and tried to pull Ethan closer. Sweat prickled along his skin, along Ethan’s skin, making their bodies slide.
Ethan grabbed his legs and kissed Jack’s ankles before laying them over his broad shoulders. Both hands gripped Jack’s ass as he drove deep, sliding all the way into his body.
Panting, Jack stroked Ethan where he could, reaching for his chest, his arms, his thighs. He had to touch him, caress him. Hold him and never let go.
And then Ethan surged forward, bending Jack in half as he kissed him, plunging his cock into Jack.
Jack wailed against Ethan’s lips, against his kiss, his spine bowing as pure pleasure shot through his body. Ethan kissed him again, driving his cock in and out of Jack’s hole. He kept his eyes open, staring into Jack’s as they made love, kissing with each deep thrust.
Ethan’s cock sank deep inside Jack, into the center of his soul. Into the center of his heart, and deeper.
He never wanted this to end. In Ethan’s arms, his soul burned, lit on fire, and escaped his body, sliding over his skin until Ethan breathed him in, took him inside of his own body, and their hearts beat as one. He was never more open, never more vulnerable, than he was in Ethan’s arms, and he loved it. Craved it. Needed it. Needed Ethan’s love.
How could he ever live without this?
His orgasm almost took him by surprise, a slow burn that turned to a sparkler, igniting in his veins. Jack’s cock was rock-hard, painfully hard; any harder, and it might burst. He thrashed, bucking beneath Ethan’s hold, his come pulled from the center of his being, so scorching hot he could feel every inch of it leaving his balls and traveling through him until it burst free, wave after wave painting his chest and Ethan’s. He screamed against Ethan’s kiss again, pressing their cheeks, their foreheads together as his fingers dug into Ethan’s straining, flexing muscles.
Ethan gasped, breathed his name, and moaned, sliding his cock as deep as it could go. He stared down at Jack, his eyes seeming to paint every moment of Jack’s bliss into his memory. “Jack,” he whispered, kissing Jack’s eyelids, his cheekbones. His ankles, next to Ethan’s face, and then back to his lips. “I love you.”
MARY AND ANDREW DIDN’T say a word when they finally came down for dinner—late—but Andrew couldn’t smother his grin. And, Ethan couldn’t stop the burn flaring over his cheeks and down his neck, the flush he knew was darkening his skin.
Jack headed for the kitchen table but came up short when he saw it was empty. “Mom? Where are we eating?”
“Outside, honey. Go on out. I’ll be there in a second.”
He took Ethan’s hand and steered him for the back door, for the large porch that overlooked a grassy field and two oak trees. Jack had told him about climbing those oak trees when he was a kid and lying in the hammock strung between them, staring up at the clouds and the stars and making up wild stories about distant lands and adventures he’d have one day.
They stepped onto the porch and froze.
Candles sat in clusters around the porch, casting a golden glow. Lanterns made from mason jars swayed from the overhang. Bunches of tulips and daisies were stuffed in short vases and tied with ribbon, scattered around the porch and between the candles. Soft music played from the stereo, something romantic and gentle. Red rose buds floated in a bowl on a long picnic table, draped in a white tablecloth with crimson petals scattered over the top. Hung between two posts, a sign readJust Married.
Andrew and Mary came out behind them, clapping. “Surprise! We wanted to celebrate your wedding. Have a little home reception for you both.” She winked. “I always knew you were going to be late to your own wedding, Jack.”
Jack seemed caught between laughing and crying and settled for wrapping his mom up in a hug. Andrew joined in, and then pulled Ethan in for the group hug, too.
They ate first, diving into barbecue and homemade coleslaw, mashed potatoes and grilled corn on the cob. Mary brought out a cake, complete with two grooms perched on a heart of icing. Jack laughed, but he pulled Ethan in and posed for a picture, the two of them beaming over the homemade cake.
Andrew gave them each a knife with a wink and a smile and said, “Have at it.”
Ethan fed Jack a slice of cake carefully, turning crimson when Jack started lasciviously sucking the frosting off his fingers. Andrew laughed and looked away as Mary swatted Jack with her napkin, leaning over the table and telling him to behave. Jack dissolved into giggles, and then pulled himself together to feed his own slice to Ethan.
Of course, Jack got goofy with his slice. He missed Ethan’s mouth a few times, smearing frosting on his lips, his chin, and part of his cheek. Mary and Andrew laughed, and then rolled their eyes good-naturedly when Jack insisted on cleaning the mess he made himself. A dozen kisses later, and Ethan was as red as the rose petals. Jack looked very pleased with himself.
Andrew rose and changed the music, putting on a soft love song. “I believe it’s time for your first dance.”
Ethan pulled Jack to his feet and held him close, swaying across the porch as the music played on. He caught the lyrics on the second refrain: a love song sung between men, a man singing to the man he loved. It was a simple thing for Andrew and Mary to do, but it carried a deep message. He smiled at Andrew over Jack’s shoulder.
