Page 58 of Half Notes and Highlights
“I hate them,” Ethan quickly growled with a hard scowl.
Tyler put down the brushes in his hand and kicked off his sneakers without turning around. Maintaining eye contact with Ethan through the mirror, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and quickly stepped out of them. He watched Ethan closely and enjoyed the way he bit his lower lip when he saw the tiny thong Tyler was wearing. It was bright red and showed off his assets nicely, both in the front and in the back. Slowly, he turned around and watched Ethan’s eyes drop and remain on the front of the thong, which had a bullseye right in the center where it counted.
“Did I ever tell you I was a sharpshooter?” Ethan asked, deathly serious, never lifting his gaze.
Tyler tried to hide his smile and act professionally as he filled a rolling tray with supplies. When he approached Ethan, the man still had his eyes riveted on Tyler’s crotch. “Up here.” Tyler tapped his temple with a makeup brush.
Ethan let out a small laugh. “It’s hard.”
“Mmm.” Tyler shook his head slightly as he inspected the bullseye on his thong. “No. It’s a semi at best.” He placed a hand on Ethan’s arm and looked at him closely. “When it’s hard, you’ll know.”
The smile on Ethan’s face was lecherous as Tyler kneed his way onto the chair and straddled him, who was happy to assist by cradling Tyler’s hips.
Again, Tyler acted like a complete professional, except for the straddling, and studied Ethan’s face. “Have you ever worn makeup?”
“No.”
“Can I put some on you? Just some eyeliner and a little mascara. Your eyes are so intensely black. I think they’d look gorgeous. Plus, you have that dark hair and fair skin. You’re like a male version of Snow White.”
“Snow White had blue eyes.”
Tyler guffawed. “She did not. You need to pay more attention to princesses.”
“There’s only one princess that’s got my attention.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, rock star.” He bopped Ethan on the nose with the soft end of the fluffy brush. “Let’s make you more gorgeous.” He found the black eye pencil and started to stroke it under Ethan’s lash line, but Ethan flinched. “Relax.”
“I thought you were going to poke me in the eye.”
“I’m not poking you in the eye. I’ve been doing this for a very long time, and no one’s lost an eye. Yet.” Tyler smiled. “Just kidding. No one’s losing an eye. Trust me.” Ethan relaxed enough for Tyler to apply the liner and expertly blend it with a smudge brush, without getting maimed. A dash of mascara followed, which proved to be much more difficult since Ethan wouldn’t stop blinking. Finally, it was done, and Tyler leaned back on Ethan’s lap to inspect his work. His heart fluttered at the sight of this gorgeous man, made even more gorgeous, and he let out a breathy sigh at the sultry mystique that projected from Ethan’s dark gaze. “You’re a beautiful man.”
“Can I see?”
“Not yet. I’m almost done.” Tyler selected a compact with sheer face powder from the tray and compared it to Ethan’s complexion. He dabbed a brush in the palette and glided it over Ethan’s cheek with long, delicate strokes. Those cheekbones, which looked as if they were carved by Michelangelo himself, were absolute perfection under the light matt powder.
Normally, clients closed their eyes and drifted off while their makeup was being applied, but Ethan’s gaze remained trained on Tyler. They were so close, only inches apart, and he could feel Ethan’s warm breath blowing onto his lips with each exhalation.
Tyler’s throat went dry, and he swallowed, hard. His heartrate accelerated, and his gaze dropped to Ethan’s plump, pink lips while the makeup brush gently slid down Ethan’s cheek, over his neck, and landed at his collarbone, where it rested. “You’re done,” he whispered.
The palms of Ethan’s hands gripped Tyler’s butt cheeks and tugged him closer so their hard lengths smashed together. “We both know you’re not done here.”
It was the same sentence Ethan uttered in the hotel room the second time they met, when Tyler was making a beeline out of there before something inappropriate happened. How ironic, since somethingveryinappropriate was about to happen.
Ethan’s strong hands pushed and pulled Tyler’s pelvis back and forth, creating an amazing friction. Long, deep breaths left Tyler’s lungs as he braced his hands on the back of the chair and let the sensations overtake him. It was too much and not enough at the same time, so he hopped off the chair.
“Where are you going?”
“Get your pants off, because we’re about to desecrate this lovely chair.”
Ethan was on his feet in an instant and out of his jeans and sneakers. When he reached for Tyler, Tyler held up a bottle of Astroglide and displayed a playful smile. “Why do you have that in your trailer?” Ethan asked, impatience making his voice husky.
“I took it out of my bag before we left the RV.”
Ethan grabbed the lube and flipped open the top. “Get those tiny undies off before I rip them off.”
“Yes, sir.” Tyler stepped out of his panties and crawled onto the salon chair. Kneeling backwards and bracing his forearms on the back of the chair, he looked over his shoulder at Ethan. “How’s this?”
A sexy grunt left Ethan’s lungs as he rushed toward Tyler. With one hand wrapped around Tyler’s waist, the other prepped him with slick, exquisite strokes.
