Page 21 of Loud Places

Ethan wasn’t upset with Avery. It was himself that he was angry with. Why he’d felt the sudden urge to share that part of himself with Avery when he’d never even voiced it to his own parents or Matty, he couldn’t explain. He should’ve buried that childish and unrealistic dream a long time ago. He needed to let it go. It would only bring him misery in the long run that he kept thinking about what his life could be like if he went to school and became a teacher. The sooner he put the last nail in that coffin, the better.

“It’s okay,” Ethan mumbled as he turned around. “I’m not mad atyou, Avery. It’s my own damn fault for mentioning it. But can we just let it go?”

He pinned Avery’s chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted his face. Avery’s blue eyes were dark and alluring in the dim streetlight seeping through the window of the small motel room. Avery nodded his head slowly, a deep sigh slipping from his sensual lips. Pouty lips that were just begging to be bruised with kisses or stretched widely around Ethan’s cock.

He suddenly felt bold. Avery was stunning as he stood there in front of him, the evening shadows hitting his beautiful face from different angles, revealing lines and contours that Ethan hadn’t noticed previously. Avery stood out like a stunning being outside of any place and time, his features nearly feline in the sparse light. A sharp contrast to the sad, bland colors of the run-down motel room and the poorly hidden smell of chlorine and cigarettes. The dismal decay of the seventies’ décor blurred into the background, leaving only Avery in the light. He was the embodiment of everything Ethan found desirable, molded into one perfect form. Ethan had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Avery in that moment.

He wasn’t overly experienced, but he had a pretty good idea of what went where and what he needed from a guy. Ethan knew from the hurried encounters in the high school locker room with Jimmy Harrow that he liked to be in charge. Sure, he hadn’t shied away from having a finger or two up his own ass if Jimmy used enough spit, but Ethan still needed to have a firm hold around Jimmy’s neck while he’d fucked Ethan’s hole with his slick fingers. Not firm enough to leave marks but still bruising enough to make Jimmy gasp for air from time to time. That had been his second favorite sound in the world back in high school. Jimmy gasping for his next breath. His favorite was the choking noises he made when he was gagging on Ethan’s erect cock, slurping down his cum eagerly, tears trailing down his pretty cheeks.

Ethan preferred his guys on the larger side. A guy he could manhandle a bit. Who wouldn’t mind being slammed roughly against a locker or grabbed by the hair. A lover he could whisper filthy promises to likeyou feel my cock, bitch?Orshut up and put your mouth on me.Ethan loved nothing better than to bury his cock deep in the throat of a muscular dude. It made him feel powerful. In charge. Like there was one aspect of his life where he was the one making the rules. The only reprieve Ethan got from the nagging thoughts in his head was when he dumped his load into the wet heat of a ready mouth and screamed out all his frustrations about a future in fucking Eden, Texas.

He leaned in and whispered against Avery’s velvety skin,

“Kiss me.”

Compliant, Avery closed the miniscule space between them and ghosted his lips across Ethan’s. The action was controlled and featherlight almost as if Avery wasn’t sure that he’d heard Ethan correctly. Sucking in a breath, he pressed his lips against Ethan’s again, this time more firmly. The pressure of Avery’s moist lips against his own ignited something within Ethan. A hunger which had been dormant for a long time. Like a wild animal finally being coaxed out of hibernation by distant promises of spring.

Slipping his tongue between Avery’s lips, he allowed himself to taste him thoroughly. Avery’s tongue was salty from the pretzels he’d picked up at the gas station outside Memphis with just a sweet hint of vanilla still lingering from the strawberry milkshake. Swiping his tongue lazily along the inside of Avery’s warm mouth, a withheld moan escaped Ethan and he felt it vibrate all the way through his body.

Avery brushed his searching tongue along Ethan’s lower lip, licking and biting as he continued along Ethan’s stubbled chin and down to his Adam’s apple. Ethan closed his eyes, swallowing deeply as he took a firm grip on the back of Avery’s neck. He tangled his fingers through the unruly hair, twisting his hand slightly, pulling a needy moan from Avery’s mouth. Ethan felt the aftermath of the moan vibrate on the skin of Avery’s neck where he held him.

Pulling Avery roughly away from him, he looked at the kiss-drunk face of the man in front of him. Because Avery was a man. There was no doubt about it. And it suddenly dawned on Ethan that he was no longer a boy himself. He was a man, too. And in that moment, he felt like one.

“What do you want?” Ethan demanded while he tilted Avery’s head back, the sinewy veins protruding underneath the tanned skin of his slender neck. His electric blue eyes were glazed over with lust and anticipation. Biting his lower lip, another delicious moan escaped Avery’s bruised mouth, igniting a house party in Ethan’s pants. Erase that. It was a fucking block party. His cock was so hard by now, trying to make a prison break from the confinement of his jeans.

Ethan twisted his fist tighter around Avery’s hair, withdrawing a mewling sound from the other man, an already blissed out look on his face.

“Anything you’re willing to give me,” Avery breathed, his eyes wide open, his penetrating stare piercing through Ethan’s.

The last remains of Ethan’s guardedness crumbled to a pile of dust on the floor.

“Anything?” he asked, raising an auburn brow at Avery.

“Yes,” Avery whispered. “Anything.”

A wicked smile ghosted across Ethan’s mouth while he released his fist from Avery’s hair.

“Strip,” he demanded as he sat down on the bed, not taking his eyes off Avery.

Obediently Avery began to slowly remove his shirt, pulling the hem from his pants. He looked directly at Ethan as he undressed, his stunning body shaking with uninhibited need. Ethan leaned back on the beige comforter, resting on his elbows, as he watched Avery bend down to untie his hiking boots.

“Slower,” Ethan ordered. At the instruction, Avery looked up, black pupils blown wide with lust. Ethan felt awestruck at this obvious evidence of Avery’s arousal. His slender fingers skillfully untied the boots, and he slowly removed them before he rose to pull down his pants.

“Turn around,” Ethan whispered, licking his lips languidly. Obeying, a satisfied smirk covering his mouth, Avery turned around and began to pull his cargo pants down, revealing a pair of tight, gray briefs clinging to his firm ass.

“Briefs, too,” Ethan gritted out, adjusting himself. He pressed the palm of his hand against his straining erection and the small hairs at the back of his neck stood up with excitement.

Avery’s delicate fingers grabbed the hem of his briefs as he slowly pulled them down and stepped out of them. Even though Ethan had seen Avery naked before, he was still left stunned by his unclothed form partially covered in shadows. He was perfect. Flawless skin and lean muscles. Almost hairless except for the sparse dusting of light-brown hair around his long, elegant dick which Ethan remembered from their swim. An urgent need to lick along Avery’s slender spine took hold of him.

“Bend over,” Ethan spoke while he rose from his position on the bed.

Without as much as a word or a look, Avery bent at his hips in the sexiest display of sweet submission, revealing a glimpse of his pink hole in the process.

“Fuck!” Ethan blurted as he took in the gift which Avery was offering him so freely. So unashamed. “Look at you, Avery, offering up your ass so willingly.”

Ethan came to a stop next to Avery and placed his left hand at the base of his spine, pulling a needy whimper from Avery’s mouth.

“Are you always such a needy slut? Giving away your pretty hole for free?”

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