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“No, I was looking at something else,” Ethan smirked as he demonstratively moved his gaze to Avery’s firm ass. A few handprints had still been visible on the pale, flawless skin when they’d woken this morning.
Avery flushed and smiled adorably, the dimple popping in his left cheek.
“Oh, you were now? Didn’t you get enough of my ripederrièrelast night?” Avery grabbed his right butt cheek while he wiggled his ass teasingly.
“Derry-what?“
“Derrière. It’s French for buttocks,” Avery winked.
“I’ll never get enough of you, baby,” Ethan blurted without even thinking twice about it.Shit!He needed to stop with this line of thought. They were reaching Boston in a few days which meant the end of the line for Avery and ait-was-nice-knowing-you-and-blowing-youstop for Ethan. It was still undecided between them if Ethan would stay a few days with Avery once they reached Boston. They hadn’t spoken about it after Ethan’s mom had mentioned it over the phone two days ago. He didn’t want Avery to feel obligated to drag a teen-age country boy around fancy museums in the city. To introduce Ethan to his circle of academic friends. Avery probably had better things to do.
“Oh yeah?” Avery replied, pulling him from his runaway thoughts. “Then maybe tonight you’ll put your dick where your mouth’s already been?” The bastard winked tauntingly while his pink tongue peeked out between his sexy lips.
It felt like Ethan’s entire body was set on fire at the recollection of their heated encounter last night. After the spanking, he’d rimmed Avery. Edged him to the point where the other guy was almost crying. Ethan had been relentless, though, ignoring Avery’s pleading words and curses until he was a mumbling, whimpering puddle of sweat, tears and precum on the sleeping bag. It wasn’t until Avery was chanting,please please pleaselike a broken The Smiths record that Ethan had taken pity on him and blown him. Yeah, Morrissey would’ve been fucking jealous at the unparalleled pleading edge to Avery’s voice.
It’d been the best fucking sex of his life. It was like that with Avery. Just when Ethan thought that it couldn’t get any better or hotter, Avery blew him apart with his sweetness and his complete surrender. It humbled Ethan beyond anything he’d ever experienced before, the utter trust that Avery placed in his hands when he was the most vulnerable. It was in these moments, when Ethan held the control over Avery, when he decided when Avery was allowed to come that Ethan felt freer than ever before. It was a paradox really. Because in being in control, Ethan felt like he was in free fall. That he could finally let go. It was the biggest aphrodisiac to him. To be able to reach a point where control tipped over into the unknown. And he hadn’t even fucked Avery yet.
He looked at Avery’s expectant eyes and he decided to push away all thoughts ofwhat ifandwhat’s next.Instead, he welcomed the distant voices whisperingwhy notandwho cares.
“I’d really like that if you want to, Avery.”
“I do. Want that. I’d love for you to do that, Ethan.” Avery moved closer, heat darkening his blue eyes. “But I guess this means we’ll have to make a pit stop unless you came prepared?”
“Uhm... I kinda did…” Ethan mumbled, scrunching his freckled nose, cheeks bright pink with embarrassment.
“Oh, you did, did you?” Avery teased, pulling at Ethan’s t-shirt, drawing him closer. “You’re such a dirty, needy boy, aren’t you? Running around sticking your cock in every hole available?” As if to underline his words, Avery pushed his hips flush against Ethan’s.
“Fuck you, man. If anyone here’s the needy one, it’s you, baby. The way you moaned last night, begging to be put out of your misery. Besides, my mom wouldn’t let me leave the state if I wasn’t packing supplies,” Ethan grinned.
“Fuck, I love your mom.” Avery’s hands moved to Ethan’s ass pinning him against him. Then he raised his voice and yelled from the top of his lungs, oblivious of the families going about their morning routine around them.
“I fucking love you, Belinda Bishop!” And then winking at Ethan, he whispered, “and you better keep your energy up today, handsome, because I’m a fucking greedy bottom if there ever was one and one plowing by your beautiful cock is not gonna be nearly enough.”
Then he patted Ethan’s cheek like they’d just discussed today’s hike or what they were having for breakfast. Like he hadn’t just completely tipped Ethan’s entire world on its axis.Shit! Shit, shit, shit!He was getting in way too deep.
“Can I pick the music? You know I’m way better than you at picking the music,” Avery smirked at him.
“Sorry, what?” Ethan had been miles away—hours ahead, really.
“I’m the designated DJ today,” Avery grinned as he started stuffing his backpack into the trunk of the car.
“You’re always the fucking DJ,” Ethan sighed, a rebellious smile tugging at his mouth.
“Because I have so much better taste in music than you do,” he slammed the trunk shut and brushed his hair away from his forehead, bringing back the image from last night as Ethan had pulled his hair tight while he’d fucked Avery’s mouth.
“If you call those sentimental, whiney nineties songs music, then yeah…” Avery had a weakness for lyrics that had to do with loneliness and pain. It wasn’t that Ethan disliked the melancholic songs with the sad vocals. He did. Just not as much as Avery did.
“It’s fucking epic music, man. Jarvis, Richard, Morrissey… Jeff. That’s authentic music, Eth. True hurt. Real loneliness.” Avery suddenly looked miles away as he sucked on his bottom lip with his teeth. Then his expression shifted. “Besides, you just love it when I sing along.” He smiled, still a trace of wistfulness in his blue eyes.
“Fuck off!” Ethan teased. “You don’t call that ruckus singing, do you? It sounds like a cat being dragged by the tail.”
“Aww, you love it. Admit it. You love my deep, velvety, sexy-ass voice.” Avery pouted as he walked towards Ethan, who stood at the front of the car, hips swaying seductively. “It gets you all hot and bothered, doesn’t it, handsome?”
“It gets me bothered, alright,” Ethan mumbled. He secretly loved listening to Avery’s sultry voice as he sang about regret, drugs, and wasted dreams. But he would never in a million years admit to it. That would just make Avery intolerable.
“What?” Avery whined, a mock-hurt look in his eyes, as he reached for the hem of Ethan’s t-shirt. “You don’t like my voice, handsome?”
He looked like a small child who had just been told that he wasn’t getting any dessert later. Ethan couldn’t help grinning as he rested his hands on Avery’s slender hips.
