Greg launched off the bed, pushed Ethan against his door, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Ethan’s legs buckled under the heat beating off Greg.
Greg inched his lips away, and Ethan instantly dropped into withdrawal. Just like with drinking, one shot was not enough. Sincerity poured out of Greg, dripped from his stubble and big, brown eyes.
“I thought we were just having fun,” Ethan said.
“Oops.”
CHAPTER twenty-six
Greg kissed Ethan with his whole body, sending a sizzle down his spine. He grabbed him in a hug and soon his hands were tangled in Ethan’s hair. He felt Greg’s muscles flex as he held him against his chest.
It had been too long.
Ethan got back on his drug, letting Greg’s breath sweep by his ear and leave a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
“I missed you, Ethan,” he said.
He’d never known his name could sound this good. He’d never thought anyone would say it with such meaning.
Greg pulled him backward, to the bed. His hands were five places at once. Through his hair, on his cheek, sinking down his chest, grabbing his ass. He was pudding in each of those maneuvering hands.
“See? Beds aren’t boring,” Ethan said.
“I guess it depends who you’re on one with.”
Greg’s tongue pried open his teeth; his hot breath swirled around in Ethan’s mouth. Ethan shivered with delight. His ravenous self broke free, and he started unbuttoning Greg’s shirt. Greg got the hint and worked from the top. He caressed Ethan’s fingers when they met at the center before ripping his shirt off. Ethan dragged his hands down that chiseled chest and hard abs.
Greg steadied himself on his elbows, hovering above Ethan. His flared biceps framed Ethan’s face.
“You’re really cute,” Ethan said.
“You stole my line.” There was that smirk. That dimple. Old friends for Ethan.
Greg’s large-and-in-charge hands traveled under Ethan’s hoodie. He faced a button-down shirt and a white undershirt tucked into his pants. “How many layers do you have on? It’s only October.”
“Here.” Ethan sat up and whipped off all layers like a live gif.
Greg pressed his bare chest against him, the warmth of his skin soothing Ethan like soup. His fingers couldn’t get enough of those ridged muscles—a Braille novel he never wanted to end.
He mashed his hips against Ethan, and his cock dug into Ethan’s stomach. Greg reached between them and unsheathed both of their blunt instruments. He held their dicks in his hand, rolled them against each other. Like he’d done in the library, back when Ethan couldn’t believe what he was doing. Now he couldn’t stop.
Greg stroked both of them in his greedy palm. Ethan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He arched his back. Each stroke, each touch from Greg’s strong, calloused hand sent Ethan spasming in pleasure.
Greg removed Ethan’s pants. The chilled air sent goosebumps crawling across his thighs. He was completely naked on his bed. His cock got harder from the freedom. Greg stripped off his own pants, and Ethan slapped his ass.
Because he could. He was ravenous, and there was no going back.
Ethan’s teeth chattered, emotion overwhelming him, and Greg ran a thumb along his jawline.
“Folly, what is it?”
“I think I’m falling for you, Greg.” A set of tears fell from Ethan’s eyes. He never thought he’d get the chance to say that to someone and have it come out so easily.
“You think?” Greg brushed away his tears and bore into him with those deep brown eyes. “I think, too.”
They moved onto their sides, cocks circling each other. Ethan never wanted to blink again. He didn’t want to miss one nanosecond of this moment.
“I think we should…”
