“Comefor me, Beau. Come for me, baby.” Ethan was heading over, that initial tremorintensifying as it took root, spiraling up his spine, out through his limbs,making him shudder from the resplendent pleasure of it. “Come for me, baby!”
Ethanstilled, his cock pulsing, exploding inside of Beau at the same time Beaugroaned, the muscles of his back flexing.
Unableto hold himself up any longer, Ethan tumbled down on top of him, both of themcrashing into the mattress, chests heaving, hearts racing.
“Ilove you,” Ethan told Beau, just because for some reason he liked saying it.
“Ilove you, too, baby,” Beau replied.
Andjust like that, Ethan was ready to go again.
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Afterthey shared a quick shower, Beau had fallen back into bed with Ethan. He wasexhausted. Both physically and emotionally, although not in a bad way. Restinghis head on the hard muscles of Ethan’s back, he had his arm wrapped around himwhile Ethan slept on his stomach. Their legs were entwined, and the blanketswere somewhere close to the end of the bed. He didn’t care enough to move toget them either. Ethan’s warmth was more than enough to keep him comfortable.
Completelysated after that last round, Beau was surprised that he couldn’t get his brainto shut down. He continued to replay the events of the day, starting with the driveback from Houston. It was interesting how things seemed to have settledsomewhere between morning and night.
Granted,a lot had happened in such a short amount of time.
Beauwas curious as to what Sawyer and Ethan had talked about and exactly where, alongthe way, Ethan had decided that he loved him. Ok, giving Ethan a little credit,Beau didn’t think Ethan just decided it. More like accepted it. Yeah, muchbetter turn of phrase.
Whateverhad happened, Beau was thankful for it. Not that he enjoyed sitting back andwatching Ethan suffer by any means, but he knew that today had been a turningpoint for Ethan. Probably in more ways than one.
Reflectingback on his thoughts that first night at the hotel, after Ethan had shared hisdevastating story over dinner, Beau had to wonder whether the bumpy road theywere on had finally wound down to a smooth part. He hoped so. Ethan deserved asmuch.
Ifthere was any way Beau could keep them on this path, he was more than willingto do whatever it took.
Heremembered what Sawyer mentioned about Ethan needing to talk to a professional.Beau wondered whether Ethan was open to it. Beau would gladly stand right therebeside him through the entire process if it would help to ease some of the hellEthan had been living with for nearly a decade.
WhenEthan had turned Beau’s statement back on him, comparing how he had been theone responsible for the downturn in his relationship with his parents to whatEthan had suffered with Gavin, he had been at a loss for words. Even hisargument had sounded weak. Ethan had made him think, and Beau had come to theconclusion that he wasn’t solely responsible for the falling out with his momand dad.
Didthat mean he was supposed to do something about it? Did he want to?
Actually,in a way he did. Beau had longed for the love of his parents, wished that theywould praise him at least once the way they had when he was the starquarterback in high school. He doubted that by coming out and telling them thathe was gay would help the situation any.
Doyou plan to tell them?
Ethan’squestion reverberated in Beau’s head.Didhe intend to tell them? Whatwould be the point? Would they slam the door in his face, possibly disown himaltogether? Despite how strained the relationship was already, Beau wasn’t surehe could handle any more. And he knew his dad well enough that the man wasn’tgoing to welcome his gay son into his home.
Shakingoff the thoughts, Beau closed his eyes and slid his hand along the length ofEthan’s back. Touching him had become one of his favorite things to do. Ethancompleted him in ways he had never even dreamed of. And Beau had to believethat Ethan felt the same.
Beauknew he could believe one thing… what they had was real. What they had wasworth fighting for. Unfortunately, Beau knew it was time to prepare for thatfight because the long road ahead wasn’t going to be an easy one.
Chapter Thirty Six
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“Hey,little man. Looks like it’s just you and me tonight,” Ethan said to Mason whenZoey and Kaleb finally headed out for the evening.
Hehad just spent the last half hour listening to Mason’s overprotective parentsgive him a rundown of every possible thing that could go wrong and exactly whathe needed to do to handle it. That wasafterEthan convinced them thathe wasn’t incapable of handling a baby.
Apparentlyaskingsomeone to babysit andlettingthem are two entirelydifferent things.
“So,what’s on the agenda? Wanna watch TV?” Ethan carried Mason into the living roomand lowered himself into the recliner, doing his best not to jar the preciousweight in his arms. “No TV? How about we play poker?”
Staringdown at the beautiful baby boy, Ethan ran a hand gently over his downy hair,noticing the way the black silk wasn’t nearly as thick as when he’d been born.He peered into blue-gray eyes that looked just like Kaleb’s.
“Noto poker too, huh? Well, boy, I’m wonderin’ just how much Walker you got in youif you’d rather just hang out and do nothin’. That’s kinda rare with us, youknow.”
