Beaudidn’t tell him like he’d asked, but the look on his face was unmistakable.There was rapture mixed with something much, much deeper. Something Ethangrabbed onto, pulling it deep inside and letting it fill that cold, dark spaceinside of him. He was pretty sure it was love, and even if Beau never spoke thewords, Ethan knew. He felt it, and in all of his life he had never feltsomething this perfect, this all-consuming.
Itstill scared him shitless, but he managed to evade the oppressive, frustratingworry. At least for the time being.
Liftingand lowering, Ethan rode Beau’s cock as he watched him, their eyes speakingeverything that their mouths couldn’t. “Fuck me, Beau,” Ethan groaned, wantingto watch Beau come.
Placinghis hands flat on the mattress beside Beau’s head, Ethan lifted his ass, givingBeau room to thrust up into him, which he did with delicious, forceful strokes.Ramming into him over and over, harder, faster until they were both panting andmoaning.
“Comefor me, Beau.” Ethan forced the words out on a gasp, the friction of Beau’sthick cock against the sensitive nerve endings pushing him closer and closer toanother release. “Come inside me.”
Beauclosed his eyes, his hands clamping onto Ethan’s hips, pulling him down hard asBeau thrust up into him one final time before growling his release. Ethan wasengulfed in a full body tremor as he came in spurts – not as vigorously asbefore, but definitely just as satisfying – on Beau’s chest, his eyes locked onhis face. Beau was the most beautiful, magnificent man Ethan had ever known.And right then and there, with their bodies connected as one, Ethan knewwithout a doubt that he was in love with him.
Andsurprisingly, that wasn’t what bothered him.
Itwas the lengths he was willing to go to in order to be the man Beau deservedthat scared the shit out of him.
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Ethanhad been quiet ever since they left the hotel room. Beau hadn’t figured out away to ask him what was bothering him. He didn’t think it had anything to dowith their love making, but he didn’t know that for certain, and it wasbeginning to bother him.
They’dshowered together afterward, agreeing that they needed to find food before oneor both of them died from starvation. Granted, that wasn’t likely to occur, butBeau had certainly worked up an appetite.
WhenBeau had suggested they go to dinner at one of the steakhouses he’d read aboutin the leather bound hotel booklet, he fully expected Ethan to shoot down theidea, yet here they were, sitting in a booth across from one another. And yes,Beau was nervous as hell.
Wouldthis be considered their first date? Beau figured technically it would, whichhad another wave of anxiety rippling through him.
“Haveyou figured out what tattoo you’re gonna get?” Ethan asked after they’d ordereda couple of beers and their food.
“Yeah.”Beau had known the exact words he wanted, but he’d contemplated findingsomething else, but still came back to the words that rang true for him.
“Well?”
“Wellwhat?”
“Whatare you going to get?”
“You’lljust have to wait and see,” Beau said with a smirk.
“Fine,”Ethan laughed, turning his beer bottle in his hands as he picked at the label.“I got you an appointment tomorrow at one o’clock.”
Beaunodded, happy to know that Ethan had actually called. They hadn’t talked aboutthe logistics, but then again, the sole reason they had come to Houston was forthat tattoo.
“Whatabout you? Wanna get another?”
“Nah,”Ethan said, not bothering to look up at him. “I only wanted that one.”
“Younever did tell me what it means.”
“It’sa Shakespeare quote.”
“Well,I figured that one out for myself, Einstein,” Beau retorted, taking a swig ofhis beer.
“Whatdo you think it’s supposed to mean?”
“Well,if you’re translating from Hamlet,” Beau began, grinning at Ethan’s creasedbrow. “And if I recall correctly, it’s when Polonius is speaking to his son,Laertes, advising him to be true to himself.”
“Shakespeare,much?” Ethan asked, staring at him as though he’d lost his mind.
“Ihappen to like Shakespeare,” Beau said, leaning back and staring at Ethan. “So,what does it mean for you?”
