Ethan spends the entire weekend at my house, only leaving Sunday night because we both know if he doesn’t, we're going to stay up too late either talking or rubbing our cocks all over each other—which is honestly how we spent most of the weekend.
I did show him my painting room, and he was really great about the whole obsession painting I had made. He totally laughed at me for loving his pubes and his mole though. He promised to play the piano for me the next time I came over, because I still haven't heard him. We are finally getting past those last emotional barriers.
That first Monday back in the real world was awful. He came over looking defeated and tired and angry. I didn't push him to talk and he barely said two words. We just laid on the couch together and watched a movie. I played with his hair almost the entire time and he fell asleep with his head in my lap. I felt terrible that I had to wake him up. He kissed me and tried to apologize, but I wouldn't hear it.
The next day was definitely better and he talked a little bit about his dad and professors bitching him out. He didn't say a whole lot, mostly just about how his work load would be increasing substantially which would complicate things, but we would do what we had to. I have to keep it in mind that he won't be in school forever and that his future is very important. It's also at the forefront of my brain that if he messed up again, it's his asshole father that he has to answer to again, and that frightens me.
The week continues on much the same, only the talking starts to lead to sex. There's a lot of dry humping—so far we've done it against the front door; against the washing machine when I tried to teach him how to use it; in the kitchen, because he insisted that I looked ridiculously sexy while I cooked; on the couch; on the floor in both the living room and my painting room; against the bathroom counter; in my bed; in my closet; and in the chair next to my bed.
I swear, my cock isn't going to know what to do when it feels something that isn't the fabric of my underwear rubbing on it.
I gave him Alejandro, which he has told me repeatedly he will never return.
We're like high schoolers all over again. It's kind of fun being attacked and humped on a regular basis. Although my dick is getting a little sore.
He can't really spend the nights with me and because of his father, neither of us are really in a hurry to spend as much time at his house as we used to. I'm finally catching up on drawing again and sending work out for consignment. I haven't had a good paycheck in a while and it's starting to show. I think Ethan noticed that I needed food because Jessica showed up at my door with a car load of groceries the other morning.
He wouldn't let me pay him back, which turned into a small fight, which led to some mildly aggressive grinding. I'm not going to lie, it was hot, and I forgot all about the stupid fight when all was said and done. We were really getting good at this grinding thing. We've figured out just how to set our legs to get the perfect angle and what speed works best for both of us. By now I also knew that he loved it when I pulled his hair and dug my nails into his back, just like he knew exactly where that spot on my neck was and how much I loved it when he played with my nipples.
We spend another whole weekend together, though we actually leave the house this time. He takes me out for supper and we see a movie—the movie sucked, by the way, and we mostly just made out. We go to Rogue's too and hide in a corner when Johnathon walks in with Caleb. I think they must be dating because Johnathon is being pretty touchy-feely and why else would they be out together? I tell Ethan and he rolls his eyes, I'm not sure why. I think they look pretty cute together. I want to go congratulate them, but Ethan wants to go home.
It's currently Tuesday morning and Ethan is sleeping in my bed because he didn't want to go home last night. I like it when he sleeps with me, he's an awesome big spoon and I get the best sleep when I'm all curled up with him. It kind of sucks though too because I like humping him in the morning and it messes with my flow when I realize that I can't do that unless I want to make him late for work.
So it's like six o'clock in the morning and I'm in the shower to alleviate my current south-of-the-border tension. I'd rather wake up way too early to rub one out in the shower then not have him here at all, or make him late.
I think that I'm hornier now than I was as a teenager. It's outrageous the number of times I feel the need to masturbate these days. I thought I was a horny bastard before, since meeting Ethan my sex drive has skyrocketed. He's just so hot.
I stay quiet so as not to disturb Ethan's sleep, but I think he is going to be getting up soon, so I speed up. I need to finish up here, then I'll make him French toast, he loves that. I lean back against the wall while the water pours onto absolutely nothing at all. I know masturbating in the shower is bad for the environment, but shit, it's so much more convenient.
That sounds like a really bad PSA: Go green, conserve water, don't jerk off in the shower.
Why am I even thinking about this now? Doesn't really matter, it's too late to stop anyway. Feels too good to stop. Oh, God, stop thinking and start feeling.
Just as I start to round the edge, I hear the bathroom door creak open. I freeze and open my eyes. Through the frosted glass door, I can just make Ethan out, which means he can probably just barely see me as well, but if I keep jacking, it would be kind of obvious. He probably just has to use the bathroom.
But then the shower door slides open. "Jesus Christ, what are you doing?" I gasp.
Ethan eyes me sleepily and steps into the shower. "Taking a shower. What are you doing?" He smirks at me. My right hand and cock are soapy, I'm pretty sure he knows exactly what I was doing—I've been caught soapy-handed. "Don't stop on my account," he mutters, kind of clearing up any confusion there was about whether he knew if I was jacking off or not.
Then it clicks. He's naked. In the shower. With me.
My eyes snap down and I moan. His dick is pretty—I haven't seen it at all up until now, I couldn't bring myself to look at his porno pics, that would have ruined the surprise. Pretty doesn't feel like the right word. It's... It's... I'm too horny to think; pretty is just going to have to do for now. It looks really good, thick, long, and hard.
He turns around, then it's ass appreciation time. I moan again. I swear, I'm going to cum hands-free. I've never been so jealous of soap in my life, but watching it bubble down his back, over his perfect little ass, I'm beside myself. Can I be Ethan's soap in my next life, please?
Oh God, there's his cock again. His pretty, cut, hard, slightly upwards-curved cock. All wet. His perfect pubes and his sexy balls, I want to fondle them. I don't think I've ever wanted to frot with someone so badly in my life.
"You okay, baby?" Ethan asks. I nod and try to peel my eyes away from his cock, but it's an impossibility. I'm charmed and bewitched by the one-eyed snake. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I answer throatily.
"Come on, then," he says, gripping my arm gently. "You look cold." I resist him when he tries to pull me closer, choosing instead to stay where I am. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing," I try to say, but it gets caught in my throat and I have to repeat myself.
His hand on my arm moves higher and he squeezes my bicep. "Baby, are you sure you've done this before?" he asks, sounding amused.
"Are you sure you haven't?" I ask back.
He chuckles, rubbing my arm. "Yes, I am sure. Why do you look so afraid?"
I finally move my eyes up to his and he is smiling, both reassuringly and in an amused way. I sigh and take a small step towards him. In return, he takes a small step towards me and reaches his other hand out to rub my arm. "I'm..." I start, once again having to clear my throat to be able to speak loudly enough for him to hear. "I'm afraid of pushing you too far, too fast. I'm afraid that if I try to do anything right now, I'm going to mess up what we have. I'm afraid of scaring you and you leaving me."
He reaches his hand out and lightly caresses my cheekbone, then my lower lip. "I'm afraid of the exact opposite," he admits. "I'm scared that I'm not moving fast enough, that you're getting bored. I'm terrified that you want more and aren't asking for it because you think I don't want to give it to you. I'm terrified you'll leave me."
I shake my head and take another small step toward him, which he again mirrors. "Baby, how many times do I have to tell you?"
"I know," he says. "I know that you're not with me for the sex and I know that you love me."
"I do. I love you so much, Ethan, and I'm not going to leave you, I promise."
"I'm not leaving either, and I love you too, Jasper. I want to be with you. I want to do this for you," he says, sliding his hand from my face down my chest. I stop him when he reaches my stomach.
"You don't have to. I don't want you to do anything because you're afraid or because you think it's the only way to keep me around. I'm with you no matter what, you don't have to do something you'll regret. You don't have to if you don't want to, if you're not ready."
His hand easily slides out from under mine and my toes curl the second he wraps his fingers around my shaft. "Oh, I want to, baby. I'm definitely ready."
"Okay," I sigh, all of the fight and reason leaving me rather suddenly.
He chuckles breathily and slowly slides his hand completely along my length. "Done cock-blocking?"
"Mm, for now."
He tightens his grip and I push into his hand, which makes him smirk. "Better be more than just for now."
"I'll try not to cock-block either you or myself anymore."
"I guess that'll have to do," he says.
His hand moves a bit more quickly and he twists his palm right over the head, knowingly gathering the moisture there. It feels great and I grunt.
"Are you cold?" he asks. I shake my head and he takes a step towards me. "Okay, I just wondered since you're still all the way back here out of the water. You don't have to be afraid to touch me.”
I open my mouth to protest only to have him shove his thumb right in my mouth, shutting me up. What the hell? His thumb is in my mouth! "Shh…Stop overthinking everything and just enjoy it for once." His whisper sends chills down my spine.
He doesn't bother to remove his finger from my mouth, so I figure he must have it there for a reason. I swirl my tongue around his thumb, and wrap my lips around it, sucking lightly. He watches, eyes heavy and then leans in, flicking his tongue over my lips. Then both his thumb and his tongue are in my mouth and it's oddly one of the hottest things ever. He's pinning my tongue down with his thumb and probing my mouth with his tongue.
His hand is expertly jerking me and I'm so close to getting off. I want to warn him, but his finger and his mouth are making that impossible. I am so close, though, and he catches on. He slides his finger from my mouth, down over my nipple, which he takes a moment to tweak, and down to my cock. He runs his fingers through my pubic hair a few times then moves the hand to my balls, which he grips lightly and tugs.
My hips jerk hard and he in turn tightens his hold on both my cock and balls. He pulls in quick, short successions and my toes curl under. It feels so good.
My hands go to his hair and I bury my fingers deep into the wet mess, pulling his mouth harder to mine. I moan into his mouth and he steps forward, letting me feel his hard cock pressed up against me.
I can't hold back anymore. The floodgates burst, so to speak, and the orgasm rips through me. I press forward into him, feeling myself cumming all over his stomach and he releases my balls, reaching around me to squeeze my ass.
I'm desperately hoping his fingers slip, accidentally or otherwise, but I know that isn't likely. I'm not complaining. I'm not complaining. Everything feels so good.
I break away from his mouth with more moans and pant for breath, while he continues to squeeze my ass and jerk my cock for everything it's worth.
"Oh my," I groan, dropping my head into his shoulder.
I open my eyes and see that I've practically painted his entire torso with my cum and it's so hot that I manage to give him just a little bit more. He squeezes his fingers around the head of my cock, expressing another drop of cum that rolls down over his long, talented fingers.
I sigh and shudder, and Ethan turns his head and starts kissing my ear. "That was..." I trail off, speechless. He lets go of my cock and starts to take a step back, but I stop him. I clutch at his waist and beg, "Just a minute."
He chuckles and nuzzles my ear. "That good?" he whispers.
"Definitely, and I also am not ready for you to start laughing yet."
He scoffs. "I am not going to laugh."
"You are covered in my cum," I start to say, but I don't bother finishing because his cock throbs noticeably against my leg and it completely distracts me.
And makes me wonder if he is really liking being covered in my cum. I start to kiss his shoulder, gradually making my way to his neck while my hands ease around to his sides. I circle his hip bones with my thumbs and he throbs again.
"Can I?" I ask, moving my hands closer to where they should be—wrapped around his perfect cock.
"Oh, you absolutely can," he says, though he catches both of my wrists in his hands. "But not right now. I'm going to be late for school," he says, leaning in to kiss me quickly.
"Now who's the cock-block," I mutter.