James floated on a post-orgasmic cloud.
He was aware of Ethan’s right arm braced around his shoulders as the man steered him towards the bedroom.
James curled his arms around the big guy, head against chest.
The cotton fabric of Ethan’s shirt chafed against his skin just as the pile of the carpet grazed the soles of his feet.
He didn’t care. His body was just hyper-sensitive, making him even more aware of the man who held him in his arms.
He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Ethan has jacked him to climax. He’d been blown before but never quite like this. Although, technically, Ethan hadn’t used his mouth on James’s dick.
But the orgasm was one he had never experienced before, the intensity and afterglow still making him high.
They walked across the bedroom into the en suite.
Ethan lowered the cover of the WC and said, “Sit.”
James didn’t hesitate to obey, turning to face Ethan.
The man pulled his shirt out of the trousers and undid the buttons before tugging it over his head. Underneath, he wore a white vest. He tossed the semen-smeared garment on the floor.
But James still got a peek of the tattoos that decorated the man’s arms. His mouth salivated with the idea of seeing a fully naked Ethan.
Was that even on the cards? Would he be comfortable going skin-to-skin with James?
“I'm going to get your toothbrush. I presume it’s in your bathroom.”
Ethan’s words pulled James out of his thoughts, and he blinked a few times before they sank in.
“Oh... Yes.” It only just occurred to him that he was in Ethan’s room and en suite. “I can go and get it.”
“No. I’ll get it. Stay where you are.”
Ethan walked out of the bathroom.
James didn’t move, head tilted against the cool wall tiles.
What was Ethan’s plan? Was he going to let James shower here? Would he let James sleep in his bed, which would be a wonderful culmination to a fantastic day so far?
James didn’t want to hope too much, in case it didn’t come to pass.
“There you go,” Ethan said as he walked through the door.
He’d brought James’s toothbrush as well as an extra clean towel.
James took the toothbrush and spread minty paste on it before brushing his teeth.
Meanwhile, he watched Ethan through the mirror over the sink as the man removed the rest of his clothes. He paused halfway through brushing as more of Ethan’s bare skin came into view.
Damn, the man was hot in the flesh. His skin was lighter than James’s, more a caramel to James’s dark chocolate. And the black tribal markings gave his muscular body a fierce warrior appearance.
James’s cock pulsed to life and the toothpaste splashed on his chest. He wiped the stain and finished quickly, just as Ethan removed his trousers. The man kept his boxer briefs on.
Shame.
James could still see the outline of his dick through the stretchy fabric.
The man was loaded.
James’s ass clenched at the thought of having Ethan inside him, another item on his rapidly growing wish list.
Ethan pushed the door of the large shower enclosure and turned the faucet. Water rained down from the large showerhead and beat against the ribbed bottom tray, flowing into the plughole.
“Get in there,” Ethan said as he strode over to the sink.
James put his toothbrush down on the counter and walked under the warm spray.
He would’ve loved to shower together with Ethan but he didn’t push his luck. He was happy to be sharing the same space.
He pumped shower gel into his hand and turned so he could see Ethan before massaging lather onto his skin. He was rinsing off the suds when Ethan finished brushing his teeth.
He contemplated staying under the water for longer in the hope that the man would join him.
Ethan reached for the towel and spread it open. “Come on out.”
Oh, well.
James’s disappointment vanished as Ethan rubbed his skin dry with the towel in a gentle manner.
James was beginning to believe that when the man had said he would take care of James, he’d actually meant it.
Afterwards, Ethan instructed, “Go and lie down on the bed. I’ll be out shortly.”
“Do you mean your bed?” James asked, wanting to be sure.
“Yes. I want my boy in my bed,” Ethan grinned.
James’s heart leapt and he couldn't help smiling. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be waiting.”
His footsteps bounced as he walked out of the bathroom and across the room to the bed.
Somehow, this one was special. It was Ethan’s bed. The man had been sleeping on it for the past few days, and now James would be sharing it.
His heart raced with anticipation. He tugged the edge of the tightly made bed, then stopped.
Which side did Ethan sleep on? He couldn't guess, as nothing on the cleared side tables gave any indications. But there was a bottle of water and a glass on the table at the far end.
He shrugged and continued pulling out one side of the covers. Since Ethan didn’t specify a side, he guessed it didn’t matter.
He crawled under the sheet and lay on his back, head to pillows so he could see Ethan come out. The sheets were cool and crisp against his hot skin as excitement skittered in his veins.
He lay in Ethan’s bed.
When he’d boarded the plane to London, he hadn’t thought this would become a reality.
Minutes later, Ethan stepped into the bedroom.
James’s breath locked in his throat at the sight of the man.
Drops of water glistened on Ethan’s caramel skin, contrasting with the dark ink artwork on display. Muscles rippled across his biceps and washboard abs as the man moved, and his legs looked as sturdy as tree trunks.
James licked his lips as his gaze riveted to the man’s hips and groin, unfortunately covered by the stretchy cotton of his grey boxer briefs. Still, it didn’t hide the meaty junk.
Ethan stopped at the other side of the bed and poured some water into the glass.
“Have a drink.” Ethan stretched the filled glass towards James.
James sat up and took the drink, gulping down half of the refreshing liquid before handing it back.
Ethan topped it up and drank the rest. Then he settled into the bed, pulled the top sheet over them and flicked the switch above the bed, turning the space into dimness, with the only light coming from street lamps.
“Come closer,” Ethan said.
James shifted sideways until his arm brushed against Ethan’s and he caught the scent of shower gel.
Ethan reached for him, placing his arm over James’s chest and pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. “Goodnight, firefly.”
“Goodnight, Sir.” James sighed with pleasure as he closed his tired eyes. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep in the arms of the man.