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…”
“Are you sure?” Greg asked. No smirk. This meant something to him, Ethan thought. Ethan hoped.
Ethan knew.
“Yes.” He wanted Greg body and soul, and in that moment, he truly believed Greg felt the same. He wasn’t the player. He was the guy who snuck into Ethan’s dorm room to apologize. He was the guy who wanted to watch a movie with him. He was the guy who’d christened him Folly.
Ethan retrieved a condom and trial-size pouch of lube that he gotten at a LGBT group kickoff meeting. Safe sex: always be prepared.
He handed Greg the condom, figuring he’d want to be in control and, in fact, wanting Greg to take over him. That’s what Ethan loved about him—that he always had a plan. Plus, he wanted to feel Greg’s thick cock inside of him, planting his flag.
Greg got them all set up and positioned Ethan’s legs on his shoulders. His thumb smoothed away a stray hair falling into Ethan’s face, and he plunged two slicked-up fingers inside him, opening him up in more ways than one. Ethan took deep calming breaths to stymie the pain, but soon the pleasure and anticipation brought a smile to his lips.
“Let me know if it hurts. I want both of us to enjoy this.”
Ethan sucked in a deep breath as Greg inserted himself. He gasped and grabbed the bedspread.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Now’s not the time to lie to me.”
“It’s just…new. New is good.”
Greg slid out, then back in slowly. It was a weird sensation for Ethan. He was being filled up, but after the initial shock, it made him extra-sensitive. It enveloped him. Every inch of his skin tingled at Greg’s touch.
“Keep going,” Ethan said.
Greg thrust into him, and Ethan was just as turned on by watching Greg’s reaction as he was by what Greg was doing. He went a little faster. Then slower. Then faster again. His triceps bulged above Ethan. Sweat beaded at his forehead and dripped onto Ethan’s chest.
“You feel so good,” Greg breathed out. He spat onto his hand and slicked up Ethan’s dick.
Ecstasy rushed through Ethan, levitating him off the bed. He went numb, not knowing what to do except enjoy the ride. Greg took his hands and threw them over his head. They held onto the bedpost together as Greg pumped harder. Their comingled sweat glued their chests together.
Greg had full control of his body, pushing his hands harder against Ethan’s, pumping deeper inside him. Ethan would probably be sore tomorrow, but he thought of it as having a really (really) good workout.
Greg flicked wet hair out of his face. Those dark eyes tore through every layer of him, shoving him closer to the edge. He stroked Ethan with his free hand. Every grunt Greg uttered, that call of desire brought Ethan closer to coming.
Greg sped up his hips and his hand. Everything went at full speed, and he was on the verge of erupting. Ethan knew that about him. It made him excited as all hell.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” Greg mumbled. He used both hands to hold Ethan’s against the bedpost. Their chests glided against each other’s, Greg’s face mere breaths from his. The angle let him shove his pulsing dick deeper into Ethan’s warm opening.
Ethan’s own orgasm rumbled through his body, too. His dick wasn’t being touched, but it was the moment and Greg’s arms over his and his panting breath on his neck and his skin slick with sweat sliding atop Ethan and the thought of Greg exploding. It was too much and not enough. The orgasm was a lit fuse at the end of a cannon.
“Yes, yes,” Ethan whispered.
He shot his hot load all over his stomach. Seconds later, Greg pulled out and came all over Ethan as well.
They caught their breaths. Ethan couldn’t move. He would need a parachute to get down from this stupendous high. Greg passed him a box of tissues to wipe off his stomach.
“I figured you didn’t want me making a mess on your comforter,” Greg said.
He knew him so well.
Φ
After they toweled themselves off, they spooned in Ethan’s bed. Evening settled over Browerton. Ethan forgot there was a tomorrow. Life could’ve ended right then. Greg ran his fingers down his forearm. If he’d had more supplies, Ethan might’ve made Greg go for another round.
“Can I ask a question?”
Greg pointed like a teacher in class. “Yes, you in the back row, giving your classmate a hand job.”
Ethan blushed. Yes, he had done that. “So, for the record, you’re not straight?”
He shook his head. “I wish I came as hard with girls as I do with you.”
That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to Ethan, despite the graphicness. A warm feeling spread through him.
“I’m sorry about the party, Ethan. I liked your pose, for the record.”
Ethan gave a hearty laugh. At the time, his drunken self thought had it was sexy.
“It’s going to take some time,” Greg said. He turned Ethan to face him. “This is all really new for me. It’s going to be a huge change. I have a reputation for being a bit of a ladies’ man. And it’s not even true.”
Ethan sat up. “It’s not?”
Greg wavered. “Before you, I was a virgin.”
“What?!” Ethan’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. “But you’re a fraternislut. You had a threesome your freshman year.”
“I got a little wild when I got to school. I tried to suppress being gay, thought if I screwed around with girls, I’d forget about it. And what can I say? Girls like me.” Ethan smacked his chest. “I got drunk with these senior girls, and they both gave me slobs. So not a threesome technically.”
“Technically.” That was still two more girls than Ethan had hooked up with ever.
“But see, everyone thinks that I’m a player, even though I haven’t gotten with any girls since then.” Greg quickly added, “By choice. I could’ve gotten with lots of girls. As stated previously, girls like me.”
Ethan smacked his chest again. “Why are they still calling you a player?”
“Because it stuck freshman year. That’s my reputation, whether I like it or not. And honestly, I liked it. It gave me this air of coolness whenever I walked into a party or into my frat house. I already had this built-in public persona. So I never corrected anyone.”
“And you still don’t.”
Greg had no comment.
Ethan tangled his fingers in Greg’s hair and traced the outline of that famous smirk. “Sahil isn’t your roommate. You lied.”
Greg gave him a puppy-dog look. “I didn’t want to fool around in the house. It’s too risky.”
Ethan’s fingers traveled down to Greg’s broad, mountain-range shoulders. “I think your brothers will be cooler with this, with us, than you think. Sahil was really accepting when I told him I was gay. He high-fived me.”
“It’s different. You’re not his frat brother. It’s a different culture up there.”
“Things are changing. They won’t all react like your big brother, the one who…you know.”
Greg’s shoulders tensed up. Ethan knew not to push, but he had just given himself to Greg. He believed he had a right to the truth.
“You really liked him, didn’t you?”
Greg nodded at the blankets. “His name was Mason. It wasn’t some out-of-nowhere event. There was buildup. I know he felt it.” He heaved out a sigh. Ethan could tell unearthing this memory was tough. “I don’t know what I expected the next morning, but it wasn’t being told to shut the fuck up. I didn’t expect to get cut out of his life. Maybe he was right, though. Maybe some stuff should stay private.”
Ethan heart fell a few notches. “Like us?”
“I don’t know, Folly. I’m still figuring this shit out.” Greg tried to spoon him, but Ethan pulled away.
He sat up. “Aren’t you tired of being two different Gregs?”
“Are you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Greg leaned against the wall. “Have you told your friends about us? About our fun activities?”
“I told Lorna.”
“I’m not talking about Lorna. Your other friends. The ones we saw at the movies. Do they know? Or are you hiding me from them?”
Frustration stifled Ethan’s chest. Their perfect moment had evaporated. “That’s different.”
“Is it now?” For someone opposed to being a lawyer, Greg knew how to shift into interrogation mode all too easily. “Are you the same person around them and Lorna and me, or are there different Ethans?”
The crystal clear truth struck Ethan. He was hiding a part of himself to fit in. He was no different. Greg just did a better job of it. He wondered if that’s why he always felt distant with his friends. He caused it. Ethan worked so hard to blend in that he became invisible.
Greg enjoyed the moral victory. “Looks like we’re each other’s dirty little secrets.”
“So what’s your plan?” Ethan asked. “Are you going to keep me your dirty little secret forever?”
“Are you? Just give me time, okay?” Greg massaged Ethan’s shoulder. His rough hands knew how to work. “Let’s not ruin this.”
Ethan tried to enjoy it. He tried to keep the unease seeping into his mind at bay, but he got the scary feeling that this was their new status quo. Ethan thought he would be ecstatic when they began hooking up in private. He never realized that now, this made their relationship even more of a secret.