Fuckkkk, I need to jerk off.

Crow couldn’t stop thinking about it. More specifically, he couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan’s ‘it’. He wasn’t sure if Ethan was aware, but the man’s shorts were in no way equipped to hide the package he was smuggling between his thighs. Either Doctor Winter carried around extra stethoscopes in his crotch or, more preferably, the guy was blessed.

Crow couldn’t make out any details —mainly because he was a decent human being and wasn’t going to spend his workout session staring at Ethan’s cock outline—but the quick glances he was able to steal had his mouth watering and his own cock twitching. The man was the epitome of everything Crow found attractive and more.

The elevator dinged up to the fifth floor. They got out, about to walk down separate directions when Crow realized he didn’t want to stop hanging out with Ethan just yet. He thought quick and said “Oh! Come over and check out that weird foam roller Angela ordered for me.”

Ethan smiled, his forehead glistening with beads of sweat, his cheeks a sexy light pink under the five o’clock shadow. He nodded and started walking toward Crow’s room. They headed to the end of the hallway, following the fading floral river set in the beige carpet. Crow grabbed his room key and unlocked the door, holding it open for Ethan. His scent filled Crow’s senses as he walked past him and entered the room. It made Crow’s dick twitch again. Maybe this massage thing wasn’t the greatest idea?

What am I even thinking?

Crow couldn’t deny that there was a fiery current of chemistry flowing between them, but he also felt like there was something else that was blocking Ethan from being able to explore it fully. Crow was ready from the very first night they met. He would have taken Ethan home in a heart beat that night at the bar. Even then, he could tell that Ethan Winter was a special man, so unlike the other duds he had dated since he had come out about a year ago. And over the past two weeks, that feeling was only further cemented into Crow’s very core. Ethan was interesting on multiple levels, had a sense of humor that Crow couldn’t get enough of, and was intelligent and driven. Never once had Crow thought it was possible to stay up all night talking with someone and still have as much—if not, more—fun than if they were having sex. They talked about all kinds of things; from wanting to be Jane Goodall as kids (both of them were huge animal lovers) to Crow’s conservative parents finding out he and his twin were gay. They never talked much about Ethan though, and Crow was ok with that. He felt like the man would peel away the layers in time.

Right now, though, all Crow cared about was peeling away a different type of layer.

“Mind if I grab a water bottle?”

“Not at all, go for it,” Crow said, kicking off his neon green and blue sneakers by the door.

“Thanks,” Ethan said, ripping off the price tag and uncapping the bottle of water that was sitting next to the coffee maker. “I’ll make sure to pay you back the thousand dollars it costs to drink this.”

Crow chuckled, and waved. “Don’t worry, this one’s on me.”

“So generous,” Ethan said, balancing on the chipped wooden dresser while he took off his shoes.

“You can sit,” Crow said, motioning toward the king sized bed in the center of the room.

“I’m just going to soak the bed in sweat.”

That’s fine.

“Ok,” Crow said. He went to the corner of the room and grabbed the large green foam roller. It was a firm cylinder of foam that had ridges and bumps which felt like little devil hands working out your knots when it was rolled over tense muscles. It hurt sooo good, although Crow liked to joke that Angela had ordered him the alien dildo version.

“Look, see,” he said, showing it to Ethan.

“It does taper off at the end. That’s a little unnerving.”

They both laughed. “Seriously, it works really well though. Here, let me try rolling out some of your knots.”

Ethan drank some of the water before capping it and going to lay down on the carpeted floor.

“No, no,” Crow said, “get on the bed. Who knows what’s on that floor.” He whacked Ethan on the side with the alien dildo-massager. Ethan playfully winced and fell back on the bed before rolling over onto his stomach on the white bed sheets.

Oh fuck. This was a terrible idea.

Crow could feel his dick swelling in his briefs. Just seeing Ethan laying down on the bed was enough to drive his hormones into a frenzy. He looked down at Ethan’s bare feet and trailed his gaze up, past the muscular calves and the peek of thighs before the shorts covered him up. They weren’t able to cover up that butt though. Ethan had it going on with the junk in his trunk. Crow gave it a playful slap with the foam roller as he took a spot standing next to the bed. He leaned over and started off rolling Ethan’s lower legs, applying enough pressure to get a reaction from Ethan.

“Ohhh shoot, yeah, that does work—“ Crow found a particularly firm knot, “—shit, that works really well.”

Crow continued working the foam roller over Ethan’s legs. With Ethan’s head in a pillow, Crow found himself admiring Ethan’s strong back, his gray shirt clinging to him in spots where the fabric had gone darker. Crow noticed the back of Ethan’s neck was flushing pink, a spot that now looked like a target for Crow’s tongue. He was feeling his physical needs start overriding the emotional ones. He wanted to climb onto Ethan and suck at the back of his neck while he rubbed his growing cock against Ethan’s firm ass.

Relax.

Crow moved the foam roller up higher, going over the shorts, rolling up to the bottom of Ethan’s ass. Ethan groaned as Crow applied more pressure, using the bumps and ridges to really work out some of the tension. He started to wish he could ditch the alien dildo and just use his hands. He’d be more than happy using his fingers to knead into Ethan’s meaty thighs.

Fuck it.

Crow had to ask. “Mind if I climb on you for a second, my back’s killing me.”

“Go for it.”

Crow’s back was fine, but his balls were aching. He climbed onto the bed and threw one leg over Ethan and kept the other planted on the opposite side. He sat down on Ethan’s firm butt, drawing out what sounded like an involuntary moan. It was a good thing Ethan’s face was buried in the pillows because Crow did not want him to see how red his face got. He glanced at the mirror on the closet door. He was both red from the gym and from the fact that he was now straddling the man of his dreams. All Ethan had to do was lift his head up and look toward the mirror to see the massive bulge Crow was sporting in his shorts. The thin black fabric was holding back a throbbing erection that was completely obvious. He had to simmer down before he finished up the massage, because his shorts were about to tear open and he wasn’t sure how Ethan would feel about that kind of massage.

“Oh fuccckk,” Ethan groaned into the pillow, “right there.”

Crow used the foam roller to go over Ethan’s lower back, climbing up to his broad shoulders before rolling back down. If he moved his hips even a little lower, he was sure Ethan would feel how hard he was. He controlled himself though, unsure if Ethan was on the same level as him or not.

“Is it alright if you switch to your hands?”

Fuck no, I thought you’d never ask.

Crow contained himself, saying instead; “It’ll cost extra.”

“Just add it to my room bill.”

“You got it,” Crow said, the smile apparent in his voice. He leaned over and set the foam roller on the floor. The move inadvertently rubbed Crow’s erect cock against Ethan’s ass as he repositioned himself. It felt beyond-words kind of good, but it also sent a pang of nerves course through Crow. He had no idea why he was reacting so powerfully toward Ethan, and he also had no idea if the connection was reciprocated. He wanted more, so much more, and that required opening himself up to the possibility of rejection. Ethan could want nothing more than a friend, and maybe this was all incredibly out of bounds. Maybe Crow shouldn’t be running his hands slow and hard over Ethan’s lower back. Maybe his hands shouldn’t slide under Ethan’s shirt, rubbing over the soft, moist skin, feeling the hard knots and tangles of muscle. Maybe his hands shouldn’t climb higher, reaching Ethan’s shoulders, slowly, softly, applying more pressure.

Fuck the maybes. This was meant to be.

Crow could feel it deep down, this moment was supposed to happen and it was supposed to be with Ethan. He couldn’t tell why or how this had even come to pass, but he was ready to explore it and he needed to know if Ethan was too.

“Ethan,” Crow said, his voice soft.

“Let me turn over.”

His request was surprising, but completely welcome. Crow climbed off Ethan. Ethan rolled onto his side and pulled his shirt off, revealing a picturesque sight of a rippling back, turning over fully to show off his sexy as sin chest, covered in a light dusting of dark hair that immediately had Crow’s mouth watering.

And then Crow’s eyes drifted lower, past the happy trail, and almost fell out of his skull in surprise. Ethan was rock hard, his cock throbbing against his shorts, creating a visible tent that had Crow going weak in the knees. He almost forgot what they had been doing in the first place. His mind went blank, honing in on the slab of man meat that had been laid out before him. Nothing else was processing. Luckily, he found himself seconds before his frozen-self became awkward. He licked his lips, subconsciously, and started massaging Ethan’s forearm, trying hard not to drool on the man.

“Mhmm,” Ethan groaned, his eyes shut as his body became jello in Crow’s hands. He moved from one arm to the other, moving to the chest, squeezing and kneading and working harder and harder, encouraged by the groans of pleasure. All the while, both of them harder than steel. Crow was ready to tear his shorts off, the pressure almost becoming too intense to bear.

All he could see was lust. Crow stopped massaging Ethan and climbed onto the bed again. He moved so that he could straddle Ethan who still kept his eyes shut as Crow tightened his thighs around him. Crow lowered himself, angling his hips so that both of their hard dicks rubbed over the other through the thin gym shorts, their heat rolling off each other in waves. He leaned down lower, lower. Their faces inches apart. Crow moved in, their lips meeting once again, and once again, their connection exploding a hundred fold. He could physically feel something stir inside him. Crow had never had a kiss like the one he shared with Ethan, and it wasn’t just one kiss either. The kiss at the bar felt the same way. Two for two.

Ethan’s hands came up to grip Crow’s hips as he pushed his upward, rubbing his cock harder against Crow’s. Crow moaned into Ethan’s mouth as their tongues displayed their unbridled passion. Crow could feel Ethan’s stubble on his face, and he fucking loved it. Just as much as he loved feeling Ethan’s fingers dig into his sides, making him gyrate harder down onto him.

Crow was ready to go all the way. He knew he’d never be able to explain it, but there was something in that moment that told him Ethan Winter was a man who he wasn’t supposed to let get away.

Ethan’s hands moved from Crow’s hips, sliding under the waistband of his shorts, and then squeezing on Crow’s ass, pulling him down even harder, their kiss becoming all the more consuming, the heat in the small hotel room ready to set fire to the thin white curtains. Crow groaned in pleasure as Ethan slipped a finger between his cheeks, feeling himself pulse harder in his shorts. He had to take them off. He needed to feel skin on skin. Cock on cock.

Crow reached down and tugged at his shorts. Ethan continued squeezing his ass, smiling as he looked up into Crow’s eyes. That was it. The moment the both of them understood that this went far beyond a simple hook-up in a crummy hotel room. Way past a three-month cross country tour. This was something that neither of them could fully comprehend but both of them could fully respect. In that moment, they knew they were tied together for a very, very long time.

That was also when two loud knocks froze them both in their horned up tracks.