Fragile Threads [boyxboy]

Chapter 3

“I can’t,” the voice admitted. “Not today. My parents will be home.”

Of course. The one time Ethan tried to initiate something, they couldn’t. He pursed his lips in disappointment. Maybe he was just better off at home jacking off for the night. Maybe he should get some sort of toy.

“I can tomorrow,” he promised.

“Alright,” Ethan sighed. Maybe he wouldn’t be so suddenly desperate if he had a night to calm down. After all, he still didn’t know this guy. He ended the phone call and ran to catch his bus.

***

“I was surprised you actually called me,” he teased playfully.

Ethan said nothing, just focusing on the feeling of the solidity of the blindfold come over his eyes. So maybe he had taken a peek of the bedroom, but it didn’t tell him anything about who was behind him.

“Lonely?” he asked, trailing a knuckle along Ethan’s jaw.

Ethan tried to suppress the shiver that followed. “No,” he answered through gritted teeth. He shouldn’t be reacting to this, he tried to tell himself. All of the sex drive he had had the day before was gone, but the back part of his brain wanted some connection. One that wasn’t fake, like it would be, if he were to date a girl.

Obviously this wasn’t Brent, he reminded himself. There wasn’t any reason to feel attraction.

“Ethan,” his voice was close, and low. “Was there something specific that you wanted today? This is about you, too.”

Ethan bit his lip. There were things he wanted to do, yes, but to bring himself to say everything he had wanted the day before? He couldn’t ask for that. “Can… you take your shirt off?” He just feel, right?

“Sure.” There was a pause and the drop of something on the floor. “Can I sit next to you on the bed, or is that going to freak you out?”

“You can,” Ethan murmured, feeling the bed dip next to him. “Can… I touch you? Nothing… just feel.”

He chuckled. “Sure, whatever you want.”

Ethan reached out to his side, his hand falling on warm skin. He splayed his hand out, feeling muscle. The body shifted under him, changing. Ethan frowned, trying to find his place again. He ran his hand down and out, feeling the sculpted shape of his chest. Oh, that was nice. Ethan put his other hand up, feeling the other pectoral muscle. He ran his hands lower—tight skin, solid muscle, and over sculpted abs. Very nice.

“Like that?” he asked, sounding pleased. He put his hand over Ethan’s dragging it back up to his chest. “Can I take your shirt off?”

Ethan hesitated. Fair trade, he figured. Not that he was anything impressive in comparison. Skin and bones. “Sure.”

“Arms up, then,” he warned, and Ethan felt the hem of his shirt being pulled up and over his head. “Am I allowed to touch?”

“There’s not much there to touch,” Ethan mumbled.

“Not to the eye,” he said, and Ethan felt a hand around his arm. “You have lean muscle. You could do to work on your arms more.” His hand ran inward, over Ethan’s chest. “Again, you have a little bit of muscle, just not as defined as mine.” His hand went down to his stomach. “Flat, no fat. You could get abs.”

Ethan shivered under the touch. His hands were warm, and big. It felt nice.

“We’re not the same, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like what I see,” he commented.

Hearing that did strange things to Ethan in the pit of his stomach. The hand drifted up again, over Ethan’s chest, more specifically over his nipple. A thumb circled there, making it stiffen and causing Ethan to shiver again.

“Lay down?” Ethan whispered. “On your back.”

The hand fell off his chest, and the bed sank and shifted. Ethan felt a guiding hand on his wrist to pull him over. Ethan found and sat across his legs, and placed his hands on His stomach. Ethan trailed down further, hands coming to meet pants. “Can I?”

“No problem.” His voice was rough.

Ethan smiled vaguely, his hands undoing the button and zipper. He slid one hand in, feeling a hot, hard shaft meet his fingers. Ethan licked his lips and pulled the mass out, stroking it up. Ethan felt a hand cup the back of his head, guiding him down. His lips met hot flesh, and his tongue darted out.

The taste was salty, but only added to the watering in his mouth.

“Tuck your lips over your teeth,” the voice above his head instructed lowly.

Ethan did so, sliding his mouth over the crown and slightly further. He stopped and ran his tongue along the underside. Ethan eased his mouth down further, feeling his jaw stretch slightly. He felt with his hands how much was left and cupped the heavy balls underneath. Ethan sucked gently, hearing a swear word issued above. He did the same thing only once more before his head was pulled back.

“F*ck,” the guy hissed.

“I didn’t really do much,” Ethan complained.

“Doesn’t matter,” he groaned, the bed shaking slightly. He was finishing himself off. A deep groan followed, and the legs under Ethan tensed. “Want me to return the favor?” he offered.

“Um, sure,” Ethan admitted. Hands grabbed his hips, and he was rolled over onto his back. His pants were undone, and in an instant there was a mouth covering swallowing him down.

Ethan gasped and arched off the bed, only to firmly be held down by those hands. A tongue ran along the underside, making Ethan squirm. “Stop,” Ethan pleaded. “I’m going to—”

He didn’t stop, and Ethan was soon spilling into his mouth. Ethan felt shaky afterwards, collapsing down into the bed. “I told you to stop.”

“You didn’t really mean it,” he teased. “Besides, I didn’t mind.”

“Well then, who says I wanted to stop?” Ethan bit back. “You made me stop.”

He heard a laugh, and then felt lips press over his. “Next time you don’t have to, then.”

Ethan reached out with his hands, seeking, and He pressed them to his chest. Ethan relaxed into the feel of warmth.