was really stupid of me, and I don’t usually do things like that. You just… I don’t know, Ethan. Something about you makes me take chances that I don’t ever take.”
Ethan leaned forward and put his forehead against Riley’s. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Me neither,” Riley mumbled, but apparently he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. “I never talk about shit, Ethan. I just stay quiet and play my game. But I’m not doing that. Not with you. I’m sorry for not telling you. I know it was the wrong thing to do.”
Ethan stared at him for a long moment and then said, “Am I hearing you right, Hunter, because it sounds like what you’re saying is that there are feelings involved, here. With us.”
Riley felt something tight begin to loosen in his chest. “That’s what I’m saying.” He tried to kiss Ethan, but Ethan was as wound up as Riley had ever seen him. “Is everything okay?”
“No? I mean. Obviously I have some… uh. Feelings for you too.” Ethan’s face was bright red, but Riley didn’t think it was just from anger. “We’re talking about my daddy issues and your emotional insecurity, Riley. What about this sounds okay?”
“I’m glad it’s not just me?” Riley tried to smile. His lip hurt. “I don’t see how you laugh when people hit you in the face.”
“’Cause I get to hit them back,” Ethan muttered. His eyes were still wide. “I’m not sure I’m going to be very good at this whole… feelings thing.”
“I’m not sure I will be either.” Riley slid his fingers over Ethan’s jaw, his mouth. “We could ignore it for right now and go back to the thing we’re good at, if that makes you feel better.”
Ethan raised his eyebrows. “You want me on my knees, don’t you?”
“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” Riley said, and then lost his breath entirely when Ethan dropped to his knees in front him. “Ethan—”
“Hey.” Ethan looked up at him, defiant and gorgeous, a fighter from the tip of his head to the soles of his Doc Martens. He braced his palms on Riley’s thighs. “I’m good with you calming me down with sex, Riley. Don’t question it. Trust me. Let me in .”
Riley put his head back against the wall and groaned. “Oh my God. What have I done?”
“Too late. And if you ask me if I’m doing this as a thank-you for your paying our rent, I will bite your dick off.” Ethan worked at his jeans, making Riley’s breath catch and his cock harden, but he looked up at Riley and said a little nervously, “I know how bad you want this. What if it’s not any good?”
Riley reached down and got his pants off, freed himself from his underwear and grabbed Ethan by the back of the neck. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. You’re always good. I’ve liked everything so far. Haven’t I?”
“Yeah. But you’re kind of an enigma, Riley.” Ethan opened his mouth tentatively and carefully licked Riley’s cock. Like he was delicately trying to discern the flavor of an unknown lollipop—that was very possibly on fire.
It made Riley hiss softly. “See? I liked that. Try it again. I’m a guy, Ethan, I like blow jobs. That can’t be that hard to figure out.”
“Shh.” Ethan put his hand around Riley’s cock and then said, “Screw it. I’m in this,” and slid his mouth over Riley’s cock.
Riley moaned as Ethan’s tongue rubbed the bottom of his dick. “Oh, fuck,” Riley groaned, his hand tightening on Ethan’s neck. “Fuck.”
Ethan slowly pulled back, then leaned forward again. He tried sucking, which made Riley twitch, because it actually kind of tickled.
Ethan was intent on what he was doing, but that didn’t mean he stopped talking. “Do you like this? What about this? Oh, should I…? No, wait. Okay, just let me try something.” Ethan looked determined, like Riley’s dick was his newest opponent. Which wasn’t a very comfortable thought until Ethan took him in his mouth and leaned forward
Ethan leaned forward and put his forehead against Riley’s. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Me neither,” Riley mumbled, but apparently he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. “I never talk about shit, Ethan. I just stay quiet and play my game. But I’m not doing that. Not with you. I’m sorry for not telling you. I know it was the wrong thing to do.”
Ethan stared at him for a long moment and then said, “Am I hearing you right, Hunter, because it sounds like what you’re saying is that there are feelings involved, here. With us.”
Riley felt something tight begin to loosen in his chest. “That’s what I’m saying.” He tried to kiss Ethan, but Ethan was as wound up as Riley had ever seen him. “Is everything okay?”
“No? I mean. Obviously I have some… uh. Feelings for you too.” Ethan’s face was bright red, but Riley didn’t think it was just from anger. “We’re talking about my daddy issues and your emotional insecurity, Riley. What about this sounds okay?”
“I’m glad it’s not just me?” Riley tried to smile. His lip hurt. “I don’t see how you laugh when people hit you in the face.”
“’Cause I get to hit them back,” Ethan muttered. His eyes were still wide. “I’m not sure I’m going to be very good at this whole… feelings thing.”
“I’m not sure I will be either.” Riley slid his fingers over Ethan’s jaw, his mouth. “We could ignore it for right now and go back to the thing we’re good at, if that makes you feel better.”
Ethan raised his eyebrows. “You want me on my knees, don’t you?”
“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” Riley said, and then lost his breath entirely when Ethan dropped to his knees in front him. “Ethan—”
“Hey.” Ethan looked up at him, defiant and gorgeous, a fighter from the tip of his head to the soles of his Doc Martens. He braced his palms on Riley’s thighs. “I’m good with you calming me down with sex, Riley. Don’t question it. Trust me. Let me in .”
Riley put his head back against the wall and groaned. “Oh my God. What have I done?”
“Too late. And if you ask me if I’m doing this as a thank-you for your paying our rent, I will bite your dick off.” Ethan worked at his jeans, making Riley’s breath catch and his cock harden, but he looked up at Riley and said a little nervously, “I know how bad you want this. What if it’s not any good?”
Riley reached down and got his pants off, freed himself from his underwear and grabbed Ethan by the back of the neck. “I don’t think you have to worry about that. You’re always good. I’ve liked everything so far. Haven’t I?”
“Yeah. But you’re kind of an enigma, Riley.” Ethan opened his mouth tentatively and carefully licked Riley’s cock. Like he was delicately trying to discern the flavor of an unknown lollipop—that was very possibly on fire.
It made Riley hiss softly. “See? I liked that. Try it again. I’m a guy, Ethan, I like blow jobs. That can’t be that hard to figure out.”
“Shh.” Ethan put his hand around Riley’s cock and then said, “Screw it. I’m in this,” and slid his mouth over Riley’s cock.
Riley moaned as Ethan’s tongue rubbed the bottom of his dick. “Oh, fuck,” Riley groaned, his hand tightening on Ethan’s neck. “Fuck.”
Ethan slowly pulled back, then leaned forward again. He tried sucking, which made Riley twitch, because it actually kind of tickled.
Ethan was intent on what he was doing, but that didn’t mean he stopped talking. “Do you like this? What about this? Oh, should I…? No, wait. Okay, just let me try something.” Ethan looked determined, like Riley’s dick was his newest opponent. Which wasn’t a very comfortable thought until Ethan took him in his mouth and leaned forward
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