Page 38 of His Country

“Aiden, God baby, please. Please, can I touch you?”

He huffed against the teeth marks he left behind. “I’ll bury you on the back forty if you don’t.”

Ethan ripped open his belt. Must be a medical professional thing because his hands didn’t even shake when he unzipped his jeans. His hand was warm when he plunged it into his pants, cupping his cock in a way that made Aiden bunk like a bronc at the rodeo.

No one had ever touched him before, and it was like Ethan could sense it. His frantic groping turned soft. Gentle, barely there touches like he was trying to coax him, and every time Aiden gasped and shuddered, he kissed him. Dragged his attention back to those salvation lips before teasing him with sinner’s hands.

He teased up Aiden’s shaft, tickling under the head of his dick, teasing at the slit with his thumb with every upstroke. Between the warmth, the friction just this side of too dry, and the twist of his wrist Aiden was losing his mind.

His thighs shook as his orgasm built. It was embarrassingly quick. Aiden didn’t want it to end.

“I want—” he gasped, pressed to Ethan’s lips, breaths quick as he tried to convert feelings to thoughts.

“Anything,” Ethan promised.

“Want to see you. Touch you.” Aiden leaned back, fingers tracing along the waist of Ethan’s pants. Ethan took his hand and pressed it flat, slipping his fingers past fabric until they brushed against a wiry thatch of hair.

Everything was surreal. Like the contrast had been upped, colors muted and softened, his world narrowing down to just his fingertips and the electric connection from them to his dick. Hisheart rabbited against his chest as he finally got a hold of Ethan’s cock. It was thick and heavy, different than the way his own felt in his hand. He couldn’t explain why, and it made no sense, but it feltbetter.

His fingers curled against the velvety shaft, and he inhaled in wonder when he felt how hard he was. Ethan was hardbecause of him. Pumping slowly, he mapped out Ethan by touch. Found the sweet spots by shuddering gasps and rucking hips. Belatedly, Aiden realized he was teasing him, and he liked it. Liked the way Ethan seemed to be losing the control he always had such a tight grip on.

Then Ethan was yanking down their pants with a little shimmy and then their cocks were beside each other, touching, and it was like everything he’d ever known about pleasure had been a lie. A paltry treat in the face of a feast.

Ethan’s cock was longer than his, proud above a thatch of trimmed dark hair. There was a thick blue vein running along the underside and all Aiden could think wasI want to lick itthe moment he saw it, and it was such a foreign thought that he was left stupefied. Hand paused where it was loosely grasping Ethan’s shaft.

Aiden’s tip was wet and sensitive, leaking like it also wanted to lick that vein. Ethan ran his finger through it, letting the pad of his finger smear his precum like fingerpaints. Pleasure zinged through him and he curled inward, forehead dropping to Ethan’s shoulder. Hot breath rolled across his ear in a huff, a vicious little chuckle, right before he did it again.

Then Ethan wrapped those long, elegant fingers around both of their cocks and began to pump. Aiden gasped, hands flailing uselessly as he fought the urge to slam his hips forward, seeking more friction. He shifted and his dick dragged along Ethan’s, sliding slick across his skin, and he groaned.

Ethan buried his nose in Aiden’s hair. “Fuck, just when I thought you couldn’t get any prettier.”

No one had ever called him pretty, and Aiden didn’t have the bandwidth to ask him what he was talking about, not when he picked up momentum and did a little twist at the end and Aiden wasgone.

He cried out, voice slamming into the rafters as he came. It was different than his usual orgasms, where they started at his toes and crawled up his legs, exploding out of him. This was an implosion. It began as a little spark deep in his gut and then he shuddered, curling against Ethan before his entire body seemed to break apart.

Even his vision whited out as he breathed against Ethan’s neck, his entire body buzzing. For what seemed like forever, all he could do was breathe. His heart was beating so fast it was difficult to catch his breath. His limbs shook, fingertips numb as he slowly came back to himself. By the time he was able to catch his breath, he realized there was cum cooling on both of their stomachs and Ethan wasn’t faring any better.

His head was tipped back against the wall, eyes closed, sticky hands clinging to the sweaty skin on Aiden's back. Eyes bleary, Aiden was unable to life his head off Ethan’s shoulder. Twisting his head, lips smearing against his neck, he huffed.

“Need a cigarette?” he croaked, voice sounding like he’d crushed it under the tractor.

“Huh?” Ethan grunted, unsticking his hands from Aiden’s skin so he could wipe them off on his pants.

“Don’t people smoke after sex?” Aiden sounded a lot more confident than he felt. Really, he had no idea what he was talking about, it was just too easy when he was boneless like that. His jaw felt unhinged, unable to stop the post-nut thoughts from slipping past.

“Used to,” Ethan said as he lifted a hand to stroke Aiden’s cheek. “Told you I was quitting.”

Aiden hummed, leaning into Ethan’s touch. “Why?”

“You don’t like them.”

That had Aiden lifting his head. He wavered a little until Ethan’s big hands caught him by the hips. His head was still resting against the wall, but his eyes were open. He watched Aiden lazily, lips curled ever so slightly.

“Hoped you’d kiss me more if you didn’t mind the taste.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Seems like my dastardly plan worked.”

Aiden chewed his lip and looked away from Ethan. He didn’t know what to say to that. His mind was lagging from his orgasm, blood still hanging out in his downstairs brain. He’d never minded kissing Ethan before. The taste of nicotine wasn’t pleasant, but it was memorable. Lingering on his lips and in his mouth long after Ethan left him jelly legged and spluttering. But he couldn’t deny that he liked being able to taste Ethan with nothing but their morning breath between them.

He cringed as he rubbed his face. Aiden needed sleep if he was thinking like that.