Page 58 of His Country

“I haven’t allowed myself to fantasize or explore what I like and don’t like,” he began. Ethan nodded, eyes flicking to his lips and back to his eyes, like it was difficult to focus on what he was saying when his lips were right there for the kissing.

“I’d like to start figuring that out,” Aiden said firmly. “Right now.”

Ethan kissed him. In a way he hadn’t kissed him before. Firm and precise, like an artist carving something out of marble. Fallible, but shaping his desires into something so hard and unforgiving. Something old and shapeless, a hunk of rock the test of time hadn’t been able to shear off and yet here he was, with two lips and a patient heart, shaping Aiden into someone new.

And Aiden gave. He softened under Ethan’s touch and let him. It sounds so simple, to give in, and now that he’s done it, he had to wonder why he’d fought so hard against it.

They kissed until their shirts stuck to their skin from sweat and their hair stuck out at odd angles. Until the pressure in their pants was so urgent the slight friction they could find from grinding hips was more maddening than satisfying.

Ethan ripped off his pullover as they stumbled to their feet, wordlessly in agreement that they needed to get somewhere horizontal. And fast. Aiden worked on his shirt, yelping when Ethan’s fingers dug into his jeans. They fell to his knees, nearly tripping him as he flopped onto the bed. Ethan laughed, the bastard, as he extricated Aiden from his clothes.

“Cute,” he smirked.

“Fuck off.”

“And bitey.” Ethan kissed his navel. “Just my type.”

Aiden groaned, ready to kick him, but Ethan artfully dodged, sucking a bruise into his inner thigh that had his entire body contracting. Unlike last time, Ethan’s hands couldn’t stay still. They blazed a trail across Aiden’s skin, twisting and touching, scraping his nails just so he could kiss the little pink lines they left behind.

He looked like a wet dream, hovering over Aiden with his muscles taut. Long and lean, he covered him in the best way, jeans low in his hips to show off just a hint of wiry hair.

His tattoo contrasting against his skin, shifting with his muscles like a light show. Aiden’s mouth went dry when he saw it, the sudden urge to touch it, to touch all of Ethan, so strong that he grabbed the man by his biceps.

Hooking his legs around the vet, he flipped him like a steer. They ended up a little too close to the edge of the bed, but he got his knees on either side of Ethan’s hips and his hands splayed on his chest. He was unprepared for how vulnerable he felt, perched on Ethan’s legs naked except for his grey boxer briefs. Which did nothing to hide his erection straining against the fabric or the wet spot pooling at the front.

Rallying, Aiden fought the urge to curl in on himself until he saw the look on Ethan’s face. His eyes were bright, pupils so blown out he couldn’t see where the brown started and the black ended. A muscle worked in his jaw in a show of self-restraint.

Aiden did that.

Licking his lips, he leaned down. “You like that?” he kissed Ethan’s jaw, right over the twitching muscle. “Maybe next time I should bring some rope? Tie you. Think you could last more than six seconds?”

Ethan’s cock jumped under Aiden, fingers digging into his hips like claws. He groaned as Aiden nipped at the base of his throat and took his time exploring. Last time had been rushed, heady and in the moment. Aiden didn’t regret it. But this time he was determined to do more. To touch, find what he liked, brand his fingers into Ethan’s skin so he would always know where he belonged.

A smattering of chest hair tickled his lips as he kissed across Ethan’s chest. Not too thick, but patchy like it was growing more the older he got. Aiden liked that. His fingers traced alongEthan’s ribs, smiling against his skin as he gasped, hips jittering up against him.

His kisses had a goal, and as he made his way toward the destination, he found himself growing nervous. He’d never done this before. But he wanted to. More than he realized, he needed to put his mouth on Ethan’s cock.

Butterflies with razors on their wings fluttered in his stomach as he freed his cock from its denim prison. Heavy with desire, the ruddy tip curved toward Ethan’s navel. A bead of precum pooled on the tip. There was a thick vein running along his shaft, and Aiden remembered wanting to lick it before.

Swallowing, he breathed deeply, inhaling that musk that was just familiar enough to remind him of sex and his cock twitched in reflex. He was already so wet, dick mashed against him and staining his boxer briefs.

Sure fingers threaded their way through his hair, nails scraping along his skull just enough to ground him. Looking up, he caught Ethan’s eyes. Aiden wasn’t sure what to call the look on his face except forfond arousalbut whatever it was, it worked for him.

Wetting his lips, he tentatively licked at the shaft. It tasted the way it smelled, warm and rigid against his tongue. Experimentally, he twisted his head to try and find the best way to wrap his tongue around it. He knew he did something Ethan liked when those fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him like hands on the reins.

By the time he’d mapped every inch of his shaft, and the thick vein that Aiden loved to feel pulsing under his tongue, Ethan was breathless. His grunts punctuated the gasps and exhales, a symphony of pleasure and willpower. Aiden’s tongue curled around the spongy head, lips caressing the weeping slit. He lapped at the pre-cum, liking the way it clung to the back of histhroat. He searched for more, wrapping his lips around it and sucking his cock down until it hit the back of his throat.

He coughed and spluttered but didn’t give up his hard-won treat. Determined, he clung to Ethan’s thighs, feeling the tickle of his leg hairs on his palm, as he slowly began figuring out the act of cock sucking.

Aiden wasn’t very good at it. But he liked it.

Even when tears clung to his lashes and he had to pause to breathe, he loved the heavy weight on his tongue. The way he would occasionally taste the pre cum dribbling from the tip. But mostly he loved the way Ethan cursed, his thighs shuddering under Aiden’s palms, or toes curled in the quilt.

It was probably too much to ask to get his lips all the way to the base. He could get close enough for the tips of wiry dark hair to tickle his lips before it was too much, he’d have to back off, cheeks hollowed and tongue swirling.

“Jesus fuck, Aiden, you’ve gotta—” Ethan yanked at his hair, pulling Aiden off with a pop. Aiden opened his eyes, not having realized he’d closed them. Ethan was staring at his face, mouth parted.

“Baby,” he breathed, hand dropping to caress cheeks sticky with spit and tears. “Do you like sucking dick that much?”