“Come for me, E. Fuck me till you come.”
Ethan did as Beau requested, pounding hard, his hips slamming against Beau, his cock lodging deeper. The bed shaking from the intensity of his thrusting. Had he not been so immersed in the sensation, he might’ve worried that the bed was going to come apart.
“Fuck yes!” Beau growled. “Coming!”
And with that, Ethan followed him right over.
When Ethan awoke a short time later, his bedroom was dark except for the dim yellow light sweeping out from the open bathroom door. Glancing over, he noticed Beau still sleeping soundly beside him. He had to lean up to look over Beau’s massive form just to see the clock on the nightstand.
Eight forty-five.
At night.
Ethan couldn’t believe they’d been asleep for four hours.
Then again, after that last round, he kinda could.
The intensity of their kiss had morphed into a conflagration that had consumed them both as soon as their bodies hit the bed.
And it had been phenomenal. Something Ethan intended to repeat in the very near future.
But shortly thereafter, as soon as Ethan managed to dispose of the condom, they’d both fallen asleep holding one another, unable to conjure up enough energy to make it downstairs for food although they’d certainly worked up an appetite.
Figuring Beau would likely be hungry when he woke up, Ethan slipped out of the bed, grabbed a pair of shorts from one of the drawers in his dresser and made his way downstairs, flipping on lights as he went.
He didn’t waste time getting to work in the kitchen, one of his favorite things to do. Especially when he was at home. Not many people knew of his passion for cooking, nor did he usually cook for just anyone other than himself. But suddenly he had an overwhelming urge to cook for Beau.
Strange that.
Although it was nine o’clock at night and not in the morning, Ethan retrieved all of the ingredients necessary to make homemade southern biscuits and went to work mixing everything together. Once they were cut and sitting on the pan, he shoved the pan in the pre-heated oven and then went to work on the eggs, bacon and sausage. Keeping in mind that he wasn’t cooking for one, he tripled his normal ingredients and got to work.
He had just retrieved the pan of biscuits from the oven and was relocating them to a plate when he heard Beau’s footsteps on the stairs. He tried not to appear nervous when the big man loomed in the doorway, wearing nothing but his jeans and a smile.
Lord have mercy the guy was stunning.
Smiling smoothly, he didn’t look up when he said, “Sleep well?”
“You should’ve woke me up.”
“I was planning to. When everything was ready.” Nodding toward one of the bar stools, he motioned for Beau to have a seat as he slid one of the sausage and cheese omelets onto a plate, adding some sliced strawberries and a handful of blueberries to the plate. He tossed two biscuits and several slices of bacon on one of the plates and pushed it over to Beau.
“I hope you like breakfast for dinner.”
“I like breakfast anytime,” Beau reassured him, his smile large and genuine.
“Good. We’re gonna get along just fine,” Ethan blurted before realizing exactly what he’d said. Turning away briskly, he went to work preparing a second plate before joining Beau at the bar.
“This is delicious,” Beau said quietly when he began eating. Ethan hadn’t realized Beau had been waiting for him, but he was flattered. Having spent almost a year with Blake, Ethan had come to expect remarkably little respect and the fact that Beau hadn’t consumed all of his food before Ethan even sat down was strangely satisfying.
It didn’t take either of them long to scarf down everything on their plates, including two large glasses of orange juice. When Ethan moved to do the dishes, Beau came up from behind and wrapped his arms around him.
“You cooked. I’ll clean.”
“My house, I’ll clean,” Ethan argued, but didn’t try to pull away.
“Don’t make me take you to the floor, Walker,” Beau growled in his ear, sending sparks of awareness shooting over every inch of his skin.
He wanted to challenge Beau to do just that but thought better of it. Instead, he pulled away and put his plate in the sink before making his way back to the refrigerator for more juice. When he returned, he hefted himself up on the counter close to where Beau was working at the sink and watched him.
Ethan sensed Beau was thinking about something. Part of him wanted to pry and ask him to spill it. The other part wanted to let it be. They’d already achieved plenty of milestones for one day, spilling their guts to one another probably wasn’t in his best interest.