Over dinner Ethan and Chris continued to talk. “So describe him to me.” Chris demanded.
“I’d say he was about six-two, maybe two-hundred-fifteen pounds, and even his muscles had muscles. His hair was dark brown and he had grey eyes.” He said with a wistful tone in his voice. Chris snickered. “What’s so funny?” He demanded.
In a sing-song voice, Chris replied, “E-than’s in lo-ove.”
“So not happening, little brother. However, I suspect that if this Ryan guy were to flash his dick in front of your face you’d be bent over with your pants around your ankles quicker n’ shit.” Chris teased.
“Like that’s ever gonna happen,” Ethan’s voice was tinged with resignation.
“Hey, you never know.”
“Come on, look at me. Nobody that hot would even give me a second glance.”
“And why not?”
“I’m not a skinny, blond-haired, blue-eyed twenty-something model with twenty-thousand credits worth of dental work. I also don’t strip and throw myself down on my back with my legs in the air at the snap of any cute guy’s fingers. Two major strikes against me.”
“Is the gay community that superficial?”
“Around here? Guys my age? Hell to the yeah. Not to mention the fact that our parents pushed me out of a hovercraft right over a hundred-foot ugly tree and made sure I hit every branch on the way down.”
Here we go again with the self-esteem issues. Fucking Patrick really did a number on him. I wanna find that cocksucker, cut off his dick, stuff it and shove it up his ass dry! Chris thought vehemently. Aloud he said, “I thought we were past all this.”
“Patrick dumped me for a guy a lot skinnier and better looking than me. What does that say?”
“That he was a superficial ass-wipe and he couldn’t see what a great person you are and what a great thing you two had. Forget about that dick stain. He isn’t even worth using as a cum rag. You can and will do so much better.”
“Wow. Don’t hold back. Tell me how you really feel about him. Seriously, dude. Let it all hang out.” Ethan’s sarcasm generator was set on nuclear.
“All I’m saying is give yourself a break. Who knows where it will lead.”
“I don’t even know if he’s gay, let alone interested in me.”
“Well there’s one way to find out.”
After sitting on the edge of the pier for a while trying to clear his head of thoughts of Ryan, he finally gave up and hit the shop to bury himself in his much-loved hobby/work. Deep in concentration, he almost missed the noise of something he didn’t recognize. Whirling around; he took one look at Ryan and passed out. Ryan jumped to catch him as he fell. “Not again,” he muttered.
Regaining consciousness a few seconds later and realizing he was on the floor with his head in Ryan’s lap, he groaned and looked up at Ryan. “Who are you?”
“I’m Ryan. Remember we met the other day when I came in to ask you about your restoration work?”
“No, I mean who are you? Why can’t I get you out of my mind?” Ethan asked, bewildered.
“Probably for the same reason I can’t get you out of my mind.” Ryan bent down and brushed his lips across Ethan’s. Ethan responded by grabbing the back of Ryan’s neck and deepening the kiss, opening his mouth to invite Ryan’s tongue to come out to play. This goes against all temporal laws regarding interaction with people from the past, but I don’t care.
Before either man fully understood what was happening between them, they were naked in Ethan’s bed, Ryan deep in Ethan’s body.
A couple of hours later Ethan woke up to feel Ryan’s beautiful body spooned up against him. I could easily get used to this. It feels so good waking up next to him. Snuggling closer to him, Ethan felt the tip of Ryan’s erection pressed against his entrance. If I just… A few seconds of squirming and Ryan was once again buried to the hilt.
That feels so good I could stay like this forever. Ethan rolled onto his stomach taking Ryan with him. Spreading his legs caused Ryan to slide in deeper. When Ryan just lay across his back, he took matters into his own hands, holding onto Ryan’s hips as he ground into him. Ryan finally got with the program and pounded into Ethan until he shot a huge load into him.
Finally softening, Ryan slipped out of Ethan’s body and rolled off him onto his back. With a deep sigh he threw his arm up over his eyes as Ethan snuggled in close, resting his head on Ryan’s chest and started playing with his chest hair. “Jesus, what did you do to me? I never let anyone bareback me and come inside me, let alone do it twice.”
“Shhh. It’s okay, baby. I’m clean and I’ll do whatever I need to do to prove it to you.”
Ethan sat up abruptly. “But I’m NOT clean. I’m HIV positive. I probably just infected you.” He turned and swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the floor. “I probably just infected you.” He repeated, whispering. “I don’t know why I allowed you to bareback me. It’s like I had no control, no choice. I had to do it.”
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