Chapter Eight | Daniel

Waking up with Ethan in my arms was like a dream. He was such a soft sleeper, barely making a sound. If it hadn't been for the weight on me, I wouldn't have known he was there.

Last night hadn't been the sex I'd dreamed of having with him, but it had been what I'd been ready for. I appreciated that Ethan hadn't pushed me to go further.

I slipped out from beneath him. He mumbled but didn't wake. It was likely he rarely had the opportunity to sleep in. I wasn't going to disturb him. After I'd licked him clean, he'd trapped me on the bed and used his tongue to lash all over my stomach, savoring our combined release.

We probably needed a shower. I had sticky marshmallows in my hair. I'm sure Ethan did too. Plus, I'd messed up the only pants he said he'd brought with him with my smore-covered hands.

There was only one solution to that.

I'd be suggesting he spend the weekend wearing only pairs of panties so I could see every seductive outline of him, his ass crack, and his beautiful cock.

I pulled on some clothes, headed for the kitchen, and started some coffee. I was sitting drinking a cup, reading a book, when Ethan wandered out of the bedroom in the nude.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I said as I admired him. I'd never felt so lucky in my life. This fabulous man had chosen me to share himself with. Not just his body—but something deeper.

I'd felt it .

The feeling had built as we were doing mundane things yesterday. I felt so incredibly close to him. Like we'd known each other for most of our lives. Maybe in some cosmic way, we had.

"Coffee," Ethan muttered and banged around pouring himself a cup. He collapsed on the bench seating beside me, heavy slumber still clinging to his eyelids.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

He looked up at me and gave me the cockiest smile. "Always sleep well after incredible sex."

Incredible?

That was an exaggeration. I'm sure he'd had better sex with other men. We'd just rubbed off on each other. But my atoms had nearly separated as he whimpered and came beneath me.

I rose from the seating area. "I'll make us some breakfast. Bacon and eggs?"

"Perfect." He slurped down a gulp of coffee, looking like he was about to immerse himself in it with a snorkel. He moved to get up. "I'll go put on some clothes."

I touched his shoulder. "Wait." My heart fluttered. Did I dare ask for what I wanted? I ran my fingers up his jawline to his hair. He moaned and tipped his head into my touch. "Unless we decide to go outside this camper, I'd like it if you only wore panties this weekend."

There … I'd said it.

That perked Ethan up. He grinned at me. "I'd be into that. Are you sure you don't want me naked instead? Easy access." He released a shuddering breath; the thought excited him.

"I like a bit of mystique. Peeks at where I want to run my tongue."

Ethan rose to his feet and crowded against me, his breath tickling my throat.

"I can be your very good boy if you want. "

I want.

"Start by putting on a pair of your panties."

Ethan gave me a light kiss. "Yes, Daddy."

Jeezus, that made me hard—those words—because they came from Ethan.

I had just started the bacon when Ethan re-emerged from the bedroom. He was wearing red lace, a different pattern from before, the legs slightly longer, like cycling shorts.

And his cock was semi-hard.

I could see it clearly through the lace. "Turn around." Ethan spun, presenting me with his ass. Within that visible crease lay secrets I hoped I'd find the courage to explore.

I walked up behind him, one arm around his waist, the other caressing his cock. He rested his head back against my shoulder and sighed. The more I stroked his cock, the more needy the sounds became. "I love the sounds you make." I kissed the curl of his ear.

"I can't stop myself when I'm with you."

"You'll keep them special for me?" Even though the thought of Ethan with other men turned me on, I wanted aspects of his response to intimate touch to be all to myself.

"Locked in a little box." He grabbed my thigh. "You'll have the only key."

My heart pattered hard. We were interrupted as the smell of cooking bacon filled the camper. I kissed Ethan's shoulder. "I'll keep it safe … but right now, the bacon is calling."

Ethan groaned and sank onto the bench seating. "I am hungry."

"One egg or two?"

"Two. Over easy, please."

I focused on what I was doing, struggling to keep my mind from straying into the reality that Ethan was sitting in my camper in a pair of lace panties—hot for me.

I managed to plate everything and set it on the table .

Ethan picked up a piece of bacon. "How often do you go camping?"

"Every couple of weeks starting in May." I squirted some ketchup onto my plate. "Sometimes April if the weather is nice." The eggs were perfect, the yolk running onto the plate.

"I guess you camped a lot with your family."

I smiled, remembering. "The kids loved it. Riding their bikes all over the campground."

"Your wife?"

"She tolerated it." I laughed. "Barely."

Ethan rubbed his hand up my thigh to the crease of my groin, his fingers dusting across my soft cock behind my jeans. "I'm liking it more and more by the minute."

"Behave."

Ethan pouted at me and went back to eating. Finished, he leaned back in his seat. He ran his finger through the remnants of egg yolk on his plate. I'm sure I stopped breathing when he took that same finger and slowly circled his nipples, transferring the egg to his skin.

"Oops." He stuck his finger in his mouth.

"You are so bad," I finally choked out.

He gave me a smirk. "But in a good way." He scrambled to his knees on the seat and shuffled closer to me, took my head in both hands and guided me to suck on his nipples.

If I had any food left on my plate, I forgot about it.

"Back to the bedroom with you." I clapped my hands on his ass and squeezed his cheeks. Ethan pulled away from me, climbed down, and swayed his hips in a way that turned my dick to hardened steel as he sashayed his way down the hallway.

I dispensed with my clothes in the kitchen and joined him in the bedroom. He was stretched out on the bed, grinding his ass into the mattress, and biting his lower lip as he watched me .

I'd never wanted anyone so badly.

I wasn't sure where to start. I decided on his lips, covering them with mine and trying my best to crawl inside him. I wanted to become one with him, but I was apprehensive.

I dragged my lips along his jaw to the soft lobe of his ear, sucking and teasing.

I'm certain I growled, "I want to fuck you."

"Yes … please, yes." Ethan jammed his hands into my hair and undulated his body, his hips pressed against mine. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me closer with his heels.

"You'll need to guide me through."

Ethan held my face in one hand. "Of course." He looked from side to side. "Do you have lube and condoms in one of these cabinets?"

I had planned ahead. Inside one bedside table was what we needed, including some toys that had caught my interest in an adult sex store. I had hoped Ethan's playful personality would transfer to the bedroom. Judging by that egg routine, I had guessed correctly.

The seductive intensity in his eyes when I returned was anything but playful.

He squirmed and reached for me.

"Command me," he said as he raked his fingers down my chest. "I'll suggest what you need to do when needed."

My cock bobbed, hungry for the beautiful man asking me to take control of him. I'm certain all the blood left my brain. After a second, it came back online.

I could play this game.

"Are these panties favourites of yours?"

Ethan's chest rose and fell in short gasps. He shook his head and bent his knees, drawing them to his chest. I needed in. Taking hold of the lacy fabric, I dug my fingers in and pulled .

Ripping a wide hole in them.

"Yes …," Ethan hissed and quivered. "That's it."

I kissed his ankle. "Direct me."

"Get the lube. I want to feel your fingers inside me."

I moved quickly, popping the lid, and coating my fingers in lube. One hand on his leg to hold him, I used my thumb on the other to sweep circles around his hole. Ethan whined and shifted his ass back and forth, urging me to penetrate him. I slid my forefinger in, and he moaned sweetly.

I watched my finger as I moved it in and out of his body, disappearing and then reappearing after reveling in the warmth that surrounded it each time.

"More," he whimpered.

I added a second finger, soon followed by a third. More lube. Pumping until Ethan pleaded with me to stop before he came. I ripped the ragged hole in his panties more, so his hard cock was set free. I teased him with my lubed fingers, toying with his flushed glans.

He clamped his jaw shut. I could see the muscles working to control it as he restrained himself from telling me to stop again.

"Good boy."

He whimpered and his gaze pleaded with me.

My cock was aching, so tight, it bordered on painful. I tore open a wrapper and rolled a condom into place, then slicked it up. Each stroke of my hand brought me closer.

I wasn't sure how long I'd last.

"Yes." Ethan grasped my shoulder as I pressed my dick to his hole. "You're going to make me feel so good." He dug his fingernails into my flesh as I pushed forward.

Euphoria struck like a rogue electrical surge as Ethan's body clamped down around my cockhead and then encased my shaft in soft velvety warmth until I was seated inside him. Every second of it, we wouldn't have been able to tear the focus of our gaze from one another.

Ethan's thick lashes fluttered as he licked his lips.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

I started slowly, and then my body took over, plunging into him, plundering him the way I knew he wanted. The mattress creaked and compressed with each thrust and the camper filled with guttural sounds of pleasure. Ethan moaned and shouted my name at top volume.

"Fuck me, Daniel! That's it! Daniel! Yes! Yes! Oh, my God! Yes!"

I didn't care who heard us. Ethan was wild and he was in my bed. With me. And we were submerged in a deep ocean of intense pleasure. Pleasure I'd never felt before.

In between his spurts of vocalization, Ethan's mouth would drop open, expelling bursts of air. In those moments, his gaze would fix on mine. And something would pass between us.

This was more than just fucking.

I could feel it in my soul.

Ethan gripped my neck with both hands. "I want to cum."

His eyes sought my approval.

I descended on him with a brief but commanding kiss. "Go ahead. Cum for me."

"Yes!" Ethan dipped his head back, his back arched, and his channel clamped down hard around my cock in rolling shockwaves of life-limiting passion.

My whole damned world spun off kilter then snapped back, perfectly balanced.

This is it.

This is what joining with someone is supposed to feel like.

I lost my grasp on sanity and filled the condom as Ethan coated himself in his cum .

It took us a while to slow down. As I lay on him, I could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the rapid rhythm colliding with mine. Ethan traced his fingers up and down my spine, close to tickling but not quite. It felt good. Like he was trying to maintain the essence of our coupling.

"That feels nice," I whispered against his damp riotous hair.

"Did the rest of it feel nice?"

I chuckled. "What do you think? That was honestly transcendent."

Ethan's hands stopped moving. "I was worried."

"About what?"

"That you wouldn't like it."

I lifted onto my elbows so I could see his face. "How could I not like it? I'm here with you because I want to be." I stroked his jaw with my fingers. "You've unearthed things in me I never knew existed. You've captured me and set me free all at once." I moved to his lips, fascinated, absorbing their delicate warmth. "You're the reason I'm here … taking this massive step. Because I trust you. And I want to be with you." I pressed a longing kiss onto his cheek, ready to express where my mind was taking me. "Truthfully, I never want to stop."

Ethan brushed his fingers through my hair. "Can we stay in this camper forever?"

I laughed. "Might need supplies at some point."

"Bah." Ethan smiled at me. "Real life sucks."

"We have the rest of the weekend before we have to go back to it."

Ethan nudged me until I rolled onto my back. He nestled in at my side and threw his leg over mine, his hand immediately on my chest, his fingers playing with the hair I had considered waxing for this weekend. I'm glad I didn't. Touching it seemed to relax Ethan .

"I don't want to leave this bed," I said and kissed his forehead.

"The sheets will get full of crumbs if we eat in here."

"I don't care."

"The other pair of panties I brought is a sexy, black little G-string."

I laughed. "Then we're definitely getting up to eat."

Ethan nuzzled against me. "Tell me I'm a good boy."

I hugged him to me and hummed against his hair. "You're the best boy."

Ethan snuggled closer. It wasn't long until he was asleep. I vowed to give him everything he needed from me. It was the least I could do for the man who had changed my life.

I fussed with the salad in Derek's kitchen as best I could while not entirely sure where I was going to find the salad tongs this time around. My son's home had gone from pristine to them holding on for dear life. Having two older children introduced into their home when they had no experience with children had been an adjustment. Lucy and Cara were nine and eleven.

"Lucy," I held out my hand as she raced around the corner. "Tongs?"

She shrugged and carried on, the newest addition to their family, a Golden Retriever puppy chasing after her, it's floppy feet almost tripping it up.

"What are you looking for, Grandad?"

"Tongs, Cara. They're not in the drawer."

"Did you check the dishwasher?" She popped open the door on it, rolled the top tray out, and lifted a glass. Hidden beneath a row of them were the metal tongs. I'd missed them when I looked.

"Maybe your eyes aren't so good anymore," Cara said.

"My eyes are fine. It's my common sense that's failing with age. "

"You're not old, Dad." Derek patted my shoulder as he walked past me.

I chuffed out a laugh. If I wasn't old, why had a weekend with Ethan nearly crippled me? Granted, we'd overdone it. Even Ethan had complained about being sore.

The games, the toys—it had been the most seductive weekend of my life.

I attacked the salad, mixing in the dressing. My soul had deflated as I watched Ethan disappear into his apartment building on Sunday with promises of seeing each other again soon.

"You're looking wistful again," Derek's husband, Michael, said to me.

"Yeah, Dad … what's up?"

"I'll tell you after dinner." I'd decided to share some of what was going on in my life with Derek and Michael. Ethan had become precious to me. I wanted my family to know I had found someone special. They worried about me. They didn't like that I was alone.

The atmosphere around the dinner table was boisterous as we ate together. Rufus, the oversized ball of puppy fluff hadn't learned about not begging at the table. And the girls weren't helping in that regard, handing food down to him when their dads weren't looking.

I let them know I was watching them … which made them giggle.

Come 7 pm, the girls were herded up to their rooms for quiet reading time, whereby we adults had a moment to breathe. Derek brought a second bottle of wine into the living room.

I sat in my usual chair near the window, reclining with my feet up.

"Okay," Michael said. "What's up, Daniel? "

I grinned. To be honest, I was giddy to tell them about Ethan.

"I met someone," I started.

"Ah," Derek replied nodding. "Now, it makes sense. All the dreamy looks."

"Tell us about her," Michael said.

I took a sip of my wine. "What if I told you, it isn't a her? "

Derek coughed and clapped his hand over his mouth to keep wine from escaping. Michael patted his back until he recovered. Derek raised his eyebrows at me. "What?"

"I'm seeing a man." And I was damned proud of it.

"Since when are you gay, Dad?"

"I'm not. I'm bisexual."

"Um … original questions. What? And since when?"

"Always. My bisexuality just never came up before."

"Does Mom know?"

"No. And please don't tell her yet. About any of it."

Michael put his hand on Derek's thigh. "Are you going to tell us about him?"

Where to start?

"His name is Ethan. And right off … he's gorgeous."

"Good start," Michael prompted me forward.

"He's intelligent and funny and so full of joy all the time." I gripped my wine glass. "He owns a fabulous coffee shop. It caters to the community. He's made it an incredible success. He went to Paris to study as a pastry chef. Makes all his own baked goods. And he's thoughtful and he's kind. So good with his staff and the way he talks about his friends. He listens, even when I'm talking about work. Remembers everything. Oh, and he wears the craziest shirts—"

Derek laughed. "Okay, so you're taken with this man."

I shook my head. "More than taken with him. Ethan is completely under my skin." It was true. I couldn't get him off my mind. It had only been three days since we'd been together, but it felt like a million. We talked to each other on the phone every night. Texted throughout the day.

I took a sip of my wine. "I took him camping with me last weekend."

"Oh, wow," Michael replied. "An overnighter. How long have you been seeing him?"

"Just a couple of weeks."

"But it feels right?" Derek asked.

"I couldn't have imagined anyone this special. We had a wonderful time."

Michael snorted. "I don't want to know details."

Derek smiled at me. "It looks good on you, Dad. When do we get to meet him?"

"I want to keep him to myself for a while longer."

Michael nodded. "Fair enough."

"Papa," Cara shouted from the top of the stairs. "Rufus is throwing up."

I chuckled. "Might have to do with all the food they gave him under the table."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Oh … are you serious?" He leapt to his feet alongside his husband, and they raced upstairs to deal with dog vomit.

I enjoyed my wine; glad my days of children were behind me. Then I thought of Ethan. What if he wanted kids? He was still a young man. It wouldn't be unreasonable.

My heart raced.

If we continued, there would be some difficult conversations ahead of us.

We were at different stages in our lives.

His smile floated into my mind.

Anything.

Already, I'd be willing to give Ethan anything.

I'd been right.

We had soared together.