Chapter Three

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Ethan's breath hitched. The mattress dipped under Adrian's weight as the taller man leaned in, one knee braced between Ethan's thighs. The room smelled of cedar and clean linen, the only light a low amber glow from the bedside lamp that caught the sharp line of Adrian's jaw.

"I asked you a question," Adrian said, voice low, almost lazy. His fingers hovered at the hem of Ethan's shirt, not touching yet, just close enough that Ethan felt the heat of them.

Ethan swallowed hard, the alcohol still swam in his head, but the fear from the bathroom had burned off, replaced by something hotter. 

"You don't even know my name," he murmured, his voice was hoarse.

"Doesn't matter." Adrian said, his gaze flickering down to Ethan's mouth. "I just know what you need."

Ethan's laugh came out broken. "You think you can fuck my ex out of me?" He asked him. "Ridiculous."

Adrian's mouth curved, slow and sure. "Ridiculous? Well,  I think I can make you forget how to say his name."

He finally touched him, his palm sliding under the shirt, rough fingertips dragging over the skin of Ethan's stomach. 

Ethan's muscles jumped, the touch was possessive without being cruel, and it undid something tight behind his ribs. He reached up, fisted the front of Adrian's polo, and pulled him closer. Their mouths collided hard. 

Adrian tasted like whiskey and something else, something that made Ethan's head spin worse than the drinks itself. The kiss wasn't gentle, Adrian's teeth caught Ethan's lower lip, a sharp sting that turned into heat when Adrian licked over it. Ethan opened for him desperately and Adrian took, his tongue sliding deep, one of his large hands slide up to cup the back of Ethan's neck and hold him there.

Clothes came off in impatient tugs. Adrian's polo hit the floor while Ethan's shirt followed next. 

When Adrian's bare chest pressed against his, Ethan made a sound he didn't recognize, half gasp, half plea. Adrian's body was solid, scarred in places Ethan's fingers found and traced without thinking. The contrast of warm skin and old marks made something protective and hungry twist low in his gut.

Adrian pulled back just enough to look at him. "Still with me?"

Ethan nodded, breathing fast. "please don't stop."

Adrian's eyes darkened, he hooked his fingers in Ethan's belt loops and dragged the jeans down. Cool air hit Ethan's cock, already hard and leaking against his stomach. Adrian wrapped a hand around him, slow stroke from base to tip, thumb swiping the bead of wetness. 

Ethan's hips jerked. "Fuck," he whispered.

Adrian's mouth followed the path of his hand, hot and wet. He took Ethan deep on the first pass, no teasing, just steady suction that made Ethan's vision blur. 

One of Ethan's hands flew to Adrian's hair, the other gripping the sheets. Every pull of Adrian's mouth dragged a broken sound out of him. When Adrian pulled off with a wet pop and licked a stripe up the underside, Ethan's thighs shook.

"Turn over," Adrian whispered, his voice rough.

Ethan obeyed without thinking, rolling onto his stomach. Adrian's hands smoothed down his back, over the curve of his ass, spreading him. The first press of Adrian's tongue against his hole made Ethan bury his face in the pillow and moan. Adrian worked him open with thorough, filthy patience, tongue and then slick fingers, stretching him until Ethan was pushing back, begging without words.

When Adrian finally pushed inside, it was slow, giving Ethan time to adjust to the thick stretch. Ethan's fingers twisted in the sheets. The burn melted into pleasure as Adrian bottomed out, hips flush against Ethan's ass. Adrian's hand found Ethan's hip, holding him steady.

"Move," Ethan gasped.

Adrian did. Deep, rolling thrusts that knocked the air from Ethan's lungs. Every time Adrian bottomed out he hit the spot that made Ethan see white. The room filled with the sound of skin and breath and Ethan's broken moans. Adrian leaned down, chest to Ethan's back, mouth at his ear.

"Say my name," he ordered.

"I don't even know your name," Ethan whispered.

"Say Adrian!" 

"Adrian," Ethan tried, tasting the syllables. "Adrian."

Adrian's rhythm faltered for a second, then drove harder. One hand slid under Ethan to stroke his cock in time with the thrusts. 

"I'm going to cum." Ethan came with a choked cry, spilling over Adrian's fist, clenching around him. Adrian followed seconds later, teeth pressed to Ethan's shoulder, hips stuttering as he filled him.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Adrian eased out carefully and pulled Ethan onto his side, one arm banded across his chest. Ethan's heart still hammered. The pain from earlier felt distant, dulled by endorphins and the solid warmth at his back.

Adrian's voice came low against his neck. "Still thinking about him?"

Ethan let out a shaky laugh. "Who?"

Adrian's arm tightened, almost a hug. A faint smirk hung at the corner of his lips.

"Go to sleep."

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The next morning came swiftly. Ethan woke up with an ache, but the aches has nothing to do with betrayal or heartbreak. 

He looked around the room, he was no longer drunk so memories of the night came flooding in.

For some seconds, he stayed frozen in shock. He could not believe what he had done — sleeping with a stranger, even to the extent of begging him for more.

He facepalmed himself and shook his head.

After like a second or two, he found himself thinking about the stranger. 

"Adrian..." He whispered the name.

That was all he knew about the stranger.

Suddenly, his phone rang. It was on the table beside the bed so he stretched his hand and grabbed it.

The moment he saw the caller, he gasped.

He checked his time and it was 6:30Am.

"Damn it!" He grunted and jumped out of bed.

He felt sour all over his body, especially the downside but he ignored the pain and wore his clothes immediately. Grabbing his shoes, he ran out of the room, all through the hallway until he got outside to where his car was parked.

Once inside the car, he finally picked the call as it had continued to ring endlessly.

"Mom?"

"Where are you, Ethan? You didn't sleep at home last night!" His mother yelled over the phone.

"Mom, I was at Chris' place," Ethan lied.

"Chris just called me to ask about you. He said he has been calling you but there was no response," his mother said.

Ethan glanced at his phone and saw a  couple other missed calls of which the name Chris appeared five times.

'Shit!' Ethan cursed inwardly.

"Mom, I'll be home soon," he said calmly.

"Today is your first day in school! You shouldn't be late!" His mother said lastly and then ended the call.

Ethan dropped the phone, he started the engine and drove off immediately. 

By the time he arrived home, his mother had left for the office so he toom his bath and dressed for school.

The school was  two-hours journey from his place so by the time he got to school, the first lesson was already on. 

After parking his car, he hurried off to his class. When he reached, he saw the lecturer writing something on the board and attempted to walk past him into the class but the lecturer stopped him.

"You're late."

Ethan froze, the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and to his shock, it was Adrian from last night.

"Adrian?"