Soothing Circles

To the first time he had worked out with Jayden. After the man had finished running, he had worked his body onto weightlifting. Ethan bit his lip, thinking back to how he had gotten to watch Jayden. The way the man's muscles had rippled beneath his skin nearly killed him and sweat had shone on his skin from his hard work. Ethan had enjoyed the sight much more than he would have liked to admit.

With a sigh, Ethan walked away from the weight equipment. He would need to get Jayden to teach him first. Then, perhaps he could handle the equipment by himself. Ethan decided to explore the house a little more, growing extremely pleased when he discovered a pool in the back of the house.

"Jamison!" Ethan hurried into the house excitedly and the butler found him rather quickly. He tilted his head, waiting for Ethan to speak.

"Am I allowed to use the pool?" He asked hopefully, biting his lip. Jamison appeared surprised before he nodded.

"Yes, you are allowed to use whatever you would like in the house." Ethan cheered in excitement, disappearing to his room. He found two pairs of swim shorts, quickly choosing the grey pair, and tugging them on. He ran down the stairs and quickly jumped into the pool with a splash. He spent nearly two hours in the pool, simply entertaining himself and relaxing. He remembered getting to swim with his mother when he was very little, and he had always enjoyed the pool. He stayed outside for the remainder of the day until it started to grow dark outside. He rarely was allowed to spend time in the sun.

Ethan did not eat a large meal before going to bed.

He simply enjoyed a small, six-ounce steak, a cup of mashed potatoes, and green beans. After, he had gone to bed having exhausted himself outside and in the pool. He was glad he got to get a great deal of exercise in; it felt as though his body were growing stronger.

Ethan shot awake at the sound of a glass shattering. He looked around his room with wide eyes but there was no one in there. Swallowing, he slipped out of his bed. The floor was cold on his bare feet and he wore only his boxers and an over sized t-shirt. H opened his bedroom door and could hear cursing coming from across the hall. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before he remembered that it was Jayden's room. However, he had never heard the man lose his cool. Yet there was the sound of cussing and his voice rose multiple times.

A young maid dipped out of the bedroom, looking concerned. She stopped upon seeing Ethan and her eyes softened.

"Mr. Ethan. I apologize if the ruckus woke you. Mr.

Jayden is having a rough night." She apologized and Ethan noticed the empty whiskey bottle in her hands.

"It is fine." He nodded and she continued on her way. Ethan approached Jayden's room, knocking softly on the door. He did not receive a response, but he could still hear Jayden's voice from the other side of the door. Biting his lip, Ethan hesitantly twisted the doorknob. The voice grew louder as he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. He looked around the room before him in awe.

It was bigger than his own room and absolutely stunning. The bed sheets were a deep, royal purple and matched the wall color of Jayden's toy room. The wall behind the bed matched the color of the covers but the other walls were an off-white color. He had a sleek black dresser as well as matching nightstands. He also noticed the room was neat as could be nothing was left out of place.

"Look, I will call you back. I do not give a fuck, Michael. No, I really do not. I will deal with it tomorrow. Goodbye." Jayden mashed his finger into his phone before throwing it onto the bed. He downed the glass in his hand which Ethan could only assume was whiskey.

"Yes, love? What is it?" Ethan jumped in surprise as Jayden approached him. He toyed with his fingers behind his back, staring down at his feet. He felt a finger placed under his chin and Jayden guided him to look up at him.

"You're mad." Ethan said softly, biting his lip as he stared up at him. Jayden's eyes softened and he shook his head, running his thumb across the boy's lip.

"I am fine, what brings you in here?" Jayden found himself staring at the boy's lips. He wanted to feel those lips against his, but even more so, he wanted to feel them wrapped around his dick. He wanted to feel Ethan writhing beneath him, desperate for relief. To hear the boy pleading for release, begging him to touch him. He swallowed roughly, his jaw clenched as his hand trailed down from his lips to his neck, lightly tracing the skin there. He leaned in closer, his breath lightly hitting Ethan's neck.

"Fuck, Ethan." Ethan felt his knees go weak as Jayden practically growled his name. It rolled off his tongue so easily and he loved it.

"I-I heard the glass break. I wanted to check on you." Ethan breathed, finally releasing the air he had been holding.

"You've been drinking." Jayden simply nodded, his lips grazing his neck before he pulled away. He did not seem to care too much that he was intoxicated, in fact he seemed more relaxed than Ethan had seen him.

"Can I touch you?" He breathed and Ethan nodded almost immediately, though he quickly remembered that Jayden always wanted to hear him say it.

"Yes, please." He whispered softly and Jayden's hands found his hips, pulling him close to him. His lips found Ethan's neck, causing the younger to yelp at how rough he was. He whined softly but the soothing circles being rubbed into his hips distracted him.