Chapter Six

POV: Ethan

I woke up with Lucas's arm draped over my waist. His breath brushed the back of my neck, warm and steady. The sheet tangled around our legs. Sunlight snuck through the blinds and painted stripes across the bed. For a second everything felt normal, like any other morning. Then the memories rushed in. His mouth on mine. The way he had moved inside me. The sounds I made that I could not take back.

My body ached in places I had never felt before. Not bad. Just a reminder that last night had really happened. I stayed still, afraid to wake him. Afraid to face what came next.

Lucas shifted behind me. His hand tightened on my hip. "You awake?" he asked, voice rough from sleep.

"Yeah."

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. Slow. Like he had all the time in the world. "Good."

We lay there without moving for a while. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin. Up my side, down my arm, back again. Each pass sent little sparks through me. I turned onto my back so I could see his face. His hair stuck up on one side. His eyes looked soft in the morning light.

"Parents do not get back until tomorrow night," he said.

"I know."

He leaned in and kissed me. Gentle at first. Just lips brushing. Then deeper. I kissed him back and felt that heat build low in my belly again. His hand slid down my chest, over my stomach. He stopped at my hip and squeezed lightly.

"You sore?" he asked against my mouth.

"A little."

"We can go slow."

I nodded. My heart pounded. Last night had been fast and desperate once we started. Now the house stayed quiet around us and we had hours. No rush. No fear of footsteps on the stairs.

Lucas rolled on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows. He kissed my neck, then lower. His tongue flicked over my nipple and I sucked in a breath. He did it again, slower, watching my face. I ran my hands through his hair and held him there.

He moved further down. Kissed my stomach. My hip bone. I tensed when he got close. He looked up at me. "Okay?"

"Yeah. Just... new."

He smiled and took me in his mouth. Warm and wet. I gripped the sheet and tried not to make too much noise even though no one could hear. He took his time. Used his tongue in ways that made my toes curl. Every few seconds he would glance up to check my reaction. That look in his eyes made it even better.

When I could not take much more I tugged his shoulders. "Come here."

He crawled back up and kissed me. I tasted myself on his tongue. My hands explored his body. The muscles in his back. The curve of his ass. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked slow. He groaned into my mouth.

"Want you again," he said.

"I want that too."

He reached for the lotion. This time he warmed it in his hands first. His fingers pressed inside me one at a time. Gentle. Patient. He curled them just right and I arched off the bed. "There," I whispered.

He kept going until I shook. Then he lined up and pushed in slow. Inch by inch. We both breathed through it. When he bottomed out he stayed still, forehead pressed to mine.

"Feel good?" he asked.

"Really good."

He started moving. Long, deep strokes. Not fast like last night. Each thrust dragged and built. I wrapped my legs around him and met him halfway. Our bodies rocked together in a steady rhythm. Sweat slicked our skin. The bed creaked softly.

I ran my hands down his back and gripped his hips. "Harder."

He gave me what I asked for. The pace picked up but stayed controlled. Every time he hit that spot inside me stars burst behind my eyes. I moaned his name. He kissed me to swallow the sound.

We rolled so I sat on top. I braced my hands on his chest and moved my hips. He watched me with dark eyes. His hands guided me, thumbs stroking my sides. "You look so good like this," he said.

I rode him slower, drawing it out. Every slide down felt deeper. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me. We kissed while I moved. Chest to chest. Heartbeats mixing.

He flipped us again and thrust harder. I felt the edge coming. "Close," I told him.

"Me too."

He reached between us and stroked me. That pushed me over. I came with his name on my lips, clenching around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and shuddering.

We collapsed together. He stayed inside me for a minute, both of us catching our breath. Then he pulled out carefully and grabbed the towel again. He cleaned us up and tossed it aside.

I curled against his side. My head rested on his chest. His arm came around me.

"Breakfast?" he asked after a while.

"In a minute."

We stayed in bed longer. Talked about nothing important. What we might do with the rest of the day. A movie. Maybe shoot hoops in the driveway. Normal stuff. But every few sentences one of us would touch the other. A hand on a thigh. Fingers laced together.

Later we made it downstairs. Lucas cooked eggs while I made toast. We ate at the counter standing up, bumping shoulders on purpose. He stole a bite from my plate. I flicked a crumb at him.

The whole morning felt easy and scary at the same time. Easy because being with him like this felt right. Scary because tomorrow the parents came back and we had to go back to acting normal.

We ended up on the couch watching a movie. Halfway through he pulled me into his lap. We made out slow during the boring parts. Hands under shirts. Nothing rushed. Just touching because we could.

When the movie ended we went back upstairs. The room still smelled like us. Lucas pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. "Shower?" he said.

Together.

The water ran hot. We soaped each other up. His hands slid over every inch of me. I did the same to him. We got each other worked up again under the spray. He dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth while water beat on his shoulders. I leaned against the tile and let him.

After I came he stood and I returned the favor. He braced one hand on the wall and the other in my hair. His groans echoed off the tiles.

We dried off and fell back into bed naked. This time we just lay facing each other. Fingers tracing lazy patterns on skin. No rush to start again. Just being close.

"I meant what I said last night," Lucas said quietly. "I do not want to pretend anymore. Not when we are alone."

I traced the line of his jaw. "Me either. But we have to be careful. If they find out..."

"I know."

We kissed again. Soft. Then deeper. His hand slid between my legs and stroked me back to hardness. I did the same to him. We took our time. Hands and mouths. Learning what the other liked best. He found out I liked when he sucked on my neck just below my ear. I found out he liked when I used my teeth lightly on his collarbone.

We ended up with me on my back again. He pushed in slow once more. We moved together like we had all day. Because we did. Long strokes. Eyes locked. Whispered words between kisses.

When we finished we stayed connected, breathing the same air.

Lucas brushed hair off my forehead. His voice came low and serious.

"What the hell do we do when they get back tomorrow, Ethan? Because hiding this is going to kill me."