Blurb: Ethan never expected to fall for the one person he shouldn’t, his charming, successful stepfather, Nathan. Their love is a secret, hidden from his mother and sister, but when a jealous ex and a scheming rival start digging into their lives, keeping it that way becomes harder. As truths unravel and lines are crossed, Ethan and Nathan must decide, ight for what they have or let the world tear them apart.
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The relaxing glow of the city lights spilled through the large windows, portraying long shadows of trees and inanimate objects across the penthouse bedroom. The atmosphere of the room was thick with something unspoken, something dangerous yet so soothing. And yet, neither of them moved away.
Nathan Cole sat at the edge of his king-sized bed, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, a glass of whiskey resting loosely in his grip. He was not drunk, but the alcohol did little to numb the weight pressing against his chest.
Across the room, Ethan Rivera stood by the door, seemingly hesitant. The faint scent of Nathan’s cologne mixed with the lingering hint of the whiskey, intoxicating in a way Ethan would never admit aloud.
“Maybe I should just go,,” Ethan said, his voice barely above a whisper. But he did not move.
Nathan looked up, his deep brown eyes locking onto Ethan’s with an intensity that made his breath hitch. “Then what are you waiting for? Go,” he murmured, but the words lacked conviction.
Ethan swallowed hard. “You do not want me to.”
Silence stretched between them, bearing with it the importance of every moment they had ignored. The stolen glances. The way their hands would brush when passing each other in the kitchen. The way Nathan’s gaze would hang on for a second too long when Ethan walked around shirtless after a shower.
Ethan took a slow step forward. Then another.
Nathan exhaled sharply. “Ethan, this is…”
“Wrong?” Ethan cut in, standing just inches from him now. “Then stop me.”
Nathan’s grip tightened around his glass, his jaw clenching as Ethan slowly, deliberately, knelt between his legs. The younger man placed his hands on Nathan’s knees, pushing them apart ever so slightly. His touch burned.
“You do not understand, we should not be doing this” Nathan murmured, his voice lacking the strength to push Ethan away.
Ethan tilted his head. “Then make me understand.”
Nathan let out a sharp breath. His fingers found their way into Ethan’s thick, dark hair, tilting his face up. For a moment, neither of them moved, the anticipation nearly suffocating.
Then Nathan’s lips crashed against that of Ethan’s.
The dam broke.
Ethan moaned against his stepfather’s mouth, his hands moving up to grip the fabric of Nathan’s shirt, pulling him closer like a desperate, needy lion.
Nathan growled low in his throat, lifting Ethan effortlessly onto his lap, their bodies colliding with a force that sent sparks down Ethan’s spine.
The kiss was hungry, frantic, years of buried revelations erupting in a frenzy of heat and need. Nathan’s hands roamed Ethan’s body freely, his fingers tracing every inch of skin he had only dared to admire from afar.
Ethan’s fingers tangled in Nathan’s hair as he rocked against him, chasing friction, chasing the high of finally touching what he had craved for so long.
“This is insane,” Nathan muttered against Ethan’s lips, but his hands kept on betraying him, gripping Ethan’s waist like he never wanted to let go.
“Then let’s be insane,” Ethan whispered back, dragging his lips along Nathan’s jaw, his breath hot against his skin.
Nathan moaned, pushing Ethan back onto the mattress, his body pressing down against him.
Ethan gently flipped Nathan over and gripped his hair, pulling him closer into a kiss as Nathan inserted his dick into Ethan, giving him light heated strokes from below.
Only Nathan has ever made him feel this way, this was the most exciting sexual moment of his entire life.
Nathan's lips found its way to his neck, whispering, “you feel so good… ugh.” Ethan let out a struggle moan.
Nathan ran his hand across Ethan's chest, dragging him closer as he increased the intensity of his pounds. Nathan's cock brushing against his prostate.
Ethan could not hold back his moans as they got louder and louder.
He still tried to suppress it so he would not attract the attention of his mother and sister. He was almost sure that if he made the sound a bit higher than it was, they could wake up the entire neighborhood.
Sweat dripped from Nathan's body as he hovered over Ethan, his muscles contracted as he kept inserting his hard penis into Ethan's tight sweet butthole.
The taut feeling of Nathan's stomach gave a sign that he was about to cum. With an evil smirk and satisfying eyes, Nathan stopped and pulled out his cock. Nathan gasped at the feeling of emptiness.
Nathan then decided to focus more on Ethan's body at this point, he went down on him kneeling on the bed, he grabbed Ethan's stone-hard dick and began jerking it gently, he reached out for the bottle of oil that lay at the head of the bed frame.
Calmly stroking Ethan's dick up and down, he gave a peck to the rod, and with a swift motion, stuck it down his large throat.
He sucked Ethan's dick so well, went all balls deep, swallowing his two little balls. Spitting and biting lightly at intervals.
He gobbled on the dick for a couple of minutes more before Ethan's body began shaking, signifying that he had reached his own orgasm.
“I am about to cum…” Ethan said in a whispering tone alerting Nathan. Nathan decided to use both his hands to give Ethan the most amazing experience ever.
Ethan let out a groan and the first cum shot up but Nathan was quick enough to catch it with his tongue, he stuck the whole cock into his mouth and took in the rest of the cum, sucking it clean.
He opened his mouth showing Ethan the cum on his tongue, before going ahead to swallow the entire thing.
Ethan smiled… “Thank you so much…”
They lay there for a while, absorbing each other's scents. Slowly, they began kissing again, whispering love words to each other and enjoying each other's company.
Just as their passion reached its peak, the bedroom door swung open.
A gasp. A sharp intake of breath.
Nathan and Ethan froze, eyes wide, bodies tangled in the heat of their forbidden positions.
Standing
in the doorway, her mouth wide open, was Sarah.
The silence that followed was deafening
The community center sat nestled between two aging brick buildings, its newly painted mural of outstretched hands and blooming flowers already marked by the spray of protest graffiti. But inside, the air pulsed with life. Youth of all shades, sizes, and stories filled the room, some laughing cautiously, others with stiff postures and guarded eyes. They were here for something they didn’t know they needed. And at the heart of it all stood Sarah and Isabelle.Sarah paced in front of the semicircle of foldable chairs, holding a clipboard and a spark that hadn’t glowed in her since the scandal broke. She wore a t-shirt that read You Are Not Broken in bold rainbow letters, and her eyes, though shadowed by exhaustion, brimmed with purpose.Isabelle sat at the back of the room with her laptop, managing logistics and answering the steady stream of texts and emails that never ceased since the announcement of the support group. Her fingers moved fast, but her gaze never strayed too far from Sar
The hotel was supposed to be a sanctuary. But the moment Ethan and Nathan stepped back into the public eye, it became a glass cage.Cameras lined the streets. Protesters and supporters alike had taken over the sidewalks. Some waved rainbow flags, others raised Bibles and signs that read "Shame" and "Abomination." The air was thick with tension, an old war reigniting in a new age.Nathan's grip on Ethan’s hand didn’t falter. Not once. They walked into the press conference like soldiers returning from a long, bloody campaign. The hotel ballroom was packed with journalists, activists, and political opportunists. Some faces were familiar, others wolf-like, hungry for something they could twist.Ethan’s heart pounded. He looked at Nathan beside him, the stoic protector who once lived behind shadows and crime. Now exposed. Vulnerable. But still unyielding.They sat. The cameras flashed.Ethan leaned into the mic. “My name is Ethan Blackwood. I’m twenty-one years old. I’m gay. I’m in love wi
The morning light bled slowly through the gauzy curtains, and Ethan found himself wide awake long before the alarm clock blinked 6:00 AM. He hadn’t really slept, not with the ache in his chest that still whispered of everything they’d lost and everything they’d barely survived.Nathan’s arm was draped around him loosely, protective even in sleep. His breath, warm and steady against Ethan’s shoulder, was a grounding rhythm in the chaos of Ethan’s thoughts.But today was different. Today was the memorial.They hadn’t held it earlier. Not when the media circus had devoured every corner of their lives. Not when the hospital visits had consumed them. And not when Ethan’s mental health had been so fragile, even thinking about closure had felt like trying to swim through glass.But now... now, they are ready.Sort of.Ethan untangled himself from Nathan carefully, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before slipping out of bed. He stood in front of the mirror, staring at the boy who had once hi
The Hearth – Two Days LaterThe silence in the room was too thick to ignore.Ethan sat at the long wooden table, hands clenched around a cup of untouched coffee. Across from him, Nathan paced like a caged animal. Isabelle, eyes sharp with worry, watched them both from the corner, her phone gripped tightly.The letter from Elijah lay between them like a loaded weapon.“What does he have on you, Nathan?” Isabelle finally asked, breaking the silence. “Whatever this file is, it’s got you acting like we’re already doomed.”Nathan exhaled, running both hands over his face.“It’s from before Ethan,” he said quietly. “Years ago. After my father died and I took over the company, I made some deals I shouldn’t have. With people I shouldn’t have trusted. To keep things afloat. To clean up the mess my father left behind.”Ethan’s voice cracked. “Illegal deals?”Nathan nodded. “Not just illegal. Dangerous. Dirty contracts. Off-record payments. A few tied to violence nothing proven, but enough to de
The rain came in soft drizzles that morning, tracing silver rivulets down the glass walls of the hospital atrium where Isabelle sat, fingers trembling around a lukewarm paper cup of coffee. The silence around her was too clean, too sterile, broken only by the occasional intercom call and distant rolling of gurney wheels. She hated hospitals. The last time she was in one, her mother had died. Now, she sat again in another antiseptic hall, this time for a different kind of reckoning.Sarah hadn't spoken to her since the interview.Lucas had moved back to Texas.And Vanessa who had once clung to her with broken sobs had cut her off completely.Isabelle had never known this kind of silence before.She took a breath, steadying her hands as she pulled out her phone. The screen glowed with a message from Ethan. A simple one: "If you're ready, come. You deserve your own ending, too."She stared at it for a long time.Ethan had every right to hate her. They all did. Her silence, her cowardice
The Hearth looked smaller than Ethan remembered.Five years had passed since he and Nathan had last stepped through the wide front doors not for a visit, not for a tour, but simply… to return. Not as leaders. Not as guardians.But as guests.Autumn leaves scattered across the porch, the same creaky step still groaning in protest beneath their shoes. The wind carried the scent of lavender, paint, and something sweet from the kitchen, maybe cinnamon bread.And yet, beneath it all…The house breathed the same way it always had.Alive. Listening.Inside, voices echoed through the walls.Laughter. Music. A slam of a cabinet. A playful shout.Then footsteps.Evan appeared in the hallway, taller, sharper around the edges, but with the same steady light in his eyes. His hoodie was too big, sleeves fraying at the cuffs, clipboard tucked beneath one arm.“Hey,” he said, trying not to smile too hard. “You’re late.”Nathan chuckled. “Traffic. And sentimentality.”Evan rolled his eyes, but his voi
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