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Ethan smiled, a small private thing that didn’t even sayI told you so. Just looked so pleased and so fucking eager. “Yeah,” he murmured and pushed up, kissing Hank again. “I want to. If you want to.”

“Want to.” Hank wasn’t going to pretend; was so far beyond that. “Wantyou.”

Ethan arched underneath him again. “Yeah,” he panted, agreeing.

Hank’s knees were unsteady jelly, but he managed to get himself off the couch, and tug Ethan up, too. Pull them both down the hallway without tripping or running into anything, even though Ethan, apparently been given the green light, already had his hands snaking underneath Hank’s shirt.

His touch was soft but insistent, warm fingertips stroking all the skin of Hank’s he could find, and their curious exploration was making his cock pulse.

After closing—andlocking—the door behind them, Hank gently pushed Ethan onto the bed. He gazed up at Hank, blue irises almost swallowed by pupil.

“What do you want?” Ethan asked, wetting his bottom lip. It was plump and pink from Hank’s mouth. He leaned in and kissed him again, unable to resist the siren call of it.

“Just wanna touch you. See you.” Hank tugged on the hem of Ethan’s T-shirt, pulling it off him. Groaning in the back of his throat at how fucking gorgeous Ethan was. He’d seen it before, of course, but it was one thing to see it on a screen or in the locker room, when he was tryingnotto look, and another entirely to see it like this. Spread out on his bed, all just for him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Hank murmured. Stripped his own shirt off and leaned down, kissing Ethan again.

Finally in private, on a bed, skin-to-skin, it got heated really fast. Ethan’s hand stroked down Hank’s back, all the way to his ass, gripping the curve of it and pulling him in tighter.

Last time, they hadn’t even gotten naked. Just ground together, panting into each other’s mouths as they’d gotten off. But Hank wanted more this time. Wanted to get his hands—and maybe even his mouth—on Ethan.

Hank pulled back, taking in the flush creeping down Ethan’s chest. Reaching out, he began to undo Ethan’s jeans. Tugging them down, too, along with his underwear. Ethan didn’t say anything, just watched him with hungry eyes.

Ethan’s cock was hard, leaking at the tip, flushed even redder than his chest. Hank had spent so long justthinkingabout it—but never seeing it—and it hit him hard that this was finally,finally, happening.

Itwasa little intimidating to do this, though really not so much different than when he did it to himself, so after Hank gave himself a pep talk, he stroked a hand down Ethan’s abs. Watching, with fascination and intense interest, as Ethan’s cock twitched against his stomach.

“Please,” Ethan begged. And how was Hank supposed to do anything else, after that?

Ethan pushed into his touch, Hank curling his hand around him, giving an experimental squeeze and tug. He felt so good, better than all his fantasies put together.

Breathing hard, Ethan leveraged himself up, resting on one elbow, and started pushing at Hank’s pants. It was incredibly distracting, and even more so when Ethan got them down and wrapped his hand around Hank’s dick, too.

It took them a minute to get better positioned but then it was good, and then it was better, and then it wasamazing. His touch and Ethan’s touch, blending together, give and take. Pleasure lighting up Ethan’s face, making his eyes flutter shut. Hank leaned in, kissing him, deep and sure, and felt his orgasm approaching.

But he didn’t want to come yet. It was so fucking good all he wanted was for it to go on and on andon.

“Feels incredible,” Ethan murmured against his mouth. They were barely kissing now, distracted presses of their mouths and all heavy breaths. “God, I’m so fucking crazy about you.”

That was incredible, too, that Ethan could say that, with his whole chest, and Hank could not just listen to the words butacceptthem. Understand that whatever this intense craving was, taking over his body, one organ at a time, it was mutual.

“God,” Hank panted, and Ethan did something sinful and spine-tingling with his hand, and he was gone, shuddering through his orgasm.

Ethan followed only a few seconds later, and after wringing the last bit out of him, Hank flopped down next to him.

“Oh look,” Ethan said, glancing next to him. “Max knew what we’d be up to.” He reached out, grabbing a handful of the tissues from the box that Max had,God, thoughtfully set there on the table next to the bed.

“Don’t say that,” Hank begged, and Ethan just laughed. Clearly less concerned than Hank was about what their captain thought they’d be doing in this bed.

They cleaned up and then Ethan slid closer, not making any move to get dressed. Trailing a hand up and down Hank’s bare chest. If Ethan was going to keep touching him that way, they could just not get dressed ever again.

“I thought we were gonna take it slow,” Ethan teased in a low voice as Hank leaned in, pressing a kiss against his collarbone. His skin was so warm and soft. Hank wanted to kiss him all over. Which . . . maybe that had been the slow part. That he hadn’t started there.

“Maybe thatwastaking it slow,” Hank pointed out. Even though he knew what Ethan meant.

Ethan just chuckled. “No, I don’t think so. I kinda expected we’d pretend to watch Charlie’s stupid show and make out a little. But . . . well, I’m not mad about this, either.”

“We could’ve done that,” Hank agreed, “but I’m not mad about it either. And not only because Charlie’s show was so bad.”