If you missed part 1 and 2 of Bittersweet Irish Cream, please go back and read it to get the full story of how these two ended up here. To those that have been waiting for this moment, I hope it satisfies you! I would love to hear your thoughts on Jack and Ethan at this moment so please comment, vote and thanks for the love so far!
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Jack had never actually been inside Ethan's room, only the doorway. Ethan had a simple platform bed and two end tables on each side, with a matching dresser/mirror combo and a small closet in the corner. The bed had a bookshelf as a headboard, full of books, toys, and diapers. Jack walked in and sat on the bed, then leaned back a little onto his elbow.
Ethan froze in the doorway. "Oh."
Suddenly he was riddled with anxiousness, even with a hard-on. It had been almost a year since he last had sex with anyone. He had one condom in his wallet literally from that last encounter in November, which was a goodbye romp with his co-worker turned lover right before he moved to Rockville.
Jack sensed his hesitation. "We don't have to do anything," he said. "I just want you to lay beside me."
Ethan nodded, sat on the bed, then laid down and stared at the ceiling. Jack smiled, laid down next to him and looked up as well. He let his left hand find Ethan's right hand and held it. They were silent for a moment, then Jack asked, "How long have you wanted this?"
"I don't know," Ethan replied. "Probably since the first time you called me a dickhead."
Jack laughed loudly. "That was like our first encounter. And you really were a major dickhead."
Ethan smiled. "It was slow, gradual. I know what I was feeling, but I didn't know what to do about it, especially since I though you didn't want things to change between us." He let a moment pass. "You?"
"Since our first date," Jack said, then smiled.
It took Ethan a moment to digest what he said and then his mouth opened into a shocked o. "You mean the date you told me that wasn't a date!?"
"Yea, that one." They laughed together. Jack then said, "I've thought about it every day since."
Ethan was shocked. "Every day?"
"Every day. At least once a day. In so many different ways. Sometimes sexual. Most times just things like this. Like touching you."
He turned his head to look at Ethan who was still looking up at the ceiling, taking in Jack's words. He turned the rest of his body to lay on his side, put his right hand up under Ethan's shirt and slid it across his stomach and abs. Ethan took a sharp intake of breath.
"Holding you. Kissing you." He leaned closer in, licked his lips and put a wet kiss on Ethan's neck. Ethan gasped again, then exhaled slowly.
Still looking up he said softly, "You should have told me."
"No. You weren't ready. I needed you to know what you wanted. I would have waited as long as it took." He snuggled in Ethan's neck and kept his hand across his belly.
Ethan took his left hand and found Jack's right hand on his belly and stroked it a bit, then moved it down to his erection. He said softly again, "I know what I want now."
Jack rubbed him through his pants for a couple of seconds and Ethan closed his eyes and sighed. Jack then opened up his belt and zipped down his zipper, put his hand down Ethan's boxer briefs and rubbed his growing erection skin to skin. He grabbed his penis, pulling it out of his pants and Ethan's breathing changed and quickened. Jack's mouth watered at his size and girth. It was an average seven inches with room to grow, thick and veiny.
He sat up and kissed Ethan while stroking him into a full hard-on, then let go. He lifted up Ethan's shirt as far as it would go, kissed and sucked his nipples and chest as Ethan made small internal groans in his throat. Ethan opened his eyes, pulled a pillow from above him to lay on and watched as Jack kissed his abs and put his tongue in his belly button. Jack kissed all the way down to his groin admiring the light brown hairs and followed the trail, careful to go around Ethan's penis, which was driving Ethan mad.
Jack sat up and leaned back on his hind legs, and pulled Ethan's pants and underwear down to his knees so he could get a better look at Ethan's cock. He licked his lips, then his hand and grabbed it to start stroking. He looked at Ethan who was trying very hard to control his breathing and excitement. Jack could feel Ethan's dick throbbing and twitching in his hands as he stroked with one motion from the base to the tip, circled his hand around the head, and back down again until he started leaking.
Jack licked his lips again and without warning dragged his tongue across the head of Ethan's penis, tasting the pre-cum that started making its way out. Ethan let out his first real moan, "uuuuuugh." Jack kept his hand tightly at the base of his shaft, circled Ethan's head with his tongue once, twice, three times before putting the head in his mouth and sucked gently. Ethan moaned louder, "Uuuuuggghhhh!" Jack let the head go, then immediately brought his whole mouth down on Ethan's penis until the head touched the back of his throat, then swallowed, massaging the head with his tonsils.
Ethan moaned a loud, "OOOOOOOOOHHH FUCK!" He took the pillow from behind his head and put it over his face as he continued to moan.
Jack sucked and stroked and Ethan moaned and moaned. He played with his balls, rolling it gently between his fingers, lightly touched his perineum and played with the opening of his anus, but mostly concentrated on deep throating the thick, veiny dick in front of him. Jack had day dreamed and night dreamed abut this moment for so long, he was going to take his time and execute it perfectly.
After a few minutes of non stop sucking and stroking, Ethan's whole midsection was on fire. He felt the waves of his orgasm crashing hard and fast, and said through the pillow, "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna fucking cumooooooohhh."
As much as Jack wanted to taste his Irish cream, he wanted to see it more. He stopped sucking and stroked faster. Within seconds Ethan moaned like a wounded animal, bucked his waist up and his penis erupted like a volcano, white hot thick cum that just kept shooting out. Jack's own penis was so hard it felt like it would burst through the seams of his jeans any moment now, just watching the fireworks and Ethan lose control.
Jack kept stroking until Ethan stopped cumming, then slowed down to a stop. He wiped what was on his hands on the bed, then licked the rest off Ethan's head, shaft and midsection, while Ethan moaned muffled, "Aaaah. Fuck. Aaaah. Fuck." After one last lick around his penis, Jack laid back down, his hand back on Ethan's stomach. He lifted up the pillow that Ethan still had over his head and looked at him.
Ethan glanced over. "Don't laugh at me."
Jack smiled and leaned closer to where he was under the pillow too. "I wouldn't do that. But obviously you don't jack off as much as I do. Pun intended."
Ethan looked over and smiled. "And when would I have time to do that? When EJ sleeps in the bed almost every night with me?"
Jack shrugged. "Shower?"
"When you are a parent, you take quick showers. Don't worry, you will soon see how inconvenient trying to have sex is when you have kids. It just gets in the way." They laughed.
"OK I get it. But now that we're together, you don't have to worry about taking care of it yourself. I can do that for you."
Ethan was quiet, then said, "Speaking of which, you're fired."
"WHAT!?" Jack exclaimed.
