Blake had earlier taken advantage of the warmer weather. He’d taken a lounger chair by the pool, ripped off his shirt, and had laid in the sun for a while, letting it warm his skin and start to turn him a nice tan color. It had felt nice, much needed, and when he was done he felt recharged. He’d taken a couple of laps in the pool and then decided he’d go see what Ethan was doing.
What he hadn’t expected on walking in was seeing his boyfriend surrounded by wedding paraphernalia.
“Um...Ethan?” He lifted an eyebrow. “I.. uh...what are you doing?” He felt his heart jam against his rib cage and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breath. Was Ethan planning their wedding? They’d only just recently said they loved each other, but Blake hadn’t even entertained the idea of marriage yet.
Ethan glanced up from the mess he’d made, several magazines he’d bought from the ship’s store, his tablet, and a few other things spread around them. “Did you know there’s a severe lack of literature on gay weddings?” He had Christian’s notes, which were, as expected, stupid thorough, but still. Christian never thought big enough, at least not with anything that wasn’t sex. Ethan was already trying to step things up to a whole other level. Improving on Christian’s plans and getting them ready to bring to him. Not to mention, he got the make the calls on the engagement party he was planning.
“Um...no, but I’m not surprised,” Blake stuttered slightly. “Gay weddings haven’t really been a ‘thing’ for long I guess. But a wedding is a wedding…” it couldn’t be too terribly different from a regular wedding he thought. “But, why are you looking for literature on gay weddings? I didn’t propose in my sleep, did I?” Had Ethan thought that admitting love meant marriage was a very close second?
“Right, but this is fifty pages of dresses which don’t apply to the situation,” Ethan said, kicking one of the magazines by his foot. He looked up at Blake, frowning a touch. “No, you didn’t. Would you?” Shit. Was that a thing that Blake was thinking about? He was pretty sure with how terrible Blake’s last wedding had gone he wouldn’t be interested in another.
“Then look at the men's side of straight weddings only,” Blake sputtered. “All suits and shit…” What in the ever loving fuck was going on? “In my sleep? God I would hope not,” he said, pushing his hand through his hair. “I’d like to remember my proposals of marriage if they are to be made,” he frowned. “Is this what you want?” He then got out, picking up a magazine and looking at a picture. “You want to get married?”
“I’ve mostly been looking at flowers,” Ethan admitted. “And decor.” He hesitated at the question. He wasn’t sure if there was a right answer to that. Ethan’s track record with relationships was sign enough, but his only pint of reference for a marriage was his parents and theirs was a sham. “I’d rather avoid divorce. And lies. And adultery,” he said, slowly.
Blake was confused. If Ethan would rather avoid divorce and all then why did it look as if he were planning a wedding? Their wedding? What was going on? “I need a drink,” he mumbled and headed towards the kitchen to grab a beer. He knew women made wedding scrapbooks, or his ex had. Over the years she’d collected pictures of dresses, flowers, cake toppers, and pasted it all into a scrapbook for later use. Was this what Ethan was doing? Blake hadn’t thought of marriage between the two of them, not right now. Maybe in time? But now he was seriously thinking about it and trying to shift through his feelings about it.
Ethan frowned, then got up, following after Blake, but leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. “I answered that wrong didn’t I,” he said, not sure what he was supposed to say. He didn’t want to get married, not really, but he wanted to make Blake happy.
“Yes..I mean…,” Blake popped open the bottle of beer and took a hefty drink. “I don’t know,” he turned to look at Ethan and pushed a hand through his hair. “You have me sorta freaking out here, Ethan. I come in, you’re surrounded by wedding paraphernalia, and I just...what is going on?”
Ethan bit at his lip for a moment, trying to hold back the smile when he finally caught on to what was going on in Blake’s head. “I’m trying to help Christian and Tris plan their wedding,” he said with a smile. “So, that’s what’s going on.”
“What?” Blake blinked and then felt slightly stupid as the realization hit. He moved to a stool and took a seat, letting out a breath of air. “So...you’re not planning our wedding? Tris and Christian are getting married?” God he wasn’t sure what to feel at the moment.
“Mmhmm,” Ethan said, heading for Blake and slipping between his knees. “Christian asked a day or two ago,” he explained. “So I’ve been trying to help. I have a feeling if they do it on their own, they’ll do something frugal and we can’t have that.” He ran his hands over Blake’s knees, trying to be reassuring. “I’m hoping to throw them an engagement party.” He looked down. “Still answered the question wrong though.”
Blake set his free hand on Ethan’s hip when he neared. He was still feeling a little out of sorts, but his chest had relaxed and he was breathing a little easier than before; he had a feeling he might have been on the verge of his first panic attack. “I see…” he said, not sure that he was surprised that their friends were engaged. “I...that all makes sense now,” he tried to chuckle. He wasn’t so sure that Ethan had answered the question wrong. With his own background in relationships, his ex-fiance, he would have definitely ended up with all of the above. Then again, he did believe that love could overcome all. “Alright, if you answered wrong, what is the right way?”
“Sorry for confusing you,” Ethan apologized, reaching up for Blake’s cheek to kiss him lightly. “But no, I am not planning our wedding.” He leaned against Blake, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m not sure what I should say. What would make you happy. Or what I should do. I don’t...god I just don’t trust it. I keep hesitating on Chris and Tris even. I thought I’d have more time for them to get to this so I could stop thinking about the fact that the only marriages I know are a wreck.”
Blake returned the small kiss, his hand leaving Ethan’s hip and sliding around his waist. “I don’t want you to tell me what would make me happy,” he said after a moment. “I want you to tell me the truth. What you feel…” he looked at Ethan. “And not all marriages are wrecks. I know quite a few that are great and I really think that Chris and Tris are going to do just fine.”
Ethan ran his hand over Blake’s chest and shook his head. “I don’t think I want that. I mean, I kinda though you wouldn’t either. That we wouldn’t have to worry about that kind of thing.” He leaned into Blake, resting his head on Blake’s chest. “I know they’ll do fine. They’ll do really well. I just know I’m not them. Not...yet?”
“I’m not ready yet, either,” Blake said honestly. “I would rather us just enjoy how we are now. My ex…” he paused and took a breath. “Obviously the scar is still fresh and I just… maybe one day?” He didn’t know if he would ever be ready to marry, but he didn’t think the door was completely closed. “I'm sorry I freaked out. I wasn’t prepared for what I walked in on,” he gave a small smile. “Just know that I’m happy where our relationship is right now.”
“There’s no need to rush,” Ethan said, glad that they seemed to be on the same page about it. “I know. I know what she did.” He reached for Blake’s hand to kiss his fingers. “Maybe you’ll be ready one day.” And for some reason, Ethan was kind of hoping they found that day. He didn’t have a lot of expectations as far as love went, and he figured Blake was his one shot. “I am too. So, let’s throw them a big party, get drunk at the wedding, and send them on their way.”
Blake smiled, agreeing with Ethan. Definitely no need to rush. They hadn’t been together long, and though he knew that he loved the man he wasn’t ready to move it past where they both were at. Not right now. Not yet. “Maybe,” he murmured. “It’s not out of the question,” he added. He may not be ready for the marriage part yet, he didn’t think either of them were, but in the future it could happen. “Send them on their way? Are they not staying onboard? Also, I’m looking forward to hot wedding sex,” he chuckled, lifting a hand and letting fingers trace the outline of Ethan’s collarbone.
“Doesn’t have to bein the question unless you want it to be,” Ethan promised. He was fine with what they had. It was more than enough and didn’t come with the bullshit that people thought they could get away with when a ‘marriage’ was involved. “They sure as hell are staying. They’re not allowed to leave us and after what happened in Stockholm, I’m not sure how I feel about them being anywhere but here.” He did grin though, something wicked. “Know a thing about wedding sex?”
Blake smiled. He didn’t want to take marriage out. Not completely. Not yet. For now, though, he wanted to see if he and Ethan could just manage how they were. Their relationship wasn’t exactly new now, but the ‘love’ word had just recently came out and they had a lot of water to navigate to make sure it all felt right. Mostly, and what he wouldn’t admit, he feared that Ethan would realize the love thing was not for him. “Ahh, good to hear. I’m not as close to them as you are, but I do like to think of them as friends and would hate to see them go.”
The question about wedding sex had his own grin mirroring Ethan’s. “No, but I plan to find out.”
“Well, most of my friends were shit at getting married.” Honestly, Tris was the first. “But you should feel lucky. You get to take the best man home that night.”
“Shit at getting married? Or staying married?” Blake asked with a chuckle. “Marriages can last, I still believe in them I think,” he shrugged. He had to believe in love at least, because here he was, in love with the most impossible man. He grabbed Ethan and pulled him in, dropping a kiss to his lips. “I get to take the best man home every night.”
“First for my friends, second for my parents friends,” Ethan confirmed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know how I feel about that. I mean, marriages. I don’t think anything will happen to Tris and Chris, but them, they feel like some sort of non-reality.” He liked that kiss though, reaching up to run his hands into the hair at the back of Blake’s neck. “Do you now?”
“Of course,” Blake gave a wicked grin. “Every night. Don’t need a wedding for that, but I hear they are aphrodisiacs,” why else would there be wedding sex. “How about we grab something to eat and I’ll see if I can help you with this wedding stuff. I can tell you on what not to do by my own experience.”
Always with the food. Still Ethan got it. It was a valid offer. “If it’s that much an aphrodisiac we might not get that much planning done,” he said with a wink.
Blake couldn’t help it, he was always hungry it seemed and Ethan never ate enough was his opinion. “I’m not sure planning is an aphrodisiac, at least for me it wasn’t when I was in the midst of planning mine,” he shook his head. “But it might be different since it’s not my own this time. The actual wedding though...emotions…” he trailed off as his hands slipped under the back of Ethan’s shirt; he may have to wait for food. “Want to test the theory?”
Just Blake touching Ethan was an aphrodisiac as far as Ethan was concerned, but he didn’t say that. He just nodded. “I think you were doing planning wrong if it wasn’t a turn on. Talking about the clothes you get to peel off of each other later? Sexy lingerie? How are these things not exciting? An honeymoon planning. Come on. You were definitely doing it wrong.”
“We…” Blake frowned a moment and then chuckled. “There was a wedding planner, I was told what to do. I planned the Honeymoon on my own and, well...she was too busy fucking my best friend to talk about anything sexy I guess...so yeah, guess I was doing it wrong,” he shrugged. “But let’s talk honeymoon, shall we? You are wearing entirely too much clothing,” and he started to pull the shirt upward.
“That’s on her, not you,” Ethan countered, then tucked his fingers into Blake’s jeans and pulled as well as he could to get Blake away from the stool. “We’re also still in the kitchen and as much as I love the idea of christening more of this apartment, we don’t want to scare Chris and Tris.” He did let Blake take the shirt though, because he was totally in favor of this train of thought.
Blake looked around and then laughed. Yes, they were still in the kitchen. He could get so lost when he was with Ethan. He took Ethan’s shirt off and hung it around his neck as he stood, letting Ethan pull him in the direction he wanted. “I suppose going into the bedroom is a lot better than out here,” he chuckled. “Don’t want to scar our roommates.”
“Well, considering they’re having super kinky sex on the regular, I doubt we’d scar them, but they might not be able to look at us the same way again for a while.” Ethan tugged Blake into the bedroom, already undoing his belt and jeans. “But just because we’re bedroom bound doesn’t mean we’re have to be boring. Tell me about the honeymoon you planned that she missed out on. Put me there instead.”
“It was in Tahiti,” Blake started. It had been meant to be a honeymoon for him and Dani but in the end it had been just him and a time of reflection. “Staying in those hut like buildings that is on the crystal clear blue water not too far from a white sandy beach. First, though, I guess it would have started on the plane, to join the mile high club,” he chuckled. “And then, a the little resort in Tahiti, that first night...well, there would be you screaming my name and making everyone close by jealous of us.”
“Mile high club on a commercial plane? How horrible. We’ll have to try it sometime on a private plane so you don’t have to crush into a tiny bathroom.” Ethan worked Blake’s pants and underwear down, going with them and sinking towards the floor. “We could do just like this,” he murmured, tongue flicking out to tease. “Me on my knees on the flight, just the two of us.”
“It was first class?” Blake chuckled. His own hands were working at Ethan’s pants before being interrupted with him sinking to the floor. He let out a groan at the teasing of the tongue, one hand slipping through Ethan’s hair. “Isn’t the thrill of it suppose to be because there are others on the plane?” He said, looking down at Ethan.
“That’s slightly better.” Ethan grinned and licked a stripe up Blake’s length. “I guess that’s part of the fun..” he hummed. “And it’s not like I’d say no to you fucking me in a tiny bathroom.” He swirled his tongue around the tip of Blake’s cock, mostly just watching his face. “What else?”
His fingers tightened slightly on Ethan’s hair before relaxing, his eyes falling shut momentarily. “If we can keep from a tiny bathroom, I’m all for it,” he mumbled. He was a big guy, trying to get it on in a tiny bathroom would be difficult but he thought it was possible. “What else?” He croaked out at the swirling of the tongue. “Um.. shit..” he couldn’t concentrate. “You expect me to say coherent things right now?”
“I like the incoherent ones too,” Ethan murmured, sucking more of Blake down, eyes wide and angled up to his boyfriend. He was mostly just teasing, fine Blake wanted to focus on what they were doing instead, but it was always fun to watch him try.
Blake cleared his throat and tried to not be that guy that focused on one thing, but it was really hard to do with his cock in Ethan’s mouth. “Ah.. um… I planned on snorkeling,” which had nothing to do with what they were doing, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment.
Ethan had to pull back to laugh at that resting his head against Blake’s thigh as he laughed. “God, you’re beautifully ridiculous.” Why was someone so pure and perfect with him? Jeez. Blake should have gone running and for some reason he loved Ethan. The world was a crazy place.
“Told you incoherent,” Blake said. “And maybe not good at sex talk things,” he muttered, disgusted with himself. He may need to learn a few more things. He cleared his throat and tried again. “After being on your knees, I would bend you over and take you. Hard.” That was a bit lame.
Ethan wrapped a hand around Blake giving him a slow stroke. “You’re great with the sex talk. Because every time you talk about sex things I get hot.” He licked his way up the length again and took Blake into his mouth.
“You are a ly…” Blake started and then choked on his words. “Fuck you’re good at that.” He’d let Ethan continue, for now, but he planned on carrying through with his words. “I’m going to make you moan my name…”
Maybe Ethan enjoyed that too much. Because damn it was good to make Blake fall apart like that. He moaned a little when Blake said what he’d do, knowing it wouldn’t be that hard, though surprisingly, Ethan wasn’t always as vocal in bed if he wasn’t teasing and talking.
Blake knew he could go a bit longer with Ethan sucking on him as he were, but he also knew that if he let Ethan go too long, then what he had planned for Ethan would happen a lot quicker than he would want. He grabbed Ethan by the shoulders and then pulled him upward. “Come here,” he murmured and when Ethan was up, his lips crashed against his. As he kissed he finished removing Ethan’s pants, pushing everything down and then grabbing him in his hand, stroking slowly. He may not be able to talk dirty, but he knew how to take control when he wanted it.
Ethan almost fought getting up from the floor, but it was nice to get kissed, even more so when Blake took over, making him groan against Blake’s lips. He couldn’t help it. He tugged at Blake’s shirt, pushing it up and wanting to touch his skin, as much as possible. “Make me moan, baby,” he breathed, giving Blake permission. “Please.”
Once the shirt was over his head, his hands were right back on Ethan, touching him everywhere. He turned him around and pulled him so that his back was against his chest, his hands on hips to pull him back tight so he could rub himself against him. He groaned in Ethan’s ear and then pushed him towards the bed. “My pleasure…” he said and after grabbing the lube that sat on the night stand he had Ethan crawl up on the bed with Blake right behind him. It didn’t take him long to slick his fingers with lube and as he slid them between Ethan’s buttcheeks, he pressed kissed along his back. “I can never get enough of you,” he murmured against his skin.
There was just something about the way Blake manhandled him. It was kind of amazing, the way he Blake just worked up against him. He let himself get pushed up onto the bed and groaned the moment Blake’s fingers were there. It was still tight, even with as often as they did this, but that was just something about Blake. Every touch was like the first. “Me either,” he countered, shifting his weight to one arm so he could reach behind him and tangle his fingers in Blake’s hair. He worked his hips back, grinding against Blakes’ hand hard enough for it to hurt a little.
With one finger, another joined, pushing and stretching to get Ethan ready for him. He worked his fingers slow, filling him as he continued to trail his lips over skin. When he couldn’t take not being inside him any longer, he removed his fingers and moved to center himself. He slowly push himself inward as he grabbed Ethan’s hips, giving out a low moan as the warm tightness surrounded him.
That Blake even had it in him to go slow baffled Ethan. He was trying to rush, pushing back even as Blake pushed forward, but Blake had a hold of him and was definitely in charge of the pace of things. He settled for letting his head hang, gripping the duvet under him as Blake took him, distantly enjoy that they were doing this surrounded by his mess of wedding planning. He swore when Blake moaned, loving that he could make his boyfriend make that noise, that this was enough to bring that out.
Blake didn’t want to rush this. Not right now. He wanted to enjoy each inward thrust, each breath and moan that Ethan gave. He wanted to relish in every second of it. One hand left the hip and traveled along Ethan’s spine, fingers lightly digging into the skin. “Fuck,” he moaned out, his hips bucking in a stutter as he fought to control his thrusts. His body was wanting to take control, to quicken the pace but he was trying to hard not to.
Ethan loved it though, the way even straight-laced Blake came apart. The pressure on his spine made his back arch, made the angle that much better, which forced his moans to rip from him even louder. This was why he was with Blake, not the only reason, but definitely for the mind-blowing sex that mad Ethan forget about every other thing that bothered him in the world. He slipped a hand between his legs and wrapped it around himself, matching stroke with thrusts, working his hips back to egg Blake on.
With Ethan pushing back on him, Blake had no choice but to speed his thrusts. He couldn’t help himself. His control was slipping and all he wanted to do was lose himself in Ethan. He quickened his pace, his fingers digging more into Ethan’s back, and then sliding up and grasping a shoulder as he put more behind his thrust, grunting as he did so. Never had Blake found it so easy to lose himself in someone else as he did with Ethan.
Ethan choked on words, mostly Blake’s name, but also pet names, praise, and swear words. The grip, the way Blake held him in place and took was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He didn’t expect for his edge to rush up on him, but his hand stroked harder without him telling it to and Blake nailed that spot once, twice, then again and without any warning the bottom fell out and Ethan shattered. His body tightened, almost painfully, the released, immediately and he was spilling over his hand, moaning Blake’s name.
Blake almost howeled. Almost. The moment that Ethan hit that moment and squeezed, tightening around him, was torture and pleasure all at once. Words fell from his lips, mostly curse words, a few praise, and he was spilling himself inside Ethan. His mind blanked out, but his hips knew what to do, continuing with their thrusting until both of them were both spent. When there was no more to give, his legs wobbling beneath him, he withdrew from Ethan and fell to his back on the bed. “Fuck, Ethan…” he said breathlessly, a smirk on his lips. “I’ll never tire of that.”
Blake’s orgasm sent another round of shudders through Ethan, and though it wasn’t as powerful as the first time, he definitely felt that. He didn’t quite lay down, mostly just sunk down on his knees, nodding from where he sat. “Me either. Definitely a fan of wedding sex.”
Blake chuckled at Ethan’s words. “Yeah, me too,” he grinned. “Will have to go to as many weddings as we can, I guess,” he wagged his brows. He knew he needed to get up, but he was having trouble with moving; his bones felt like jello. He reached for Ethan and pulled him down towards him, uncaring that there was a sticky mess; they could both take a shower in a bit, he had needed to anyway. “I love you,” he murmured and kissed Ethan softly before letting him go.
Ethan let himself flop against Blake’s chest, kissing him back, then trailing the kisses across Blake’s jaw. He was just as jello-y, but he couldn’t help himself. “Love you too,” he admitted somewhere again Blake’s neck, still feeling unsure of the words, but knowing the feeling was behind it.
Blake let out a happy sigh and dropped his own kisses to Ethan’s skin. “How about we shower, yeah? And then I’ll see what I can do to help you with this wedding stuff.”
Ethan’s grin was wicked. “Think I can finish what I started in the shower old man?” Because, well, he could go for another round.
Blake rose an eyebrow and then rolled off the bed to his feet. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” He held out his hand to Ethan, wasting no time now to get in that shower.
Ethan grabbed Blake’s hand, grinning at him. “That’s what I thought,” he said leaning into his boyfriend. “Lead the way.”