Rating: NC-17
Author: Trekker
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Fandom: Buffy
A/N: This was cowritten with Meg over IM.
They'd only come out here for the quiet, peace to work magics without Thomas hovering as he was so wont to do. Ethan hadn't revealed the nature of the spell before he'd agreed and Ripper was so very keen on escaping that he hadn't bothered to ask...
***
Blessed solitude. Ripper had been so swept up in the notion that it wasn't until now that he realized he hadn't a clue what exactly Ethan was planning. Not that it really mattered. Ethan's plans generally ended enjoyably enough. And it was, for once, a beautiful day. He took a deep breath of actual fresh air and then said, "So. What *are* we doing out here, anyhow?"
***
"You can't tell me you *wanted* to stay in that house. Philip and Randall cavorting about like apeshit she-demons and Thomas going on like Adolf bloody Hitler about chores and rules."
Slid the pack off his shoulder, quick and deft, more sure of himself than he had been all those months ago. He knew what book lay just underneath the leather and brass fastenings, the exact measure and mixture of components he needed. And yes, perhaps Ripper had taught him well the necessity of being tedious in such things. It only took four explosions and one rather uncomfortable incident months ago where he'd grown a tail, just for an hour or two, but it was there nonetheless.
Didn't have anything at all to do with Ripper. The way the sun caught blonde in his hair at the right angle, the way his cheeks pinked and his eyes shone brighter, twinkling almost with the flush of spring and life.
Sod it, he was besotted and if he had to resort to such means to get what he wanted, Ethan would gladly do it. And more.
"Magic, what else?" he said, and grinned.
***
Ripper laughed. Ethan had such a way with words... And it was so very true. Five more minutes in that house and they would have been scraping someone off the ceiling. Although whether that someone would have been him or would have been the remains of Philip or Randall, he wasn't quite sure.
"Wonderful," he said, then, "What magic?"
Not that he really much cared. Beautiful day, freedom, a chance to spend time away from their housemates and alone with Ethan--who sometimes seemed to be the only person he knew who actually was in possession of a brain, not to mention a real sense of humor--these were good things, and he found himself up for anything.
***
Two roads diverged, as it were, laid out before him. On one he could traipse about the lovely pastoral landscape with Ripper none the wiser, play coy and noncommittal until the time came to get down to it. On the other, he could come out with the book and herbs and all straight away, risk tipping his hand in favor of honesty.
Ethan only ever spoke truth when he deemed it completely necessary.
So he simply said, "You'll see." And skirted off behind a copse of convenient elms to set the stage.
***
Hmm. Ethan was being evasive. Certainly not an *unusual* state of affairs, but still often not a good sign. Still, he was in a good mood and willing to let it slide. He settled for watching the birds and feeling the breeze and letting Ethan get up to whatever he felt the need to get up to.
He took his time wandering back where Ethan was setting up the spell, and braced himself for anything. Set some boundaries in his mind as he went. No summoning of first order demons, because they would be eaten. No crossing over to the spirit realm, because that was always messy. No calling on leprechauns, because they didn't exist, and that would just be embarrassing. Other than that, everything else should be fair game.
***
He'd just finished constructing the circle when Ripper rounded the last tree. Elements all in their places, candles firmly seated in the loose, moist dirt. Held the book open in his lap, scouring the page to set its contents to memory, and flashed another grin.
Oh, this would be good.
"That is what I intend to do. I'd be ever so pleased if you'd join me. Seeing as it won't work without you and all."
Then just watched as Ripper skimmed the page once, twice, a third time while he settled back on his heels to wait for the inevitable reaction.
They'd not performed sex magic before. Talked about it yes, but never worked it. And it would do far more for his cause than he could ever dream of doing under more normal circumstances.
***
Right then. Thoughts of leprechauns and demons and... well, basically anything... vanished completely from his mind. Not that they hadn't talked about such things before. But it had been idle conversation, and this was the real thing. His mind flickered a bit as he read over the words.
His body, on the other hand, had absolutely no qualms at all.
And if there was one thing he'd been figuring out over these past few months, it was that he really tended to think far too much for his own good.
Well, he vowed, not today he wouldn't.
He read the page over three times, getting the words in order, and then set the book aside.
"All right, then."
He settled on his knees just inside of the casting circle. Met Ethan's eyes, and felt his body flush with blood, his cock grow a bit harder, anticipating pleasure. He didn't let himself analyze it. Just told himself to relax and enjoy.
***
Well.
Interesting.
For a moment he thought he might make a snide remark about Ripper always having wanted to shag him, but he bit his tongue to head those words off, recited the Latin instead. Because really, his mouth got him in all sorts of trouble and right now he couldn't bear the thought of buggering this up over it.
Shifted closer to Ripper, felt the heat, fresh grass ruining the knees of his jeans, but he didn't care, not for the mussed clothing or the open air or the people that might happen by. Because it meant he could touch as much as he wanted. Held Ripper's eyes fast, the Latin rolling on his tongue making it thick and unwieldy, then raised his hands to pluck open the top buttons of Ripper's shirt.
***
He found himself concentrating on breathing evenly. Found he couldn't quite look away from Ethan's eyes. Latin words, spoken clearly, confidently, buzzing in his ears. Ethan was unbuttoning his shirt now.
Strange. Male hands, brushing against his chest. Felt just as good. More so, maybe. Maybe it was the magic, gathering around them. He only knew that the farther down those hands got--now a knuckle brushed briefly against his stomach just left of his navel--the farther down he wanted them to go.
His balance wavered a bit, and he reached up instinctively, his hand finding Ethan's side. He'd never really touched him before, not after the day they met, not aside from the occasional small corrective touches necessary for their lessons.
But his hand settled against Ethan's ribs now. Ethan's warmth seeping through thin fabric and into his palm.
The breathing-evenly thing was getting more and more difficult to maintain as Ethan reached the last button.
***
He could feel the simmer starting, bubbling just beneath the surface as so many things did with Ripper, reason fighting pleasure, history fighting now. An effort of will was all that kept his eyes open when Ripper touched him, long fingers slightly splayed against his side, not for balance or censure, but because Ripper wanted them there. Presumably.
Cotton in his throat, raw and unplucked turning his litany to a growl. Power rising, more power than he'd ever thought himself capable of wielding. All from this, from Ripper, flaring wildly from the barest slide of his fingertips.
Palms pressed briefly against Ripper's chest and he slid them up and under, negotiating the sleeves without thinking, cock twitching in his trousers from the magic and lust and the fact that finally, finally he was able to touch Ripper the way he wanted.
Tossed the shirt aside, beyond the circle and managed a cheeky grin around his Latin, and let his hands learn the map of Ripper's skin. Light teasing touches in tender places, dragging his thumb across nipples just to watch them harden.
So lovely.
***
Lust, pure and bright, and he still couldn't look away. Ethan was touching him, now, fingers skating over his skin. So good to be touched. His next breath was hard, shuddering. Then the touch was just too light, not enough. He wanted more of those hands on him. Wanted a body against his own, under his own.
He wanted to fuck something. Someone. Ethan.
The magic surged between them.
Then it didn't matter. Not that it was a boy, not that it was Ethan. He found the top button of Ethan's shirt with shaking fingers. Fumbled with it, got it undone. Just wanted skin to touch.
Ethan reached the end of the first stanza of the chant, and Ripper picked it up, the magic already strong enough that the words seemed to be simply swelling up through the earth and spilling from his lips on their own accord.
***
He let Ripper carry the incantation, watched his lips move around the words, the glint go sharper in his eyes, then surrendered his hold, moved to help Ripper see to his own shirt. The magic, invisible but still very present, sparking unseen between his fingertips. Grazed his stomach on the way up and gasped from it, eyelids fluttering and closing against his will. Buttons proving nearly impossible with the quiver in his hands. Shimmied out of the shirt, finally, and leaned in. Caught the rumble of Ripper's voice, strong and sure and heavy under his lips, mouthing the hollow at his throat, wishing he knew the spell to strip them both down to nothing, wishing that they weren't already in the midst of another spell that would end up bolloxed if he used it. Wound his arms around, grabbing whatever handfuls of flesh he could.
Teeth and nails and want.
Ripper so warm, so responsive, so beautifully and thoroughly debauched at his hands.
***
Ethan’s shirt was off, finally, Ethan's *mouth* was on him, wet and hot at the tender spot at the base of his throat. Tongue. God yes. He reached for him suddenly, and ran his hands roughly up his back and down. Smooth hot skin. So good.
His body throbbed in time to the pulse of the chant. Everything heavy, slow. He rolled his head back. Above him, leaves and bright sky. He leaned into Ethan, he pulled him closer. Not close enough. Ethan's mouth was still on his throat, his body still too far away. Just unacceptable. He pressed his hand up along the curve of Ethan's spine, found the nape of his neck and caught a handful of his hair. Just enough to get a grip, so he could pull his head back, so he could pull his body flush against him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. Cock to hard cock.
His body sparked with lust. Ethan's eyes only centimeters away from his own now, their noses brushed up closes, Ethan's lips close enough that when Ripper's lips moved with the chant, it was like kissing.
He rocked his hips forward, once, experimentally.
***
Sharp skitter up his spine, and Ethan grabbed on harder, felt muscles shifting hypnotically under his hands, Ripper's cock nudged in aside his own, hip bones rubbing together as he rocked back. Every nerve ending a live wire from lip to chest to hip, especially in the tight bow of his back, Ripper's fingers pushing him closer, driving him breathless. Close enough now he shared the sweet, sharp exhalations, breathing the Latin in as Ripper chanted, desire spiking at the flash in his eyes and the constant low murmur and motion on Ripper's lips.
Wanting more. More skin, more cock. Beyond caring who fucked whom, just needed.
Slid his hands between them on a sheen of sweat, fumbling clumsily for buckle, button, zip. Heat and hardness against his palms, behind the jeans, Ripper grinding against him when he touched, rubbed a little more gently than he wanted to. Felt the tremor rise from his knees and spread, until he couldn't not touch, couldn't not push the layers away and find skin, finally, finally hold Ripper in his hand. Thick and hot, slick with desire and his own hips bucked out of reflex, his fingers still working, wrapped tight and pulling slowly, caught between their bodies.
Eventually, he'd have to take up the chant. Ethan wasn't entirely certain he would be able to at this point. Wasn't sure they'd need to continue the way the power was pressed in around them, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
And fuck, he was touching Ripper. Ripper. Ripper. Might have whispered it against those Latin lips, tongue slipping out to taste the sweat and sweet saliva. Couldn't help himself.
***
He was always trying to get Ethan to maintain focus. He was losing it, now. Words faltering, dropping to a desperate whisper, all he really wanted to say was, "please, god, Ethan, please." The cadence of pleading worked its way into ancient rhythm and rhyme. A whimper between lines.
Ethan was touching him. Hand around him, working him, so good, god, so good.
Flicker of tongue against his lips, and he needed more. Nestled his face against a slightly stubble-rough cheek, breathed in the scent of Ethan, his nose tickled by the hair at his temple. Three more lines, three more lines. His hips rolled with Ethan's rhythm, his hands clutched at Ethan's back.
Wanted, wanted, wanted.
Two more lines.
He shoved his hand between them, worked button and zip. Metal clawed his hand as he reached inside, found hard flesh and curled his fingers tight around it.
Then one.
Then his lips were his own again, his mind was free. He gripped tight--the feeling of a cock in his hand so familiar and so wildly different--and his lips grazed the whorls of Ethan's ear as he whispered, "Would you let me fuck you?"
Saying those words spilled a whole new cascade of fire down his spine, through his cock. He felt his balls draw up tight. He could come, right then. He shut his eyes and breathed, holding it back.
***
Something he was supposed to do, had to do with the ritual, but he couldn't remember, now, with Ripper's hand wrapped around him. Hard already, aching, and the pressure, so close to pain, so beyond pleasure made him tremble a bit, losing control of his limbs because of it. Precisely what he wanted.
Low words breathed against his ear, and he leaned into them, head tilted, eyes closed, head spinning. Wanted. Oh yes.
"God, yes," he choked out, breath run short and quick. "Please." Breathed in the scent of Ripper's arousal, sucked up a bruise on his shoulder, tugged his cock just a bit harder to make sure there was no doubt about it. Mind flashing at him again, his face buried in the grass, nostrils full of clean sharp green smells with a generous coating of Ripper, one of Ripper's gorgeous hands buried to the last knuckle, working him up, pressing inside, mastering his body, and making him scream like dear Danny never did.
Buried his face in the crook of of Ripper's neck, thrust against the grip. Heard quiet plaintive whimpers flit out on the warm air, not knowing until he felt the vibration in his chest that it was him making them.
So long he'd wanted this. So very, very long.
Said, "Please" again with more edge, more whine, more urgency, hoping it got through.
***
Ethan, begging. Dear God. Never had anyone actually beg before, nothing beyond Olivia's flippant "Shag me already, Ripper." Nothing like this. Pure need, hands gripping him like letting go would end the world. Ripper's chest was heaving, his mind narrowed down to sex and Ethan.
Ethan, shaking with desire, clumsy with it.
Fuck him. He could fuck him. Was asking for it, wanted it, wanted him.
Wow. Wow.
For a moment, though, he couldn't bear the thought of losing Ethan's hand on him, pumping him, tight and fast and hard. He dropped his head back again, feeling smooth Ethanskin against his chest.
"God. God, Ethan," he said. "So good."
Then came the thought: what the hell are you waiting for?
And then the answer.
"Fuck. Ethan," he's gasping now, struggling for real words, "I've never, what... how."
Way to kill the mood, Ripper, he thought, but he couldn't bear the thought of hurting him.
***
At least he'd remembered that. Tucked in a deep corner, just in case. Forced himself to pull back, untangle enough to breathe. Let go.
"Slick in the pack."
Really doing this. Not about magic anymore, not really. Spell long forgotten, but power still thrumming, making his head throb and ache. Not toward any end. Ripper. Wanted to. No qualms or questions, none of import, and he'd said it first, brought it up. Lust was all that was needed for the ritual, and they had that by the barrelful.
Even stopping for this, allowing time for thought and still going on, pushing forward. Hungry for it. Knees aching but Ethan couldn't find a care for it.
Never imagined Ripper would want like this, need just as much. For all the hoping and careful looks, he'd thought it a passing fancy, appreciation for beauty without a real basis.
But it wasn't. Too far. Not close enough. Hurry.
Kicked his shoes off and shimmied out of everything, ready. So ready. God
***
His hands shaking worse than ever now, feeling weak and uncoordinated as he opened the pack, dug through the random spell components and such that they always had with them. Down at the very bottom, he hit on a small tube. Pulled it out and checked the label. KY.
Had a staggering moment, then, of "what am I doing?" and "how did this happen?" and "what the hell does this make me?"
Then he turned back around, and Ethan was naked, dappled in sunlight falling through elm leaves, and looking at him like there was nothing else worth seeing in the world.
And his throat went dry and his breath abandoned him completely, and all he could do was stare, because all those excuses he used to make for himself for those times he watched Ethan across the dance floor, during spells, just during the day in the house, suddenly fell away. Because really, the only reason that mattered was that Ethan was the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.
***
For a moment, just a split second really, Ripper's eyes focused, brow crinkled with thoughts couldn't possibly be friendly to the cause, and Ethan tensed, tried to focus himself so he could rescue this if need be. Then his features smoothed, his gaze wandered, his lips parted ever so slightly and that was that. Gorgeous, even in absent confusion, the tube lying in his palm like an offering, hair mussed, trousers askew, cheeks flushed with desire.
But they'd never get anywhere if he left it to Ripper.
So he curled up and crawled, felt the grass under his hands, the earth beneath, calling for him, urging him forward. Animal. On all fours and stalking his prey. Scenting Ripper again when he got close enough, cheek rubbed against stomach, working his tongue lower in senseless swirling patterns. Plucked the tube from Ripper's hand and opened it, gripped his wrist tighter than necessary, drew small circles against the pulse point with his thumb. Moved, closed his mouth Ripper's fingers and sucked, tasting salt, dirt, sulfur then let them go. Squeezed the tube a bit too hard and left half of it in Ripper's hand.
God, yes. They were. He was. Ripper was. Please, soon.
Turned then, back to Ripper, knees spread wider, thighs twitching in anticipation, and threw a look over his shoulder, let everything out in his voice, just a word "Ripper."
***
Ethan on his knees and spread out before him like an offering to some carnal god. Cool slick gel in his palm. Cock so hard it burned.
His higher functions blinked off the moment Ethan got down on all fours, but higher functions weren't required to figure out what was expected of him now. Not at all. Better off without them, really.
He took one last moment to look at Ethan, braced on his knees, thighs shaking a bit, tension running along his back and shoulders. Waiting for him. His eyes traced the dip of Ethan's spine down to the dimple just above his arse, and then lower. Watched as Ethan's muscles tensed and relaxed, and wondered what that would feel like when he was inside him.
Inside Ethan. Shit.
Sex had never felt quite like this before, and as he finally eased up along Ethan's back, he slid his arm around him, held him close to his chest. Felt something swell in his heart even as his cock bumped against the the firm muscle of Ethan's arse and twitched.
"Ethan," he whispered, and then smoothed the gel over his fingers with his thumb, and reached up.
Ethan twitched when he touched him. Compared to women, and from this angle, this was unfamiliar anatomy under his fingers, and he couldn't see what he was doing, took a moment to find what he was looking for. Half-expected a snide comment from Ethan on that score, but then his fingers slid over a puckered ring of muscle.
Soft noise from Ethan, a shifting of his body, leaning back into Ripper, and the muscles relaxed almost immediately, softening, and his fingertip slid unexpectedly inside. A soft curse dropped from his lips.
Nothing to stop him, he slid his finger just a bit deeper inside.
Perfect, smooth, hot, tight, clenching slightly around his finger, and Ethan was moving a bit in his embrace again. He folded down the rest of his fingers and pressed the first in as far as it would go.
"What's it like?" he asked, voice soft with wonder. Couldn't stop the question.
As he waited for Ethan to answer, he began to slowly seesaw his finger in and out, a gentle hint at what he'd be doing with his cock later.
***
Let his head fall back against Ripper's shoulder, hardly breathing, breathing hard. Warmth along his back and skin, so much skin. Cock jutting like some obscene monument to the fallen, Ripper's riding against his thigh, finger working in, tentative but there, touching, seeking, sliding on a film of slick, turning him inside out. Wrapped one arm around and tangled his fingers at the nape of Ripper's neck. Not letting go, not ever, not for anything.
Voice caught in his throat, lodged there for a moment before he managed to make it work.
"Like nothing else in the world."
Driving deep enough, nail catching a little, tiny eddies of pleasure pain radiating out over his skin.
Breath gone, back arched and wriggling against Ripper in earnest now. Wanted. Wanted. Grabbed Ripper's free hand and curled it around his cock, their fingers threading together against his flesh. Fire licking at him everywhere their skin touched.
***
It felt like holding Ethan's life in his hands, trite as that may have seemed at any other moment. One hand twined with Ethan's own around his cock, stroking slowly, the other inside him. Fucking him. His knuckles nudging now and then against Ethan's balls.
The feeling of it all was, for a moment, amazing enough that even his own desire seemed of secondary importance.
A fresh sweat broke over Ethan's back and their skin skidded and stuck as they moved together.
The breeze picked up again, brushing around them, cooling the sweat on his own back, sending a skittering of goosebumps across his skin. He turned his head--Ethan's fingers gripping, tugging his hair--and he kissed Ethan's cheek, his ear, his jaw. Whatever he could reach. Tasted salt.
Ethan's arse was slick and relaxed, and he realized that this was it. He could.
His gut twisted, knotted, heart slammed into his throat.
"Fuck you," he said, "Going to fuck you. Right now."
Reached down to grip himself with his slick hand. Smoothed the lube over himself with one quick swipe, sending fire-ice rushing through his insides.
"Going to put my prick inside you."
Vertigo, dizzy. Need. So much need. The tip of his cock touched the place where Ethan was smooth and hot and open. Easy as a warmed knife through butter, he slid inside.
***
Deep inside. Long, slow strokes both of them rocking on their knees. Nothing off or awkward, just there, Ripper moving inside him. *Inside* him. Like he was meant to be. Hand curled around his cock tightening and it was almost too much.
"God Ripper, so good, so fucking good," he said, voice tight and thready, alien. Wished he could see. Wanted to, and if he closed his eyes he almost could. The slow ripple of back muscles spreading then contracting, the glimmer of sweat on Ripper's brow. Almost.
Moaning now, audibly. Wanting. Wanting. Wanting.
But couldn't bring himself to drop, give up his hold on Ripper, the sweat slicked hair slipping between his fingers, binding him, holding him so he didn't just float away.
So perfect. The scent of them together filling his nostrils, Ripper's heat and that beautiful, beautiful cock rearranging him into something entirely different. Chest tight and heart pounding furiously, like he'd just swum the English channel. God, oh God.
***
Tight. Soft.
Ethan's breath racing beside his ear, Ethan's heartbeat hammering tangibly against his chest. His own breath, own heart keeping pace. Ethan was moaning, gasping mindless words of approval. He kept it slow. Had to, because under the pleasure was a frission of something like fear. Of masculine pride. It was always there, even with a woman, but a thousand times more so now with Ethan, telling him to control himself. Make it last.
It was difficult, though, with his body the way it was, balanced on a knife blade, teetering towards climax ever time he slid back into that welcoming, caressing heat. Every time he remembered a time when Ethan smiled at him with a flicker of *this* in his eyes, or a time when they sat across from each other, magic flowing between them, and he'd felt a trace of this heat inside him. Ethan's heat. Ethan's life.
How long had they been doing this? How long had they been locked in foreplay, waiting for this moment?
Right now, his body was begging for release as though it had been years. And maybe it had. Maybe a lifetime.
But the strangest thing was... a part of him *didn't* want it. A part of him wasn't straining towards orgasm. A part of him, possibly a rather large part, was enjoying this far too much to ever want it to end.
It just felt so good.
He nuzzled Ethan's cheek.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
***
Mindless, Ethan complied. Tilted his head aside and found Ripper's lips waiting, warm and sweet. Tangled fingers tugging him deeper, tonguing molars and drinking down the taste he'd thirsted after for what seemed like millennia. Scattered now as always, sensation and thought swirled together like some chaotic, fanciful meringue he couldn't believed he'd been offered. Ripper. Filling him, holding him, loving him.
Loving him.
Noises for that, little animal mewling things he'd never heard out of himself. None he could make sense of in the tumult spilling over, lava running in his veins, more abandoned for it, grinding back against Ripper harder. Sucking at his tongue and trying to work it out.
Ripper loved...?
And he. Ethan knew he did. Had always known it was Ripper, only Ripper.
If only he could stop time.
***
Kissing him was nice. Which seemed an understatement, because it was mind-blowing, earthshaking, but it wasn't an understatement. Nice just seemed the perfect word.
And kissing, somehow, seemed so much more intimate even than the way he was inside of him. Kissing him, he could taste him, share his breath. Could catch those sweet moans in his own mouth and feeling them tingly on his tongue.
He wrapped his free arm tightly around Ethan's chest, the lubricant sticking his palm tackily to Ethan's ribs. Hugged him close, fucked him slowly, kissed him deeply.
The fear gave way to something languid and warm and simple. They kissed, leaves rustling above them.
The words, when they came, were too natural to stop. Slipped in with the "so good," and the "want you," and the "love this."
"Love you. Love you so much, Ethan," whispered between damp lips before sinking back into that wonderful kiss.
***
Words. Said aloud. Things he'd thought he'd never hear. Loved.
Trembling. Shaking loose and easy in Ripper's arms, safe and... Loved.
Falling.
So far, so fast, so hard. Ripper there to catch him. Strong hands holding him, holding him together.
Grass breaking, sharp tang on the wind. Earth, air, water, fire. Fire. Magic. This was magic not the other. Ripper's power mingling freely with his own, Ripper taking and giving at once, their bodies melding, joining, moving together. One.
Loved.
***
Hadn't expected this, such a powerful reaction. Hadn't expected Ethan to melt in his arms. He clutched him tighter in his embrace, let them both down onto the grass. *Loved him*. God, he loved him. It was wonderful. The feeling had been there so long, but now it was named, and that gave it such power.
Power that surged through him, between them. He didn't need to hold back anymore. No reason now. They were one, giving and receiving. He was sweating from the heat of the fire between them. Pressed his mouth between Ethan's shoulder blades and tasted dirt and sweat and *love* as he let his body take, give, what it wanted.
Pounding into him now, pleasure all he could feel, *Ethan* all he could feel.
"God, I love you," he said.
Right on the edge now, could fall at any moment, his hand moving fast and firm on Ethan's cock. Wanted to feel him come, feel the rush of his pleasure pass through them both, wanted his body to show Ethan just how much he was loved.
He'd never loved anybody before.
***
And again. Green blades fisted between his fingers, Ripper crashing into him, lost to lust and love.
"Love you," he said, without meaning to, gasped and growled between tight clenched teeth, languid muscles drawing taut, the burn flaring in his belly.
"Love you, Ripper. God." Bracing himself against the earth, drawing from it. Back arched and shoulders curled. Hand moving whiplash quick, slick wet slap of flesh and sweat, cock pounding the words into his soul, marking it as Ripper's.
So close.
Losing himself in it.
Long lost.
Balls drawn tight, almost painful then not and he's shaking. Rattling apart at the joints, tendons screaming, raw rasp of breath and nonsense tumbling from his lips, lips that still tasted of Ripper.
Sharp flash and zing, blind and coming. Coming so hard he's sure he's died.
***
Ethan's echo of his words, he thought, was the most honest thing he'd ever heard him say. Maybe the only truly honest thing he'd ever heard him say. Stripped of every lie and pretense and misdirection, the Ethan beneath him now, shuddering through his orgasm, was the most pure he'd ever seen him. Naked in body and mind and soul.
In that moment, it felt as though he'd never have to question his place with Ethan again. He was loved, and he loved in return.
The power still between them, Ethan's body clenched tight with pleasure around him, he pressed his face into Ethan's back. Smelled him, tasted him, *felt* him, all around him.
Coming. Oh yes, he was coming. His climax lifted through him, crushing the air out of his lungs, slamming his hips down, his cock deep inside Ethan. He screamed silently into Ethan's back and the universe squeezed down around them.
The End