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“Thank you. Thank you.” Damiano smiled out into the crowd and leaned forward with the microphone stand in front of him. The energy in the room was electric and he soaked in the feel of it. “We will see you soon.”
Waving to the cheering people, Damiano followed Thomas off the stage. It was their fake exit and Damiano could feel his lungs screaming for a cigarette.
“Kill them.” Damiano patted Thomas’ shoulders as he walked behind them. “Remember the surprise.”
Releasing Thomas so he could go back for his solo, Damiano took the offered cigarette and locked eyes with Victoria. Taking a deep drag, he called her over with his finger.
Ethan was talking to the drum tech and making sure none of favourite drums were going to get damaged. Damiano couldn’t hear him, but he was sure that was what was happening.
Ethan had multiple conversations about his drums all day. Most of it was repeated information, but everyone entertained his worrying thoughts.
The drum techs knew and had arranged to have the right ones on stage.
Thomas, Victoria, and Damiano were sworn to not permanently damage the drums.
The drums would be fine. They were only going to toss them around. And Ethan didn’t even have to do anything. Just play until the end.
“You in for the surprise?” Damiano smiled with her as she wiped the sweat off her face. “We will tease it first.”
“Did you get Ethan to agree?” Victoria looked over her shoulder and saw Ethan pacing with his cigarette in hand. “Are you sure it is right for tonight? Look at him.”
“It will be a great distraction.” Damiano leaned in closer. “And he has been practising. I know it.”
Thomas’ guitar solo was coming to an end and Damiano raced off to grab the bag he had prepared.
He was the last one on stage, but he got the loudest cheer when he returned. As much as he struggled with anxious thoughts and making it through the stress of the tour, he would never grow tired of hearing that energy projected at him.
And they would never have a first tour of the US again. This moment was to be cherished and remembered.
“Hi. Hello.” Damiano put the bag down near his feet and waved out to the crowd. “We lied. Shocking. We like to be dramatic. We have a few more songs. But first…”
Damiano turned his back to the crowd and walked with the microphone behind his back. Walking up the steps and around the drums in his way, Damiano beamed his smile at the confused look on Ethan’s face.
“Are you ready, RiRi?” Damiano bit his tongue between his lips and enjoyed the range of emotions that went through Ethan. “Come on. Come sing for them. It is the end of the tour. It will be perfect.”
Ethan pointed to himself and laughed while he shook his head. Looking beyond Damiano and into the audience, he raised his hand to his chest and shook his head as he looked down at his drums. “I don’t know the words.”
“Bullshit.” Damiano offered his hand out and the crowd started chanting Ethan’s name without any context of what they were doing. “Listen to them. They will not care. Come on.”
Taking his hand, Damiano felt that he was shaking but Ethan followed him with no trouble. Damiano raised their hands over his shoulder as they walked down the short stairs in case Ethan was going to run away on him.
Raising the mic with his other hand, he started shhhing them so he could talk. Keeping Ethan’s hand in his own, Damiano looked out to the crowd. “This is our last official date of our first US tour. We have had a lot of fun, both on stage and off. But tonight, we want to share something with you.”
Damiano looked over to Ethan and saw that he had his free hand on his chest and he was swallowing as he took in everyone in front of them. He was nervous, but Ethan would tell him if he wanted to stop.
And Damiano would listen. He would never embarrass him in front of that many people.
“Now, on tour, there is a lot of free time. One thing we like to do is make fun of each other and do dumb shit.” Damaino released Ethan’s hand and rested his arm behind Ethan’s back as he pulled him in closer. “One thing that Ethan loves to do is sing random songs. We love it and we would like to share one of them with you.”
The quiet crowd had been listening to his every word and exploded in loud cheers at the realisation of what Damiano had told them. Most people already had their phones out, but now it seemed like everyone had a device in their hands.
Damiano felt Ethan turn away from the sound and more into Damiano’s body. Lowering the mic, Damiano asked him in Italian. “This okay?”
“Yes.” Ethan answered and covered his face with both of his hands before shaking out his arms. Taking the mic, Ethan raised it up and said, “Please sing with me. I don’t know all the words. You all need to sing with me. Please.”
Putting his hand over Ethan’s hand on the mic, Damiano pulled it closer to him. “Don’t tell them the song. It is a secret. And, I have props. This was not planned.”
Damiano smirked at the audience and flipped his right hand out and then down. “Maybe just a bit.”
Ethan’s hand lowered as Damiano removed his hand and Ethan turned his back to the crowd to see what Damiano had in his bag.
“No. Damiano. No.” Ethan was shaking his head, but he was smiling. His fingers covered his mouth and he bit on the side of his index finger. “I cannot.”
“No, but RiRi can.” Damiano laughed and took out the dress while hiding the other object in his hand. Ethan released his finger from his mouth and covered his face with his whole hand.
Moving his head around Ethan’s body, Damiano showed the dress to the crowd. His face hurt from smiling already and Damiano knew that there were going to be so many videos of this, it would shut down their corner of the internet.
Damiano took the mic while Ethan put the silver dress over his head. Smoothing back his hair, Ethan laughed at the look Damiano was giving him.
Damiano’s eyes were wide and he was fanning himself with his hand. Raising the mic, Damiano moved to the side of Ethan and grinned. “I mean, look at the quality entertainment we bring to the US.”
“Stop.” Ethan reached for the mic after he raised his hands up to show the crowd his dress. Only Damiano shook his head and Ethan pouted at him. “What?”
“One more thing.” Damiano spoke into the mic and then put it between his legs to show the lipstick to the crowd.
It was dark red. He had stolen it earlier from their makeup people.
“What else do you have?” Ethan laughed while one of his hands brushed against the top of his chest. The lights from the stage hit the sparkles on the dress and Damiano was blinded for a minute. “This is too much.”
“Just one other thing. But it is for me.” Damiano offered his assistance to put the lipstick on Ethan and got the crowd chanting again as he opened the container in his hand.
Damiano focused all his attention to make sure the lipstick went over Ethan’s lips the right way and there were no smudges.
After checking his work, Damiano turned Ethan to the crowd and laughed as Ethan raised his hand up and blew a kiss to the crowd with his lips puckered.
Ethan was loving it.
He had his shy moments, but Ethan loved positive attention when he knew it was genuine.
And the audience was projecting nothing but love back to him.
Looking around, Damiano saw that Victoria and Thomas were in their places and he nodded his head to them.
Thomas started with the drum beat and Damiano turned to the audience to see if they had guessed the song yet. There were a bunch of confused faces and people talking to each other.
Victoria started on the guitar and half of the audience started laughing and cheering while their hands went up.
The mobiles were already recording and Damiano smiled at a few cameras before putting his hands up and cheering for Ethan.
“Shine bright like a diamond.” Ethan’s English was awkward but it didn’t matter because the crowd shouted along with him. “Shine bright like a diamond.”
Fanning himself, Damiano jumped up and down and screamed Ethan’s name. He went full fangirl and half the crowd cheered him on while the others sang the song.
“Find light in the beautiful sea, I choose to be happy.” Ethan laughed and turned away from the crowd and looked directly at Damiano jumping next to him. Raising his hand, Ethan pointed his finger at Damiano and swirled it in a seductive way before pointing upwards. “You and I, you and I, we're like diamonds in the sky.”
“Yeah!” Damiano took out the shirt from his bag and put it on before turning to the crowd and pointing at the words on it. It was the shirt that Ethan had gotten from a fan that read, ‘I’m banging the drummer.’
The crowd lost it as they realised what the shirt said and Damiano laughed at all the wrong notes Victoria and Thomas were playing.
Ethan turned his eyes to him from the crowd’s reaction and then raised his hand to his mouth as he saw the shirt Damiano was wearing. Lowering the mic, Ethan let out a loud laugh. His real one and Damiano fell over onto him as they laughed together.
The crowd continued to sing for them and Thomas and Victoria tried to stay on the right notes, but soon everyone was laughing and cheering as the music faded out.
Ethan hugged Damiano close to him and pressed his head into Damiano’s neck before stepping back with his hand still on Damiano’s back.
Taking the mic from Ethan as they both tried to control their laughter, Damiano raised his hand toward Ethan and told him to take a bow.
Ethan did and blew a few kisses to the audience before kissing Damiano’s cheek and then running back to his spot behind the drums.
“You might think we are all sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll backstage, but really we are just messing around and singing Rihanna songs.” Damiano let out a high pitch laugh and waited a few seconds for Thomas and Victoria to get back to their instruments. “Sorry, Rihanna. We love you.”
Damiano could still hear Ethan laughing behind him and he turned to see that he was still wearing the sparkly dress.
Damiano felt his lungs expand and he winked in Ethan’s direction before taking a deep breath. Scanning his eyes back to the crowd, he saw Eason grinning from ear to ear at the side of the stage. Damiano winked at him as well and then turned himself back to the audience.
“Okay. Okay.” Damiano gestured for the crowd to settle down after taking the shirt off and tossing it behind him. “Now that we have our fun. But, we have songs to sing. Our own songs. Did you like the shirt? A fan gave Ethan that shirt and it seemed right for this moment. Okay. Now. Our songs. Sing with me.”
Damiano gave the last two songs his all while moving around the stage.
Toward the end of the last song, Thomas started smashing his guitar and Victoria followed in. Damiano jumped around and stirred the crowd up more as pieces of metal shattered against the stage.
Ethan, bless his heart, continued to play until all three of them pulled the drums away from him.
Standing with the drumsticks in his hands, Ethan tossed them up and shrugged his shoulders. There was no permanent damage to the drums and his favourite ones were locked away on a lorry waiting to be transported to Italy.
They did their bow together and Damiano said some more kind words, but the tour was done.
He had survived it.
And he was better for it.
The after party started backstage with everyone shouting and celebrating.
Damiano changed out of his stage clothes and mingled with a few people before he was searching for Ethan.
Ethan had stripped down to his pants and posed for the photos with them. After Victoria started shaking the champagne on everyone, Damiano had lost him to the sea of people.
Damiano had a few friends there, but they knew he had a clock ticking on him.
Lighting his cigarette, Damiano waved to everyone and told them he would see them tomorrow morning.
There was a group breakfast scheduled and then people were going to start to scatter.
When they talked about it a few days ago, Ethan did not want to fly back home given the length of the flight. However, with his head feeling better, he might want to get home as quickly as possible.
Either way, while some of the others left the next afternoon, Ethan and Damiano were not scheduled on a flight yet.
Walking further away from everyone, Damiano smiled around his cigarette and followed the sounds.
Ethan was off in a secluded area and whistling and snapping his fingers. The sounds echoed back to him and Damiano instantly heard the notes of the Rihanna song Ethan had sung for everyone.
Ethan wore a black shirt and black trousers. His hair was back and high on his head.
He must have seen Damiano’s shadow because he stopped whistling and snapped one more time as he turned and smiled at Damiano.
Ethan had washed off the makeup and he looked beautiful in the dim lighting of the room. Beautiful but tired.
“I don’t want to go out tonight.” Ethan walked in closer and wrapped his arms around Damiano as he leaned their heads together. “Stay in my room tonight.”
“Will you be able to sleep with me there?” Damiano’s hands went to Ethan’s back and he traced random patterns with his fingers. “I want you to be able to sleep.”
“It helped you sleep, so I didn’t mind.” Ethan moved his head to the side once and tightened his grip on Damiano’s jean jacket. “It is important that you sleep. You have been so stressed. So worried about everything, including me. I can sleep anywhere, but you slept so well in my bed.”
“We will have to figure that out going forward.” Damiano moved his hands underneath Ethan’s jaw and moved their heads back. “There are a lot of things we will need to talk about. How is your head?”
Ethan looked up and to the side while he seemed to think about it. “Okay. I might have moved it a bit more tonight. But it was the last gig and it felt amazing to move. Eason said my brain is healing and I can feel it getting better. I feel like me. I missed me.”
“Aw.” Damiano kissed his cheek and then between his eyes. Moving back, Damiano smiled as Ethan’s eyes looked toward his mouth and stayed there. “I love that you are feeling better. I would love to sleep in your room.”
“But not only sleep.” Ethan raised his eyes to Damiano’s and held them there before looking past him. “I want to touch you. Make you feel good.”
“Because I’m stressed?”
“Because I love you.” Ethan giggled and looked back at him as the small room they were in stopped echoing his laughter. Smiling, he tilted his head to the side. “Would you like me to make you feel incredible?”
“Incredible?” Damiano hovered his lips near Ethan’s but kept his eyes on him. Ethan kept his head tilted to the side and Damiano closed his eyes briefly to kiss him. Speaking against his lips, he asked, “How would you do that?”
Ethan smiled against Damiano’s mouth and moved his head so his lips were near Damiano’s ear. “Lick you open and press inside of you until your eyes close on their own. I would move deep inside until we were one and make every cell in your body want more.”
Damiano felt Ethan’s lips brush against his ear as he spoke and Damiano was thankful that Ethan’s hands were still on him because his legs were weak from the images his words created in his head.
“That does sound incredible.” Damiano let out an audible breath and turned his head to capture Ethan’s mouth. Kissing him, he stepped into the kiss and felt Ethan’s grip on him increase.
They kissed for a few minutes, alternating between slow pecks and deeper kisses. As he kissed Ethan’s bottom lip, Damiano moved them away from one another and smiled at the dazed look on Ethan’s face.
His ideas for the evening seemed ambitious given how tired he looked.
“Can we leave now?” Ethan opened his eyes and looked at Damiano. His eyes were barely open and he looked as if he could sleep standing up.
“Yeah.” Damiano nodded his head and took his hand. “We can get your bag and there should be a van to the hotel. The others are going out.”
“I’m happy you are a grandpa.” Ethan followed along with Damiano’s hand guiding him down the hallway and back to where their things had been.
“I”m happy that I understand what that means.” Damiano swayed his body and bumped into him.
It was easy enough to find Ethan’s bag and they were in the van as soon as they walked out the back entrance.
Halfway to the hotel, Ethan’s head fell onto Damiano’s shoulder and Damiano put his head on top of Ethan’s head. If he was honest with himself, Damiano was exhausted as well.
He fought to keep his eyes open because he knew if he closed them, he would be out for the rest of the evening. And sleeping in the vans was never a good thing for their bodies.
Ethan woke up enough to allow Damiano to guide them to his room. As they neared the door, Ethan’s body swayed into his and Damiano smiled as he saw Ethan’s eyes were closed.
Propping him up near the door, Damiano opened Ethan’s bag and found the hotel key among various items. Some Damiano had seen before and others that were new to him.
Not wanting to completely invade his privacy, Damiano zipped it back up and used the key to get them through the door.
He took off Ethan’s boots while Ethan laid on the bed and decided the rest of his clothes were staying on for now.
Kicking off his own shoes and taking off his jacket, Damiano moved into bed and wrapped his arm around Ethan to pull them close together.
He was asleep before he could whisper goodnight.
Waking to warmth on his face, Damiano slowly opened his eyes and found that Ethan’s face was near his own. He was still asleep.
Damiano had always woken up after Ethan.
Panicking for a brief minute, Damiano checked for signs that Ethan was breathing.
Ethan’s nose was flaring out and Damiano could hear the soft breaths move as Ethan’s chest rose and fell. He was alive.
He did not seem in pain. His face was relaxed and his hand was curled up over his mouth.
Moving quietly out of the bed, Damiano stretched and found his mobile. It was almost ten and they both had missed breakfast.
Messaging the group that they were okay but going to sleep in, Damiano saw the message was read immediately.
A heart emoji followed from Victoria and an eggplant emoji followed that from Thomas.
Deciding to ignore them, Damiano made his way to the bathroom and regretted not having his bags with him. He could leave to get them, but he did not want Ethan to wake up and find him gone.
The shower was warm and Damiano stood underneath the water longer than he needed, but it was nice to know they literally had nowhere to be.
Nothing was scheduled.
No promo.
No vans.
No flights.
No rehearsal.
No studio time.
There was a breeze of cold air and then two arms wrapped tight around his chest.
Ethan rested his chin on Damiano’s shoulder and whispered, “Good morning.”
Covering Ethan’s hand with his own, Damiano smiled and pressed back against him. “Good morning. We don’t have any plans for today. Nothing is scheduled.”
“I like that.” Ethan stepped in closer to him and Damiano moaned as he felt him against his bum. Ethan was hard and comfortable pressing against him. “But I have plans for us.”
“Yeah?” Damiano acted innocent and tilted his head to the side as Ethan’s mouth pressed against his neck. “What are we doing?”
“What I told you last night.” Ethan sucked on the bruise he had left on Damiano’s neck from a few days ago and then kissed the same spot. “Do you like our plans?”
Moving one of Ethan’s hands with his own, he pressed Ethan’s hand against his erection. “Seems I’m enjoying the plans.”
Ethan squeezed him and moved his hand down his length before turning Damiano around to face him. The water was falling on Damiano’s back, but all Damiano could feel was Ethan’s hand on him while the other pressed against his chest.
“Clean yourself and I will do the rest.” Ethan pressed his lips against Damiano’s and then stepped out of the shower to towel off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Ethan paused and took out his toothbrush. “Brush your teeth.”
“Yes.” Damiano reached for the soap and felt bold. “Sir.”
“Don’t call me sir.” Ethan laughed with his voice muffled from the toothbrush in his mouth. “That sounds weird.”
Damiano did not respond but continued to wash himself. When he stepped out of the shower, Ethan was no longer in the room.
Brushing his teeth thoroughly but at record speed, Damiano smiled in anticipation.
Everything they had done thus far had been mind blowing. But this seemed like another step in their relationship. Another level reached.
Ethan was waiting on the bed when he walked out of the bathroom. Not bothering with a towel, Damiano walked toward him bare.
Ethan’s eyes were looking up and his fingers were moving underneath his jaw. As he got closer, Damiano saw that Ethan had his eyes closed and appeared to be focusing his fingers on one particular area underneath his jaw.
He was also naked but no longer hard.
“Ethan.” Damiano moved his hand to his shoulder and smiled down as Ethan appeared to remember he existed. “Are you okay?”
“I was thinking.” Ethan returned the smile and stood up into Damiano’s space. His hands went to the top of Damiano’s arms and tapped in an equal rhythm with his fingers.
“Thinking about what?” Damiano shivered as their chest pressed against each other briefly. Moving his hands to Ethan’s hips, Damiano pulled their lower halves together. That felt even better than their chest. “Thinking about me? Us?”
“I will tell you later.” Ethan moved his head in closer and kissed Damiano once before taking his hands away. “Lie down. On your back.”
“You don’t want me to call you sir, but you are giving me orders.” Damiano crawled onto the bed and centred himself in the middle. His head was on a pillow and it gave him a great view of Ethan moving around the room. “What should I call you? Kitten?”
“No.” Ethan shook his head once and returned from going through his bag. “Victoria calls me that. It is not a sex thing. I don’t want you calling me that. It is confusing.”
Raising himself up on his elbows, Damiano saw Ethan had a condom and lube in his hands. He thought Ethan would have gathered them while Damiano showered. Apparently he sat and thought while Damiano was in the shower.
“Why does she call you that?” Damiano’s eyes followed Ethan’s body as it moved over him and laid so their chests were together. Lowering himself back off his elbows, Damiano moved both of his hands to Ethan’s neck and brushed along the skin similar to how Ethan did it to himself. “Please tell me.”
“Not now.” Ethan leaned forward and kissed Damiano’s mouth before moving down and kissing his chest. “Now I want to focus on you. Us together. Nothing else. No one else.”
Ethan was kissing down his upper chest and Damiano had to agree that it was a conversation they could have later.
For now, he wanted to focus on Ethan’s mouth. How his lips delicately brushed over his skin while Ethan’s fingers moved even more soft against his hips.
Closing his eyes, Damiano took in a breath and tensed as Ethan took his nipple in his mouth. Opening his hips more, Damiano pressed up against Ethan and felt him respond against his leg.
Damiano’s hand moved to the back of Ethan’s head and he gave light pressure near the base of his neck. “I like that. You kiss me like I will break at any moment.”
Ethan smiled against his nipple and then kissed his way further down his stomach. His hands had moved inward and were moving down the outside of Damiano’s thighs.
At this rate, Damiano was going to come before Ethan even moved inside of him.
Squeezing his neck, Damiano pressed his hips up and let out a low sound. “Ethan, I’m so close already. Please.”
“Come if you want. It will make it easier for you to relax for me.” Ethan’s hand moved from the outside of his thigh to grip him fully in his hand. Pushing back his foreskin, Ethan’s hand twisted as he moved down and then back up. His lips were near Damiano’s belly button and continuing to give gentle kisses against his skin.
“Fuck.” Damiano squeezed Ethan’s neck and raised his other hand to his chest. Brushing his finger against his nipple, Damiano tensed and released after three more passes of Ethan’s hand on him.
Damiano breathed his way through it and tilted his head back into the pillow as his body relaxed into the bed. Ethan’s lips had moved off his stomach, but he was still holding him tight while his body came back to itself.
The blissful calm washed over Damiano’s body and his hand fell down to the bed and away from Ethan’s neck. He was about ready to praise Ethan, but he lost his breath at the feel of Ethan’s mouth on him.
Ethan took him deep and then released him as he licked around his balls. Fuck, he was cleaning him off with his mouth.
Damiano was semi-hard from just coming and he felt himself twitch at the sensation of his mouth on his sensitive skin.
Wanting to say something, or do something to make Ethan feel what he was feeling, Damiano lifted his head and found he had no words.
Raising his hands to his face, Damiano sank back into the pillow and naturally allowed Ethan to move his hips.
Ethan’s hands were pressing against the inside of his thighs and exposing Damiano so his mouth could move lower.
In his head, Damiano realised that Ethan had meant this when he spoke about it, but it was another thing to accurately experience it.
Ethan did not appear to be in any hurry to get anywhere. His lips kissed against the sensitive skin underneath Damiano’s balls and then lower yet.
Damiano’s legs shook as Ethan licked against his opening.
Fighting against Ethan’s hands on his thighs, Damiano tried to close them together out of reflex. Ethan pressed against the movement and then his mouth was gone and Damiano shuttered as the cold air of the room hit the wetness.
“Are you okay?” Ethan sounded like Damiano was feeling and Damiano wished he could open his eyes to answer him. “I can stop if you want.”
“No.” Damiano shook his head underneath his hands and then moved his hands down to hold his legs open. “Please do not stop doing that. Your mouth feels amazing on me. No one has done that to me and I feel like I could come again just from that.”
“Yeah. It is pretty intense.” Ethan’s fingers were pressing against the skin near his opening and Damiano wondered when he had time to put lube on his fingers. “But, you really need to relax or this is not going to work. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Come up here.” Damiano swallowed and focused himself to open his eyes and look at him. “Please.”
Ethan kissed his cheek and continued the same pressure against him with his fingers when he pulled back. His eyes were on Damiano’s face but Damiano did not get his eyes looking directly at him. It was probably for the best.
Releasing some of the pressure on his thighs, Damiano allowed his legs to fall back onto the bed a bit and he moved to kiss Ethan’s lips.
He needed the contact and a break from Ethan’s mouth licking him.
Kissing felt more familiar and it allowed Damiano to relax enough after a few minutes that Ethan could put two fingers inside of him with ease.
“Still okay?” Ethan kissed Damiano's cheek and then near his eye before moving back. His fingers stayed moving in and out of him in a gentle rhythm.
“Yes.” Damiano nodded his head and brushed his hand against Ethan’s cheek. “Please look at me. All the way.”
It took a few seconds, but Ethan’s brown eyes locked with his own and Damiano smiled. His pupils were blown and all Damiano saw was love radiating off of him.
“Thank you.” Damiano kept his fingers moving underneath Ethan’s chin and hoped it helped enough that Ethan could hear him. “I love you.”
Ethan’s head pulled to the right twice but he kept his eyes looking at Damiano’s eyes. He didn’t say it back, but Damiano knew that he loved him. Ethan didn’t need to say it.
Damiano gasped as Ethan’s fingers were removed. He still felt open despite the loss.
Ethan moved away from him and Damiano closed his eyes to have a break of his own. His heart was pounding in his chest and he knew if he stood up right now, he would feel dizzy from it all.
Ethan was kissing his neck and pressing against him again. He must have put more lube on his fingers because they moved easier and Damiano was sure that he had added a finger.
Three fingers felt infinity more than two and Damiano relaxed his muscles to allow them to move inside him.
Ethan licked a path up his throat and soon Damiano had his mouth on his lips.
Ethan was a quick study and must have put together that Damiano relaxed the most when they were kissing each other.
Both of his hands were near Ethan’s neck and moving up into his hair. It was still in the bun from last night and Damiano grew frustrated that his fingers could only move so far before they were blocked.
As if reading his mind, or maybe Damiano was that transparent, Ethan shifted his weight and pulled at the tie holding his hair back.
Moaning as his fingers moved up Ethan’s head, brushing along his scalp as his soft hair moved with him, Damiano felt all three fingers move inside of him.
Biting Ethan’s lip, he panted against his mouth and moved his head to the side for more air.
Everything was pulsing as it became harder to breathe.
His heartbeat pulsing against Ethan’s fingers and all the way down to Damiano’s toes before back to his heart.
Damiano must have been whimpering because Ethan’s mouth was close to his ear and he was making soothing sounds in between telling him that he loved him and it was okay.
“I want you now.” Damiano pulled at Ethan’s hair and heard him wince. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Damiano hoped he was speaking clearly but he had no reference. His whole existence seemed to centre around the emptiness he felt without Ethan’s fingers inside of him.
Damiano must not have hurt him because soon enough he had Ethan’s body weight on him and the feel of his cock pressing inside of him.
He was grateful that he was moving so slowly in the beginning, but after the burn went away, Damiano wanted more.
Pressing his fingernails into Ethan’s back, Damiano moved his hands up his back and pulled him in closer.
Ethan was sucking along his neck as his hips moved into him. Damiano had enough mind control to press his hips up to meet him and moan out something that sounded like his name.
Hugging him close, Damiano’s arms wrapped around Ethan’s upper shoulders. Damiano could feel Ethan’s teeth grazing against his neck and pressed his hips up at an angle that made him black out for a few seconds.
Ethan pressed his hips into him two more times and then stilled as his back muscles tensed and his teeth bit into his skin.
Damiano knew he was wearing a condom, but he swore he could feel Ethan pulsing his release into him. The thought alone allowed him to move again at just the right angle and moan into Ethan’s hair as he came for the second time.
Neither of them moved as they breathed together.
Eventually, Damiano moved his hands to Ethan’s head and brushed back his hair to kiss the side of his head.
Whispering that he loved him, Damiano felt Ethan release his skin from his mouth and then his head collapse near his own.
“That was more than incredible.” Damiano kissed Ethan’s temple and lowered his hips down, allowing them to move apart. Damiano kept his calf wrapped around Ethan’s knee, as he cleared his voice to speak in his full volume. “You are amazing. I love that. I love you.”
Smoothing Ethan’s hair over his ear, Damiano heard Ethan repeat, “I love that. I love you.”
His neck pulled twice and then Damiano felt Ethan tense his muscles. He appeared to be breathing normally, but he was not moving away from him.
Kissing his temple, Damiano kept the same pattern of brushing his fingers through Ethan’s hair and over his ear. After a few passes, Damiano heard that Ethan’s breathing had gone shallow and his arms were twitching as he slept.
Closing his own eyes, Damiano allowed his head to sink further into the pillow.
He was still a mess.
He was not cured or fixed of anything.
Perhaps he would always be one of the broken people that walked this earth.
But the man sleeping on top of him could have the potential to help him keep it altogether.
Or at least give Damiano the motivation to try.