Cocky, Stock & Barrel

by Lina Langley

  “Do what?” Ethan said.

  Max dropped his hands to his sides. “You can’t come here and act like that,” he said.

  Ethan swallowed. “Why?”

  Max quietly laughed. “Because,” he said. “You just can’t.”

  “I thought this was what you wanted,” Ethan said. He couldn’t help but be confused.

  “It was what I wanted,” Max replied. “It was what I wanted before I realized that I wanted more than that.”

  Ethan stared at him. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I want you,” Max said. “All of you. Not just the part of you that wants to kneel down for me and beg.”

  Ethan blinked. “Like… a boyfriend?”

  Max nodded, but he didn’t answer for a few seconds. “Sure,” he said. “Like a boyfriend.”

  “Okay.”

  Max cocked his head. “Excuse me?”

  “Sure,” he said. “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

  Max raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

  “Yup,” Ethan said. “Seriously. Your legitimate boyfriend, a hundred percent. I just—you’ll just need to cut me some slack. It’s going to take me a little while to find my footing.”

  Max smiled at him, tracing the outline of Ethan’s face with his finger. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I told you, I’m patient.”

  “Good,” Ethan replied, his eyes welling up with tears. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d needed this, just how much he needed Max to touch him. “I’m going to need lots of patience.”

  Max grinned at him. “Now get in the house,” he said. “But before you do, take your clothes off.”

  Ethan blinked. “What? Right here?”

  “Yes,” Max said. “Right here.”

  Ethan looked around. There were tall trees surrounding the property, but it was a big, empty outside space and Ethan wasn’t sure what to do. “What if I don’t?”

  “Then you don’t come in,” Max said. “And we can see each other next weekend. You know, for a proper date.”

  That put Ethan’s mind at ease. He found it reassuring to know that Max wanted to date him, regardless of the choice he made right then. That was all the push he needed to start undressing himself. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulled it over his head and threw it somewhere on the porch.

  He looked at Max then, just for a second. Just enough to catch Max biting his lower lip, his gaze sliding from Ethan’s face to his chest.

  “Keep going,” Max said.

  Ethan nodded. His hands went to the front of his jeans, where he undid his button and started to undo his zipper. He didn’t look down, he continued staring at Max.

  Max wasn’t even touching him, but the way he was looking at Ethan felt inherently sexual, like he wanted to devour him with his eyes. His pants were undone and they were around his ankles in a second. He kicked his shoes off, so all that he was wearing were his boxers and his socks.

  Ethan was trying his best to ignore the tent in his underwear. He was trying to ignore how red his cheeks were, how much his cock was throbbing, how much he wanted Max to reach out and touch him.

  “All of it,” Max said.

  Ethan swallowed, his heart beating a million miles an hour in his chest. He grabbed the elastic of his underwear and started to slide it down his legs, his cock springing out of the fabric when he did.

  Max smiled at him. His eyes twinkled. “Okay,” he said. “Now you can go in the house.”

  He was still not touching Ethan. Ethan was almost certain that had to be some sort of crime. Max opened the door and let Ethan walk in before him, but Ethan had only taken one step when he felt Max’s hand on his shoulder. “No,” he said. “I didn’t say you could walk, did I?”

  Ethan looked at him over his shoulder and blinked. He wanted to ask him if he was serious, but from the look in Max’s eyes, he was serious indeed. Ethan dropped to his hands and knees, groaning as he landed on the floor.

  “Good boy,” he said. He patted Ethan’s ass softly as Ethan started to crawl, which was equal measures hot and humiliating. If Max kept touching him, Ethan was sure that he was going to blow his load all over Ethan’s carpet. “You’re going to go upstairs, still on your hands and knees, and then you’re going to turn right and go in the first door you see. That’s the door to my bedroom.”

  Ethan groaned. He nodded again, though he was aware that Max couldn’t really see his face. He could feel Max’s gaze, burning his ass. He was so exposed like this, especially as he started to climb the stairs, that he felt dizzy. He didn’t think he had ever felt that vulnerable in his entire life.

  “Slowly,” Max growled behind him. Ethan hadn’t realized just how quickly he had been climbing the stairs, which was surprisingly difficult because of how wide each step was, because of how tricky it was to keep his balance.

  It was a surprisingly difficult physical task. When Ethan had finally managed to put his hands on the landing at the top of the stairs, he stopped being able to hear Max’s footsteps. “Stop,” Max said.

  Ethan did as he was told, his body wavering. His hands were on the landing, his arms outstretched, his knees on of the steps below him and his left foot on the one below that. Every single part of his body was exposed and he couldn’t even see Max. If he turned around to look over his shoulder, he would have lost his balance.

  “Good,” Max said. “You’re so good.”

  Ethan swallowed. He heard Max approaching him. He couldn’t see it, but he could hear Max crouching, and then his hands on his ass cheeks, one on each. “What, what are you doing?” Ethan said, his voice breaking a little.

  “What I want,” Max replied. “What you begged me for. Do you still want this?”

  Ethan closed his eyes. “Yes,” he said, his voice shaking. “Yes.”

  He might not have been able to see it, but Ethan was almost certain that Max was smiling. His hands still on each ass cheek, he spread him open and breathed on his hole. The sensation was sudden and sharp, even though Max had really been nothing but gentle. Ethan’s body shuddered as Max approached him again, his tongue working circles around his hole, then slowly licking him up and down until that was all Ethan could feel, the pleasure all over his body almost too much to bear.

  After Max had worked circles around his hole, he bore his tongue inside of him. It made Ethan squirm. His tongue was sending shiver of pleasure up Ethan’s spine and Ethan had been left gasping with every swirl of his tongue, with every time Max upped his pace or slowed down slightly.

  Max moved away from Ethan and gasped. “Fuck,” he said, his voice a growl. “You taste so good.”

  Ethan closed his eyes. His knees were shaky—his entire body was shaky—and hearing Max say that made him feel even more unsteady.

  “Now keep going,” Max said. “To my bedroom.”

  Ethan took a few seconds to remember what Max had told him about his bedroom, but he was soon crawling toward it, his heart practically beating out of his chest. He didn’t know why he felt so exhausted as he walked, but he was also incredibly turned on, his cock so hard that it almost hurt and his balls so tight that it almost hurt for him to be in that position.

  When he finally reached the door, he knew just how difficult it would be for him to push it open. The door was wooden and heavy, but Max was standing next to him and pushing it open for him. Any other time, Ethan would have admired how beautiful the master bedroom was. Not then.

  All that he was thinking about was how Max was standing over him, how Max was staring at him, how Max had tongued his hole. How Max had never stopped looking at him.

  “Good boy,” Max said as he stepped over Ethan, almost as if Ethan wasn’t there. It was really fucking hot somehow, even though Ethan had felt completely ignored. Max kneeled down in front of him, put a finger under Ethan’s chin and tilted his head up so they were looking right at each. “Are you okay?”

  Ethan nodded.

  “Use your words,” Max replied, a smile on his face.
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  “Yes,” Ethan said. “Yes, I’m okay.”

  “Good,” Max said. “If you’re ever not okay, just tell me, okay?”

  Ethan nodded, then when Max furrowed, he knew he had to talk. “Yes,” he said.

  “With words,” Max said. “Before you come in here. Because you won’t be able to speak in here once you come in.”

  Ethan’s eyes widened. “What?”

  “Dogs can’t talk, silly,” Max said, winking at him. Ethan whimpered, suddenly realizing what Max expected of him when they went into the bedroom. “Can they?”

  Ethan swallowed. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself, barking softly instead. It made Max smile. Max walked in front of him and Ethan followed, still on his hands and feet, until Max sat down on the edge of his bed. “Take off my clothes, babe.”

  Ethan blinked at him. He started to get up, but Max stretched his leg out, put his foot—which was bare, completely bare, and Ethan couldn’t help but wonder when he had taken his shoes and socks off—on Ethan’s shoulder and pushed him back down softly. “No,” he said. “With your teeth.”

  Ethan blinked again. He had no idea how he was supposed to take Max’s clothes off with just his teeth, but he really wanted to see Max naked, so he was certain he was going to figure it out. Ethan noticed that Max had already undone his button, probably so it wouldn’t hurt his teeth. Ethan appreciated it.

  He bit the fabric and tried to get his jeans to slide down his legs. It worked, but it was a difficult, laborious process, especially because he wasn’t able to use his hands. He finally managed to do one leg and moved along to the other one, but not before he stopped to look at Max’s cock, which was completely erect. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

  Ethan wanted to say something about it, but he couldn’t talk. Instead, he whimpered, nuzzling his head into Max’s naked leg. Ethan felt Max thread his fingers through his hair and groan. “Good boy,” Max said in a growl.

  It made Ethan’s cock throb, it made him feel faint. Ethan managed to finish taking Max’s jeans off, far faster than he had before. He was so eager to see all of Max.

  When he had finished taking his pants off, he looked up to see Max taking off his shirt. “Because you’ve been so good,” Max said.

  Ethan stared at him, his cheeks red, his throat dry. Max was stunning, his skin glistening, little beads of sweat on his forehead.

  Max indulged him by staring at him for a little while. “Now,” Max said, his voice quiet. “I want you to go get the lube. It’s in my wardrobe over there.”

  He pointed and Ethan turned to look at Max’s dresser. It was a beautiful antique wooden dresser with lots of bottles on it, one which was clearly lube. Ethan crawled to it, got on his knees and grabbed it with his teeth.

  He turned around to go back to Max. To his surprise, Max had taken his black boxers off and his cock was completely hard. Ethan took a deep breath before he crawled back to where Max was.

  Max took the lube from his mouth. “Thank you,” he said. “Stand up. I want to look at your face when I talk to you.”

  Ethan did as he was told. He hadn’t realized just how shaky he felt, just how numb his legs were. He stood up, just enough so that their faces were level with each other. “Now make a decision,” he said. “Do you want me to fuck you? Or do you want to fuck me?”

  Ethan closed his eyes. Both of those sounded amazing to him, but after Max had gotten him ready on the stairs, Ethan had only managed to think about how great his tongue had felt inside of him. “Fuck me,” Ethan said. “Please fuck me, Max.”

  Max smiled. “Okay,” he replied. He grabbed the lube, squirted some on his hand and then applied it to his glistening cock, which was thick and uncut, with a gorgeous mushroom head. “Come over here and sit on me.”

  Ethan was about to turn around, but Max shook his head. “No,” he said. “You face me.”

  Ethan swallowed. Max moved back on the bed slightly and then he kneeled up. “Come here,” Max said. “Sit on my dick and put your legs around my waist.”

  Ethan did as he was told. Max held his cock in place as Ethan slowly moved down. Max didn’t push him, Ethan was the one who set the pace. Max was big, so moving down quickly would have hurt. Max groaned as Ethan finally shifted his weight down. It was slow, but they were both prepared, and soon Max kissing Ethan’s neck as Ethan moved his hips up and down.

  Every thrust was almost too much to handle, and since he had already not come for a few weeks, the moment that Max moved away from him to wrap his hand around his throbbing hard cock, he felt himself ready to explode.

  Max was an expert at moving his hand, at shifting his weight just right, at hitting his prostate. He was looking right at Ethan as he did, his hand perfect and warm around Ethan’s cock. He stopped moving for a second to look into Ethan’s face. “I want you to come on me,” he said, speeding up again as he spoke. “And then I want to come on your face.”

  That was all it took. Ethan could feel his orgasm building up from the core of his body to the tips of his fingers. Everything that had been building up for the last few weeks felt like it was exploding inside of him, little explosions of pleasure all over his skin, a rush of electricity from the bottom of his feet to the very top of his head.

  As he came, his orgasm enough to leave him breathless, he was vaguely aware of how much he was coming, but he was aware of little else. It suddenly felt like he couldn’t hear, like all that he could feel was the pleasure from this orgasm, that Max had given this to him.

  Because, at that moment, that was exactly what it felt like. A gift.

  Once the moment was over—and it felt eternal—Ethan wanted to collapse on top of him, but Max didn’t let him. Instead, Max grabbed him the waist and set him down on the bed so he was on his back. He kissed him on the mouth when he did, a soft, short kiss that made Ethan’s body feel like jelly.

  Then Max kneeled up again so his cock was just a few inches away from Ethan’s face. Ethan watched as Max moved his hand over it, his heart beating fast in his chest. He opened his mouth to get all of Max’s come, feeling the warm sticky liquid on his face, watching Max groan as he came on him, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth half-open.

  Max let out a heaving breath as Ethan licked around his lips, trying to get as much of Max’s come as possible with his tongue.

  “Good boy,” Max said. “You’re so good, aren’t you?”

  Ethan whimpered, sitting up when Max extended his hands and helped him find. Max kissed his cheeks, softly, then the tip of his nose. He brushed his hair away from his face. He kissed his lips. “Are you doing okay?”

  “Yes,” Ethan replied. “Yeah, I’m… yes, I’m okay.”

  “Good,” Max said. “Good. You would tell me if you weren’t?”

  Ethan nodded, swallowing. “Yes,” he said. “I would.”

  “Okay,” Max said. “I’m going to go get you some water—”

  “No,” Ethan replied. Suddenly the thought of going without Max right then, even for a second, made him desperately sad. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Okay,” Max said, smiling at him. “Don’t worry, babe, I won’t.”

  He patted the pillow next to him and Ethan positioned himself so he was next to Max’s face. “Thank you,” Ethan said quietly.

  “You’re welcome,” Max replied, his smile widening into a grin. He put his arm on Ethan’s waist, but he didn’t bring him close this time. “That was wonderful, Ethan.”

  “Yeah. I liked it too,” Ethan said. He closed his eyes. His heartbeat had slowed and his breathing was steady.

  “Do you need anything?”

  “No,” Ethan said, opening his eyes. “Just you. Here with me.”

  Max nodded. Ethan noticed that there were tears in his eyes, but he wasn’t sure why. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Max. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” Max said. “I’m just… this is a lot, you know. For you, I know it’s a lot.”

  Ethan nodded.
“Sure,” he said. He could feel the warmth of Max’s leg on him. “But you’re allowed to process too.”

  “I know,” Max said.

  “And that’s what I’m here for,” Ethan said, “Because I’m your boyfriend.”

  Max laughed, this deep, guttural, sincere laugh that Ethan didn’t think he had ever heard before. “Fine,” he said. “I’m just worried about freaking you out.”

  “well, now you have to say it.”

  Max nodded. When he spoke, he was looking away. “It’s weird,” he said. “I just… I kind of think I’m falling in love with you.”

  Ethan smiled. This felt right. For the first time in a very long time, everything felt like it was right. “Super weird,” he said, tracing the outline of Max’s jaw with his finger. “I probably shouldn’t tell you I feel the same way, right?”

  Max raised his eyebrows, his eyes watery.

  “You know,” Ethan said. “I wouldn’t want to freak you out.”

  Max laughed quietly, then closed the space between them and kissed him on the mouth.

  And that was when Ethan knew that everything was going to be okay.

  THE END

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