Ethan and Evander: Bumping Uglies

This is a crack fic. Meaning it takes place in an alternate universe and it would never happen in the world I've created for my characters now. In fact, if these two ever met in real life, I am pretty sure the world would implode. Though it'd be a pretty sexy implosion. HELL YEAH!

Anyway, if you'd like to read more about Ethan or Evander, head down to your local library and-

Haha, just check out Evander (AKA: Van) in the "Love Me" stories with his lover Kale, and Ethan in the "Rooftop" stories with his mate Fen. Thank you and goodnight!

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Ethan picked at the frayed edges of his sleeves, trying to hide the heated blush on his cheeks. Van was laying against him, content and unaware of the conflicting emotions boiling inside Ethan's brain. Part of him rejoiced at the simple, soft pressure of his best friend pressed into his hip and arm, but another part wanted to run away from it. The rest of him felt like weeping, and that part was rapidly rising to the surface. He shifted, clearing his throat a little too loudly as he moved further down the couch.

“Hey!” Van protested, turning his pouty mouth towards him and whining. “I was comfy!” Then he scooted closer, presumably to resume his cuddling.

“No.” Ethan whispered, holding up a hand. “Just...stay over there.”

Van raised one brow, give Ethan a wary look. “What, do I smell or something?” He asked, holding up one arm to sniff his armpit.

Ethan stifled the objection in his throat. You smell fantastic, he wanted to say. Like heat and skin and cucumber shampoo. But he didn't. He held his tongue, merely shaking his head. “No, it's just...I'm too hot.”

Van gave him an incredulous look. Ethan knew he sounded crazy. They were both in sweatshirts and jeans, thick socks and outside it was snowing. Heat was a good thing tonight. But Ethan couldn't think of another reason. Nothing that could cover how much he wanted to reach out and touch his friend's face, pull him close and never let go.

“Too hot?” Van repeated skeptically. “A minute ago you were shivering. If you're hot, just take off a layer, cause I want to snuggle.” The other blond muttered, rolling his eyes as he climbed up onto his knees and tried to find a good place to lay against Ethan.

Take off a layer, the words rang out in Ethan's head, bringing unwelcome images, images he shouldn't be having, and he panicked as the other grew closer. He found himself raising his hands without meaning to, both landing firmly on Van's shoulders for only a moment before he shoved, hard, sending the other flying to the far end of the couch. It had been a reflex, a moment of nervous involuntary movement, and he hadn't meant to do it. But now he was sitting on his end, panting with suppressed fear, and Van was on the other side, sprawled on his back and staring at Ethan with wide, confused eyes. Eyes filled with hurt.

“Ethan...” He choked out, that one word filled with impossible amounts of pained rejection. “Why...did you do that?”

Grief immediately flooded him, and Ethan raised his hands again, to reassure this time, and he shook his head. “I'm...I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that.”

Van regarded him silently, still full of faint betrayal. Neither of them knew what to say at first. Ethan had never acted so uncharacteristically, and even he was surprised at himself, so he could imagine the other's astonishment.

Warily, Van sat up, cautiously sliding back to where he was originally going to sit, and coming to rest at Ethan's side once more. Ethan's stillness was noticed though, and Van stared at him, brow furrowed. After a moment, when Ethan didn't say anything, the other began to relax again, resuming his place curled at Ethan's side. But Ethan almost leaped out of his skin, drawing away.

He cursed silently when Van jerked away and twisted to glare at him. “What?” He demanded, scowling now. “What's wrong with you?”

Ethan avoided his piercing gaze. “N-Nothing. I just...” He couldn't finish, not knowing how to explain himself.

Gentle knuckles brushed his face in question.

“Don't!” Ethan cried out, jerking his head away. He couldn't feel those fingers right now, those soft, loving fingers caressing his skin. It was too fucking much.

“Ethan...” Van murmured, voice broken. “Why are you hiding from me?”

A quick glance to his friend's face showed an expression matching the tone. Van's eyes were wet, and distressed, coupled by tight lips, white with nervousness. Why was Ethan suddenly hiding? Nothing had changed tonight. He'd been harboring these feelings for years. All through high school, from when he'd first met his wild friend and formed a quick, unbreakable bond with him, then through college, and now here they were, living together and having a normal night of movies and popcorn. What had changed?

Maybe it was how Van had come home from breaking up with yet another boyfriend, in tears and frustrated, clinging to Ethan and sobbing about how nobody was good enough and all the guy's out there were jerks, then looking into Ethan's eyes and sniffling helplessly, saying he'd be okay as long as they were together, that he didn't want to spend the night with anyone else but Ethan anyway.

Maybe that's what did it.

Ethan knew if not for him, Van might have turned out to be somewhat of a whore, and he also knew if not for his best friend, he'd most likely have turned out to be an introverted shell of his former shelf. But after being placed in foster care, with his beloved Mrs. Harvid, who adopted him and gave him a good life, he'd met Van in school. The reckless teen had been rambunctious and prone to random outbursts, the reason being, as Ethan later found out, having recently lost his childhood friend and boyfriend to a disastrous car accident.

Thrown together, as if by fate, the two grew close, each allowing the other to even them out. Ethan kept Van calm and let him know that it was alright to care about people again, and Van did the same for Ethan, with a bit more wildness in the mix.

Somewhere along the line, Ethan had realized he was in love with his best friend, yet unable to do anything about it for fear of ruining the greatest thing in his life. And also because he never had the chance, since the spirited blond had a new boyfriend every month or so. And each one ended in tears, Van trudging back home after only a few dates, wailing about how horrible they were and would never be good enough, wanting nothing but Ethan and a good movie.

So, how was tonight any different? Truthfully, it wasn't. Nothing had changed. Ethan just couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't hold it in anymore, and it was threatening to overflow. Rather violently, if he didn't get a hold of it.

Gentle, hesitant fingers landed on his cheeks, and Ethan bolted up, surprised eyes flying open to find electric blue eyes meeting his own darker hue. When had Van gotten so close? One lone finger traced across his cheek, under his eye.

“You're crying...” The other whispered, furrowed brow and unhappy lips making him look rather endearing. “Why? Did I do something bad?”

Van's sudden shy vulnerability made Ethan want to kiss it better, but he restrained himself, unable to answer for lack of what to say. “...No.”

“Are you sure?” He persisted, moving closer still. Impossibly close. “If I did something to make you cry, tell me. I'm too dumb to know on my own.”

“You're not dumb.” Ethan replied automatically, meaning it. He could practically taste the other's breath, they were so close. Like the chocolate ice cream he'd been eating earlier, drowning his sorrows in junk food. It was driving him mad. “Please,” He nudged at the blond's chest. “I need some space.”

But Van crumpled further, throwing himself forward and mashing himself into Ethan's chest. “No!” He whined, digging his fingers into Ethan's sweatshirt. “Stop running away from me! You promised you'd always be there!”

Ethan blinked, his arms coming up of their own accord to drape over Van's trembling back. “Hey, I'm not running away.” He soothed. “And I'll never leave you. I just...” He tripped over the right words, choosing them carefully. “It's hard to be...near you sometimes.” Crap. There was no mistaking words like that. Either he was inferring that he couldn't stand touching his friend, or that he couldn't stand not touching him.

And by the way the other had stilled against him, chances were the latter meaning had been taken. Which was just as well, since that was the correct one. But Ethan wasn't ready for it, and when Van lifted his head up to gaze at him, he froze. What should he do?

“Near me?” Van echoed, whispering. “Why?”

Somehow their mouths had become very close, and Ethan felt his stomach flip. All he had to do was tip his chin up, and they'd be kissing. Was it really so simple? Something so possibly disastrous, so easy?

“Why?” Van repeated, his lower lip quivering.

Damn him. Damn him for making Ethan want to spill his guts. And damn his heart which was thudding in his throat.

“Because...I...” I love you.

Van's eyes grew wide. “You love me?”

Crap! He'd said it outloud! He really hadn't meant to do that! But...It was out now. And he couldn't take it back. He could only nod and wait.

But the reaction was immediate. Van's face went from abashed and demure to predatory in an instant. He grinned, though his eyes were still shiny. “What took you so long?” He murmured, looping his arms around Ethan's neck and swooping in for the kill.

He was completely unprepared for the kiss, and Ethan reacted unthinkingly, his eyes slipping shut and his body urging forward for more contact. Van's mouth was hot as it molded to his own, tiny intoxicating grunts between each quick nip and slide of lips. Then Van changed the angle, opening his mouth and slipping his tongue out, tapping gently against Ethan's lips in fervent question.

Ethan groaned as he met that slick muscle with his own, tightening his arms around the other's back and pressing his palms against Van's enticingly tight ass. A thrill ran up his spine at the breathless whimper the action evoked, and he pressed harder, forcing Van's hips down hard against his own.

Flushed skin and heated eyes met his low-lidded gaze, and Van giggled, wiggling against him. “You don't know how much I've wanted this.” He husked, kissing Ethan once more. “You've been driving me crazy for years.”

Ethan almost choked. “What?! Me?”

Van nodded slowly, settling further onto Ethan's body, forcing him back against the couch, weight heavy on top of him. “Yes, you. I love you, Ethan.” The vulnerability was back, faint in the edges of Van's eyes, but there. “I have for ages. But you're so damn defensive!” He whined, slapping him on the chest. “I have to walk around you like you were a fucking wild animal! Every move a fucking risk because you might run away!”

“Hey! I don't always run!” Ethan protested weakly, chagrined by his own actions. “Not from you.”

“Yes, from me! Even me.” Van was pouting again, turning those sad, sad eyes upon him like a weapon. Fully loaded. “Every time I'd say something or hint at anything, you'd turn away, get all shut down, and not speak to me properly for a week.”

“Because...!” He paused, sighing and hanging his head. “Because it made me...It made me hope you felt the same...and I was too afraid to believe in that hope.”

“Dummy.” Van chastised, slapping him again, lighter this time. “Every time you did that, I thought maybe I was wrong. That you didn't feel the same. But then I'd see you looking at me. Looking like I felt inside. And I'd hope all over again.” Van sighed, heavily. “You're the only one who's good enough. No one else could ever compare.”

Ethan's chest fluttered, and he blushed. “I always thought you were comparing other guys to...Matthew.”

Van's eyes registered shock. “What? No! I haven't thought of him in years! You're the one who takes over my thoughts. I love you. I love you, Ethan.”

Van's hands, which had been resting docile on Ethan's waist, now shifted just a bit, enough to make Ethan's breath hitch. “...Van?” He stammered, his cheeks growing hot.

“Shh...” He breathed in reply, inching his fingers up under Ethan's shirt. “Do you want me? I want you. Very badly.”

Ethan was helpless. He answered without even pausing. “I want you too.” Then he hooked his hand around the back of the other's neck, drawing him down swiftly and kissing him again.

Van responded eagerly, fitting himself to Ethan's body somehow, not a space between them, and his mouth opened, allowing Ethan to thrust his tongue inside. Christ, Ethan had been wanting this for ages, for ages and ages, and now it was happening. And he wasn't quite sure what to do.

Van, as if reading his thoughts, broke away with an adorable little moan, licking his lips lewdly. “How long has it been?”

Ethan knew what the other was asking, and he blushed. “Almost a year.” Being friends with someone as flirtatious and outgoing as Van had it's perks, and Ethan always managed to end up with one of the extra guys that Van didn't like. Nothing had ever been that spectacular, except for the guy he'd lost his virginity too. Some giant, impossibly handsome, man with long black hair and kind gray eyes. Ethan had been sad when he'd broken up with him, saying he was needed back home, which was apparently very far away. Other than him though, Ethan had never really cared about any of them. No one could compare to Van. But, he wasn't as sexually needy as his friend, so it had been quite a long time. And he paused, almost unsure if he wanted to know the other's last time. “...You?”

“Three months.” Van muttered harshly, grinding his hips down and showing just how truthful he was.

Ethan gaped up at his friend. “But what about Keith?! And James?! And all the other guys you-?”

Van groaned. “I got tired of other guys. I dated them, but I couldn't stand doing more than kissing anymore.” His voice wavered a bit. “As long as we didn't go too far, I could pretend they were you. But then...they'd start pressuring me...”

“I don't need to know any more.” Ethan murmured, his heart hammering in his chest. It was more than he could handle right now. He was already dealing with a growing erection and his entire body suddenly overcome with sweat. Van's words made him feel light-headed. Enough to swoon back once more, his head falling into the lush pillows of the couch. Van followed him, connecting their mouths again and whimpering faintly.

“Ethan....” He breathed, against his lips, not moving away. “I...Please...”

“....What?” Ethan asked, staring up into a face very much like his own.

Everyone was always saying how they looked like brothers, since they were both the same height, blond, and had blue eyes. But Ethan could pick a million differences out. Van was a bit more slender than him, with very little muscle tone since the other was so lazy. Van also had the palest blue-white eyes Ethan had ever seen in his life, with a dark blue border around the iris and little blue striations near the pupil. Ethan could stare into those iridescent orbs for hours, lost in the colors. His own were darker, like sapphires as Van always said a bit jealously. And Van's hair was also lighter, nearly platinum blond and completely natural, if not for a few well-placed highlights. Ethan's hair was more golden, and a bit curly. Van had never had a curl in his whole life, his shaggy hair straight as possible.

He'd never once looked at his friend and seen a mirror image of himself. Even forgiving their faint similarities, Ethan felt he could never match the other's exuberance and wild streak.

And that was exactly why he loved him. There was no one on Earth like Evander. No one. Arching up his hips, he lifted his hands and brushed his fingertips over the other's faintly freckled cheeks. “What do you want?” He asked a little shyly, suddenly very aware of how Van's cock pressed through his jeans and throbbed alongside his own. They were close, and he'd seen him naked more than a few times, even seen him hard, but now he was hard because of him. And he wasn't sure what to do with that knowledge.

“I want you.” Van panted, nuzzling into Ethan's hand and kissing his palm. Sultry blue eyes bore down into him, urging Ethan to do wonderfully unspeakable things. “Fuck me.”

The brazen words hit Ethan like a punch to the gut, and he gulped nervously, shuddering with lust. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he'd been wondering who would bottom, since either of them were quite versatile. Ethan had no preference, especially when he thought of Van. Dreams of his friend naked and wanting were enough to fuel even the most desperate late night loneliness. It'd be enough to just push against him.

But now here he was, trapped under the scorching heat of the other on his couch, in the middle of the living room, with some generic comedy movie playing in the background. And Van wanted him to fuck him. Which meant only one thing.

Not that he had the ability to answer coherently.

Instead, for lack of words, Ethan just kissed him again, his hands finding purchase on the small of Van's back briefly before shoving underneath the other's sweatshirt and landing on skin so hot it almost burned his palms. He hissed through his teeth when one wandering hand snuck down to his jeans and palmed his rigid length through the layer of denim. “God...Van...”

The blond moaned in answer, undulating against him in the most wanton way. “Yeah, baby...let me hear you...” That palm pressed harder, paired with a set of insistent lips on his neck, licking and nipping and sucking all along his collarbone and jaw. “Touch me too...” He begged, jerking his hips down again. “Please...”

Wanting nothing more than to please, Ethan took a deep breath and slid his hands down, slipping them underneath the waist of Van's jeans, and over that perfect backside, then even lower, so his palms were full of rounded flesh.

“Mmnnn!” Vander writhed, whimpering and spreading his legs, letting them fall open and drape on either side of Ethan's thighs. Shivering, he dipped down his head and pressed kisses along Ethan's mouth, pleading shamelessly. “Touch me.”

Ethan let his thumbs dip into the furrow of his friend's ass, teasingly brushing along the sensitive puckered whirl of skin between those plump mounds. The stifled, half-broken moan it produced had him lifting a knee, wedging it between those spread legs and pulling Van down onto it. He rocked up, pressing his friend into his groin.

“Ethan!” The other groaned, head dropping down to lay heavy on Ethan's chest, tongue coming out distractedly swipe along his sternum. “Ah! I'm gonna...gonna cum. I want you to fuck me, please!”

“Evander...” Ethan rasped, swallowing heavily. “...get your clothes off...”

Impatiently, they both undressed each other, yanking off shirts and undoing button and zippers, the stark click of metal teeth seeming to echo in the background of their heavy breaths. Van was left naked first, in only his perfect tanned skin, and Ethan hesitated when nimble fingers grabbed hold of his underwear, tugging at the waistband.

The deep-seated male pride firmly buried inside him suddenly began to protest. Seeing Van like this, hard and erect and thick cock weeping, laying against his own pale stomach, Ethan was ashamed. He wasn't as big, and it made him flush. He wasn't enough for his friend.

“Hey...” Came the soft whispered endearing voice. Van trailed two fingers underneath Ethan's chin, prompting him to look up. “What's wrong?”

Christ, he couldn't just say it. Uncomfortable, he squirmed, avoiding the other's attention. “M-Maybe...” He began, voice faltering as he lost his boldness. “...maybe you should...do it, instead.”

Van blinked down at him, confusion evident on his face. “Do what?”

Ethan's face felt on fire, but he managed to squeak out. “...Do...me.”

Van snorted, giving him a wry half-smile and crooking his hips down, dragging the length of his cock across Ethan's abdomen. “That's the plan, baby.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, huffing out a breath in frustration. “No, I mean...I think it'd feel better for you if you...were...the top, you know....Fuck, I don't know...” He trailed off lamely, fidgeting as Van's fingers tightened on his underwear.

One amused smile, then the other was sitting back, hands ceasing their insistent tugging and landing instead on Van's hips. Van managed to look serious even despite the fact he was stark naked and straddling Ethan's hips. “And why would it feel better?”

“Christ, Van, you're not going to make this easy for me, are you...” He snorted, looking anywhere but at his soon-to-be lover. Well, maybe not so soon if he couldn't get this out.

“Do I ever make it easy?”

“No.” Ethan admitted, bracing himself up a few inches on his arms. “Look, I'm just not-” He blushed harder, inadvertently squeezing his legs together. Even despite how uncomfortable this whole conversation was making him, it was hard to ignore the fact that his best friend's heavy heat was draped across his thighs and a very nice cock was twitching against the soft skin of his belly. Ethan's underwear was getting wet with precum, and he knew Van could probably see it. “I'm not...as big as you, alright...?”

Van's features softened at the words, pale eyes gazing down with renewed adoration. “Is that what's bothering you?”

Under such sweet-tempered speculation, Ethan found himself relaxing just a bit. Van hadn't laughed at him. He obviously understood the heavy implication his words meant, but he wasn't mocking him or judging him for any insecurities. “...A little, yeah.”

“You're right. It is little.”

Ethan paled, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit. Had Van actually just said that?!

But that trademark grin returned, and Van lowered a hand too lay over Ethan's hip, softly. “The issue, not your dick.” He chuckled. “Do I look worried about size here?”

Okay...Ethan felt a little better. He'd just misunderstood what his friend had meant, but still... “You don't have to 'look' anything...” The heat returned to his cheeks, and he looked away. “I know how you like your men...”

Van scoffed loudly, looking up to the ceiling and shaking his head. “You don't know anything.” He grunted. “You didn't know that I've been trying to get in your pants practically since we met. You didn't know how much I hated how you'd prey on those guys who I rejected, taking them to your bed to comfort them-”

“Hey!” Ethan shouted, shocked. “I didn't 'prey' on them! I was lonely and they were there, and it was hard enough to see you cavorting around with every guy who asked, so what was I supposed to do?! Sit home alone and cry to myself?!” Ethan conveniently left out the part about crying anyway, after the men left.

Van loomed forward, planting his hands by Ethan's head on the pillows and glaring down at him. “Whatever.” He snapped, pouting. “The fact is that you didn't know. So don't assume you know how I'll react you your dick.” A faint hint of the grin returned, tipping up the edges of Van's mouth. His eyes darkened heatedly. “I happen to love your dick.”

Without warning, the lithe blond slid down Ethan's body, slipping backwards and taking Ethan's underwear with him.

“Whoa!” Ethan cried, surprised by the sudden forced nudity. The abrupt shift from serious to sexual left him unprepared, and he blushed again, frozen on the couch.

But Van was gentle, his face hovering inches away from Ethan's length, the pointed tip of his nose tracing lightly up the underside of it. Van's tongue followed, and dipped out slickly to tease that sensitive spot under the head.

“...Ohhhh...god...” Ethan gripped the cushions underneath him, struggling not to buck his hips up at those damnably soft touches.

“Mmmm, that's it, baby. Moan for me...” Van ordered, breathing out his words. His tongue swiped around the side now, leaving wet trails of saliva in its wake. “Nothing turns me on more than hearing how much you want it...” His lips followed, suckling along the shaft, kissing down and making Ethan whimper and stuff his fist in his mouth to stifle it. One of Van's hands came up, grabbing hold of his member, gently squeezing, and his mouth shifted minutely, dragging over Ethan's testicles.

“...Evander...”

Startled eyes rose up from between his thighs, wide with some unidentifiable emotion. “Fuck...” He wheezed, looking pained.

Shuddering, Ethan had enough strength to lift his head a bit. “What?”

Van laughed quietly to himself. “The way you just said my name. Fuck, it...it turned me on.” Shaky limbs had Van shuffling up, climbing up over Ethan. He was breathing heavily. “Ready?” He asked, not waiting for an answer as he grabbed his jeans which lay discarded over the side of the couch. Rummaging through the pockets, he made a small pleased sound as he pulled out a condom.

In moments, it was open and in Van's hands, the other's gaze locked onto Ethan's hard length and reaching down to hold it steady. Ethan's eyes threatened to close as nimble fingers wrapped him, expertly sliding the rubber down him to the base. “...Lube...?” He questioned, not seeing any, but really not wanting Van to get off him.

“I don't have any.”

That had Ethan stilling. “What?”

“Don't worry, it's fine.” Van reassured, moving down again, his face at Ethan's length.

“No no, it's not fine!” Ethan lectured loudly, moving to get up. “I don't care if you were the Whore of fucking Babylon, you're not fucking capable of fucking without lube!”

A firm hand on his chest halted him, and Van stuck his tongue out playfully. “Calm down, primadonna, I didn't say I was.” Then he lowered his mouth again, taking Ethan's cock back into that wet cavern, not really sucking, but bobbing his head up and down.

“Ah...fuck...” Ethan hissed, watching hungrily as the other practically drooled over him, coating his condom-clad member with copious amounts of spit. “Is that...That'll be enough...?”

Van, seeming to think it was, shifted again, moving up to straddle Ethan's hips once more. “Yeah...Don't worry...”

A moment of panic because Van hadn't stretched himself, and then Ethan was biting the inside of his cheeks, a thick groan leaving his lips as Van forced himself down without pause. The other whimpered sharply, not a happy sound at all, and Ethan lashed out to grab his hips. “Stop.” He growled, seeing the pain on the other's face.

But Van gave him a shaky smile. “...It's fine...” His warbled, shaking a little. “..It doesn't hurt that much.”

“It shouldn't hurt at all.” Ethan ground out, his toes curling in pleasure despite his anger. Stupid asshole. Impatience was one of his many flaws. “If you'd just waited-”

“I didn't want to wait!” Van whined, letting out a little gasp as he sunk another inch. “It's fine! It's fine!”

Hands came down to lay over Ethan's, fingers shoving under them and trying to loosen them. It was then Ethan realized he'd been almost tearing into Van's hips with the edges of his nails. Immediately he lessened his grip, still upset at Van's idiocy. “Why did you-?”

“It's fine!” He barked, turning slightly watery eyes down to him. “I've done it before and it only pinched and now it's fine. I just needed to get used to it, alright. Stop mothering me.” He smirked. “It's ruining the mood. Besides,” Van clenched his muscles. “Doesn't it feel nice?”

“...F-Fuck...” Ethan's eyes rolled back and his head fell to the pillow under his head. Huffing heavily, he nodded, a but overcome. The anger was fleeing his thoughts, leaving behind only a pleasant haze of endorphins. “....Yes...”

“Okay then...” Van murmured, sinking the last bit of flesh and seating himself in Ethan's lap. “...Oh...”

Ethan slit open one eye to see the other quite motionless above him, face flushed and mouth slackly open. “You...okay?”

“...Nnggh...I...Uhhn!”

Quickly shifting to sit up, Ethan inadvertently jostled the other in his lap. “What's wrong?!”

“Ah! Ethan!” Van cried heatedly, tensing even more atop him and dragging fingernails down his chest, pale thighs framing his hips. “Oh god!”

Chest heaving with concern and arousal, Ethan stilled, laying cautiously back down. He shifted his hands to the other's slender thighs, palms stroking up them to land on pointed hipbones. “It's...good...?” He whispered, stroking over flushed skin. The expression on the other's face was joyously exultant, but Ethan had to be sure.

“Yes.” Van groaned, jerking his hips forward subtly, crying out again from it. “It's...oh god...Ethan...You're fucking right there...right on my spot...Uhhhnn, god...” Another shaky move, then Van shuddered violently. “I'm gonna fucking cum, I swear to god, I'm so goddamn close...” Feral blue drilled down at him, almost angrily. “You bastard...I've never been this quick to finishing before.” It was an accusation.

Ethan almost laughed, if not for the fact that his cock throbbed like it was going to break off any second. “...Me neither...” He murmured, sweeping his hands over the other's hips, reverent as they took in the feel of him. “...You're so...” Ethan couldn't find the words, so he looked up, hoping to convey with his eyes instead. “I love you...” He whispered, reaching up to grasp Van's neck and pull him down for another deep kiss.

“Mmmnn...” Came Van's contented growl, his hands threading through Ethan's hair as he brought out his tongue to play. Then he bumped his hips up, lifting off Ethan's cock almost completely before slamming back down. “Mhmf!”

Ethan's head snapped back, his nails sinking into his friend's smooth soft hips. Planting his feet on the couch cushions, he lifted his knees, steadying himself. Then he thrust up, unable to take the pressure anymore. He needed release. At this point, it didn't matter if he only lasted a few seconds. Pride be damned, he needed to fucking cum.

Thankfully, Van seemed to share his sentiments, because the blond reared back, planting his hands behind him on Ethan's updrawn knees, and began to grind down as Ethan thrust up, nearly screeching as his soft ass met Ethan's groin.

“Ethan! Fuck...Shit, I'm-Ah!” Another violent shudder wracked his partner's body, and Van ground down harder.

If the other kept making noises like that, Ethan wasn't going to last long at all, so he groped between their heaving bodies and wrapped his digits around Van's impressive cock, squeezing in time with his unrefined thrusts.

“Ah! Yeah, like that! Fucking just like that, god baby...Oh god!”

Ethan did his best to concentrate on just moving his hips, sinking into that constricting heat over and over and not cumming just yet. He thought of elderly Mrs. Harvid in her bathing suit, of playing checkers with Van's grandpa, of anything, just anything that wasn't the gorgeous nude god astride his hips, falling down like a hammer upon him.

Utterly useless of course. Ethan felt his balls draw up and he braced himself, gripping the other's quivering hips and yanking him down, stuffing himself in as far and as quick as possible, then coming harder than he had in a long time.

“Ohh god-Uhhhn!” Thunder ran through him, and he swore viciously, seizing up into a tight ball with only Van keeping him stable. The couch creaked below them, protesting the vigorous movement, but Ethan could only focus on the whiteness of his vision threatening to overtake him. As he was coming down, his lungs dragging in air like he'd been drowning, he felt Van stiffen atop him.

“Ethaaaaaan!” He shouted, throwing his head back and clenching his entire body, including the muscles still tightly gripping Ethan's still-spasming member inside.

Ethan hissed in near-pain, bucking up once more at the feeling. “Easy!” He begged, panting swiftly.

Semen splashed onto his stomach, and Van cried out a few more times, shivering and twitching impressively, then falling forward to lay his forehead on Ethan's chest. “...f-fuck...” He whimpered, taking in deep breaths.

Ethan didn't reply. It was too much effort to speak so soon, and he didn't have the energy. But Van apparently did.

“What the fuck.” He snickered, pulling Ethan from his body and rolling off of him. “That was worse than my first time.” He laughed harder, twisting to lay on his back, half on Ethan and half on the inside pocket of the couch.

Ethan smirked in reply, realizing that no offense was meant. Van was surely joking about how long either of them lasted. “So...what? That was almost 15 minutes, you think? My first time was actually pretty long, since it hurt so much. I almost didn't even cum.”

Van laughed harder, bouncing onto his side and smiling at Ethan. “Well then, I guess I pretty much obliterated that time with my own sexual prowess, didn't I?” He kissed Ethan's cheek, pulling back to prop his head lazily on his outstretched arms. “You pretty much shot as soon as you saw my sexy body.” He crossed his eyes and made a face, giggling afterwards.

Ethan snickered too. “Oh yeah, your powers of seduction are inescapable.”

That got him a slap to the chest, and then Van snuggling into his side, sweat and cum smearing across his arm and hip. But whatever, because this was wonderful. He'd never felt more comfortable in his life, here with his best friend. All the imagined awkwardness of 'fucking your buddy' had melted away. Instead, there was an almost impossible closeness and raw affection. He squirmed his arm up, out from between them, and then looped it around Van's neck, letting the other rest upon it as they soaked up the afterglow.

Van was the first to shift, giggling to himself.

“What're you so giddy about?” Ethan asked tiredly, absolutely satisfied and never wanting to move.

“Oh nothing. Just thinking about the next time.”

“Next time?”

Van giggled again, throwing his arm over Ethan's stomach. “Oh yes. Next time I'm going to fuck you instead, and I'm gonna split you in half, baby.”

THE END