Page 47 of Controlled Drift
Ethan slumped forward, breathless, stunned.“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that in my life.”
Niko stood, pulling him into his arms.“Good.I was aiming for memorable.”
Ethan laughed, still wrecked, and kissed him hard, tasting himself on Niko’s mouth.“You’re dangerous.”
“And I’m not done yet,” Niko said, already reaching for the bedside drawer like he’d memorized its contents months ago.
He sat back on the edge of the bed, legs spread, slicking himself up slowly while Ethan watched, pupils blown, chest rising and falling.
“Come here,” Niko said softly.“Let me have you.”
Ethan moved without hesitation, straddling him, one hand already wrapping around Niko’s cock.Niko groaned when he felt himself pressed against Ethan’s heat, every muscle in his body tensing as Ethan slowly sank down on him.
The first real thrust stole the breath from both of them.
“Fuck,” Ethan whispered.“You feel ...unreal.”
Niko leaned back, hands gripping Ethan’s thighs, watching him move—the way his face softened, the way his body opened, the way he trusted him completely.
“I waited,” Niko said through clenched teeth.“For so long I thought it was going to kill me.”
Ethan rode him harder, one hand between them, the other braced on Niko’s shoulder.“I know, baby.I can’t tell you how sorry I am.But I am here now, and I’m never letting you go.”
Niko’s control shattered at that.He reached up, wrapped his hand around Ethan, and that was all it took for both of them to break.
Ethan came with a shout, body arching, and Niko followed seconds later, holding him tight as he emptied himself inside him, every nerve ending on fire.
They collapsed together, tangled, breathing hard.
Niko pressed his forehead to Ethan’s, both of them still catching their breath.
When they could finally draw breath easily, Niko shifted them together on the bed, limbs tangling naturally, the kind of closeness that didn’t need instructions.Ethan pulled Niko in against his chest, one arm wrapped around him, the other tracing lazy patterns along his back.
For a long moment, they just lay there, breathing each other in.
“I forgot what this felt like,” Niko said softly.“Just ...being held.Not having to be on.”
Ethan tightened his arms around him.“You don’t have to be anything in here.You’re safe.With me.”
Niko went still at that, then relaxed completely, cheek settling over Ethan’s heart.He could feel it—steady, real, alive.
“God,” he muttered.“If teenage me could see this, he’d pass out on the spot.”
Ethan smiled into his hair.“He’d probably just be relieved you found someone to love who loved you back.”
They lay like that for a while, no urgency, just warmth and the quiet kind of intimacy that came from years of unfinished sentences.
Eventually, Niko shifted slightly, his tone changing—not heavy, just thoughtful.
“Can I ask you something?”he said.
“Anything.”
Niko hesitated, fingers tightening just a little in Ethan’s shirt.
“How was it with your father ...really?Not the polite answer.The real one.”
And just like that, the world narrowed to the two of them again—not bodies this time, but truths.
