Stuck in (the Middle with) You

ETHAN

There are things you don't anticipate. Natural disasters. Medical Emergencies. Accidents.

Your best friend calling you late on a friday night to tell you his has something stuck in his ass.

Yep. You heard that right.

"What do you mean you have something stuck in your ass?" I ask slowly, despite the clear sounds of hyperventilation coming across the line.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I MEAN, JACKASS?!" Casey shouts.

"No, no, I understand," I huff, trying to disguise the laugh that bubbles up. "I mean, is it--like a toy? Or something more creative?"

"It's humiliating, is what it is, E," he grumbles. "Does that really matter?"

"Not if you want to go to the hospital, I guess," I shrug, even as I head upstairs. "You can be as vague as you want. They'll just do an x-ray and find out for themselves."

"You know damn well I can't go to the hospital, man."

I do. Which is why I'm already digging through my medicine cabinet. "So answer the question, then. I need to know how to prepare."

"PREPARE?!"

"I assume you called me because you need help getting it out?" I pause, left hand inches away from a bottle on the bottom shelf.

"I don't know, man, I'm just panicking. I've tried everything. I can't get it out."

"Casey?"

"Yeah?"

"Just how long has this thing been stuck in your ass?"

"Long enough, man." The deep sigh of defeat hits me more than anything else.

"Okay, I'm coming. You can either tell me more over the phone, or you can look into my beautiful baby blues and tell me when I get there."

"Fuck, I hate you."

I chuckle in response to his obvious surrender.

"It's a vibrator. It's about five or six inches long."

"I'll see you in five," I nod before ending the call, grabbing my travel toiletry bag, and dropping some supplies inside.

By the time I arrive at Casey's house, my cheeks are sore from grinning. I try to control my features, but it's obvious I've failed when I push the front door open and find him scowling at me from his recliner.

"It's not funny, dude."

"It's a little funny," I disagree. "But don't fret, I'm here now."

"Don't fret, he says," Casey scoffs as he gets up from the recliner, holding himself tenderly. "That's easy for the man with the empty rectal cavity to say."

"I brought butter and barbecue tongs, I think we'll have it out of there in no time."

"WHAT?!" He exclaims, turning back to me with a horrorstricken expression that turns to a flushed scowl the second he hears my phone camera shutter. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"Next time I get something stuck in my ass, I'll let you return the favor," I promise with a grin. "Now where do you want to do this? Couch? Bed? Bathroom?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Bed, I guess? There's more space."

"Let's go."

I haven't been in his bedroom in years. Not since he and his ex-wife bought the house and I came over to help him assemble furniture. His curved, black, metal headboard sits against a dark navy wall. The white comforter is disheveled, hanging off the end of the bed and there's a towel in what I assume is his spot on the left side of the bed.

"Looks like this is where the party started anyway," I joke as he whips the towel off the bed and lobs it into the hamper in the closet.

"Fuck off."

I set my bag on the dresser and dig a bottle out of it. "Here," I say, shaking loose two orange pills. "Take these."

"What's that?"

"You're okay sticking foreign objects up your ass, but you're afraid of a little muscle relaxer?" I laugh.

"You see how well that worked out for me last time," he grumbles, taking the pills from my hand and tossing them back dry.

"These are fine. I got them when I hurt my back last summer. They don't make you very drowsy. But they'll help you relax enough let me get your friend out."

"I'm glad you're enjoying this," he sighs, dropping onto the bed before immediately hopping back up with a hissed curse.

My smile drops just slightly. "Not enjoying it, exactly. Just trying to ease the tension. Your ass is not going to let go if you're stressed, Case."

"I know," he groans. "But it's a little hard to relax when there's something stuck in your ass."

"I bet."

"Not all of us are as unflappable as you, man," he adds bitterly.

I shrug. "I assume that's why you called me."

"Who else would I call?" he scoffs. "I don't know if I could bring myself to go get this fixed professionally under ideal circumstances, but especially not when my ex-fucking-wife runs the whole Emergency Department."

As head nurse in the emergency room, Casey's ex knows everyone in the hospital. And by extension, so does Casey. Not the kind of thing you want to make a visit for. I'm guessing the fact that the man she cheated on him with--and ultimately left him for--was the Chief of Emergency Medicine does not help, but I keep that part to myself.

"Why don't you sit down?"

"It jabs right into my prostate every time I sit down," he sighs, running a hand through his auburn hair. "That was only fun for the first five minutes. Now it's kind of excruciating."

"Have you tried lying down?"

"Not in a while," he admits, moving toward the bed.

"Try lying on your stomach," I add. "Might make things easier in a minute."

I watch as he climbs onto the bed with delicate movements before dropping to his belly with a soft grunt.

"How's that feel?" I ask, reaching into my bag for another bottle.

"Full," he mumbles into the pillow before turning his head to the side and sighing loudly. "But not as bad. Feels like I've got a lot more in there now, but it's not a direct hit anymore."

"Good."

I move forward, unsure of how to... move forward, and ultimately drop a hand to his wide, bare shoulder. "Are you feeling more relaxed? Those pills take a little while to kick in, but I brought other reinforcements."

"I'm trying," he mumbles. "What else did you bring? Butter and kitchen tongs?"

"Barbecue tongs," I correct with a chuckle. "They have a longer reach."

"Joy," he headpans.

"I brought throat numbing gel and lube. Lots of fucking lube."

"I don't know what your plan for my throat is, but I think you need to focus your efforts a little lower."

My lips curve up and I slide my hand down to his lower back. His cheeks clench and I pinch the tiny love handle poking out the top of his grey sweatpants. "You're not relaxing."

"I have a dude about to dive into my ass," he grumbles. "This is fairly new territory."

"Fairly?"

"Entirely."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, this is kind of uncharted territory for both of us."

"Kind of?" he throws back.

I shrug. "I mean, I've done anal with women before. But this is not quite that."

"Not quite."

"But I know how to loosen up a tight ass, that's for sure."

Unlike Casey, my divorce was not due to infidelity. It was due to her being a raging tight-ass, and me finally deciding I needed a partner more than a second mother. We were dynamite in bed, though. I can't deny that.

"It was the only time she wasn't telling me I was doing something wrong," I laugh bitterly. It had been almost a year since I moved out of our shared home and I hadn't regretted it once. But I also hadn't had as great of sex since either.

I'd dated a bit and had a few hook-ups, but there's nothing like being with someone who you know and trust. Anticipating their wants and needs and having them do the same for you. Knowing someone so well you don't have to guess what will work.

The new stage is fun in it's own way, sure. But it's also a lot of guess work and trying to get in sync, or finding out if you're even compatible.

I stayed for the sex way longer than I should have, that's obvious now.

"So should I, uh..." Casey shifts a bit before reaching for the waistband of his sweats.

"Yeah, pull 'em down," I nod. My voice comes out rougher than expected, but Casey doesn't comment. He just presses his face down into the pillow, lifting his hips and shoves the pants down to this knees before flopping back down.

I continue watching as he shuffles around trying to get comfortable again before growling in frustration and kicking them off completely.

"Ready when you are, doc," he sighs in resignation.

I swallow audibly and step up to the edge of the bed. "Spread your legs, a bit?"

He does as he's told, and the lack of grumbling tells me the pills must be starting to kick in.

I pop the cap on the throat numbing gel I bought for my ex-wife when she tried and failed to learn to deep-throat, and squeeze a dollop onto my fingers before tossing it to the side. Then I freeze.

"What are you waiting for?" Casey asks when I've clearly taken too long.

"Just trying to figure out... logistics, I guess."

"How do you usually approach an ass?" he asks.

"Face first," I say without thinking.

Casey's snort brings me back to the matter at hand and I drop my left hand to his lower back again.

"Guess I'm lucky you've always been an ass man, huh?"

"Try to relax for me," I murmur quietly as I slide my hand down over his pale butt cheek. It's covered in a fine layer of copper hair that gets thicker when it reaches the top of his thigh and continues down his toned legs.

I've seen his ass before. We played sports together growing up. We lived together all four years of college and two more after. From locker rooms to tiny dorm rooms and on to shared houses, we've been in each other's lives and personal space for decades.

I've seen it all. I showered with him in the locker room. I heard him jerking off when he thought I was asleep in the dorm. And I walked in on him fucking girls in our living room more than once. We've always had blurry boundaries. It was kind of a point of contention for both our ex-wives. We've always been close. But I've never been this up close and personal to his ass.

"Alright, I'm going in," I say before taking a deep breath and pulling his cheek toward me.

His hole stares back at me, glistening with lube and pinker than is probably natural. "Do you want me to narrate or--"

"For fucks sake, just do it!"

"Got it, got it," I nod, reaching forward and swiping my fingers across his hole.

"Fuck, that's cold."

"Sorry," I hiss, circling his entrance with two fingers the way I would to get it to loosen up with lube.

He shifts on the mattress, shoving both hands underneath his hips and before I know it his dick is being pushed out between his legs. And it's hard.

"Fuck," I hiss before I can stop myself.

"Tell me about it," he pants. "I've been this way for hours."

Hours.

No wonder it's so thick. So red and angry.

So...

Fuck.

I've seen his dick. Hundreds of times. Locker rooms. Dorm rooms. We've been over this.

But I've never seen it like this. Never hard, leaking on the sheets. Never seven inches long. Eight maybe?

Again, FUCK.

I knew he had a perfectly respectable dick. A good thick five inches soft. I assumed it was a bigger than that hard. I've never put a ton of thought into it, but there was always a bit of comparison in the locker room. You know which guys are packing a hog and which ones aren't. I always assumed he was at the bigger end of the spectrum, but this changes my ranking drastically.

"Who knew you were a grower, not a shower." Where the fuck has my brain to mouth filter gone tonight?

He grunts and pushes back against my fingers that are still circling his hole. I don't know why they're still circling. The numbing gel is probably doing its job just fine without me, but now I'm worried stopping would be weirder.

"Are all those jokes about having the bigger dick between us flashing through your mind now?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

It's true. I've got a great cock. Thick seven inches with a golden blond patch of curls at the base. I don't trim them. They're glorious.

Soft, in the locker room showers, I was definitely bigger than Casey. But seeing him now, thick and drooling, I might've been judging off some misleading information.

"Congratulations," I huff with a laugh.

"I'll let you give me a trophy when you get this thing out of me," he chuckles, reminding me I'm still in the middle of something.

"How's this feeling?" I ask, pressing a finger to his opening, just a little. "Are you numb?"

He groans but not in a pained way like before. "Yeah," it comes out on a pant. "Numb."

"Any pain?"

"Not pain."

"Then what is it?"

"Everything."

I don't know what that means, but he isn't complaining, so I guess it's a good sign.

I turn to the dresser and he makes a small noise of protest before clearing his throat.

"What else did you bring?"

I turn back with an industrial sized bottle in hand. "Lube."

"Where do you even get a bottle that big?" he chuckles, unconsciously spreading his legs wider.

"Amazon," I shrug. "Obviously."

"Of course," he smirks. "Give it to me."

The obscene squirting noise the tube makes as I drizzle cool gel into his crack has me chuckling even as his back tenses.

"Fucking cold, man!"

"Baby," I murmur as I massage it into his crack.

"You love me," he mumbles into his bicep where his arms are now crossed under his head.

"You ready to get a lot more intimate?" It was supposed to come out teasing, but my voice betrays me and comes out breathy instead.

"I was ready three hours ago man, let's do this."

I press my thighs against the edge of the mattress and lean forward over his hips as my middle finger dips in, sliding easily to the first knuckle.

"Okay?" I check, pausing to let him get used to me.

"Mmm..."

"I need words, Case," I murmur, twisting just a little.

"Good, good," he sighs. "More."

I do as I'm told and push my finger in to the last knuckle, before withdrawing, twisting on the way out. "Still good?"

"So good," he hums.

What?

I mean, yeah, I have my finger in his ass, but it's me! My finger in his ass. That's got to override any pleasure he might get from it, right?

"Ready for another?"

"I had four in there a couple hours ago," he mumbles. "I think you can speed things up a bit."

Four fingers in his ass. Jesus Christ, I'm picturing it. Him lying on this bed, one hand wrapped around that magnificent cock, the other buried between his cheeks.

Which has me asking, "How did you do it?"

"Lots of lube," he chuckles.

I huff a laugh and scissor my fingers drawing a groan out of him. "No, I mean, how--what position were you in? What was easiest for you?"

"On my back," he sighs. "Knees wide open."

Fuck.

I pull my fingers from his warm channel and slap his bubble butt. "Flip over."

His eyes fly open at that. "Why?"

"You said it was easiest for you to take it on your back. Melissa always said it was easiest on her hands and knees. Something about it opening her up just right. We need you relaxed enough to let go of it. Whatever is easiest on you is going to be our best bet, I think."

He sighs and nods, rolling towards me before shuffling back away from the edge with his back to me. By the time he's on his back, his left hand is doing a pretty good job of covering his raging erection.

"Don't tell me you're getting shy now," I tease. "After everything we've been through tonight?"

"Fuck off," he chuckles, even as pink climbs his chest and stains his cheeks.

I grin and reach for more lube. "How do you like it?"

The flush on his cheeks deepens and he drops his gaze before shrugging. "I don't know, I haven't done this much. I just got pretty far like this tonight. Before I got too far, that is."

I nod, and choose not to tease him this time. "You said you had your knees open?"

He nods once and shifts over a little before pulling his knees up and dropping them open to either side with a gasp. "Fuck, I almost forgot it was in there," he pants.

"Too much? We can--"

"No, no, I'm good. It just shifted, brushed my prostate. But it's okay now."

"Okay. Ready?"

"Born ready," he chuckles.

I lube my fingers and lean forward over him. The position of his knee shifted his hips about a foot further away from me, so I have to lean over further.

My fingers brush his hole, but the angle is off.

"Can I--" I pull one knee up onto the mattress just below his leg and come in from a better angle below. "There we go."

Casey sighs as two fingers fill him and his hips shift restlessly. "Fuck," he hisses. "I'm so over-sensitive."

"I know, I'm sorry," I murmur, dropping my free hand to his chest. "We're almost there."

"Are we?"

"I don't fucking know, I was trying to be reassuring," I laugh, twisting my fingers in his channel.

I've never fingered a guys ass before, so I don't realize what I'm feeling until Casey is groaning, shifting his hand from covering his dick to circling it, squeezing tightly at the base.

A large glob of precum runs down the length of his dick, dribbling over his fist and his tight balls before landing in my open palm. My eyes trail it the whole way and I don't realize Casey's hips are shifting, riding my fingers until his knee bumps the hard line of my cock tenting my sweats.

His eyes snap open, locking on mine before trailing down my body to the place where it rests against his bare leg.

I was ready for bed when he called. Lying on the couch watching a movie in just a pair of sweats. I sleep naked. I usually just throw on a pair of shorts or sweats when I get out of the shower after work.

I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of Crocs before I ran out the door tonight, but I didn't stop for boxers. There is only one thin layer of cotton between my throbbing cock and my best friend's thick thigh.

I don't know when I got hard. It wasn't a conscious decision. I didn't even realize it until it got some attention, purposeful or not.

But here we are.

"E," he pants, grinding down on my fingers.

"I know, man," I murmur, curling my fingers just slightly against the soft inner walls of my best friend's ass.

Then my finger nudges something hard.

"Fuck, I'm--" He's cut off by a shout as a thick rope of cum shoots from his dick and lands on his chest. Followed by another and another.

"E!" he shouts, but it's not like before. It's not turned on and desperate like the last one. It's panicked.

And that's when it registers. The buzz of a vibrator.

"Push, baby," I order, dropping my hand to his belly. "Push for me."

He does as he's told even as he whines with overstimulation. It's not enough to get it out. It's not enough for me to reach it.

But it's enough.

The vibe shifts just enough to push it down onto my fingers. The tip of my middle finger taps the bottom again and the buzzing stops.

Casey flops back, melting into a puddle of goo on the mattress with a sheen of sweat and a puddle of cum cooling on his chest.

"Guess it's a good thing it doesn't have twelve vibration modes, huh?"

He groans miserably, throwing an arm over his face.

"Fuck, look at you," I murmur, swiping a hand across his pec without thinking.

It's a reflex. There's a mess and I just mean to wipe it up. It isn't meant to be anything.

Until my callused hand brushes his nipple and his spent cock bounces against his thigh.

"Fuck, don't tease me, man," he pants.

"Sorry," I breathe, even though all I want is to circle that pink nipple with my tongue next.

"Can we get this thing out now?" he asks, dropping his arm and shifting his hips again.

I realize my fingers are still buried in his ass. It's still pulsing slightly with aftershocks and my fingers are pulsing slightly with each one. "Yeah, yeah," I mumble distractedly.

"If you get it out of there, I'll let you bury that fat cock in there as a thank you," he offers with a sleepy grin.

"You--what?"

He shrugs, reaching down to give his half hard cock a slow tug. "Least I can do after all this, huh?"

I just stare at him for a long moment before pulling my hand back and inserting a third finger. "Think you can take four of mine?" I ask breathlessly.

His hand finds my free one where it's resting on his belly still and picks it up. He circles my wrist before pressing his right hand to mine, comparing sizes. "Easy," he grins.

"I think that over-confidence is what led us to this mess," I smirk, brushing across his prostate just once. Just to see his back arch again.

He's panting again, smirking up at me like he's starting to enjoy himself.

Like his evening didn't start with a panicked phone call begging for help.

The dimple in his left cheek catches my eye. Fuck. I might be having fun too.

"Gimme another finger," he pants, grinding down on the three he's already taking.

"You sure?"

He nods quickly, handing me the lube I left on the mattress next to him. "More, please."

I can't tell if he's desperate to get the vibe out, or desperate to be filled. I'm not sure it matters at this point.

I pull my fingers free, coating them liberally again before carefully pressing back inside.

His hands move to his chest--his nipples--and he groans as I fill him, but he isn't pulling away. He isn't resisting. He's pushing back. He's welcoming the intrusion easier than ever.

"That's it, baby, take me," I mumble mindlessly, wrapping my free hand around his ankle, pushing his knee back until I can drape his long leg over my shoulder.

The angle shifts. He's wide open, pulling me in like he was made for this.

And there it is.

Suddenly the vibe is right there.

My fingers close around it like a prize in a claw machine and Casey whines as I begin to pull back.

"No, no, stay, more," he gasps, grabbing my wrist in an attempt to stop my retreat.

"Shhh... it's okay. I've got it," I murmur soothingly. "Let's just get it out before you suck it back in."

One hand drops from his pointed nipple to his straining cock.

I can't believe he's hard again so quickly after cumming so much. He's amazing.

"You're doing great, bud, just push me out,"

"Don't want to," he pants, rolling his hips like a cat in heat.

"You said you wanted my dick," I whisper, swallowing loudly. "Can't take it if you're full of toys, baby."

His eyes flutter open and his lips stretch into a lazy grin. "You want this ass?" he breathes, pushing finally.

"Fuck," I hiss as my fingers fall from his opening with a wet plop.

CASEY

The vibe is quickly forgotten on the mattress and my arms are around Ethan before he knows what hit him. He doesn't have time to get a single word in before I'm tugging him down for a messy kiss.

He moans loudly as my tongue snakes its way into his hot mouth and he drops down so our chests are flush. He's between my legs on the bed with no real idea of how we ended up here, but his hips have a mind of their own. He's thrusting down, grinding our hard dicks together as my hands fist in his golden curls.

I lift my hips, giving as good as I get until his lips move to my neck. Then my chest.

"Fuck, Ethan!" I gasp as he latches onto my nipple. "They're so sensitive."

"I noticed," he chuckles against it before moving to the other side, teasing my now wet nipple with his thick fingers. The fingers that were all the way up my ass two minutes ago.

"Oh my god," I groan, reaching between us to slide my hands up his black t-shirt. "OFF," I order.

He moans and lets go of my nipple with a wet pop! before sitting back on his haunches and stripping his shirt off with one hand.

"Fuck," I hiss, dropping a hand to my dick and squeezing.

"You want this?" It comes out cocky, teasing, but when I meet his crystal blue eyes, there's a vulnerability there I didn't expect.

I know that look. I feel it every time I'm with someone new.

Divorce fucks with you. It eats at your confidence. Even if you don't feel it day to day, it pops up in moments like these. Moments when you're getting ready to give yourself to someone again.

"More than my next breath," I breathe, reaching for the waistband on his sweats.

That seems to have been the right thing to say because his sweats join mine on the floor in the next second and then he's back on top of me.

The glide of his hot dick against mine has me moaning into an open mouthed kiss, even as my asshole pulses with anticipation.

"Fuck me," I pant against his lips. "Please, E, fuck me!"

He drops his forehead to mine and takes a deep steadying breath as his hands roam my chest. "Are you sure you're not too sore?" he asks with his eyes closed.

"I don't even care," I pant. "I need to feel you."

"I don't want to hurt you," he admits quietly.

"We already established I have a bigger dick," I tease with a grin.

That gets him to crack one eye open to glare at me before diving suddenly to swipe the flat of his tongue over my tortured nipple.

"FUCK!" I gasp, arching into him. "Don't make me beg!"

A satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest as he trails kisses back up to my mouth. "As much as I'd love to see that," he mumbles against my lips. "I still don't want to hurt you."

"I've been edging for hours, E," I whine. "I need--"

"I'll get you what you need," he interrupts, finishing the statement with a kiss just below my ear before tugging on my earlobe with his perfect straight teeth. "Maybe we just do it the other way."

"Other way?" I gasp, thrusting my leaking dick up into the crease of his hip.

"You wanna fuck my ass?"

"Fuck yes," I groan when he nibbles the column of my neck. "Next time."

"Case..." he sighs.

"I need you in me, Ethan," I beg, abandoning any semblance of pride as I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick cock. "I've been thinking about it for hours, babe, please!"

He pulls back far enough to meet my gaze with a frown.

"Whose dick do you think I was picturing when I opened myself up tonight?" I ask in a low sultry voice. I drag my lips across the golden stubble of his strong jaw and flick my tongue against his earlobe before whispering in his ear. "When I fucked myself on that vibe, who do you think I wished was fucking me through the mattress?"

My thumb circles the slippery tip of his head and he groans in reply.

"I've wanted this dick way too long, E," I admit with a squeeze. "You gonna give it to me, or what?"

His fingers tangle in my hair and tug, exposing my neck to him. He licks a long stripe up my thoat before shifting, pulling out of my hold and sitting back onto his haunches.

"Like this?" he asks, sliding callused hands up my thighs where they're draped over his own.

"Like anything," I moan, reaching for my cock, only to have my hand slapped away at the last second.

"I know you can cum hands-free, baby," he murmurs as he reaches for the lube tangled in the sheets. "Don't make me tie your hands to that headboard, hm?"

My cock bounces at the thought and he pauses--lube hovering over his thick cock--to lift an eyebrow at me.

"Not tonight," I pant, shifting restlessly. "Need this too bad."

"And after tonight?" he asks, voice a low rumble as he tosses the lube aside and leans over me with heat in those cool blue eyes.

"You give me that dick, I'll give you anything, E," I gasp as the blunt head of his cock presses at my tender entrance.

"You'll tell me if you're in pain," he says. It's not a question.

"I'm in pain!" I whine, pushing back against the intrusion in an attempt to speed things up. "Please, E! Do I need to climb on top and do this myself?"

"Mmm, next time," he hums against my lips before pressing in.

My head falls back on a breathy gasp as he slides home with little resistance.

"Fuck," he sighs against my throat before bathing it with his tongue. "You feel--" he trails off as he pulls back and thrusts deep, groaning loudly.

"More," I moan, "Harder, E!"

"Case--" he groans in warning, even as he does just that.

I can feel his dick in my fucking tonsils. He's so big, so deep. I drop a hand to my stomach where it feels like he's bursting through with every thrust.

He reaches back to pull my thighs higher, hooking them high over his hips and pushing my knees back, lifting my ass so he can drive harder, deeper.

I gasp at the direct hit to my prostate, but it doesn't kill me like before. It's not painful. Not in the excruciating way the vibe was.

Instead, it lights me up from the inside out. The way his fingers did, only better.

"There," I pant, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. "Fuck! Don't stop!"

"Can't," he pants against my lips before, claiming them in a heated kiss.

"I'm gonna cum," I warn him, chasing the feeling with every deep thrust.

"Casey--" he grunts, speeding up. Harder, deeper, faster. His thrusts become erratic, sloppy, but no less magnificent. "I'm--"

"Cum in me!" I shout as he drops his forehead to mine and moans loudly.

The warm pulse in my ass sends me over the edge right along with him.

Ethan collapses to the side, but with his arms hooked underneath my shoulders he takes me with him, tucking my head under his chin.

"Fuck," he sighs, making no attempt at removing his semi-hard cock from my ass.

I pant against the sparse golden hairs on his impressive pecs. There's cum on them. My cum, on my best friend's chest.

"I haven't cum that hard in... ever, maybe," he admits breathlessly. "Just--give me a minute, then I'll clean you up."

"I can--" A sharp pinch to my ass cheek cuts me off.

"Just gimme a minute."

"Mhmm," I hum sleepily, letting my eyes drift shut.

I wake some time later to a warm cloth teasing my nipple, drawing a groan from somewhere deep.

"Sorry, sleep," Ethan's deep voice soothes as his hand moves lower, cleaning the cum from my abs. My hip. And finally my cock.

My exhausted, battered cock.

That doesn't stop it from twitching in interest though.

"Who knew you were so insatiable?" Ethan chuckles quietly before rolling me onto my stomach and swiping the cloth between my cheeks.

"Mmmm..." I hum into the mattress, thrusting once, just because I can.

I hear the quiet thwap! of the cloth hitting the hamper and then silence.

I turn my head to find Ethan naked, shifting uncertainly in the middle of my bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"I should--do you want me to--"

"No," I pat the bare stretch of mattress beside me. "It's fucking late. I think after everything we've been through, we can handle sharing a bed, yeah?"

The tension drains from his shoulders and he drops his gaze to hide the shy smile tugging at his lips.

But I see it.

I see everything Ethan does.

"C'mon," I yawn, smacking the mattress again. "It's been too long since you big spooned me."

"Fuck off," he huffs, climbing in beside me and tugging me back into his warm, hard chest. "Camping spooning doesn't count."

"Is that why you were so into camping when you were married?" I tease. "It was the only love you got?"

He answers with a sharp bite to my shoulder and my cock gives another feeble attempt at life.

"Mmmm... try that again later," I chuckle, wriggling back into his warm embrace. "Too tired now."

The semi-erect penis pressed between my cheeks is not lost on me.