(UCS)
Ethan was still talking to Amy about what they were planning to do at work the following day when I went back to my own flat and closed the door. I got the bottle of Laphroaig out of the cabinet and broke the seal, took out a water glass and splashed about four fingers of the whisky into it. I didn't feel like poncing about with shots.
I bought the Islay malt with Ethan in mind, of course. It always was his favourite.
I sat there, staring at the glass, thinking about what I'd told myself earlier that evening. I was finally desperate enough to break down and admit to myself that I wanted Ethan Rayne -- really wanted him -- and I'd been too much of a coward to say anything to him.
I could have made some indication when Ethan made it perfectly obvious he still wanted me. If rubbing his hand a few inches away from my stiff, and achingly sensitive, prick wasn't enough of a clue, I don't know what would be.
Ethan was inviting -- almost begging -- me to take it further. Ethan always did. Even when I did take him, Ethan always wanted me to do more, go further. If I kept listening to Ethan urge me on, there are times when I think I could have killed him.
No, there are times I know I could have killed him: kept beating, kept choking, kept cutting... I can only think think that was what Ethan wanted of me. I was always too afraid to ask.
I bought the Islay malt with Ethan in mind, of course. It always was his favourite.
I sat there, staring at the glass, thinking about what I'd told myself earlier that evening. I was finally desperate enough to break down and admit to myself that I wanted Ethan Rayne -- really wanted him -- and I'd been too much of a coward to say anything to him.
I could have made some indication when Ethan made it perfectly obvious he still wanted me. If rubbing his hand a few inches away from my stiff, and achingly sensitive, prick wasn't enough of a clue, I don't know what would be.
Ethan was inviting -- almost begging -- me to take it further. Ethan always did. Even when I did take him, Ethan always wanted me to do more, go further. If I kept listening to Ethan urge me on, there are times when I think I could have killed him.
No, there are times I know I could have killed him: kept beating, kept choking, kept cutting... I can only think think that was what Ethan wanted of me. I was always too afraid to ask.