Series: Wild Beast Forest House.
Couple: Ethan x Skye.
Canon? No. This is an AU where Skye owns a daycare center and Ethan is his gardener.
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It had been four years since Skye had opened that daycare center for children with animal features who usually didn’t fit in at daycare centers for human children. He found the work rewarding and had a knack for getting along with everyone, so every day he gave and received love in equal measure—especially from little Ronell, who always ended up crying when it was time to leave.
But what had been a truly positive discovery for Skye over the past year was his gardener. Ethan worked tending the gardens of the neighboring buildings, and for some reason Skye hadn’t yet managed to understand, he’d decided to tend his as well at no charge. Ethan would simply show up, fix things here and there, and sit for a while to chat with Skye and have a cup of tea. Skye felt bad about not being able to pay him, but he hadn’t insisted that he stop coming either, because he loved his company.
Yes, perhaps his company had become a bit of an addiction over the past few months. Skye had found himself staring at him while he worked more than once. He had studied the way his messy hair stuck to his forehead when he sweated, or how the folds of his clothes hinted at the muscular torso beneath. Sometimes he was afraid Ethan would notice how he was looking at him and feel uncomfortable. If one day he decided not to come back, Skye didn’t know if he could bear it.
But Ethan always came back. He always smiled gently. Even that day when no children had come because of a storm warning, Ethan had shown up to trim some hedges that needed pruning.
“You should go home; they say it’s going to rain pretty hard,” Skye told him, even though deep down he was delighted that he was there.
“I’ll be done in a minute, don’t worry,” he replied with his typical kind smile that made his beautiful brown eyes sparkle. Skye felt even his thoughts melting away.
A few drops fell, and within seconds, the sky began to pour down as if the world were coming to an end. Ethan started gathering his tools as fast as he could, and Skye ran out into the rain to help him.
"You're going to get wet…!" Ethan shouted worriedly as Skye tugged on his arm to pull him inside. Too late for a warning.
They rushed in so hastily that Skye tripped at the door and went straight to the floor, but Ethan cushioned his fall with his own body.
“Are you okay?” the bear asked, holding him by the shoulders.
Skye realized his hands were on Ethan’s chest, and that he was looking at him so closely that it would take only the slightest movement to brush his nose against his. His mind went blank, staring at him as if being this close was the result of a spell that could be broken with just a single word.
Skye felt a surge of heat in his cheeks when Ethan gently brushed his wet hair away from his face. He forgot to breathe, and that made his heart race even faster.
“Skye…” Ethan said in a whisper, and Skye shook his head unconsciously.
“Don’t go, don’t move,” he thought, butshe couldn’t say a word.
Ethan must have misinterpreted the gesture, because he quickly pulled his hand away.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to…”
Skye took his hand and brought his palm back to his cheek, where he held it firmly. Ethan looked at him with an expression Skye couldn’t quite read, and that made fear wash over him. Was he about to do or say something foolish he’d regret for the rest of his life?
"I…" he began, unable to gather his thoughts or control his words. "I need you to hold me."
As the words left his lips, Skye realized the absurdity of what he’d just said and how terrible the consequences of saying it could be. Before Ethan could even process what he was asking, Skye tried to get up and run away.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
But Ethan grabbed his arm and spun him around so Ethan was on top of him this time. Skye found himself with his back pressed against the floor and Ethan’s strong arms holding his wrists. Ethan looked at him as if he felt sadness (or perhaps embarrassment?) at being on the verge of devouring him. Skye swallowed hard and wished with all his might that he would.
“Ask me for anything you want,” Ethan said, his cheeks flushed and his hands squeezing his wrists a little tighter.
Skye looked at him, breathless, his heart pounding as hard as a war drum. His voice came out so softly it sounded as if he were confiding a secret. It really was.
“Hold me, Ethan…”
Ethan’s eyes sparkled before closing. Skye watched in slow motion as he leaned his head toward him to kiss him, his arms releasing his wrists to wrap around his back and waist.
Small spasms ran through Skye’s fingers before he realized his hands were now free and that all he wanted was to bury them in Ethan’s hair to press his head against his own and deepen that kiss that tasted of honey and rain.
Skye parted his lips, letting Ethan’s tongue explore him. The desperation and ferocity with which Ethan kissed him made Skye moan almost as if all that tongue play was happening between his legs. Hearing it, Ethan’s arms tightened around his body, and Skye felt a growing bulge in the bear’s groin.
“He wants me,” he thought with a mixture of satisfaction and shyness.
Ethan stopped kissing him to take off his wet T-shirt, still on his knees on the floor between Skye’s legs. Skye watched as he traced the curve of his collarbone, his chest, and his abdomen with his index finger, finally stopping at the waistband of his pants.
“I want to see it…” he said in a trembling voice as he imagined Ethan completely naked and available to him. He swallowed.
Ethan blushed even more, but didn’t hesitate to start unbuttoning his pants. Whoever invented button-fly pants should burn in hell, Skye thought as the seconds dragged on forever.
Finally, Ethan opened his pants just enough to pull his erect member out through the opening in his underwear, and Skye’s breath caught in his throat. His cheeks and his whole body were burning. He wanted to cover it with his mouth, suck it between his buttocks, feel the wetness of his orgasm inside him…
Still lying on the floor, Skye reached up to his erection and began to stroke it timidly. Ethan almost closed his eyes and breathed heavily, stifling his moans. Ethan’s member was hot and hard against his palm as he held it and ran his hand from the base to the tip and back.
“Nh… Skye…”
His name on Ethan’s lips sounded like a desperate plea, an invitation to something more.
“I want to do this with you,” Skye said softly, leaving out the fact he'd wanted that for a really long time.
Ethan rested his elbows on the floor just above his shoulders to look at him closely again, but Skye didn’t stop stroking him.
“Want me. Want me, please…” he pleaded inside his head. Ethan responded by kissing him again and lifting his buttocks off the floor to pull down his pants. The new position made it impossible for Skye to keep his grip on his cock, but it didn’t matter. He wrapped his arms around Ethan’s neck and let himself be undressed while losing himself in his mouth.
Ethan wasn’t satisfied with just the pants. Between kisses and caresses, he stripped Skye of all his clothes until he lay completely naked on the floor. Lifting one of his legs, Ethan teased the entrance between his buttocks, stretching it with his fingers and gently sliding them inside. Skye tensed and moaned with every caress, in and out.
“If we do this here, I’ll hurt you,” Ethan said with concern, but his gaze betrayed that he was about to lose control.
“Just do it. I need it…” Skye pleaded, unwilling to wait another second, let alone if they had to make it all the way to his bed upstairs.
“Skye…” Ethan said his name as if he were about to lose his mind. Grabbing him by the waist, he lifted himself off the floor with Skye’s legs wrapped around his hips. He was so strong that it seemed effortless for him to carry his weight, but he still pressed Skye against the wall to steady himself and held his buttocks firmly as their position allowed Ethan to enter him.
Skye let out a small cry of pleasure before Ethan kissed him and began thrusting into him, making Skye bounce on his erection. Skye clung to him with his arms and legs, letting himself be penetrated again and again, trapped between his muscular chest and the wall.
"Ah…! Nh…! Ethan…"
"Skye… Nnh… Keep going… Say my name…"
There was no other name on the entire planet he could think of at that moment. Skye repeated it. With every thrust, he shouted it. With every moan and every heartbeat, he filled his mouth with his name and his tongue, until his body surrendered to the inevitable orgasm that came when Ethan thrust deep inside him to release his own semen, trembling and pressing him harder against the wall so his legs wouldn’t give way. Skye felt fire everywhere. The seed oozing from his own erection was hot against his abdomen, as was Ethan’s mouth on his neck as Skye arched his head back in pure ecstasy.
He breathed heavily until the orgasm turned into spasms and all the tension he’d built up left his muscles. Ethan rested his forehead on his neck and sank to his knees, still between his legs. Skye ran his fingers through Ethan’s hair, not knowing what to say. What should he do now? Thank him? Tell him he’d fantasized about this a million times? Ask him to do it again? Ask him to kiss him?
Suddenly he felt a pang of anxiety. Anxiety at not knowing what it had meant to Ethan, or at knowing perfectly well what it had meant to him.
"Skye…!" Ethan pulled away from his neck and cupped his face in his hands. The panic in his eyes confused Skye a little; for a moment, he feared he’d spoken aloud some of the crazy things he was thinking. But everything made sense when Ethan wiped the tears from his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Forgive me.”
Ethan seemed to be in panic, and nothing he said made any sense to Skye. Hurt him? Maybe a little at first, but it had been the sweetest thing he’d ever felt in his life.
"No, I… I just don’t want this to end…" Skye confessed through his tears. Whatever was meant to be, would be.
"Never!" Ethan pulled him close, holding him in a firm embrace. "I’ve wanted to get this close to you for so long… Unless you’re the one who kicks me out, I’m not going anywhere."
Ethan’s red cheeks betrayed how nervous he was as he confessed his feelings, and Skye listened with such relief that he even laughed a little through his tears.
“Then please stay with me forever,” he said, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist, feeling happier than he had ever been.
Ethan gave him a little kiss on the hair and stood up from the floor with Skye in his arms, surprising him. He pressed his forehead against Skye's with a shy smile forming on his lips.
"Always, I promise."
Skye smiled back.
"Always," he replied, closing his eyes.
THE END.