One and Only (Part 1) | Jacob

Jacob did a stupid thing back in university. He fell in love. Now, sixteen years later, he runs into the man who has plagued his dreams.

Sixteen years ago, Jacob fell in love with his best friend—and lost him.

Now Ethan is back. Older. Divorced. Still dangerously magnetic. Jacob has spent years trying to forget that first heartbreak in the arms of other men, but one look at Ethan and the past comes rushing in.

Ethan once ran from feelings he didn’t know how to face. A straight man wasn’t supposed to want his best friend. Now, with a failed marriage and children to protect, risking his heart feels reckless.

When Mateo enters their lives, desire turns complicated and second chances grow fragile. Can Jacob and Ethan reclaim the love they once lost—or will adding a third man be the thing that finally breaks them?

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Jacob slammed his Human Anatomy textbook shut and nearly threw it at the wall. His eyes were stinging, and he needed more coffee. The lack of proper sleep was wearing him down, but he had to pass his next exam. Burning the midnight oil had become the norm.

He was almost finished his first year of his BSc in Nursing at UVIC in Victoria, BC, on Vancouver Island. It was his dream to work in one of the local emergency rooms someday. He had to keep that in mind.

That and the forthcoming end of term. Summer would soon be here, allowing him to work more.

He needed the money.

Typically, Jacob struggled throughout the school year to pay for his rent and food. Trying to work, go to school, and study required tremendous time-management skills. He wasn’t like other students whose parents had paid their way. This venture was all on him.

Problems for another day.

Right now, he had to figure out how he was going to cram all the information he was reading into his head for next week’s midterm exam. The test was worth half his mark.

A knock at his door shifted his focus and made him smile.

It was midnight. It would be Ethan.

Ethan cracked the door open, slipped into the room, and pressed the door closed as quietly as he could. “You ready for a break?”

Jacob rose to his feet, wandered over to his bed, and stretched out on the bedding. He settled a pillow behind his head. “Absolutely.” This was the time of night he longed for.

12 am—their alone time.

Ethan grinned. “Good. I’ve been aching for you for the past hour.”

“Are the other guys asleep?”

“There’s no one in the living room or the kitchen. I checked.”

Jacob sat up and stripped his shirt off. He threw it onto the floor. Ethan’s shirt soon joined his. This was a nightly routine. Study their brains out … then fuck them out.

That was the agreement.

Simple.

Jacob had met Ethan when he first moved into the split-level, turned boarding house at the beginning of the school year. They shared the house with four other guys. Three bedrooms up—three down. Jacob’s bedroom was in the basement. Ethan’s upstairs.

The sex … it had all started when they’d decided it was a good idea to watch porn in Jacob’s room one night about four months back. Their hormones and libido had taken over, and they’d ended up jerking each other off. Things had progressed from there.

It was a casual arrangement.

Jacob had never been with anyone sexually before. Ethan had loads of experience—with women. Or so he said. He seemed to know what he was doing. Jacob hadn’t told Ethan he was a virgin the first time they’d touched each other. He was twenty. It was embarrassing.

Ethan pushed Jacob over onto the bed and went to work on Jacob’s pants. He soon had them hauled off Jacob’s hips down to his ankles. Jacob shuffled the bunched pants and underwear off his feet. His heart thundered in his ears. Ethan towered above him, breathing hard—anxious to take him. Ethan stroked Jacob’s stiffening cock a few times before attending to his own pants.

Jacob rolled onto his hands and knees. They would take turns, but he was always the first to be fucked. A drawer opened and closed, some ripping and squirting noises, then Ethan’s sheathed and lubed cock pressed between the cheeks of his ass.

Ethan would take it slow until Jacob’s body adjusted. They’d watched a bit of gay porn to make sure they were getting it right. They’d decided it wasn’t the best resource.

Those guys could fuck each other for an hour.

He and Ethan rarely lasted ten minutes, but it was enough to make Jacob feel stretched and full for hours after. Ethan held Jacob’s waist and slid home.

Jacob groaned as quietly as he could. It would be hell if the other guys in the house found out about them. At least two of the guys were adamant homophobes. They’d never understand that what he and Ethan were doing was just a way to relieve a little stress.

He gripped his pillow and set his arms to steady himself as Ethan hammered into him. He closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure flooding through his body. As soon as Ethan came, they’d switch places. He stroked his cock to make sure he was ready. Sometimes he would cum before it was his turn … just from the feel of Ethan’s cock dragging back and forth over the gland they’d learned was there. Ethan had made a point of figuring out how to do it. Altering his angle until Jacob cried out that he had it right. Yeah, right there.

Ethan didn’t so much like being fucked.

That’s why he had made the effort to learn about cumming hands-free. Or encouraged Jacob to jerk off while he was being fucked.

Ethan was irrefutably straight.

This was a kick for him. A walk on the wild side while he was in university.

A time to experiment. Have a bit of fun.

He had no idea that Jacob’s feelings had been growing for him for the past few weeks. As a closeted gay guy, Jacob would never even dream of bringing up his emotions with Ethan.

“Jacob …,” Ethan whispered, then grunted and came. He gripped Jacob’s hips and pumped slowly into him until his body was spent. He patted Jacob on the back. “Did you cum?”

The fact that Ethan hadn’t noticed if he came or not left Jacob overwhelmed with despair. Ethan wasn’t in tune with him at all during their nightly visits. They’d never even kissed. Ethan had tried to give him a blowjob one time, but he’d hated it. He had no trouble with Jacob giving him one, though. Sometimes Jacob preferred it to bottoming for him.

Jacob sighed.

There was no real connection between them other than the physical one.

Sure, they were friends out in the real world. Many hours had been spent talking, cooking together, playing video games, watching TV, and throwing a football around outside.

Truthfully, they were just good roommates.

At least from Ethan’s perspective.

Jacob lay down. “I’m good.”

Ethan slipped off the condom, tied a knot in it, tossed it in the direction of the garbage pail, and flopped down beside him. “You sure? I could jerk you off.”

Jacob shook his head.

“Okay.” Ethan placed his hand on Jacob’s stomach and tugged at him. “Come here.”

Jacob shifted his body until his back was up against Ethan’s chest—ass to his groin. This here—this was the thing they did that brought warmth to the experience—cuddled afterward.

He breathed into the kiss Ethan placed at the base of his neck. Ethan hugged Jacob to him with his smooth, muscular arm. Sometimes they would fall asleep like that.

That always led to panic in the morning. Making up some kind of reason why Ethan was downstairs at that time of day. But for now, Jacob was going to soak it in.

The closeness.

Jacob gripped Ethan’s hand and closed his eyes.

He’d done the stupidest thing.

He’d fallen in love with Ethan Cornell.

The story continues …

One and Only (Part 2) | Ethan