Teacher's Pet 13
by Redkage
I was thoroughly disappointed to find out that Ethan’s game was already over by the time I arrived at the school. When I got there half of the fans had already left the parking lot and from the sounds I was hearing I deduced that the Bears had another crushing victory. Even though the game was over, I had still promised Ethan that I would meet with him after the game so I made my way over to wait outside of the locker rooms. It was probably half an hour before Ethan walked out, his eyes immediately lighting up when he saw me.
“Hey Mr. Brian, you came!” He said as he walked up to me, his thick quads rolling around each other. With him only an arm’s length away, I could smell the musky scent of sweat off his body. Once again I was in awe of how huge he looked, almost as if he had grown even bigger since the last time I saw him. And it didn’t help that he wore a skin tight t-shirt either. His arms threatened to rip through the sleeves, which I was sure would happen if he flexed his guns hard enough. His chest looked massive in front of me, so round and yet appearing hard and masculine. Reluctantly I broke away from drooling at his body to look at his face, though from the expression he had Ethan knew and loved being looked at like that.
“Erm, actually I missed the whole game.” I told him. “My shift ran a little late because the brother of one of my students forgot to pick him up, so I had to wait with him, missed my bus and the next one didn’t arrive until an hour later.”
“Were you cold?” He asked me, his eyes betraying how concerned he was. Already his arms were beginning to rise to hug me close and warm me up. I knew if he did do that it would quickly turn into another fuck at school. Just the thought of feeling those rippling biceps press against my body gave me the shivers.
“No, I’m alright.” I told him, tapping my chest slightly. “I brought an extra jacket to keep me warm, just in case.”
“Oh, okay.” His arms fell back to his sides, obviously disappointed at a lost chance for affection.
“What about you, aren’t you cold?” I asked him, seeing how he was dressed only in a t-shirt.
“Oh don’t worry about me; I got plenty of muscle to keep me smoking hot all night long.” He grinned as he flexed his arm, his bicep swelling up and out, the peak pushing his sleeve back in order to make room for that mound of muscle.
Crap, he knows I like it when he flexes I looked away to try and quell my hardening cock. It was then I noticed he was holding something in his other hand.
“What’s that you have there, another bag full of teddy bears?”
“Yea, it is.” He said, lifting it up so I can see clearly. It was a rather large bag that was filled up to the brim.
“Don’t you have enough already?” I said.
“Well I don’t know what to do with them.” He scratched his head in frustration. “I’ve got like a thousand of them everywhere I can think of and I just can’t toss them out with the garbage. I even asked all of my teachers to put them on shelves for me for storage space, but this is starting to get a bit more than I can handle.”
“Then give them away.” I suggested.
“Huh?” He looked at me blankly.
“Just give them away to a charity drive or something.” I looked at the bag. “I mean, there is lot of kids out there with rough backgrounds who would love to have their own teddy bear. To you these things are just waste of space, but to them it could mean a childhood friend who will stay close all the time.”
“I…never really thought of that,” Ethan looked at the bag again. “That’s a really good idea! Thanks Mr. Brian!” He reached out and gave me a pat on my shoulder. I tried not to think of how his hand completely covered the area between my neck and arm and focus on him, but that was just as dangerous. No matter where he looked, he couldn’t seem to find a safe spot to rest his eyes on.
“So…ready for our date?” He asked me, jumping straight to the main stuff.
Was I ready? Let me think. Nope, never.
“S-sure.” I nodded a bit nervously.
He flashed a big grin. “So, where do you want to go? The movies? Or what do you older guys like to do…bowling?”
Ah geez, how was I supposed to get used to this if he went from hot to schoolgirl giddy? Wait, since when was I willing to get used to this?
“Actually, I was thinking we could have some dinner.”
“Dinner’s good.” He nodded. “I’m always starving after a good game. I know this great burger joint…oh wait, you probably wouldn’t want to see another burger for a few years do you?”
“No, I don’t.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “And I was thinking we could have dinner at my place.”
“Oh…” He sounded disappointed, but then perked up. “Oh! Yea, sure, we can have dinner at your place!” I could practically see him do the math: him, me, all alone in my apartment having a romantic dinner. And then afterwards, he was probably expecting some ‘exercise’ to burn off dinner. “Here, let’s get to my car and I’ll drive us back there.”
Ethan’s car turned out to be an expensive looking sports car. Sleek curves, unscratched paint, it was obvious he took care of it well.
“Nice car.” I commented as he tossed the bag of teddy bears in the trunk.
“Thanks, my Dad got it for me for my birthday.” He smiled as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to undress right in front of me.
“W-what are you doing!?” I took a step back. Was he stripping down to fuck me right here and now, in the school parking lot? Fuck, if he came on to me, I didn’t know if I had enough willpower to resist him.
“I’m just changing dude.” Ethan said as he yanked off his top and tossed it in after the teddy bears. “Can’t very well have dinner in a smelly ole t-shit now can I?”
Actually, I couldn’t care what he was wearing since he might as well been nude with the way all his clothes wrapped around him like a second skin. In fact, a part of me would love to have Ethan walk around shirtless, showing off his buff body to the world, with me wrapped around one thick limb. While I was drooling at my daydream, Ethan finished buttoning up his shirt and walked up to the side of the car, and then opened the passenger side door for me. It was the kind of gestures a guy would do to woo a girl over…and it was working. My face grew a rosy red as bright as his car, so I quickly jumped in so he wouldn’t see it. Something told me I was in for a long, long night.
When we got to my apartment, I could see and feel Ethan’s excitement and I’ll admit I was a little excited as well. When I opened the door and the two of us walked inside, the first thing we saw was a table in the center of the living room covered with a white tablecloth and a single lit candle standing in the center. The second thing we saw was Kevin.
“What are you doing here?” Ethan demanded, his voice betraying his surprise and irritation.
“Cooking dinner for Brian, that’s what.” Kevin told him.
Quickly I took hold of Ethan’s hand to draw his attention and explain before things heated up. “Sorry Ethan, but when Kevin heard we were going out, he insisted that he cook for us.”
Ethan was obviously not happy to see Kevin, especially on our first date, but when I talked to him it threw his mood off enough for him to simply grumble unhappily instead of explode like he usually did. “If I find a single red hair of his in my food, the deal’s off.”
“Please, I’ve been cooking for years. I wouldn’t make a novice mistake like let my hair get into the food.” Kevin looked over at me. “Why don’t you go and change?”
“What’s wrong with what I have now?” I asked him.
Kevin looked upwards as if I said something stupid. “Those are your work clothes! You can’t have a romantic dinner in your work clothes! Now go to your room, the outfit I picked for you should be on the bed.”
“I’m not eight.” I said sourly.
“Then I don’t have to help you put your shirt on straight.” Kevin crossed his arms almost impatiently. “Now hurry up, your first appetizer will be ready in less than three minutes. If you let it get cold, I will be VERY cross with you.”
“Okay, alright, I got it.” I rolled my eyes and headed to my room. Kevin was nice enough to get along with, but when it came to food he could get seriously psychotic. The clothes Kevin picked out for me were dress casual and as much as I hated to admit it, it did feel better to get out of my work clothes and into some nice comfortable stuff though still decent enough to show off for Ethan. Still, he seemed to forgotten to add a tie. Picking a sleek, silver grey tie, I headed out back to the living room.
“-like a brother to me.” Kevin’s voice drifted down the hall.
“Okay, fine, I get that.” Ethan’s voice followed. “Listen, I care a lot about him too.”
“If you hurt him at all, I have a cheese grater with your name written all over it.” Kevin threatened.
When I heard that my first reaction was to laugh, but when I thought about it more I winced. Ouch, cheese grater. It was way better to be a chef’s friend than his enemy since they know all sorts of tricks to cut things up in so many different ways.
Figuring I shouldn’t let this interesting conversation go on, I stepped out. “Hey Kevin, is dinner ready yet?”
“It’ll be ready in 30 seconds.” Kevin said without batting an eye. It would figure he’d know I was eavesdropping since he was a pro. “I’d suggest you sit down and prepare yourself by the time I come back out.”
Sheesh, whatever happened to setting the mood? As I approached the table, Ethan rushed to beat me there. “Here, let me get your seat.” He said as he pulled out the chair. Great, he was still playing with this game. I didn’t know how to decline without being rude, so all I could do was say thank you and sit down.
When both of us were settled in, I started to open the dinner with one of the topics I had brainstormed earlier when Ethan reached across the table towards me.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked.
Ethan grabbed a hold on my tie. “Let’s ditch this thing before you get too comfortable.” He said as he undid the knot. From the angle I had of Ethan, I could see just how thick and full his chest was. Was this what straight men felt like with a girl with big breasts? I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe until he finished taking off my tie.
“There, you look much cuter this way don’t you think?” He asked as he balled it up and tossed it onto the couch. Luckily I didn’t have to answer since Kevin came out carrying our appetizers.
“Here you go one crab risotto for Ethan and one Caesar salad for Brian with low fat dressing.” Kevin set the dishes out in front of us.
“Thanks Kev.” I said, more grateful than he could realize. It gave me just the distraction and time to get myself under control.
“You’re welcome.” Kevin smiled more for service than for manners before returning to the kitchen.
“A salad?” Ethan scowled at my bowl. “Is there any reason why you’re chewing on rabbit food?”
“I’m on a diet.”
“A diet?” He blinked. “What for?”
“W-well, I just wanted to get back in shape, lose some of this extra weight.” I was a bit embarrassed explaining this to Ethan since one of the main reasons I was doing for him.
“Really?” He asked. “I was just thinking the other day that you looked a bit smaller.”
That’s because you’re getting bigger I thought.
“But really, I don’t think you need to go on a diet.” Ethan continued. “I like you as you are now.”
“You…you like me as a fat ass?” I asked him, suddenly getting angry. “Are you saying the reason I get you off is because I’m a weak slob while you’re-”
“Whoa, calm down Mr. Brian!” Ethan reached over and grabbed me. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that you don’t have to change yourself just to impress me. I like you whether you’re skinny as a pole, a fat bastard or even be more buff than I am. Do you understand now?”
I nodded my head, my cheeks going red with embarrassment for jumping to conclusions again. I guess since Ethan always acted so cocky and showed off his body, I thought of the worst.
Slowly Ethan eased the conversation back to a lighter side, talking about school, sports, anything a normal high school student would talk about. It was…nice. There was a calm, cool and casual air around us, nothing like my planned out conversations at all. I had dates before, but it had been so long since my last one I felt like this was my first one. At times he was as into himself as before, at others he was sweet and asked about me, and then he was back to being a full blown jock. I should have been confused, but I was actually drawn into him, like each change of personality were part of an elaborate dance to enchant my senses. Before I knew it, we finished our appetizers, breezed through the entrées and now we were having a low fat, low cal dessert.
“Damn, that was the best dinner I’ve had ever!” Ethan leaned back and patted his stomach. “Your roomie might be a pain in the ass, but he sure knows how to cook up a meal.”
“Did you expect me to serve you second rate food?” Kevin poked his head into the living room. “And besides, there’s no way I would make crappy food on Brian’s first date in years. “
“Well then I guess I’m lucky to be your date.” Ethan looked over at me and smiled. A broad, dazzling, smile…
Geez, I was hopeless.
Stretching his arms, Ethan stood up from the chair. “What do you say we head out and walk off our dinner?”
“Sounds good to me.” I also got up.
“Hey, what about the dishes!?” Kevin exclaimed.
“You don’t expect us to wash dishes on our first date do you?” Ethan winked as he put his arm around my shoulders and walked me out the door just as Kevin started to throw a fit.
“You know there’s hell to pay when we get back right?”
“We’ll deal with it later.” He grinned. “Right now, let’s just focus on the two of us shall we?” He lead me downstairs and to the outside. It was still a bit chilly, but when we stepped into the cold air Ethan placed his arm around my shoulder and held me close to his side. Somehow I felt that he wanted to do that all evening, though I wasn’t in a position to complain at all. Walking like that made me feel safe, secure. I didn’t care that a few people were giving us funny looks as we walked by, my world right then was just Ethan.
“Here we are.”
Tearing myself away from dreamland, I looked to see what he was referring to.
We were standing in front of a hotel.
Not just ANY hotel either, a pricy high class one (well as high class as it could get around here.) A single night cost the same as half my paycheck.
“Ethan?” I looked up at him.
He just smiled and led me through the revolving doors into the lobby. Oh geez, the inside looked better than what I heard. I felt so out of place that I would have turned around and ran if Ethan wasn’t holding me tight. He was actually walking us towards the receptionist!
“Hi there, may I help you?” The girl behind the desk greeted us.
“Yes, I’m Ethan Black, I came in earlier for my reservation?”
“Yes, I remember you.” She smiled and her eyes roamed his body. “Your suite is all ready for you now.”
“Suite?”
He winked at me. “You’ll see.”
An elevator ride and hallway walk later and I did see it. A drop dead gorgeous suite with a king sized bed covered with rose petals, romantic music playing, even a bottle of champagne on ice. My mouth was probably open until the door closed and made me jump.
“Whoa there Mr. Brian, you a little tense.”
“Ethan...how…what…” I waved my arms at everything. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Because I want our first date with me to blow all your other ones clear out of the water.” He said as he began to walk towards me.
“B-b-but but but,” I backed away, “this looks so expensive!”
“Not that expensive, I managed to bargain it down to half price.” He winked.
I didn’t even want to know what he did to haggle down the price of a honeymoon suite…actually, a part of me DID want to know, but that was the part that I didn’t let out much. Before I knew it, my back hit the wall and I had nowhere else to go. “B-but-”
“Mr. Brian, relax.” Ethan smiled. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
That wasn’t the problem since in my gut I really wanted to do it. If he asked me, I’d be all over him.
“Then…what did you bring me up here for?”
“Well, I know you’ve had a rough life, and you don’t own a lot of nice things. So, I wanted to give you at least one night where you get pampered and treated the way you deserve.”
Hell, Ethan really knew how to make a guy fall head over heels for him. “So…what do you want to do?” I asked tentatively.
“Well, what do you want to do?” He asked me.
“What, so it’s all up to me?”
“Well, I can always give some suggestions.”
“Oh, like what?”
“Well…” He drifted off as he went around the bed and picked something up off the ground and laid it on the bed. It was his backpack. “You can help me study.”
That brought a smile to my face. “You really had this date all figured out huh?”
“Only after the point where I get you relaxed enough to get you here.” He smiled back as he pulled out his textbook. “Now, let’s get studying.”
The two of us sitting comfortable on the bed, we poured our attention into Ethan’s studies. It’s funny, whenever I got into full teaching mode romance and sex become the furthest thing from my mind and I’m able to focus solely on the task at hand.
Ethan on the other hand wasn’t so dedicated.
“You know, I think I’m ready to be quizzed on this stuff.” He said, raising his arms and stretching his muscles.
“Alright, which subject do you want to try first?” I reached for the books.
“How about all of them?”
“That’s quite a bit.” I laughed.
“I can handle it. But why we spice this up a bit?”
“Oh?”
“Why don’t we play strip poker?”
My hands fumbled the books and dropped it on the ground. “P-pardon?”
“Every time I get an answer right, you take something off.”
I was almost afraid to ask my next question. “And if you get something wrong?”
“Of course I’ll take something off as well.”
Shit, I shouldn’t have asked. He had me right where he wanted. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t voice a protest, and to be honest I didn’t know if I wanted to.
“Well, what are we waiting for?”
Without even thinking I asked a random math question at the top of my head.
“John Adams.” He said without hesitation. “That’s one off.”
Unable to do anything else, I kicked off one of my shoes (lucky for me I had forgotten to take them off earlier.) If I counted everything I was wearing, I had 9 more questions before I was completely stripped down. Not wanting that to happen so easily, I asked a harder one.
“That’s um…uh…seventeen forty?”
“Seventeen forty five.” I corrected.
“Ah damn, off by a few.” He groaned. “Ah well, guess I gotta pay up.” Instead of reaching for his shoe, however, he began to undo the buttons on his shirt.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“Stripping.” He said as he went down the line. Already I could see quite a bit of his chest and pretty soon I would see the top blocks of his abs.
“But…”
“Hey, we never agreed to what we took off first now, did we?” Ethan chuckled as he finished the last button and tossed his shirt aside to let me have my second dose of his body tonight. Once again I was taken aback by how flawless his torso was. Each muscle was fully developed; I could see his striations clearly under his blemish free skin which somehow managed to avoid getting stretch marks despite the fact that Ethan had packed on so much mass in just a few months. His shoulders were so broad, I could probably sit on one side comfortably and not worry about falling off. His chest looked so inviting, as if each swell accompanying his breathing called to me to rest my head against them like a pillow. My hands were already itching to rub up and down the hard ridges of his abs, feeling that washboard stomach that looked like they could take a punch and not give a bit.
“…Mr. Brian?” Ethan’s voice made me realize I had been drooling at his body. Quickly and straightened up, resisted to urge as best as I could (which was actually quite a feat to pull off, believe me.)
“Mr. Brian, can I have the next question?” he asked again.
“Uh, sure,” I said as I tried to focus. “What’s, um, eight times five?”
Shit, did I really just ask that?
“Nine.” Ethan told me with a mischievous look on his face, then began to unzip his pants.
I jumped back so fast that I tripped and began to fall, but Ethan was just as fast and caught me before I could hit the ground.
“Whoa, easy there.” Ethan chuckled.
“What…what…?” I blinked up at him, then down at his pants which were already halfway down his thighs…his thick, muscular thighs…
“I’m playing the game.” He said, then began to unbutton my own shirt. “Because I know you become much more agreeable if I get undressed first. And since I answered correctly…” He trailed off as he finished undoing the last button. He gave my undershirt with a certain look in his eye. “That’ll come off next.”
Shit, I’ve been played, and what’s worse was that I really didn’t mind.
“Come on now, next question.” Ethan urged me on.
Not wanting to be stripped of, I decided to go for one of the harder questions. “Name the value of pie to the twentieth number.”
He looked at me blankly and for a moment I thought I had then, but then slowly a smile broke out on his face. “Three point one four…” To my utter amazement, I watched as he recited the twenty digits, and then went all the way to fifty! Shit, was this the same guy who needed help figuring out the value of x just a few short weeks ago?
“I believe that’s right…unless you gotta check?” He asked me teasingly.
Sonava….he was still the same cocky bastard from when I was teaching his English class, but this time Ethan’s cockiness was towards seducing me. He reached for my undershirt and I began to back away once more, but then he flexed his pecs, making them bulge out and swell out even bigger than before if that were possible. I was so breath taken that I didn’t even hear Ethan tear my undershirt down the middle and pulling it away from my body.
“Come on, ask me another question.” He asked as he leaned in close, raising his arm and bringing it close to my face.
“H-how big is it?” I stuttered, my eyes hypnotized by the myriad of veins that snaked under his skin.
“21 and a quarter inches.” He told me. “But when I flex…” Slowly he bent his arm and I watched as slowly his bicep rose up like morning sun, glorious and awe inspiring. Finally it peaked. “…it becomes 23 ¾ inches.”
Fuck, almost 24 inch arms! That was a size that I thought I would only see in an erotic dream, but here it was staring me right in the face. Without thinking, I tilted my head forward and kissed the peak, but I barely got a taste before it was all too soon pulled from me.
“Why?” I asked, sounding much like a kid who just had his lollipop taken away.
“Because you want to stop.” He told me. A needful moan escaped my throat and I shook my head. “Whoops, I guess I’m wrong.” Then Ethan took hold of his pants and peeled it off to leave himself clad only in a pair of briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his cock.
“Fuck.” I breathed in sharply.
“Not just yet.” He said as he dropped a string of kisses along my cheek, down my neck and to my collarbone.
“Why?” I moaned in pleasure.
“”Because I want to enjoy every bit of this that I can.” Then he took my own pants and pulled them off, taking my other shoe in the process. Now we were both wearing only our boxers and socks. I was so painfully on the edge that I felt as if I could blow any second, but Ethan wouldn’t allow it.
Ethan leaned back just a bit so he could see my body. I could almost feel his gaze travel from my head down to my toes. I thought about trying to cover myself up again, but Ethan growled seductively. “I didn’t notice before you told me, but I can definitely see a change in you, you’re a little leaner than before. But either way, you’re still cute no matter how you look.”
“Really?”
“Definitely.” He grabbed my boxers and ripped them off my body, letting my cock spring out to full mast. Without wasting a second he kissed the tip, licking the pre that had formed there and sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
“Fuck, it tastes even better than last time.” Ethan said between licks.
“What does it taste like?” I asked between gasps of air.
“Like….I don’t know, nothing like anything I’ve ever tasted before.”
Wordlessly both our hands grabbed Ethan’s boxers and ripped them apart, allowing his own cock to become exposed to the air. Shit, the way it throbbed towards me gave it the illusion that it was even bigger than mine was, though I was sure that I had the size advantage since that first night together at the construction site. I pushed these unimportant thoughts away as I dove straight in, paying Ethan back by doing the same tongue teasing he did to me along with a few tricks he didn’t know. I was rewarded with a salty sweet taste and loud, sensual noises from above me.
“Fuuuuuck, where did you learn to do that? Ohhh…” Ethan’s muscles all jumped as I flicked my tongue against the head. Hearing that made me increase the pace, Just as I was getting my rhythm going,, Ethan pressed his hands against my shoulders and gently pushed me away.
“No, stop, I’m gonna blow.” He breathed heavily.
“That’s kinda the point.” I laughed a bit.
Ethan laughed back. “Yea, but if I’m gonna cum, I wanna do it while my cock is inside that cute ass of yours.” Reaching over, he opened a drawer from the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. “The last two times were a spur of the moment thing, but this time I’ve come prepared.”
At that point in time I didn’t care if he was going to wrap his big phallus with sandpaper, I just wanted it. But as long as he had it out anyway…
Taking the bottle from him, I unscrewed the cap and poured a generous amount into my palm. Then I rubbed it onto Ethan’s cock. Again, Ethan’s huge muscles flexed hard as they got a jolt of pleasure as I played with his cock. My hands were doing much more than simply spreading the lube out, they were massaging, caressing and stroking up and down the length. God, it felt so big and thick in my hands that I was mind boggling to know mine was somehow bigger, because it certainly FELT otherwise.
Meanwhile, Ethan looked like he was having a great internal struggle. His arms were half raised, poised to grab me and fuck me senseless but with inhuman strength he resisted. A layer of sweat formed on his skin, pooling together and running down the ridges and grooves of his muscles. Over and over he swore, trying to release his pent up energies by flexing his arms, his pecs; all while keeping control of the growing flood building up in his crotch. Every man had his limit however, and with a roar he seized me and brought me in close. He was about to shove his big dick inside of me when he realized what he was doing, so with grunts and growls of immense self control he slowly lowered me onto his manhood.
As the head penetrated me, I threw back my head and moaned loudly. Deeper and deeper he drove his cock in, filling the empty spaces that had been left behind from his last entry that had been waiting anxiously to be occupied once more. I grabbed onto Ethan’s shoulders and squeezed tightly to try and withstand the mixture of pain and pleasure as he inched his way inside of me. My fingers couldn’t even dent the hot and sweaty granite that was Ethan Black.
Finally, every inch of him was inside of me and I felt better than I have in years. After a few short moments of enjoying this state of fullness, Ethan started to rock his hips, moving his shaft in and out and in again, driving me wild. All I could do back was kiss him as passionately as I could, my hands holding onto his body for everything that I had. Again and again he pounded his dick into me, each thrust bringing me closer and closer over the edge.
Then, all too soon, I came. My cock finally couldn’t handle any more pressure and released its load. I let out a cry as I came, cried out Ethan’s name over and over again. As my orgasm began to subside my body slumped against Ethan’s for support.
“Don’t relax just yet,” He spoke directly into my ear. “The best is coming right….now!”
Acting on cue, I felt Ethan’s orgasm. It was so hot, so filling that it revitalized my own manhood and I started to cum full force once more. Ethan and I came together, over and over again, unstoppable like the tide crashing on the beach. At one point I nearly fainted from the intensity, but hearing Ethan’s voice brought me back and longing for more.
And then we were done. No matter what, neither of us could bring forth anymore. The both of us had completely spent each other out, but both of us looked more than satisfied. Now we just basked in our afterglow, settling down into the soft bed, in each other’s arms. I couldn't help but laugh a bit; Ethan's nickname was truly fitting. At times he was rough and wild, but now here I was hugging him close like a teddy bear.
What a perfect way to end a date.
* * *
It was very late at night when I woke up again. At first I was a bit confused and disoriented because I woke up in a different bed than my own. The sound of fabric tearing and someone swearing under his breath made me jump and bring my attention beyond the edge of the bed. Standing in the dimly lighted room was a huge figure, dark and menacing. Without thinking I let out a cry of fear, pushing myself back so hard that my head hitting the back board of the bed.
Immediately the figure rushed towards me, reaching out to grab and silence me.
“No, get away!” I kicked at him, but my foot hit something even harder than the back board.
“Calm down, it’s me!” A deep yet familiar voice came.
I paused in mid kick, the wheels slowly turning in my head. “E….than?”
Now that he was closer, I could see the face was Ethan’s, but the body…it wasn’t Ethan’s, not the body he had just a few hours ago. I knew Ethan was tall, but now he seemed a bit taller. His muscles had swollen up and gained more mass, at least 20 pounds. His shirt, which were although tight before, were now far too small on him, made obvious by the fact that the sleeves were now ripped at the seams and his larger pecs made it impossible to button it together. Ethan also seemed to have attempted to pull on his boxers, but they were now hanging in shreds over his massive thighs like some sort of mini-hula skirt.
“You….you’ve grown bigger.” I said softly, still unable to take it all in.
The corner of Ethan’s eyes crinkled and he looked…vulnerable and uncertain and almost afraid, the first time I’ve ever seen him like that. “I….fuck, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”