Connected To Him (ManxMan)

Part 2: Chapter 48

Chapter 48: French Cuisine

Where the makeout session began as an intense exchange of saliva, it turned into Ethan and Chris lazily kissing each other as they leaned against the wall. Chris's hands were slipped into Ethan's back pockets and Ethan caged his arms in as he grabbed the back of his shirt. When the lazy kiss turned into pecks, both of them knew they should pull away, but they continued to kiss each other, neither one of them willing to back off. Chris began laughing between kisses, giggling at the absurdity of it all. His laughter was contagious and soon, both of them were giggling and kissing and giggling and kissing some more.

Ethan started to push against Chris's chest, trying to gain space while his mouth still moved with the man in front of him.

"Get off," Ethan said between pecks. One, two, three kisses passed.

"Make me," Chris joked, kissing Ethan a couple of more times before stepping back with a sigh. "I really didn't want to stop."

"Me neither," Ethan agreed, smiling warmly as he held Chris's shirt with his finger tips. Chris glanced at his bedroom door, grimacing to himself.

"But people are probably expecting me to get back to my own party," Chris muttered, smiling wryly as he looked between Ethan and the door.

"They probably already know what we've been doing for the past half hour," Ethan joked. He leaned into Chris slightly but Chris moved back slightly, his eyes growing slightly.

"Do they really?" He asked, brows scrunching in clear concern. He looked back on the door again as Ethan realized his joke was a bit too much. Ethan reached his hand up, gently grasping Chris's cheek.

"Hey, it's alright," Ethan whispered, turning Chris's face towards him. "I was just joking. I know you like your privacy. I dated you, remember?"

Chris chuckled and dropped his head, his forehead hitting Ethan's with a barely audibly thud. Ethan let out a small "ow," and they both laughed, their chuckles mingling in the small space between their mouths. Ethan was still laughing when Chris opened his eyes, staring down at him silently.

"Thank you," Chris whispered, pulling away to plant a kiss on Ethan's forehead. "We have to set up a date soon. Something where I won't have to get back other people in a few minutes."

"Are you asking me out?" Ethan teased, his eyebrows bobbing up and down obnoxiously.

"Sure, let's call it that."

When Ethan raised his hand to his shoulder, Chris backed off, raising his hands in surrender.

"I was kidding," He exclaimed, laughing at Ethan's fierce expression. "Honestly I'll probably call you tonight when all of this party stuff is over so we can plan something and talk. I've . . . missed talking to you."

Ethan's hand lowered slowly, his jokingly angry look becoming soft. He stepped up to Chris and firmly planted his mouth against him before pulling back with a grin.

"I've missed talking to you too," He repeated, smiling widely. "I'll be waiting for your call."

Ethan had said those words so honestly, smiling so sweetly that Chris groaned, pulling Ethan into another rushed kiss. Ethan was still reacting to the kiss when Chris pulled away and pushed him out of the door.

Ethan stood shocked as the door closed behind him. He was left standing in the hallway while Chris cackled from within his bedroom.

"You go ahead first so we look less suspicious. I'll call you tonight!"

Ethan rolled his and started making his way to Chris's front door. He almost wanted to brag to every person in this room. Hey, Chris Davis was just making out with me. It was the memory of Chris's heat on his mouth that made him stop. What they had was real. He didn't need anyone else to confirm that.