Scout's Honour - TCT - Part 3

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The days rolled on and Ethan couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. The vandalism on his house remained firmly in the back of his mind, and he found himself becoming rather anxious any time he had to leave go outside. The last person in the world who he wanted to bump into was Christian or the rest of the gang.

Other than the constant nervousness, Ethan found that he and Corey seemed to be drifting apart. They hadn't had a minute alone, between planning the trip and ensuring they had everything they needed, to Roman constantly tagging along with them everywhere they went, Ethan was becoming increasingly frustrated.

"There's nothing wrong, Ethan" Corey sighed for the fifth time since he'd arrived at his boyfriend's house, "you're being paranoid"

"I'm not being paranoid" the teenager sulked, "it's that Roman kid. Every time I look around he's there!"

"That's the problem!" Corey barked, "you're spending too much time focusing on him and not enough time focusing on this".

Ethan turned around, the Playstation controller falling from his hand as Corey stood with his long, smooth cock hanging from his trousers.

"You think that that's gonna' make me feel better?" Ethan scoffed, and felt his own tool stiffen.

"Bend over your bed and we'll find out" the handsome young man grinned.

As frustrated as Ethan was, turning down his favourite thing in the world would only prove to irritate him even more, and so with a sly smile, he stood up and the two embraced.

It took only a few seconds until both young men stood naked. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other as they kissed, until Corey dropped to his knees and pushed his boyfriend onto the bed.

"I love you" he whispered, licking from the bottom of Ethan's shaft all the way to the tip, and causing a shiver of pleasure through his lean body. "And only you".

Ethan groaned into his fist as Corey plunged down on his cock. It had been over a week since he'd felt the delicious feeling of his boyfriend on his dick, and he wondered if he'd ever be able to live without it.

As Corey sucked, Ethan's mind travelled to the upcoming trip. He was secretly quite nervous about the whole thing. He'd never travelled on a plane before, and the idea of hurtling through the sky at a million miles an hour was bad enough, but doing it halfway across the world was even worse.

"Do you have your passport?" Ethan asked as Corey gagged on his cock.

The young man spat Ethan's tool out of his mouth and sat back on his ankles, glaring at him.

"Really?" He asked, wiping his mouth.

"Sorry" Ethan sighed, "I'm just... I..."

Corey stood up, his large cock swinging as he walked to the lightswitch and switched it off, plunging them both into darkness before crawling onto the bed.

"Come on" he whispered, taking Ethan's hand and pulling the sheets over the pair of them.

Rain smashed against the window outside and Ethan lay his face on the cool pillow as Corey spooned him. Their naked bodies pressed against each other and both young men fell silent.

"I'm sorry" Ethan whispered eventually, basking in the comfort of his boyfriend's strong arms.

"If you're sorry" Corey whispered back, his warm breath swimming over his boyfriend's ear, "then bend your legs and let me in there".

Ethan felt his boyfriend's stiff cock push between his cheeks and laughed as he lifted his legs and allowed him entry.

It didn't hurt as much as it used to, but the first push was always a little uncomfortable. He gasped into Corey's arm as his tip pushed inside him. A moment later, Corey began to fuck him.

The curvature of the teen's cock was perfectly angled to glide against Ethan's prostate, and each stroke sent waves of erotic pleasure throughout his body.

Ethan knew from experience that his boyfriend could last a considerable amount of time, and had done so on many occasions prior, but tonight it felt more intimate than their usual rough fun.

He leaned over, turning Ethan's head toward him, and kissed him passionately as he slammed his cock deep into his bowels repeatedly. They moaned into each other's mouths, Corey's hands exploring his smooth body, and finding his leaking cock between his legs.

As Corey stroked his cock and fucked his ass in unison, Ethan began to moan loudly.

"Shh" he sniggered, "your dad will hear us".

As much as Ethan tried, Corey was pounding him too brutally to stay quiet. He continued moaning until his orgasm began ripping through him.

Corey's cock started squirting deep into Ethan's bowels, filling him with seed as he spilled his own onto the bed. As the young couple orgasmed together, the room became damp with the stench of sex.

"Feel better now?" Corey gasped breathlessly, leaving his softening cock inside his boyfriend's tight ring.

"Much" Ethan admitted, and suddenly the sound of torrential rain and Corey's heavy breathing began to calm him completely.

"I know you're worried about Christian" Corey told him, rubbing his cheek as they spooned once more. "But he won't touch you, trust me".

Ethan did trust him. He trusted him more than anybody else in the world, but he knew that even Corey couldn't stop Christian and the gang.

"And your nephew told me that you're scared of flying" he added with a grin, "I'll keep you safe, don't worry".

As Corey spoke softly to him, Ethan couldn't help but drift to sleep and it would be only five hours later when the alarm clock woke both of them, and Corey's cock slipped from his hole.

"Your alarm clock sucks ass" Corey groaned, and the two, tired young men began to get ready for their trip to the airport.

"Stay safe, and call me as soon as you get to Poland, and then as soon as you get to Helsinki, and don't forget to brush your teeth every morning and night, and change your under–"

"Mom!" Ethan snapped, his face burning red as Corey sniggered in the corner. "I'm not a kid!"

"You're my baby!" She said, and kissed her son on the cheek.

"You ready?" Ethan's dad asked sharply, and the young man stared at him curiously.

"Uh, yeah I guess so" he replied, and his father walked straight out the door and into the car.

"What's wrong with him?" Ethan asked his mom, but she shook her head and kissed him again.

"I love you" she whispered, "no matter what".

With those words Ethan and Corey walked out into the freezing cold morning and got into the car. They watched as his mom waved them off, and they started their long journey to Finland.

"Matthew and Ross are already there" Corey said from the back.

"I reckon Matthew has been there since Tuesday" Ethan smirked, "hey, dad" he added, and his father stayed silent.

"Dad?"

"What?" The man asked curtly.

"What's wrong?" Ethan asked, his brow furrowed.

"Nothing".

The journey to the airport was supposed to be quite short, but the sudden tension in the car made it feel like an eternity. When they finally arrived, Ethan's father helped them with their bags and Corey walked over to the rest of the scouts.

"Did I do something wrong?" Ethan asked, as the pair of them stood outside the car.

The man pulled his son into a quick hug.

"Call your mother when you get there, and don't do anything stupid" he said, and released his son before walking back to the driver's side and getting in.

"Dad!" Ethan barked, pulling open the passenger door and glaring into the car. "Why are you being so shitty with me? What did I do?"

His father stared at him, and for the first time in his life, Ethan could see a disgust in his eyes. His blood drained from his body as the man spoke.

"No more sleepovers with him" he spat, "I don't want that shit under our roof. If you want to be a fa... If you want to do that shit, do it in his place".

His father didn't even give him a chance to respond, not that Ethan could have even formed a sentence at that point anyway, before he reached over and pulled the door closed, driving off quickly.

"Everything okay?" Corey smiled, as Ethan pulled his suitcase over to the group, his face like stone.

"Yeah" he lied, "let's just get inside, it's freezing".

"This is like a summer's day in Helsinki" Matthew beamed, but Ethan wasn't listening.

His dad had heard them the night before, and the knot in his stomach twisted even tighter as the scouts entered the airport.

"Hey!" Roman beamed as he ran to meet the others, but Ethan ignored him too, and found a seat alone.

He watched the others as they joked and laughed, and felt a jealous bite as he did. Corey stood beside Roman, the pair looked very cosy indeed.

"Who pissed in your breakfast?" Ross asked as he sat down beside him.

Ethan was in no mood for the muscular man's attitude.

"I'm fine" he spat back.

"Jealous?" The man pressed, as both of them watched Corey and Roman who were now in deep conversation.

"No" he lied.

"I wonder if he'd betray you like you betrayed him" Ross continued.

"I didn't betray anybody" he snapped, feeling his anger boil inside him, "they had a fucking knife, what else could I do?"

"Nothing" Ross shrugged, "but calling us faggots, when you've taken every dick in here?"

"I didn't mean it" Ethan snarled, "can you just drop it now?"

Ross opened his mouth to continue, but Ethan had heard enough. Ross was the least of his problems now. He stood up and stormed over to the toilets.

Thankfully the restroom was empty when he got there, and he leaned on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. He still looked tired, but now he looked a sickly pale colour too.

His heart hammered in his chest, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. Christian, the flight to Europe, Corey and Roman, and now his fucking dad. Sweat began to trail down his cheeks and he splashed cold water over his face as his breathing became erratic.

"Oh, hey Ethan!" Roman's stupid voice chirped as the young man strode inside and began pissing.

"I'm so excited, are you?"

"Sure" Ethan grunted.

"Corey's going to show me how to build a fire, and catch fish and all that stuff" he continued, and Ethan clenched his jaw.

"And Corey said that you wouldn't mind if we sit together on the plane"

"And Corey said –"

Ethan couldn't control it. He turned around and grabbed the eighteen-year-old by his jacket slamming him against the wall. Instantly, the newest scout turned white and his bottom lip began to quiver.

"I get it!" Ethan snapped, "you and Corey, I get it!"

He released the boy and rushed from the toilets. Part of him felt bad for doing it, but his brain simply couldn't deal with anymore stress. It felt like the weight of the world was pushing down on him, and as the scouts began to board, he wondered how things could get any worse.