Through the Firewall
FIREWALL – PART IV
They don’t break eye contact for a long time.
Their hands keep moving, but slower now. Not just to pleasure—but to understand. The way each shift, each stroke, each tightening of a grip, feels like a form of dialogue. One they never got to have back then.
Carter’s mouth parts as if to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he leans forward—foreheads touching, lips brushing, just barely. Ethan meets him there, eyes fluttering closed, not out of fear or hesitation but to savor it.
This is the part no one ever warned them about. The silence that follows finally getting what you want. Not because it’s awkward, but because it’s everything. The kind of quiet that feels like church.
They kiss again—deeper this time.
