Chapter One #2
Gabriel Rothschild, their dick boss, believed that Ethan was heading back to Damascus to visit his family, and Gene was on his way to the Midwest to see his parents’ farm, and the family.
But they weren’t.
Not.
Even.
Close.
For Christmas, Ethan had gifted his lover a vacation to Puerto Rico, and they were going to maximize the fun. From today until a week from today, they were all play and no work.
And by play, both men hoped it was off-the-charts hot. For Blackhawk, the idea of his big bear all over him was appealing.
After the case where he’d gotten dosed with Snow, there was nothing to hold back.
All the lines had been crossed, the I’s dotted, and the T’s scribbled out.
He and Gene had been under the influence, and now, his ass was broken in.
Thankfully.
Gene, his lover, could take him as much as he could take Gene.
And he couldn’t wait.
They’d been busy the last few weeks babysitting Corbin, and that put a damper on the sex.
It wasn’t easy to have wild, hot sex in your apartment when you had a Crotch Goblin living there.
Oh, anything but.
Corbin and Will were in the guest room, and it was FEET from where Ethan and Gene were every single night for bed.
Oh, they had sex, but it had to be lowkey.
Like in the shower, in case someone got loud.
Basically, that loud spectacle was Gene.
It.
Was.
Him.
So now, they were both free to enjoy their time, and enjoy it they would.
“I can’t wait to have fun,” Gene offered.
Oh, call it a hunch, but Ethan suspected they would be doing just that.
Unbeknownst to Gene, he’d upgraded their room to a suite, and he couldn’t wait for the man to realize that their room opened right onto the beach and trees.
If someone wanted to get sandy, he could.
If someone wanted a fresh coconut, the tropical trees all around them would yield them.
It was a gay paradise, and they had earned every single, solitary second of it the last half a year there in Philadelphia.
Their anniversary came and passed, and through that day, they’d been working damn hard to help Corbin get grounded again, and back on his feet.
So that meant they’d not been able to really celebrate their one-year anniversary like they deserved.
There, in Puerto Rico, they’d have privacy, and as gay men, they needed it. Now, there would be no one spying on them, or them having to ‘behave’.
That was the last thing Ethan wanted to do. He didn’t want to behave at all. He wanted to let go and be wild, free, and out of control.
With Gene.
“I can’t wait for you to lube up, and take me,” he whispered in Gene’s ear. “The pina colada lube is ready to go. Then, you can oil me up, and we’ll go sit in the sand. I have the smallest Speedo known to man, and it BARELY covers my dick.”
Yowza.
Those words made him a happy, and horny, vacationing man.
Gene licked his lips, and then, like the lecherous man he was, stared at his man’s crotch, trying to picture the scandalous nature of that Speedo.
Oh, Jesus.
He had a really good imagination.
“If I die on vacation, don’t be surprised,” Gene admitted. “Because I’m fucking your ass the second we get in the room. Don’t think I’m kidding. I’m so horny right now that the only way I’m surviving is if I cum about ten times and then ten times more.”
Oh.
Thank.
God.
The best part of being the bottom when Gene went Top was his kinkiness. That was exactly why he left Ethan at home for the holiday and opted to do all Tala, all of the time.
When no one was looking, Ethan rubbed the man through his cargo pants, and Gene actually shook.
He was rock hard.
That was an indicator of how this vacation was going to go.
In that moment, Gene was rationalizing joining the Mile-High Club.
What wouldn’t he give to drag his Native to that little bathroom, drop his drawers, and take his ass in some ridiculously hard romp?
Already, Gene was breathing heavily, and if someone kept it up, his ass was his.
And for a good reason.
Gene had little control on a normal day.
On vacation…?
Oh, it was anyone’s game.
At that look on his face, Ethan went there.
“Oh, no. Don’t fill my ass with your cum,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you, Daddy. Break me.”
Slowly, Gene’s head turned, and he stared into Ethan’s eyes.
“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle,” he said.
“Because I’ll love nothing more than tying you down and fucking you, EJ.
I’m a man on the edge. I’d fuck you right here if I could.
If you tell me to break you, I’ll stay in that role as Top the entire time, and you won’t have a moment’s peace. Trust me on that.”
Because the whole point of this vacation was to relax and enjoy, he went there.
And pushed his luck.
With his fingers, Ethan turned Gene’s head the rest of the way, and kissed his man.
As usual, it caught Gene off guard.
This was the man who had rarely done PDAs in the past, but as of late, he was open, vibrant, and more than willing to show the world he belonged to Gene. He’d come into his own sexuality and was willing to explore this journey together.
That was a gift in itself.
A.
Huge.
One.
With that wickedly wild kiss, Gene got so hard he wanted to spontaneously cum.
If anyone could make him do it, it was this man.
Somehow…and it wasn’t easy, he managed to break the kiss before he went up in flames.
“Oh, fuck me sideways, but I’m going to have one hell of a vacation. We’re never forgetting this. This will be the vacation that sets the pace for every other vacation we ever take.”
Oh, Ethan hoped so.
That was exactly his hope going forward. Ethan wanted each holiday they spent to be filled with love, and every vacation to be filled with fun.
With lust.
With kinkiness.
Going forward, he wanted to make memories that would last them forever. There was no doubt that one day, when they retired or could, they’d marry.
That was the ultimate goal, outside of staying alive to see that happen.
This man was part of his heart, and always would be. He’d never loved anyone like this, and he didn’t think he’d be able to let this go.
EVER.
Blackhawk knew one thing for sure.
Gene was a treasure.
Taking his hand in his, Ethan held it as he simply stared into Gene’s eyes, and nothing had to be said.
That one look was more than anything needed to be uttered between them.
There was love.
There was lust.
There was connection.
They both felt it to their toes.
Immediately, Gene went there.
“Do you think we’d both fit in the bathroom together?” Gene asked, licking his very dry lips.
That was all he had to hear.
Ethan laughed.
“Nope. I’ll hit my head on the ceiling as I’m bouncing on your dick. Then, we’ll be heard, and people will know that we were fucking. I mean, I could give you one hell of a blowjob in there.”
That was all it took.
Oh, Jesus.
He was picturing it, and he felt…wet. There was definitely precum beading on the tip of his dick, and this man knew how to get him going.
“Thank you for this vacation,” Gene said. “You know, in case I somehow forget because I’m too busy taking you every chance I can.”
Ethan grinned.
That was the hope.
Only, since Gene was riled up, and he knew that because it was rare, he licked his lips—unless he was picturing a plentitude of perverted visions in his head—he needed to know.
Ethan had a question.
To keep the kinkiness going.
“Did I buy the smallest Speedo known to man?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the white Speedo he’d not packed, but decided to carry on.
To.
Torment.
Him.
When he handed it to Gene, he held it and stared in both shock and awe.
And Jesus…
He wasn’t kidding.
It was a thong, and the front piece…if his dick and balls fit in that, it was going to be a miracle. It left NOTHING to the imagination.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
That was saying a lot since he had one hell of an imagination.
At that moment, Gene knew he’d, once more, won the freaking boyfriend lottery.
“Oh, holy shit,” Gene said, clutching that flimsy piece of material like it was the holy grail, and he’d just discovered it.
“This is scandalous,” he whispered. “No, this is beyond that. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, or imagined, and I’m a pervert.”
Oh, Ethan knew.
That’s why he’d bought it online from some questionable website that sold kink and bondage things like they were an everyday accessory.
And that white Speedo was the conservative one. The other one had a chain in it for piercings to ensure the wearer and their gear didn’t get separated.
He couldn’t imagine piercing his dick, but to each their own.
Because he had Gene’s full attention, Ethan sweetened the fantasy.
“Wait until you see it on me. I tried it on at home, and took a picture,” he said, handing him his phone next.
Oh, this was all an orchestrated flirt-fest to get the man’s juices and cum, flowing.
And it was working.
Ethan didn’t know he could seduce a man like this, but apparently, he was better at it than with a woman.
Who knew?
As he held out the electronic offering, Gene had never tried to get into a phone faster than at that moment. His whole being wanted that sneaky peek.
When he got to Ethan’s pictures, his lover wasn’t lying. There was a picture he took in the mirror of their condo apartment.
And it was ridiculous.
And.
HOT.
Yeah, he was so hard now, that he could pound nails with his erection, and then pound Ethan.
Repeatedly.
Only, Blackhawk wasn’t done.
“Next picture is from behind. I think you’ll like that one just as much.”
Gene didn’t know if his heart, or libido, could take it. He wasn’t quite sure, but he was pretty sure the back view would be even worse—or better.
And he’d been right.
The front view was wild, and he’d not been ready for the back. When he saw it, he stared, eyes wide.
Then, he did the only Gene thing.
He flipped back and forth between the pictures, trying to see what view he liked best, and he couldn’t decide.