Chapter Two
The Resort
The Arrival
Sunday
Late Morning
At last, their plane had landed, and it was safe to say nothing was going to destroy their vacation in sunny Puerto Rico. As soon as the plane touched down, they were in the clear, and on vacation.
Gene would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous there’d be some in-the-air incident where they’d have to pull their badges and play Feds.
But there wasn’t.
It was a damn good day in their world.
When they were picked up at the airport, Gene loaded up their luggage, and the whole time, he was whistling, smiling, and didn’t have a care in the world.
This was the start of their long-anticipated and repeatedly-delayed vacation.
And he was going to make the most of it.
Bet.
On.
It.
There was nothing in this whole world that was going to make him miserable now that they’d touched down and were here.
Not if it rained.
Not if all they did was stay in and have sex non-freaking-stop.
And not even if Corbin and Will interrupted them.
Oh, if they thought he didn’t know they were on the same plane, they had another thing coming.
Because he wasn’t an idiot.
Were they really that ridiculous that they believed he wasn’t aware of their presence?
If they thought he didn’t smell that very familiar aftershave that Corbin ALWAYS wore, or they believed that he didn’t hear the giggling when he headed toward the bathroom on the flight…
Only, he didn’t give two shits.
Or three shits.
Or four.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised that Corbin had opted to get on a plane, and try to hijack their vacation. That was, after all, his MO.
If he didn’t show up, he would have been shocked as shit. To actually stow away on the plane?
Okay, so he didn’t stow away, but only because he’d lose his badge.
Planning to surprise them by arriving to annoy the shit out of him wasn’t novel.
That was the most Corbin thing that Corbin could do. He wouldn’t be the ‘crotch goblin’ if he didn’t try to keep Gene from Ethan’s crotch.
And truth be told…
Even that wouldn’t annoy him.
In fact, it actually calmed him down. Knowing the man was safe, and not out doing stupid shit to get them called back to Philly, worked for him.
Now, he’d know exactly where he was most of the time, and he wouldn’t get himself shot, kidnapped, maimed, or injured.
And they weren’t sharing a room, so…
Whatever.
If Corbin and Will wanted to follow them, then so be it. If they wanted to try and play felonious holiday escape, whatever.
There was no way anyone on this big, blue, ball of dirt and crazies was this vacation being decimated.
It wasn’t possible.
Gene was locking himself in a room, and having his wicked way with a hot man in absolutely no clothing.
Bet.
On.
It.
As the shuttle cleared the gates, he glanced back at the rest of the gay people on this little fun fest, and Corbin and Will weren’t two of them.
That meant they were still going to play this little game a while longer.
Well, so be it.
From beside him, Ethan immediately saw Gene’s head on the swivel, and he was curious. The man wasn’t focused on him, but their surrounding area.
Did he suspect Javier Hughes had found them?
“Uh, looking for someone? I think he’s right beside you,” he stated.
Gene actually laughed.
How could he not?
Apparently, Ethan hadn’t figured out that they weren’t alone yet. So, he’d break it to him.
Gently.
“I have good news and bad news,” he said.
Immediately, Ethan lifted a brow.
“I don’t like this game.”
Yeah, Gene understood why, but still, he wanted Ethan to be aware of what would be coming their way.
A giggly crotch goblin.
If Corbin didn’t think that after Javier Hughes got sprung that he was going to be on alert NONSTOP from that point on, he was loco.
Gene was hyper aware of everything, and for a good reason. He was the obstacle between him and Ethan. Javier would like nothing more than to put him in a grave, or steal Ethan away from him.
“You’ll be amused by this one. I promise.”
Ethan would bite.
“Okay, what?” he asked.
He went there.
“The good news is I’m so horny I’d fuck you here with an audience. The bad news is Corbin and Will tailed us here to the island, and we know what Corby is like when he knows Mom and Dad are about to get their kink on.”
What?
Ethan blinked.
Oh, he knew what they were like. Corbin liked to get a rise out of Gene by interrupting their sexy moments as much as possible. Thus, why they had sex in their shower in the condo, A LOT.
They were the two cleanest—dirtiest perverts on the East Coast.
“They did?” he asked.
Gene nodded.
Then, he explained so the man knew how he knew. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out, either.
“I smelled the Crotch Goblin’s aftershave on the plane.
It’s very unique. Then, when I came out of the plane bathroom, they were at the back of the plane, giggling like lunatics.
We’ve lived in the same house for almost five weeks.
If he thinks I can’t hear that giggle in my sleep, he’s insane—because it haunts me. ”
Ethan laughed.
How could he not?
Then, his partner proved they both thought alike, because Gene had pretty much thought the same thing.
“I mean, at least we know where he is, and he can’t get in trouble or us recalled on our vacation.”
Yep.
On that, they agreed.
It was the silver lining—for sure.
“I just wanted you to know he’s creeping. Fifty bucks says he’s going to try to annoy me and cut back on my sex adventure.”
Ethan snorted.
There was no one taking a bet against that.
Only, they had news for Corbin.
Someone would be embarrassed, and it absolutely wouldn’t be Gene.
The bear was going to hump him at every given chance. There was nothing that was going to stop that.
NOTHING.
“Well, I’ll be ready for it. You can bet that sexy ass in a Speedo over that.”
Then, he continued.
And Gene was to the point.
“We are NOT deviating from our plans because of the goblin. If Corbin is bored and wants to follow us around, so be it. If he catches me balls deep in my hot Native’s ass, so be it. That’s a whole other session of therapy he’ll have to attend with his therapist then.”
Ethan laughed.
Oh, and if he saw what they’d planned on doing, that was likely the outcome.
“I’m having a hap-happy sunny holiday in the sand, and in Ethan Blackhawk.”
Oh, he only hoped that would be accurate.
Only, now, this posed an important point.
“We can’t ignore them once they pop out at us,” Ethan admitted.
Gene laughed.
“If those two nuts are crazy enough to ‘pop’ out at me, while I’m still twitchy over shit like Javier Hughes, they deserve to get terrorized and ignored.”
When Ethan was just staring at him, Gene sighed.
“Fine. We’ll spend time with them,” he said, and then muttered under his breath. “I’m going to be bitchy, so don’t be shocked.”
Blackhawk had to hide a smile.
“We’ll have dinner with them,” Ethan stated, “but other than that, I’m pretty sure as soon as you make an appearance in that Speedo, they’ll be out of there pretty damn fast.”
He grinned.
Speaking of Speedos…
He pulled Ethan’s very tiny crotch-covering from his pocket and handed it to him.
“Sex, then sun. In that order. Wear that. I want to watch you jog up from the water in it. That’s going to fuel a year’s worth of fantasies until we can come back again next year.”
Well, that sounded like a plan to him.
Because he didn’t want the whole bus of people to see the scandalous thing meant only for his man’s eyes, Ethan took it, and tucked it in his pocket.
“Oh, so, are we coming back?” he asked, curiously.
He nodded.
“I want this Christmas present every year. Hell! In fact, let’s go on Christmas. I’m good with that. Or Easter. Or Hannukah. I’ll convert to have the sexy gift that will keep on giving.”
That amused his man.
If that was what Gene wanted, he’d love to make that happen. It beat working a case in the snow and sleet of Philadelphia any day.
That was for damn sure.
This was the holiday that would keep on giving.
As they reached the resort, Corbin and Will were likely taking a later shuttle there, so Gene knew he had some time before the Crotch-Goblin pestilence appeared and tried to rob him of his fun.
Oh, and never let it be said that Gene couldn’t, and wouldn’t, use his time wisely.
When they arrived at the resort, they got in line, holding hands. They were going to get checked in, and then, they were going to let the games begin.
Those were the sexy games that he had been waiting weeks to play with this man.
Finally, when it was their turn, at the counter, the concierge checked them in. They were under Ethan’s name, since he’d booked the holiday for them.
“Mr. Blackhawk, your room is ready. I hope you and Mr. Cantrell have a really amazing stay with us. Drinks at the pool start up in about thirty minutes, and we have a long list of activities that happen daily.”
He handed Gene an itinerary.
Yeah, hell, no.
He didn’t need a playbook on what to do on vacation. It was pretty simple.
Fuck.
Rinse.
Repeat.
That was the game plan for the next week here in Puerto Rico.
Yeah, there would be no side quests in this game, so Gene took it and tucked it into his pocket.
There was no way he was parasailing, scuba diving, or taking a jungle tour unless he was held at gunpoint or they’d already had so much sex his dick fell off.
If that didn’t happen, he was going to be doing one thing.
Ethan.
PERIOD.
For seven blissful days, he planned on working a specific muscle, and it wasn’t going to be because he was jogging his bear-ass anywhere in the sweltering heat.
Not.
Happening.
“Thank you,” Ethan said, trying not to laugh.
Apparently, his man was in a hurry to get them to their room, and the look on his face said he didn’t want to hear about dinner and drinks.
Tours or pool parties.