Chapter Two #2
Honestly, Ethan couldn’t wait for him to see the room, himself. This room was right on the beach, and they could roll around, and literally stroll out the door to the private beachfront where they could lay in the sun in absolutely nothing.
That was why he’d paid extra for that upgrade.
After the Corbin situation weeks ago, someone had earned this vacation.
Big-time.
“No problem, Mr. Blackhawk.”
Only, Gene wasn’t done.
Oh, he had to ensure that he got his man alone for at least two hours. He knew Corbin, and there was no way he was cockblocking him from Ethan and his…well, cock.
“Juan,” he said, getting the man’s attention.
When he looked up, Gene pulled his ID from his pocket, and flashed it lowkey so only the man was made aware of what they did for a living.
Yes, he traveled with his ID.
And he’d packed Ethan’s too.
Why?
Well, he knew that if he got busted molesting his man in a cabana somewhere, he might need to use his work ID to save their asses.
It was just a precaution.
For them, it was better safe than sorry. Who knew if felonious Native molestation was illegal on the island? Or if there were ordinances against the kind of kinkery he planned on partaking in.
“We’re Feds. We really don’t want anyone to know we’re here. We’re legitimately on vacation, and if anyone asks about us, be suspicious. Don’t make it easy for them to find us—if you know what I mean.”
The man nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” he said, making a note in the system for them not to be ID’d, and he did it without batting an eye.
Because he didn’t question that, Gene pulled cash out of his pocket.
Oh, and Ethan was amused by it too.
That made it sound like they were making a point to rendezvous behind their partner’s backs for some kinky sex fest.
Oh.
Well…
There was a fantasy he wouldn’t mind playing out. That was going in their box of kink at home.
“If anyone asks about us, send them in the WRONG direction, and then let me know the next time I see you.”
Immediately, Ethan began laughing.
Oh, his man was bribing the concierge, and he didn’t blame him.
Sometimes you had to outthink Corbin, and this was one of those times.
No doubt there.
The man took the ‘tip’, and handed them their keys. When he pointed them in the right direction, Gene kept whistling a happy ditty and in the best mood ever. Now, their vacation was about to begin.
As he watched him get all giddy, Ethan shook his head.
“You’re going to annoy him by reverse Uno-ing him with messing with his plans.”
Gene grinned.
“I know. He’ll have to wander around looking for us, and that will annoy Will, who will likely want to pet a dolphin or cuddle a sloth he finds on the side of the road.
While he’s planned to annoy me, I’m out chess-ing him.
This is the highlight of my day. Well, after fucking you stupid. That’s the real highlight.”
Ethan snorted.
“Good to know, Chess Master.”
Oh, with Corbin, you needed to be. The man was lowkey maniacal.
As they approached the room, Ethan pointed.
“That’s us. I hope you like it,” he said.
Why wouldn’t he?
There was about to be a naked Native inside. Who in their right mind wouldn’t like that?
“Oh, I’m sure I will,” he promised.
When Gene used his key to gain access, he then placed the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign IMMEDIATELY on the doorknob so they would be left alone.
Just.
In.
Case.
Would that be a dead giveaway for Corbin?
Well, it should be, but the man also had so little common sense that he’d gone into Bull’s Biker Bar alone after being told not to do that.
Gene was betting he was still a baby detective, even after that life lesson.
It was mean to think that, but it was true in Corbin’s case. That was why they had pulled to get him onto a work schedule with them.
To fix that.
Inside the room, Gene hit the lights, and it opened into a nice space. In fact, it was a really nice space.
Gene grinned.
“I love it here already, EJ,” he admitted. “It feels tropical,” he stated.
Ethan was amused.
“Imagine that. An island is tropical. Go figure,” he teased.
As he was busting his ass, Gene laughed.
“You know what I mean.”
Yeah, he really did.
Only, there was so much more for the man to see. The room wasn’t the selling point. Ethan approached him, and when he did, Gene rubbed his hands together.
And he was cockblocked by his intended sexy debauchery victim.
“Before you get started,” Ethan said, “close your eyes for me.”
He lifted a brow.
“Pardon?” he asked. “I think I made it clear my plan on the flight, Tala.”
Oh, he did, and they would be starting that in a couple of minutes. Gene was so focused on the sex that he was missing the big, pink elephant in the room.
What was that?
Maybe it was the double French doors that lead to the beach.
“Oh, I’m aware. Just do it.”
Well, if he must…
“Uh, not how I like to start molesting my sexy Tala, but okay,” he offered, giving him the benefit of the doubt since it was his vacation too, and had planned it.
Taking both suitcases to put them down, Ethan walked in front of Gene, and had his hand over his eyes.
“Mmmmm, Mr. Blackhawk, this could get kinky,” he joked.
Ethan was amused.
That was one of the things he loved most about Gene.
His humor.
In the bedroom, he made Gene face the French doors that opened out onto the sand. At first, he’d thought of getting them one of those cabin huts, but this was just nicer.
As he opened the doors, they could feel the breeze blowing in from the ocean the room faced.
“Am I outside again?” Gene asked, keeping his eyes closed. “I can smell ocean,” he admitted with a genuine smile on his face.
Yeah, Ethan loved this man.
He rolled with every punch, and he never stopped being happy and optimistic. They were opposites, and he saw now that people needed to be.
To work.
Gene was his opposite, and because of that, they were stronger together.
“No, you’re inside, but open your eyes.”
When he did, he stared out the double doors. The view was absolutely incredible.
“Oh, holy shit,” he muttered, moving toward the doors and what lay right outside the bedroom.
There was beach, and privacy.
They had their own little piece of beachfront, and no one could use it but them.
“EJ! This is spectacular,” he said, loving how the water was visible from their room.
It was more than that. They had loungers outside the door, palm trees, and so much pristine sand.
“I love it here.”
Ethan was so happy he did.
It was clear that this was the perfect gift for him.
“I thought we could wake up and sit out here and watch the water in the morning. Every room has a private view on this floor. The others have balconies and can’t see down at us.”
Gene grinned.
Then, he turned, grabbed Ethan’s hand, and pulled him into his arms.
“Come here,” he said, finding his mouth and devouring with a hunger that would never be satiated. One of the things he loved most about Ethan was his kindness. On top of that, he was thoughtful. Nothing was done without being planned out to perfection.
This was ideally created for him as a vacation.
His man was sweet, romantic, and perfect for him. There would never be anyone who filled the space in his heart quite like Ethan.
Blackhawk held on as Gene took them on one hell of a trip into Pleasure-ville through an incredibly passionate kiss.
Someone moaned, and Ethan was pretty sure it was him. Then again, he was pressed to Gene’s body, and the man had the mother of all erections.
Someone was horny and ready to have some fun on their vacation.
Breaking the kiss, Gene stared into Ethan’s eyes. Only, it wasn’t calm, gentle Gene.
It was wild, out of control, and desperately turned on Gene, that was at the party.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
“Get out of your clothes. NOW,” he ordered, ready to get their vacation started.
Immediately, Ethan obeyed, and he began frenetically stripping. As he did, Gene was digging in the suitcases, and he found what he had been looking for too.
The pina colada lube.
It, too, was at the party.
Tossing it onto the bed, Gene began getting undressed himself, and as he did, he picked up Ethan’s belt, and his own. He tossed them onto the bed too.
Oh, they’d be using those later.
Bet.
On.
It.
As Ethan watched, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t incredibly turned on by how aggressive-Gene was showing up to have fun.
Obviously, Gene was planning on some fuckery, and he was here for it.
All.
The.
Way.
His balls ached, and all he wanted was Gene to take him in some hot, sweaty romp that rivaled the Snow-induced sex-fest.
Was that so much to ask?
God.
He hoped not.
When Gene dropped his pants, he crooked his finger toward Ethan, and then pointed at his rock-hard erection.
“Come here, and blow me, Tala.”
That was all it took.
The second the name came out, Ethan knew the game was afoot. He knew his role, and he obeyed.
What Daddy wanted, Daddy would get.
And Daddy wanted Tala.
Dropping to his knees, he approached him that way, and immediately, he saw the precum beading on the tip of Gene’s erection.
Someone was beyond aroused.
He was borderline crazed with lust.
As he approached, he didn’t get a chance to say a word. Before Ethan knew it, Gene’s hand was in the back of his hair, and his head was shoved down the big man’s cock.
Choking him.
It caught him off guard.
But, God...
He loved it.
As he was forced to blow him, Ethan focused on keeping his throat open, and his hands on Gene’s thighs. It wasn’t lost on him that they were at the foot of the bed, and in direct sight of ANYONE walking down the beach.
Oh, there was a reason too.
It turned him on even more.
That naughtiness drove up Ethan’s libido, and he couldn’t stop craving everything this man did to his body. It made him feel safe and loved.
Plus, it was hot.
Who didn’t crave a little wild sex once in a while? He knew he did.
“God, but I love your mouth,” Gene said, as his balls were already tucked up into his sack.
This man knew how to make him insane.