Chapter Three
The Hotel
Afternoon
On the DL, Corbin and Will had gotten settled into their room, taking the later shuttle just to not be seen. After dropping off their things, they tried to find Ethan and Gene on the resort.
Only, they weren’t having an easy time of it.
Not even close.
The problems began when the concierge refused to share the information, even when he said that they were family. That dude was not taking a bribe either.
Yeah…
That had killed Corbin’s whole plan. He’d assumed asking would work, and when cash didn’t, they had to really work for it.
So, they were forced to walk up the beach that surrounded the resort until they saw them.
Oh, and they absolutely found the spectacle that was a relaxed Fed bear.
The one man was lying on a lounger outside a hotel room. He was wearing his sunglasses, and a banana hammock as he chilled out in the nice breeze coming from the ocean.
And the man was practically dick out.
Holy shit.
That swimsuit, if it could be called that, was scandalous, and covered absolutely NOTHING.
There was a reason Ethan called him ‘big guy’, and it wasn’t because he was bulky.
That was for damn sure.
As they approached, Corbin was grinning wickedly, and now, he was going to have some fun.
It was time to poke a bear, and make him cranky to the point he was scowling.
God.
He loved it when he got angsty.
As he approached, the man was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn’t see his eyes, but from the direction of his head, Corbin knew one thing.
He wasn’t so much focused on Corbin and Will, as much as he was watching the water.
When Corbin glanced over, that’s when he found the other man.
Ethan was frolicking in the waves, having some fun, and it was clear that Gene was making sure he was safe. Well, no big shock there.
Someone was still on duty.
“Hey, Dad,” Corbin said, grinning.
Gene didn’t flinch.
“Hey, Crotch Goblin. Finally found us, huh?” he asked, ruining his fun. “Bet the concierge wasn’t much help. I tip better than you.”
That caught him off guard.
Corbin paused.
“Wait. What?” he asked, staring at the man, who still hadn’t looked at him.
Gene would have laughed, but he was watching Ethan get out of the water, and like he thought, the tiny banana hammock was see-through. The white material disappeared against his tan skin.
Holy shit.
That right there fueled more plans for the week, and even erased any irritation he might have, seeing Corbin there. Let him have his fun.
Gene was going to be having his all week long.
“I think you heard me, Corbin. Next time you want to sneak up on people, beat them to the location, scout it out, and be prepared. That’s rule seventeen.”
Huh?
Corbin was confused.
“Why aren’t you surprised to see me here?” he asked, bummed out.
Will just laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
If Corbin could see the look on his face, he’d laugh, too. It was a cross between disappointment and annoyance that once more, Gene had outplayed him.
There was the master and there was the student, and it was clear who was who.
“I can’t believe this.”
Well, so much for that. It appeared that Corbin’s fun was officially over. He hadn’t surprised the seasoned Fed, and he’d really tried too.
Gene clued him in, and the whole time, he was still watching Mr. Hotness head his way.
God.
He loved a tiny, white Speedo.
“Row G, seats twenty-seven and twenty-eight,” he said, saying nothing else.
What more needed to be said? He’d not only ousted his game, but he played hide-and-seek and won.
Checkmate.
Corbin gasped.
“HOW?”
Gene was to the point as he pointed at the lounger beside him for them to sit.
“Take a seat, young’uns’,” he stated.
His mate wouldn’t need that seat. He planned on putting Ethan on his lap. Gene had another erection, and he wanted to enjoy his holiday.
His dick against Ethan’s ass in that tiny swimsuit…that was the filthiness that he needed to fuel the debauchery.
At that very moment, Ethan was flipping his wet hair back, and there were beads of ocean water glistening across that massive raven tattoo on his chest.
Oh, someone was licking them off of there.
Bet.
On.
It.
Because he could multitask, he told him so the man would learn a valuable lesson.
He wasn’t ready to play spy.
STILL.
“Well, if you must know, Corby, I smelled your aftershave, and I know the Crotch-Goblin giggle. Unlike you, Corbin, I’m alert all of the time. I have to worry about Javier Hughes, and other idiots sneaking up on us. I may be on vacation, but I see what is going on around us.”
Yeah, like a hot, tan man with transparency issues when it came to his wardrobe malfunction.
The malfunction was that it didn’t dissolve in the seawater. Now, that would have got him giggly.
The man pouted.
That was a bummer.
He’d worked hard on sneaking up on them on vacation.
Gene focused on him for a brief second.
“You know you could have saved yourself a ton of work and annoyance had you just told us you wanted to come to Puerto Rico. We wouldn’t have said no.”
What?
Was?
This?
Was he serious?
Damn.
Someone was in a good mood when them being there didn’t bother him at all.
“And you’re not annoyed?” Corbin asked.
Gene laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Oh, and with good reason.
So, since he was in Puerto Rico, and what happened here, stayed here, he was honest.
“Son, I just had the best sex of my life, and the man I love is headed this way. You couldn’t ruin my day if you had an asteroid hit me here and now.”
That was all he had to say.
Corbin looked around, and so did Will. That’s when they saw the other man walking toward them as he was wet.
And they got it.
Ethan was tan, and what he was wearing…
It left nothing to the imagination.
NOTHING.
In fact, it was pretty much see-through from being wet, and it showed the full-on outline of what junk was in that minuscule, swimming concoction.
“Oh, holy shit!” Corbin said. “Someone get him a towel or robe,” he stated. “Someone’s wet.”
Yes, yes, his man was.
Know who else was wet?
Gene.
His banana hammock had a wet spot, and he didn’t piss himself or go into the water.
Yet.
So he knew why he was wet, and it had everything to do with the incredibly tan man headed his way.
He’d been out in the sun for an hour as he played in the surf, teasing him with one hell of a show.
Gene got what he wanted.
Another erection.
Also, like Ethan had promised, it only took that hour in the sun and water to intensify his skin color. Already, he was darker.
It was a sight to be seen.
He was beautiful.
It wasn’t often that you got to watch a man that hot, walk out of the surf, and have every gay man, and woman, on the beach stare at him.
Not only was he tan, but his whole upper body was tattooed, and he was glistening from the water.
Yeah, nothing was ruining this day.
NOTHING.
“That’s why I’m in a good mood, Corbin. That is my bedmate, my sexy lust bunny—my hotter than the flames of Hell, lover. You couldn’t upset me with a bazooka today.”
Corbin could see why.
“Hey,” Ethan said, amused. He could have spent more time in the water, but he missed Gene, and he loved it when he got to counter-annoy Corbin.
“Jesus Christ,” Corbin said. “Mom, put some goddamn clothes on,” he muttered. “Your junk is right there. The whole world can see it. Where is your suit?”
Will laughed.
And Corbin looked horrified.
To prove a point, Gene pointed at him.
“Don’t listen to Corbin, EJ. I like you mostly naked. In fact, come sit in my lap. I know exactly what I want you sitting on, and my face is option two. Only, I can’t talk to them if you do that.”
Corbin gasped.
In.
HORROR.
That was like thinking about Alice and John having sex too. These men were like his siblings—no—surrogate parents.
“Gross! Stop that!” he said, truly horrified. Not only had his game been found out, but Gene was beyond open with his comments.
Back home, he was lowkey, but it was clear that the sun brought out the lechery in some people.
Holding out his hand, Gene waited for his man to take it. Then, Ethan sat in Gene’s lap, and the man just grinned.
Oh, if this pup thought that he was going to not just talk about sex all vacation, a vacation that he OPTED to interrupt, he was wrong.
He chose to play this game. Gene wasn’t toning it down to appease someone else. They got one vacation a year, and he was going to utilize it.
If Corbin was squeamish about sex, this was the WRONG place to be.
And turnabout was fair play.
But he’d ask Ethan what he wanted.
“EJ, are you at all bothered if I openly leer, sexually harass, and make dirty suggestions while we’re on vacation here?” he asked.
The man laughed.
“Uh, we didn’t pay all of this money to come here to go to church, Gene. I insist you sexually harass me. It’s my kink.”
And that was what he was going to do.
Bet on it.
“Well, Corby, there it is. My man wants me to rock out with my cock out, and that’s what he gets. My job as his partner is to make him happy—not you.”
Corbin sputtered.
When Gene kissed Ethan, there was no doubt that Corbin had fucked up.
He’d tried to game a pro, and now, there was no doubt that Gene was going to make Corbin vastly uncomfortable for trying to sneak up on them.
And Ethan was glad.
There was no way their vacation was being cockblocked.
It wasn’t happening.
As he sat on his lover’s lap, the kiss was so hot that even Will fanned himself.
“Well, that was a kiss,” he said. “I guess he showed you, Corby.”
The man just shook his head.
“I’m not watching this,” he said. “It’s worse than watching your parents make out.”
Gene laughed after breaking the kiss.
“Corby, what part of ‘I’m going on this vacation to spend all of my time fucking my man’ did I not state clearly before we left? When a person tells you something, if it’s not farfetched, you believe it. This is your own doing. You opted to pop into my beach fantasy. Later, it’s going to be wild.”
Corbin was NOT sticking around for that.
“Yeah, I don’t want to see that.”
Gene grinned.