Chapter Seven #3
“Get dressed,” Gene said, stepping back as his body nearly betrayed him. Watching Ethan made him want to cum too.
He wasn’t the only one suffering.
“Let’s go out there,” he said, as soon as they were both put back together.
Later, he’d clean their toys, but for now, he needed to get something done before bed because there was no doubt in his mind neither of them was sleeping tonight.
He was going to have to run on fumes tomorrow, but when his tank was filled with Ethan, he was good with that.
Screw sleep.
He’d do that when he was dead.
As they headed out, Corbin was sitting on the couch, and he had the laptop that Agent Mayfield had gotten Gene back at the scene.
It was clear that he remembered Ethan’s login because he was able to get access to the man’s desktop.
“Hey, what took you so long?” Corbin asked, amused. “Were you having fun?”
Gene sat down, and Ethan went to sit beside him, but he had a giant vibrating dick in his ass. It wasn’t an easy task because it shoved it further into him, and it was already hitting that one spot.
Because he didn’t care what the man thought, or said, he actually answered him.
Again, they were on vacation—and vacation rules applied.
“That’s going to be later when you leave,” Gene admitted, not even pretending. He had an erection, and Corbin wasn’t stupid.
He had the kind of radar kids had when they would interrupt their parents when they were having sex.
“I thought we were working.”
Gene shut that down.
“We’re working, but again, Ethan and I are not sacrificing our vacation to you, or to work. Again, we deserve some downtime. The case will get handled, but we’re not feeling guilty for taking time for ourselves. This isn’t us working full-time back home. It’s different rules.”
Well, that said it all.
As Gene said that, Corbin was watching Ethan, and smiling.
Oh, Gene really wished the man would stop being annoying. It was about all he could take right now. It was also killing his vibe.
“You look uncomfortable,” he admitted.
Will slapped him on the arm.
“Don’t.”
Only, Ethan was uncomfortable. Glancing over at his partner, he stared into his eyes.
“I can’t.”
That was all he had to hear.
“Okay, Baby,” he said, going to get up, but instead, the man moved, and Gene found Ethan sitting in his lap, so he could be closer, and sitting on something…ironically, softer.
And it really wasn’t.
He had the mother of erections.
Because they had said they would, it was time to think about work to get situated for tomorrow.
“Corbin, you have one hour to work, and then, you’re out of here. I have a very horny Native man in my lap, and at ten at night, this pumpkin turns into a pervert,” he admitted, meaning him.
The man just rolled his eyes.
These two were always going at it. Then again, he remembered when he and Will were the same.
And he missed it.
“I started researching on the laptop. I used your login credentials,” he offered. “I figured the media would have any information we might need to get started. I’ll go to the police station in the morning. Don’t forget to clear the way for me.”
He would.
He didn’t have to worry about that. Gene could multitask—more or less.
Now, not so much.
What was torturous was that the end of the dick in Ethan’s ass was pressed to Gene’s junk, and he was getting vibed too.
And he suspected that was the point.
Well, the more the merrier.
As they sat there, Corbin continued talking. He was going on about something.
“Wait. What did you say?” Gene asked, as Ethan was doing something particularly wicked with his earlobe. Someone was NOT working.
And that someone was Ethan.
He also didn’t care that they weren’t alone in the room. That set the pace for tonight, for sure.
Well, technically, in his defense, he was working on making Gene crazy.
Corbin repeated himself without busting their ass because he really wanted to get done and out of there. Watching the PDA was difficult.
“We have another death that matches this one. A local cop was found not far away on another beach. He died a week ago.”
That was interesting.
A Fed.
A cop.
Gene needed more.
“What was his name?” he asked, trying to focus, but now, the filthiest things were being whispered into his ear, and he wanted to do all of them.
Corbin rattled it off.
“Detective Aaron Figueroa,” he offered. “The media just has that he washed ashore, and that’s it, but hella suspicious. The details are slim if none.”
Gene was trying to think, but Ethan was making it difficult.
Damn.
Difficult.
“Anyone else?” he asked.
The man kept searching, and the whole time, Will was curious.
“Is he okay?” he asked, intently watching the interaction. Normally, Ethan was reserved. He’d hold Gene’s hand, or be thigh-to-thigh with him, but the man was in his lap, and definitely not paying attention to them.
Gene just laughed.
“No, he’s anything but okay. I upped the weight on the nipple clamps,” he said. “Show the nice guests, Tala,” he ordered, hoping it would freak Corbin out and he’d haul ass out of there.
They could research when the sun came up. Now, all Gene wanted was for Ethan to go down.
ON HIM.
At Gene’s command, Ethan stopped what he was doing, and lifted his shirt. Both men looked, and Corbin whistled.
“They look heavy.”
Oh, they were.
And Ethan never wanted this feeling to end. His whole body was tingling. With each movement he made, they swayed, pulling his aroused nipples down to punish them.
He was moving intentionally to stay turned on like he was. Yeah, Ethan was going to go wild once he was set free.
IF he was set free.
A part of him wanted Gene to keep tormenting him to see how much he could take.
“Uh, what’s that around his waist?” Corbin asked, catching the little gold embellishment sticking out over the waistband of his jeans.
Will knew.
So, he told him.
“It’s a chastity belt.”
As soon as he said that, his boyfriend looked over as if he’d misheard him.
“To keep him from having sex? That kind of chastity belt?” he asked, not the least bit worried about discussing it.
Gene had told them they weren’t hiding jack shit on vacation, and he had to learn somehow.
Right?
Watching Ethan, Gene saw that the fact that they were talking about him like he wasn’t even there was turning him on even more. He was back to his ear, and he heard him loud and clear.
“I’m so horny that I’d let you fuck me in this room right now. I love how I’m nothing more than your fuck toy to display.”
God.
He needed to get them out of here.
IMMEDIATELY.
The idea that Ethan wanted to be his arm candy, and plaything, was so hot.
There were public places where he could make that fantasy come true.
“Anymore?” he asked, wanting to hurry this along. There was a lit firecracker in his lap, and he wanted to be in another room when it exploded.
Or he exploded.
Corbin couldn’t leave well enough alone.
“I’m curious, and I need to learn. What’s that thing doing? Did you finally find a way to be able to keep your hands off the poor man?” he asked. “Asking for a man who has to get familiar fast so I can use it on my man,” he stated.
Will could see that Gene and Ethan weren’t offended by them talking about it, so he answered for him.
“It’s not to keep people out, Babe,” Will said. “It’s to keep something in,” he offered, giving him the look. “Think about it, Corby. Where could Ethan be hiding something?”
Finally, he got it.
“Ohhhhhh. And it’s just in there…?”
Will nodded.
Only, now, he had more questions.
“Have you worn one?” he asked Will, focused on him for now.
Only, the man hesitated before answering his question. The last thing he wanted was a fight.
Corbin saw it on his face.
“I won’t be angry. I’m legit trying to learn,” he stated. “That’s all. Gene is the head pervert, and I suspect he has a well of vast knowledge.”
Oh, he did.
That was for sure.
Corbin knew that his man liked REALLY wild, so he was going to have to learn. He was a novice, and now, he had to find his way into the kink, while not having sex himself.
It was going to be interesting.
That was for sure.
Gene cleared his throat.
“Anyone else found dead who matches those two victims?” he asked again, as Ethan was being incredibly dirty as he whispered in his ear.
What did a man have to do to get this done? Gene wanted to visit the land of debauchery and fuckery.
SOON.
They got the hint.
Immediately, Corbin went back to researching, and as he did, Will was focused on Ethan.
Been there.
Felt like that.
“How big is it?” he asked, knowing the man would know what he meant.
Gene lifted a brow.
“Are we really going to do this?” he asked. “Seriously?”
Will laughed.
“You said don’t ask shit if we didn’t want to know, and I kinda want to know. I’m not judging. This is pure curiosity. I mean, he’s grinding in your lap, and I’ve been there. I’m going to say at least twelve inches.”
Gene said nothing, but Ethan held out his hands to show him, and when Will saw the width and length, he gasped.
“Oh, someone is definitely happy as he’s being trained.”
Gene had fallen down the rabbit hole, but then again, Corbin and Will lived with them.
Surely, they knew he was a pervert.
Because he was.
“I found something,” Corbin said, but then went there. “Is it vibrating?” he asked. “Because I can’t hear anything.”
Oh, he couldn’t hear it, but Ethan could feel it. In fact, he was just trying to breathe through it. His body was alive, and all he wanted to do was bounce on this man’s dick.
Was that so much to ask?
Could no one be embarrassed enough to run from there to their own room?
Because Ethan was purposely doing what he was doing, not only because he couldn’t stop, but to move them along.
SOON.
After he said that, Gene tried to get him to tell them so they could move this along.
Ethan wanted him to take him on the coffee table, and that was starting to sound like a good idea.
He had zero impulse control.
“What did you find?” Gene asked.
Corbin just stared at him.