Chapter Seven #4
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, knowing what the man was waiting for, and he was pretty sure he was batshit insane.
“Information for information,” he finally said. “You know…you tell us, and I’ll tell you.”
Gene sighed.
He knew Corbin. There was no way he was going to stop asking questions. Once the Crotch Goblin got the hint of something going on, curiosity tended to kill the Corby.
So, he gave up.
“Yes, it’s vibrating. So can you pick up the pace? I’d like to get him out of his clothing and into his body before I’m ninety, Yenta. Go watch some porn if you want to learn. You’re killing my vibe.”
Corbin laughed.
And ignored him.
“So you know about these things,” he said to Will. “Can you teach me?” he asked. “You know, so I can do that to you? Because Ethan looks very happy.”
Oh, he was.
He’d be happier if they were alone because Ethan wanted to give Gene a blowjob in the worst way.
Will smiled.
“Absolutely. There has to be a shop on the island. Want to go shopping tomorrow?” Will asked. “I’ll show you how to get me like that,” he said, pointing at Ethan. “It’s pretty much the same way. Most bottoms like something in their ass.”
Gene couldn’t believe this.
They’d fallen deeper down the rabbit hole, and it was the one where the two men were no longer embarrassed by mom and dad fucking, and instead were curious.
It.
Was.
Weird.
“Anyone else?” he asked, again. If he had to ask one more time, he was kicking them out, and taking his man.
Screw it.
He wanted him, and he couldn’t think straight.
Hearing the tone in his voice, he knew Gene wasn’t kidding, so Corbin told him.
“Yeah, a local businessman was also found dead. He owned a restaurant on the beach, and he turned up there, definitely not breathing.”
Gene waited.
The man knew how to research, and he doubted that he’d forgotten how to report to him.
“It was two weeks ago, and his name was Jaden Mendin,” he offered. “That’s all I’ve been able to locate about bodies found on beaches. All three locations are relatively close to each other, too,” he admitted. “The media didn’t report CODs, so…”
Well, tomorrow, Corbin had another duty.
“Before you go looking for sex toys, and I don’t want to know what you buy, hit the morgue, and ask questions after the Homicide Division, Corbin. I mean it though, be focused. You know what happens when you miss a step.”
Oh, he did.
He hoped Gene took his own advice because he was anything but focused on a case.
Gene wasn’t done.
“Prove to me that you deserve that position as liaison to the FBI.”
Yeah, well, he would.
Bet.
On.
It.
“Got it, cranky,” he stated.
Well, Corbin would be cranky too if he was experiencing what Gene was. Ethan was being incredibly out of control, and he wasn’t backing down.
Someone wanted sex.
ASAP.
“Okay, so we’ll hit the police station and the morgue up,” Corbin offered. “Can I flash my badge?” he asked. “It does say that I work with you guys. That might make it easier in case you forget to clear the way.”
Honestly, Gene didn’t care either way at this point. The man could bribe them with circus peanuts and fake Monopoly money for all he cared.
“I told you that I’d call ahead in the morning,” he said. “You should have no problem, but feel free. You don’t have a gun, so don’t do anything ridiculous like chase someone down, Corbin. Remember, we don’t risk our lives anymore, and your partner in this isn’t a cop. He’s an attorney.”
Will was very vocal about that.
Oh, and with good reason.
“He’s not chasing jack shit down,” he stated. “You can trust me to make sure of that. I’m not reliving this again where my man almost dies and I lose him. Corbin will be babysat the entire time.”
The man they were talking about laughed.
“I’m sitting right here,” he stated.
Yeah, and that was too close to him and Ethan. They needed to go because any plans to talk through this case went out the window with a horny Native who uttered the word ‘Master’ before.
Gene was fixated on that, and Ethan’s desire to be tortured.
“I have an idea. How about you leave?” Gene asked, as Ethan was now straddling his lap on the couch. “Because he’s about three minutes from naked, and unless you want to see what we like, I’d leave.”
Corbin busted his ass.
“I mean, I like to learn. Curiosity killed the Corby,” he joked.
Gene stared at him.
“Corbin, GO. I’m not above getting mean. I’m a bear, and that doesn’t only mean big and likes skinnier men. That means I’ll maul you if you get too mouthy.”
He took that as his cue.
Holding out his hand, he took Will’s, and they walked toward the door.
As they were heading there, they continued to discuss the situation like the two men couldn’t hear them.
They could.
“I need you to explain that chastity belt to me,” he stated. “There’s no way Gene is going to let me see it. Ethan might, but the grumpy man won’t.”
Will laughed.
“He’d kill you first. Ethan’s dick would be out the front, and he’s not a sharer. I’ll just go shopping with you, and we can have me try it on for you.”
That worked for Corbin.
Maybe he could pull this off.
“Night, Mom and Dad. Don’t do anything illegal,” he joked.
Then, they were gone.
Oh, he was absolutely going to do so many illegal things.
Gene heard the door shut, and that’s when Ethan lost total control. He pulled off his shirt, and stayed on Gene’s lap. The whole time, the nipple weights swung back and forth, and he ground against his dick.
“I need you,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me like I’m a stranger.”
Gene swallowed, and his balls tucked up into his body at the visual in his head.
Gene fucked strangers like he’d never seen them again. When he was doing that, there was no finesse. It was rough, raw, and dirty.
It was no-holds-barred, and it was borderline assault. Some men just liked a rough hookup, and he was one of them.
Apparently, Ethan was another.
Yeah, tonight, they might as well enjoy it. Tomorrow would likely suck.
How did he know?
Well, because that was just his luck.