Chapter Nine #3
He was going to cover himself in ink, and most of it would be significant of their relationship. He’d make them lowkey, so no one knew about them, but each and every tattoo would have its core based on this man.
HIS.
MAN.
“I’ll decide when we get home to Philly. Then, we’ll go together,” he stated.
That worked for him.
Ethan kissed him, and it caught Gene off guard. When he broke the kiss, he stared into his eyes.
“I love you. Thank you for giving me this.”
Gene smiled.
“My love,” he said, framing his face with his hands, “you’re giving me the bigger gift.
If someone doesn’t look at you and think that you’re a treasure, then they don’t belong in your life.
You’re an amazing man, and I can’t wait to explore with you.
You’re finding yourself, EJ, and that’s a beautiful journey. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
There he was again.
Gene was always making him feel good.
ALWAYS.
There was no doubt that Gene truly loved him, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for him. That was a gift in itself.
After he finished shaving him, both men got dressed. It was going to be a dress-down kind of a work week.
They didn’t have a lot of work clothes here. They each brought some dressier things, simply to cover their bases, but for the most part, it was jeans and a shirt for each of them. Their vacation plans had been to be naked, so...
Gabe could suck it.
“What will I be wearing out?” Ethan asked, as he was buttoning his shirt.
Gene looked over, recalling that the man had told him to decide if there would be work and play, or just work.
That was a no-brainer.
“Do you really want me to decide?” he asked. “Because I have something, but it’s brutal.”
He stood there, contemplating it.
Then, he decided.
“Yes, I want to wear it. I can handle it. Will it make you think about me all day?” he asked.
Gene laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Oh, that was an understatement.
For.
Sure.
“EJ, it’ll make me impossibly horny all day just knowing you’re in it, and that’s sadistic in itself for me, and you.”
He smiled, and the joy reached his eyes.
Once more, it befuddled Gene. How could he not want him?
That was crazy.
“I’ll do it,” he said, thankful he could ask for something, and Gene never rebuked him, or laughed at him, making him feel stupid.
He’d always get giddy and join in.
With a maniacal rub of his hands, and a wicked grin, Gene did a little dance all the way to the suitcase not far away.
Ethan laughed.
And there it was.
The joy.
“What is it?” Blackhawk asked.
Showing him as he held it in his hands, Gene held it out.
“It’s a cock cage. You lock in junior, and you can’t get hard all day. If you do, it’s not fun. It keeps your dick in that downward position, and owned. It’s a way of controlling a person when you can’t be hands-on.”
Immediately, Ethan’s dick was standing up.
Gene knew that this was going to be fun for both of them, but for different reasons.
“You’re going to have a long day,” he said, grinning. “I love this for you.”
Ethan loved it for him, too.
Really.
How could he not?
“How do we put it on?” he asked.
Gene explained it, and showed him, but he knew it wasn’t going on unless he came down from his aroused state.
Like literally.
“Go in the bathroom, away from me, and get yourself into it. You’ll look like you have an erection all day from the bump it’ll give you in your pants, but the opposite will be true.”
He took the device, and headed off to the bathroom, knowing that coming down was not going to be an easy task. He was holding a kinky little gadget, and desperately wanted to wear it.
For him.
For Gene.
When the bathroom door closed, Gene made some calls.
There was one person in particular that he wanted to speak to, and that was his friend.
When Greyson picked up, he was driving.
Gene could hear the car.
“Hey, it’s me.”
Greyson was just about to call him since he’d not heard anything from him since the body on the beach last night. In all honesty, it was a lot to mobilize, even if it was only one person.
“Hey! I’ll be there soon, and if anyone asks, Ethan touched down a while ago, and is already heading here. What a nice guy. He absolutely wants to work this case,” he said, joking around.
What?
He was confused.
Not about the Ethan part, but about the ‘Greyson heading there’ part.
The pause must have said it all since Greyson was compelled to explain.
“Yeah, you heard me. I’m outside the resort you’re staying in. I’ll be parking in a few minutes. Need a lift to the FBI building?”
Gene was surprised.
“Yes, but why are you here?”
He laughed.
“Well, the more the unmerrier. Gabe sent me. He said this office is a mess, and he wants me here. I suspect it’s because you and Blackhawk will be running amuck in Puerto Rico, and he trusts your asses about as far as he can chuck you. For my sake, use your best manners.”
Oh, well, no shock there.
Gene laughed.
“Oh, hell, no. I plan on using my worst manners, specifically on my sexy man. This is killing my vacation vibe, Greyson. So don’t get bitchy if we’re not giving it all we have and as hard as we normally go.
We’re both burning out, and the purpose of this trip was to recharge. Now, we’re not getting that.”
Greyson completely understood what he was saying.
“You just do what you need to do. I trust both of you to micromanage your days, and get shit done. I understand the burnout part. Try to sneak in some vacation when you can. I won’t say shit to Gabe, and I’m here to back you up.”
Thank God for that.
Because seriously, neither man was going to be at the top of their game if they didn’t get some downtime from being Feds.
People who didn’t take time off burned out quicker, and no one wanted that.
As for Gabe not knowing…
It wasn’t like they were going to blow off work, but if he wanted to take a longer lunch to hook up with his man in a motel, or back in their resort, he was doing just that.
He could multitask, and to help save their vacation, and sanity, he’d do just that. He was the lead investigator, and Gene knew what was best for him and Ethan.
His profiler was exhausted from playing in the minds of the crazies, and Gene would ALWAYS prioritize Ethan’s sanity over a case.
Without him, he couldn’t do his job, and there was no way he wanted to be out there rawdogging cases without the best profiler the FBI had.
“Thanks, Grey. The most important part is, did Gabe buy it? The last thing I want to deal with now is him up our asses.”
Oh, and he knew what he meant.
No one liked dealing with the Dragon Slayer.
“Yeah, he did. He didn’t ask any questions, so you should be good. Will he keep digging? He might. You know how he can be. You can’t really pull the wool over his eyes for long. One suspicion, and the ex-investigator in him will start sleuthing. You might have some time.”
Yeah, he knew at some point, he might look up Ethan’s supposed flight, and in that moment, they were boned good.
Maybe if Gene was lucky, the shit would hit the fan in DC, and Gabe would be busy with ANYTHING else but their personal lives.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I might need you. We were just heading to the office. We’ll be out in the field most of the day. Please tell me you went to our place and got us provisions.”
Yes, yes, he had. Greyson had a key, like they had a key to his place.
Just.
In.
Case.
Mostly, it was in case Sasha got annoying, and he needed a place to hide where she wouldn’t look.
Desperate times called for desperate measures when you were dodging a woman.
“You know I did. I grabbed a suit or two for your love muffin, and some extra clothes for you. Who folds socks, Gene?” he asked, busting his ass.
It made him laugh.
How could it not?
“I don’t, but the love muffin is very organized, as you saw from our closet. If he wants to take care of me and fold my socks, and arrange all of his black clothing, so be it. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.”
He had a point.
Greyson was kind of envious of that. His closet was a mess because he had no one to do that for him. It was clear the two men took care of each other in and out of the field.
One day, Greyson only hoped he’d find someone who loved him like that.
And it wouldn’t be Sasha, or whatever her real name was.
“I will say that gratefully, I didn’t find your porn or toy stash,” Greyson joked. “So I didn’t have to wash my eyeballs with bleach.”
Har.
Har.
“Well, that’s because I brought them on our vacation. I’m not crazy. Have you seen my man? I’m bringing as many toys with me as possible, and that I can get past TSA without getting put on a watch list,” he admitted, sensing someone behind him.
When Ethan came out, he was wearing the cage, and it made Gene’s dick wake right up.
Holy shit.
That was one hell of a sight to be seen. Gene just swallowed and stared at his lover wearing the cage, his pants down low on his hips, showing off his sexy hip-flexor muscles.
That was a view.
Screw the beach.
This was hot.
“Hey! Did I lose you?” Greyson asked, when the call went silent.
Somehow, he managed to find the words again, and it wasn’t easy.
“No, I’m here. Sorry about that. I was tying my shoes,” he admitted.
Only, Gene didn’t have shoes on yet. It was a good thing the man couldn’t see that.
Or the sexiness going on in front of him.
“Well, I got both of your guns, and I even brought Corbin’s. I’m not sure if he was going to be helping you or not. I figured he’d be up your ass since he snuck on the flight.”
Yeah, Corbin was NOT getting a gun back yet. After last night, he wasn’t ready yet.
“Well, he’s shitty at espionage, so let’s leave that at that, and you keep the gun. He won’t need it. We’ll meet you out front for that ride, and thanks for the lift,” he said, wanting to get off of that call as soon as possible.
Greyson didn’t mind.
“You can use the car today while you’re out and about. The FBI rented it.”
That he appreciated.