Chapter Five #3
“Come here,” Gene said, and Ethan didn’t hesitate. Instead, he moved right toward him, and into his bulkier body. That’s when Gene took control, giving Ethan time to hide in the silence.
He pulled his mouth to his, and feasted. In order to silence the demons, he had to give him all of him. There was no doubt that his mate needed to stop thinking and just feel.
That was what Gene could do for him.
In control, he devoured, forcing his partner to shut down all emotions so he could get back to level ground.
And the heat rose.
Together, they did battle for Ethan’s soul, and in that pain, they found love again.
It didn’t die.
It had just sunk to the bottom.
“Please,” Ethan whispered breathlessly. “Let me free,” he begged, hoping Gene would understand.
Instead of releasing him, he stared into his eyes. In them, he saw love, need, and how much he’d been struggling. There was no doubt that Ethan understood what Gene already knew. They were bound together by so much more than just the FBI.
They were mated.
And Gene was monogamous. He’d mate for life.
“Take what you need,” he offered, knowing that when Ethan was this lost, he needed a clear path back to himself again.
That was Gene.
At his offer, Ethan did just that. He put all of his faith in his man so that he could feel whole again.
There was no doubt that he needed to find his footing again. Oh, Ethan knew that he’d gotten damn lucky on this one. Not only had Gene saved his job, but he was saving him.
Again.
This was his hero.
With his hands on Gene’s hips, he wanted to get to his body as quickly as possible. So, he pulled off his man’s badge and tossed it onto the coffee table.
It landed right beside Ethan’s.
Gene didn’t just stand there. Instead, he grabbed the waistband of the man’s shorts.
Only, Ethan stopped him, realizing he’d been running for ninety minutes, and was a mess.
He should probably shower.
“I’m sweaty,” Ethan said, only to be cut off.
“I like you sweaty. I like the way you taste and feel. Don’t worry about that,” he reassured. “We’re just going to get sweaty regardless.”
Really, it didn’t matter.
It was warm in the cabin, and Gene had other priorities. He was fighting for his man’s life.
“Promise?” he asked.
Gene smiled.
“Promise.”
Well, then, he wouldn’t worry about some sweatiness. To be honest, Ethan understood. He knew when Gene was musky from working out that scent turned him on wildly. It was the scent of mate, and he craved it.
Dropping his lover’s jeans, Ethan pulled his boxers down and followed them to the floor.
As he stared up at Gene, he said one thing.
“I love you.”
In that moment, Gene’s heart kicked in his chest, overwhelmed by that feeling between them. It came so easily from his mouth that it made his heart happy.
The progress they’d made over the last year didn’t get wiped out over this whole mess after all.
That helped heal Gene too.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get to say anything back because Ethan was already giving him a blowjob. There was that glide into the heat, and how chills crisscrossed his body that froze his brain.
Yeah, his man was working his dick hard out of what felt like desperation.
Oh, and Gene understood that.
It appeared they were having make-up sex, of sorts, and that was exactly what they both needed.
To.
Heal.
Not only that, but they needed to reconnect, and that meant finding their way again.
Honestly, this was a good start. While Gene forgave him, he, too, was shaky.
This scared him to the point that he wanted to hold on harder. It rattled him to his core and made him want to be even more in control.
This changed him in a way he couldn’t explain.
He felt possessive.
Demanding.
And he only hoped he could keep that at bay.
Because Ethan’s choice to run…
There would be consequences, even if he wasn’t angry. He only hoped those choices didn’t destroy him.
As Ethan blew him, Gene stared up at the ceiling, trying to hold onto a semblance of control.
It wasn’t easy.
That fear of having to keep chasing Ethan had him by the balls.
And coincidentally, so did Ethan.
“More,” he demanded. “I need more, Ethan. I need all.”
And the man on his knees understood. There was a time to fight, and there was a time for forgiveness.
Ethan was right where he wanted to be.
On his knees.
Here, he felt in control. What had been missing was back, and now, he could breathe again. Gene reeled him in, giving him a chance to regulate that fight or flight instinct.
Here, he could hide in the calm.
And he would.
As he continued to blow him, Gene’s hand was knotted in his hair. Somehow, the hair tie disappeared and was replaced by that iron grip.
It was punishing.
It was controlling.
It said it all.
There would be ramifications because of what had happened, and only time would tell what they would be. What Ethan knew was that he’d accept them.
He had done the damage, and now he would do the work to heal it.
The whole time, the blowjob got rougher, and Ethan’s head was worked up and down Gene’s erection, proof that he was struggling too.
And Ethan submitted.
In that silence, he found peace and gave Gene time to find that same peace.
They might just make it. The whole time he was on his knees, he prayed that Gene would love him enough to fight for him.
He needed him.
As he choked on his erection, Gene moaned. His body was wracked with that control, and he loved it.
“I can’t go back,” he muttered. “This me is here to stay,” he warned.
Blackhawk knew that was his fault—if it could be called that. He knew that Gene was the most patient of men, and he’d broken that in him.
If this was his punishment, having a dominant lover, he was more than happy with that outcome.
He accepted it.
He reveled in it.
He owned it.
At his words, Ethan moaned and wanted to please him even more. Not only was it the olive branch, but it was the deepest craving in him.
He needed this.
He needed this guidance on the journey, and there was no one he trusted more than Gene.
As he slid his teeth up his erection, Gene broke, and that eruption was violent. That wave of cum exploded from him, choking Ethan as he was forced to swallow every drop. That heat and pent-up frustration filled his mouth and poured down his throat.
“Swallow all of me,” he ordered.
Oh, and he did.
Not a single, solitary drop escaped.
When the room stopped spinning, Gene focused on his man on his knees.
“Get naked. I need you.”
It was brusque and said with steel in his voice. There was no doubt that Gene wasn’t playing around.
So, Ethan didn’t hesitate. He only hoped his brother didn’t mind that he was about to fornicate on his couch. Because with Gene’s tone, it said one thing.
Someone was about to be punished.
Yeah, he’d apologize for putting his ass on the man’s leather furniture.
Not daring to say a word, Ethan was pulled to his feet to accomplish his task. He began peeling his wet, cold clothing off to get naked.
As he did, Gene unbuttoned his shirt and yanked up his boxers and pants. He planned on keeping the rest of his things on as much as he could. He wasn’t getting naked for a reason.
This was NOT their home.
It felt…disrespectful for him to defile it that way, but Ethan would be—in punishment.
Because that was coming.
Bet.
On.
It.
As Ethan stood before him naked as the day he was born, Gene sat down and stared up at him.
It was time.
At first, Ethan thought he was going to be riding him, but that went out the window when he was pulled down, roughly, and ended up across his lap.
Ass up.
Oh, holy shit.
Was he going to…?
Before he could say a word, he felt that first slap land on his cheek, and Gene wasn’t being gentle.
He gasped.
“You will not run from me ever again,” he said, punctuating each word with a sharp strike on his tan cheeks. “Am I crystal clear?” he asked.
Ethan was lost in a flurry of emotions.
The frontrunner was lust.
Jesus.
Christ.
No one had ever done this to him, including a parent when he was growing up. He was over his man’s lap, and being spanked.
Only, it didn’t horrify him.
Not.
Even.
Close.
“Oh, God,” he muttered, as his ass stung from the assault, but his body sang from the pleasure. This was a whole other experience, and Ethan never expected it.
Oh, he’d been slapped on the ass by his man more than once, but this wasn’t a random slap in passing. He was literally over his lap, like a petulant child.
Daddy was making a point.
As he was delivering his punishment, Gene could tell his lover was not hating it. Instead, he was flushed from head-to-toe as his ass bore the brunt of Gene’s anger.
So, he continued.
“We had an agreement. You are mine, and running is NOT permitted, Ethan. You will NEVER leave my side again. Am I clear?” he asked, landing one hell of a slap that made his lover buck in pleasure even as he shouted in pain.
Somehow, he managed to answer him.
“I won’t leave! I swear!” he said, his whole being in a different kind of spiral.
This one into the pleasure.
Oh, fuck.
This had been unexpected.
At his words, and the fact that Ethan was writhing in his lap, Gene was hard all over again. His dick was out, and Ethan was bucking against him as he took his punishment.
God.
This was definite torture for him. Gene would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it.
That was for sure.
Pulling him up, Ethan looked wild and feral as his body sang from what had just been done to him.
“Please fuck me,” he begged, as his body was pressed to Gene.
Gene was curious.
“Are you sorry for what you’ve done?” he asked, treating him like a child since he’d behaved like one. In their relationship, if he needed a Daddy, Ethan would get one.
But it wouldn’t be just during sex.
He’d run roughshod over the man, showing him what true control would mean. If that gave him peace and silence, so he could not behave like this again, Gene was more than willing to do that.
Bring.
It.
On.
As he was being touched, Ethan moaned.