Chapter Ten
Saturday
Early Morning
The Hotel
When Ethan woke up, it was to fingers wrapped around his dick, slowly jerking him off. Oh, and it had been a common thing the last three hours. Gene had awoken him up one other time, punishing him.
Because of that night of torment, Ethan Blackhawk was a hot mess.
There was cum dried to his whole upper body, in his hair, and even on his chin. He’d been orally assaulted repeatedly, forced to blow his man, and then sprayed with cum.
And it was punishment.
Punishment that he deserved.
And wanted.
Now, his lover was abusing his erection, while biting on his one nipple.
“Oh, God,” Ethan whispered. “Please,” he begged.
Gene didn’t let up.
He couldn’t.
There was a part of him that was scared, and he needed to ensure that he never lost Ethan again. His whole world had flipped upside down, and he didn’t want to feel that way.
At one point, he’d believed he would be okay, but last night…it rattled him again.
“You’re just lucky that I didn’t bring sex toys, or I’d be punishing you all day that way too,” he stated.
Ethan’s body bucked.
Truth be told, he was beyond punished, and he was dehydrated and empty.
There was surely not a drop of cum left in him. The well was completely dry.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “God! I can’t!”
Gene didn’t believe that for a second.
Why?
Because he still had cum in him. If he could cum again, Ethan would be cumming again, even if he was dry cumming. Either way, he was winning this battle.
Bet.
On.
It.
Moving, to prove his point, he pulled his hips over his body, and he slipped into Ethan’s ass. The deposited cum acted as lubrication.
And he fucked him hard.
The whole time, Ethan’s dick screamed in pleasure and pain as he was fucked the hardest that he’d ever been before. Gene went hard, but this…
This was him angry.
As Ethan’s balls tried to slip into his sack, Gene grabbed them and tugged unmercifully at them.
“Please,” he begged.
Only, Gene didn’t stop.
He loved seeing his man dirty and covered in cum. He also loved seeing him restrained to their bed.
“I love your ass,” he muttered. “I’m going to fill it for the day. Make sure it stays in there, or I will find something super big to plug it!” he stated.
That turned Ethan on, and with the ass pounding, and his dick being abused, he had no choice.
He.
Was.
There.
Oh, and Gene must have noticed it.
“Cum for daddy!” Gene ordered, his own balls about to betray him.
Well, he did just that.
And it was the most painful explosion he’d ever had in his life. That forced cumming stole his breath, and it didn’t help that Gene didn’t let up on his balls as he drove into him so hard that he was going to feel it for a week.
But the orgasm overtook him, and when the fucking let up, he drifted in the pleasure.
When he opened his eyes, Gene was jerking off all over his body.
It was a truly sexy sight. So much so, that Ethan whimpered.
And nothing was said.
At first.
“You should shower,” Gene offered, climbing out of bed. “We have a long day ahead of us.”
Uh-oh.
Gene went from desperate to chilly, and that didn’t bode well for their relationship. Ethan could run away or run toward.
Well, this was going to be an interesting experience.
He ran toward the problem—full speed ahead.
His man was off, and there was only one possibility as to why that was happening.
Ethan took a stab at it.
“You heard him,” he said. “Didn’t you?” he asked, knowing Gene would know who he was referring to as ‘him’. It was time to talk about the big, pink, illicit elephant in the room.
His brother’s comments.
As he was getting out of bed, Gene paused. Then, he went back to what he’d been doing.
“Yeah, I heard him,” he stated, unlocking the cuffs, and leaving Ethan there. “I wish I hadn’t,” he admitted.
Then, Gene headed into the shower to get cleaned up so that the day could begin.
From bed, Ethan watched him leave.
This didn’t feel good, and the last thing he wanted was Gene upset.
What Callen had said…
It didn’t matter to him.
Oh, it mattered, but it wasn’t something Gene needed to worry about. Ethan wasn’t staying here, and he wasn’t coming back.
He was staying with Gene.
The love of his life.
Despite their youth, and what Ethan might or might not feel for Callen, as his brother or otherwise, his mind had already been made up.
He made his choice.
Getting out of bed, his ass hurt, his cheeks stung, and he checked them out in the mirror.
They were still bright red.
And there was no doubt in his mind that he probably deserved it for running his sweet man through the wringer over all of this.
It wasn’t fair to throw his trauma at Gene, making him carry it, or deal with it.
Now, he’d make amends.
Going into the shower, he found Gene trying to clean up, but he was struggling. When he didn’t even acknowledge his presence there, Ethan knew it was bad.
Real.
Bad.
So, it was time to end his worries. If he could go back in time, he’d make Gene stay in the car.
But since he couldn’t do that, he could be compassionate and understanding.
“I’m not leaving you for him,” he stated. “The bottom line, Gene, is that he’s my brother. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me. Unless it’s me punching him in the face.”
Gene didn’t look at him.
He couldn’t.
A part of him was screaming that fear was ridiculous, but he’d run home to Callen.
Not.
Him.
That had to mean something, right? That had to be problematic.
“Would you have consummated a relationship with him when you were younger, had you known then what you know now? When you were single?”
Well, shit.
This was a delicate dance around something taboo and kept locked in the shadows.
But the bottom line was this.
He’d always known.
There was always a piece of him that understood that connection between him and Callen. He just never thought it was that.
“I don’t know if I can accurately answer that,” he stated.
“I’m a pervert on a good day, and so is he.
Maybe. We were so alone at the time and fighting against everything but each other.
Possibly. I won’t lie to you and say no, because I simply don’t know.
Ethan then, and Ethan now are two different animals. ”
Gene kept showering.
And not looking at him.
That hurt Ethan, but he’d helped create this mess by coming here and not staying in DC for Gene to find him.
Finally, Gene spoke.
“I can’t compete with him. I know how much you love him. I can’t lie either, EJ. That scares me.”
Ethan didn’t know what to say.
Honestly, there was no competition. He loved Gene so much that he couldn’t comprehend loving anyone else.
Did he have feelings for Callen?
Yes.
Would he act on them?
No.
Instead, he’d bury them, and hopefully, twenty years from now, if he was married to Gene and happy, he could head home to deal with it then.
Because now, he wasn’t equipped. That he wasn’t horrified and disgusted told him plenty.
He did have feelings for Callen.
Moving closer, Ethan was curious.
“Why do you have to compete with him? I won’t ever leave you.”
Gene looked over.
“You left me once. It could happen again. Not only did you leave me, but you ran home to him. Now that I know what is between you both, that terrifies me.”
Ethan moved into the shower and wrapped his body around Gene’s holding him.
Now, he was trying to reassure him.
“It won’t happen again. How do I prove it won’t? How do I make you feel more secure?” he asked. “Tell me how to make this better so you feel safe, because I feel safe. We should both feel that.”
Gene was direct.
“I don’t want to be your boyfriend.”
At his words, Ethan froze.
They stung, and he couldn’t pretend otherwise. If he lost Gene because of Callen’s drunken confessional, Ethan would be lost.
Already, he felt the best thing in his life slipping away.
“Oh,” he said, not moving.
Truthfully, he was afraid to do that. What if he let Gene go, and he never let him hold him like this again?
What if he walked away?
Now, he knew how the man felt, and it was soul-crushing to know he’d felt this pain.
After saying that, Gene knew that he needed to explain. So, he lifted his chin so they were staring into each other’s eyes.
“I know we can’t get married. I know we can’t make that move for a long time, but I want more, Ethan. I want a promise. I want to know we’re together until we die.”
Ethan stared at him.
“Okay. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to tell me you’ll marry me, so that one day, I know it’ll happen.
I want to be your husband one day, and I don’t want to feel like you could just leave.
I need a vow. A promise. An investment in us.
I can’t survive if I wonder daily if this is just something to fill your time out of boredom, and then one day, you’ll disappear and run again. ”
Oh, boy.
Ethan had done some damage.
BIG-TIME.
His freakout had put a dent in the normally, indestructible titanium armor that covered Gene.
This was the proof.
“Gene.”
He stopped him.
“I’m sorry. I have needs too. I can’t live like this, Ethan. You’re my person. I’m willing to not get married until you get to your goal, but I have goals too. I have things that are on my list, too. I can’t pretend they aren’t.”
He said nothing.
Why?
It was clear that Gene needed to get this off of his chest, and it wasn’t lost on Ethan that Gene ALWAYS let him talk.
“I don’t have the same ambitions as you, but the ones I do have still matter. They matter to me. Your grandfather told me that we were going to marry one day, and have kids. I want that. I need a guarantee.”
Ethan touched his face.