But he didn’t care.
Not.
At.
All.
When Gene shoved him up, he moved him to the other arm of the couch and gave him what he wanted.
He shoved him over the edge, his hand wrapping around his neck, as he controlled him.
And he fucked him like he deserved.
Ethan was facing the kitchen, and he could see his brother watching him, and that only made it better. He loved an audience, and this one…
This was the one person he needed to know what was in him. In a way, he wanted Callen to see that he was okay.
“I love you,” Ethan shouted, as Gene fucked him.
That made Gene’s heart skip in his chest.
When Ethan locked eyes with his brother, there wasn’t disgust. That didn’t happen.
As he was taken, he watched his brother draw a heart on the window where his breath had fogged it up.
And then, he left.
Tears filled Ethan’s eyes and they were dripping onto the arm of the couch.
Gene saw the wetness, and it softened him.
While he knew that they had to walk through this storm together, he didn’t want Ethan to hurt any more than he wanted himself to hurt.
So, Gene pulled out, and yanked Ethan back down into his lap, sinking back into him.
They were facing each other now.
Wrapping his fingers around Ethan’s rock-hard erection, he stroked him.
The man moaned.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, as his head dropped back, and goosebumps crisscrossed his body.
“Tell me who now owns you,” Gene demanded.
Ethan shook.
“You. I love you,” he whispered, this time talking to Gene, and not his peeping brother. “You own all of me!” he shouted.
Gene was on the cusp, and he didn’t want to hold on.
“I’m cumming, EJ. You’d better be ready,” he said. “Or you’re going to dinner horny.”
That was all he had to hear.
Permission.
The orgasm erupted, and he came so hard. He came harder than he’d ever cum before, and that was saying a lot.
