Deep down, he expected his man to freak the fuck out. Gene was his first gay experience, and there was always a piece of him that worried he’d come to his senses and see that he was dating down.
Only, that didn’t happen.
Ethan shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m good with it. Callen and I…it’s complicated,” he admitted, knowing no truer words had ever been spoken.
That was for damn sure.
And that was the truest thing he’d ever said.
“Okay, EJ. Go shower. We’ll call and get the one rental picked up, and then head to your grandfather’s home,” he offered, not telling him what the older man had said about getting him out of here.
While he wanted open and honest talk between them, he also knew how prickly Ethan got when it came to his family.
Tonight was going to be stressful.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
At his suggestion, Ethan got out of his lap.
“And don’t let that cum escape,” Gene stated. “We’re not forgetting who owns you,” he stated.
Ethan kissed him, and did what he asked because ultimately, Gene was right.
He needed to be owned.
“I love you,” Ethan said, again, heading toward the bathroom.
When he was gone, Gene got up, zipped up, and headed to the front door.
He suspected there was a reason he hadn’t heard a truck engine.
So, Gene took a gamble.
When he exited the cabin, he saw a Native man, Ethan’s brother, standing by his truck as the flurries continued.
“Hey,” Callen said. “I came to check on my brother. I see you beat me to it.”
Gene nodded.
Heading his way, he held out his hand since they’d never been formally introduced.
“I’m Gene.”
Callen shook it.
“So, you’re the man who made my brother go gay. Never saw that coming. You win the award for most surprising thing ever to happen on this shithole reservation. There are going to be women everywhere pissed about that.”
Gene had bad news for everyone who thought Ethan would ever be going back to the ladies.
Not.
Happening.
