The Pub
Interview and Dinner
Saturday Five P.M.
After dropping the cop off outside their hotel, they managed to slip in without anyone knowing. The media was still all over the memorial, that was ending in the next hour. For now, it was about getting changed and heading back out.
Gene’s plan was to get them to the pub before the memorial was over, so they could continue on with some privacy.
Why?
Gene wanted to do something romantic since Ethan had drawn him a heart on his cast.
Those rings were burning a hole in his pocket. So, while tonight’s dinner was a working one, they’d make sure to make it a fun one too.
All work and no play made Ethan and GeneVERYdull boys.
And no one wanted that.
NO.
ONE.
As they headed to the last interview of the night, Gene could smell Ethan’s cologne, and it gave him that warm, happy feeling in the pit of his belly.
Lust curled there, waking up that need he felt for him.
“You smell nice,” Gene admitted, parallel parking their ride on the street.
Ethan smiled at him.
“You smell nice too. In fact, I was just enjoying the scent of your cologne. It makes me happy,” he admitted.
That wasn’t the only thing he was contemplating.
Ethan had been sitting there thinking about Gene, and how only yesterday, he’d believed his running had destroyed them. Now, they were back in their rhythm, and all was right in their world.
Thankfully.
“Well, come on over here and give your man a kiss,” he said, leaning over to reach Ethan.
Without any hesitation, Ethan did, and while leaning over the console, his lips found Gene’s.
The kiss was the kind that gave you chills and grounded you all at the same time.
It was like coming home after a long night. While it might be getting dark and the snow was falling, it was a light in Ethan’s world.
Slowly, he broke the kiss, but his palm stayed on Gene’s scruffy cheek.
They stared into each other’s eyes.
“Want to bang out the interview, skip dinner, and head to the hotel where we can fornicate?” Ethan asked.
Gene laughed.
He hadn’t expected him to just go there from a kiss. Someone was making it easy for him.
“Oh, Mr. Blackhawk, normally, I’d say yes, but we need to eat something. You can go days without food. I can’t. We haven’t eaten since breakfast at the café.”
