“Do you think he’s staying on our couch?”
Blackhawk laughed.
“No, because I know you. You’re absolutely kicking him out to go home with his husband. Working with him all day, and then staring at him on our couch…one of you will get chucked off the balcony, and I know your patience level.”
He snorted.
“You got me there. I love the goblin, but I miss having incredibly kinky, dirty, and borderline foul sex with my man in our condo. I haven’t been able to bend you over the kitchen counter in a few weeks. A guy likes a pre-coffee workout.”
Well, there were no lies there.
Gene absolutely did like that, and so did Ethan.
When Kiki came back to the table, Gene ordered cake.
To go.
“Thank God,” Ethan admitted. “I absolutely can’t eat cake now.”
Gene wiggled his eyebrows.
“I was thinking you, me, naked in bed, and dessert after the fact. At some point, I’m getting my man naked, and we’re absolutely doing kinky, dirty, and borderline foul things,” he said, reiterating what he’d just said.
Blackhawk leaned on the table, his chin in his hand.
“Oh, intriguing. Is that tonight’s plan?” Ethan asked. “Asking for a man who is absolutely willing to roll around with his man in bed.”
Gene grinned.
“Well, then, that’s what we’re going to do. Want to go back, shut this off for a while, and just be a couple?” he asked. “We can research later.”
Absolutely.
Ethan wanted that.
Before Gene, he’d work long hours into the night, but now that he found love, and his person, he enjoyed putting work away to have a life.
With him.
“Deal,” he said, kicking back his wine.
Gene pulled cash from his wallet and got Kiki’s attention. She took the money, and Gene grabbed the cake box.
“Ohhh, let me see the dessert.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
“NOPE. I’m dessert. Cake is just the afterthought. There’s no way I’m letting you have cake before me. Cum first. Cake later.”
Ethan laughed.
Getting up, they headed out, and as they reached the door, Ethan dropped his man’s hand, just in case they were walking out into a media free-for-all.
Pleasantly, they were not.
When he could see that they were in the clear, he slipped it back into his, and gave him a squeeze.
“I can’t wait to be able to hold your hand all of the time,” Ethan admitted.
