That made Gene’s heart flutter.
Oh, he craved that.
One day, he’d make that happen.
Putting the cake on the back seat, out of Ethan’s reach, Gene got them on the road.
Luckily for them, it was a short trip to the hotel. Because Gene could feel his man staring at him in the darkness of the vehicle.
“You’re going to jump me, aren’t you?” Gene asked, hopefully.
There was no hesitation.
“Yep.”
He was curious.
“It’s going to be wild, isn’t it?”
Again, Gene got lucky.
“Yep.”
He sighed.
“I love my life,” he admitted. “Never let it be said that I’m not giddy with the prospect of the next fifty years with you.”
Ethan leaned over and teased the man’s earlobe as he drove. Then, he bit it, making him moan.
Jesus.
His dick was hard.
“I can’t wait to get older with you, Gene,” he whispered. “You’re sexy now, but I bet you’re going to make me crazy with how good you’re going to look when you’re older.”
Gene swallowed.
Ethan’s hand was on his chest, and he was working on the buttons of his shirt as he whispered dirty things in his ear.
“I can’t wait to see where this journey takes us,” he whispered. “Oh, and I can’t wait to ride your cock.”
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
Someone was absolutely turned on, and Gene was thanking the powers that be that his lover liked sex.
Ethan had his shirt unbuttoned, and he sighed.
He’d forgotten they were both in body armor they’d borrowed from the cop.
“Foiled again,” Ethan said, going back to the man’s ear. “I can’t wait to get to your actual body,” he said, biting him on the same hickey he had on his neck.
Sue him.
Ethan liked him marked up.
