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He stared at him, and he wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. Gene also wasn’t sure he’d have a problem letting her if it meant he could have one more moment with Ethan.
God.
He was fucked in so many ways, but not the right one.
“I’m serious. Come on. It’s cuddle time,” he said, knowing Gene was a sucker for it.
He took a chance.
“You’d better be right. If she kills me, I’m haunting your home forever, and I’m talking slamming doors and poltergeist shit.”
He snorted.
“Boxers. Bed. Hustle.”
Blackhawk was keeping this light for a reason. Gene was fragile, especially after Preston’s death, but now with the Tommy situation…he needed the humor.
“Close your eyes,” Gene said.
Ethan stared at him.
“Gene. I’ve seen your dick. I know which way you lean, and I’ve given you head. Just drop the towel and get some boxers on.”
He found his underwear, and did just that.
Gene dropped the towel, and he pulled on his boxers. The whole time, Ethan’s gaze never left his face.
Thank fucking God.
Why?
Because he had an erection.
Climbing onto the bed, he waited for Ethan to slide down, and then, he rested his head on Ethan’s shoulder to cuddle.
They’d slept like this a lot, switching positions on occasion.
It was a nice place to be.
Holy Hell’s bells.
He smelled good.
“The same cologne?” he asked, noticing now that his face was right near his neck and chest.
“Yes. I’m consistent if nothing. Native in the forest. It’s my thing.”
Gene craved that too.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. This was comforting in a way he couldn’t explain. This moment was so vital to him because he was weak and struggling.
“Are you going to be okay?” Ethan asked as he let the man lean on him.
He nodded.
Yeah, that was a lie.
A huge one.
