It wasn’t like they were going to blow off work, but if he wanted to take a longer lunch to hook up with his man in a motel, or back in their resort, he was doing just that.
He could multitask, and to help save their vacation, and sanity, he’d do just that. He was the lead investigator, and Gene knew what was best for him and Ethan.
His profiler was exhausted from playing in the minds of the crazies, and Gene wouldALWAYSprioritize Ethan’s sanity over a case.
Without him, he couldn’t do his job, and there was no way he wanted to be out there rawdogging cases without the best profiler the FBI had.
“Thanks, Grey. The most important part is, did Gabe buy it? The last thing I want to deal with now is him up our asses.”
Oh, and he knew what he meant.
No one liked dealing with the Dragon Slayer.
“Yeah, he did. He didn’t ask any questions, so you should be good. Will he keep digging? He might. You know how he can be. You can’t really pull the wool over his eyes for long. One suspicion, and the ex-investigator in him will start sleuthing. You might have some time.”
Yeah, he knew at some point, he might look up Ethan’s supposed flight, and in that moment, they were boned good.
Maybe if Gene was lucky, the shit would hit the fan in DC, and Gabe would be busy withANYTHINGelse but their personal lives.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I might need you. We were just heading to the office. We’ll be out in the field most of the day. Please tell me you went to our place and got us provisions.”
Yes, yes, he had. Greyson had a key, like they had a key to his place.
Just.
In.
Case.
Mostly, it was in case Sasha got annoying, and he needed a place to hide where she wouldn’t look.
Desperate times called for desperate measures when you were dodging a woman.
“You know I did. I grabbed a suit or two for your love muffin, and some extra clothes for you. Who folds socks, Gene?” he asked, busting his ass.
It made him laugh.
How could it not?
“I don’t, but the love muffin is very organized, as you saw from our closet. If he wants to take care of me and fold my socks, and arrange all of his black clothing, so be it. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.”
He had a point.
Greyson was kind of envious of that. His closet was a mess because he had no one to do that for him. It was clear the two men took care of each other in and out of the field.
One day, Greyson only hoped he’d find someone who loved him like that.
And it wouldn’t be Sasha, or whatever her real name was.
“I will say that gratefully, I didn’t find your porn or toy stash,” Greyson joked. “So I didn’t have to wash my eyeballs with bleach.”
Har.
Har.
“Well, that’s because I brought them on our vacation. I’m not crazy. Have you seen my man? I’m bringing as many toys with me as possible, and that I can get past TSA without getting put on a watch list,” he admitted, sensing someone behind him.
When Ethan came out, he was wearing the cage, and it made Gene’s dick wake right up.
