That was exactly his hope going forward. Ethan wanted each holiday they spent to be filled with love, and every vacation to be filled with fun.
With lust.
With kinkiness.
Going forward, he wanted to make memories that would last them forever. There was no doubt that one day, when they retired or could, they’d marry.
That was the ultimate goal, outside of staying alive to see that happen.
This man was part of his heart, and always would be. He’d never loved anyone like this, and he didn’t think he’d be able to let this go.
EVER.
Blackhawk knew one thing for sure.
Gene was a treasure.
Taking his hand in his, Ethan held it as he simply stared into Gene’s eyes, and nothing had to be said.
That one look was more than anything needed to be uttered between them.
There was love.
There was lust.
There was connection.
They both felt it to their toes.
Immediately, Gene went there.
“Do you think we’d both fit in the bathroom together?” Gene asked, licking his very dry lips.
That was all he had to hear.
Ethan laughed.
“Nope. I’ll hit my head on the ceiling as I’m bouncing on your dick. Then, we’ll be heard, and people will know that we were fucking. I mean, I could give you one hell of a blowjob in there.”
That was all it took.
Oh, Jesus.
He was picturing it, and he felt…wet. There was definitely precum beading on the tip of his dick, and this man knew how to get him going.
“Thank you for this vacation,” Gene said. “You know, in case I somehow forget because I’m too busy taking you every chance I can.”
Ethan grinned.
That was the hope.
Only, since Gene was riled up, and he knew that because it was rare, he licked his lips—unless he was picturing a plentitude of perverted visions in his head—he needed to know.
Ethan had a question.
To keep the kinkiness going.
“Did I buy the smallestSpeedoknown to man?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the whiteSpeedohe’d not packed, but decided to carry on.
