Page 341 of Sticks and Stones
College was a free-for-all for Ethan, too, at times, and he wasn’t gay. He could only imagine what Gene was doing in his horny youth.
He wasn’t going to complain.
Someone had learned how to be an amazing lover, and Blackhawk wasn’t going to knock that.
EVER.
“What about you?” Gene asked, as they headed up to the fifth floor by way of the stairs.
Ethan glanced over.
“Me? In college?” he asked. “Was I sleeping around? Is that what you want to know?”
He nodded.
“For the most part, I was focused on studying. You know how hyper-focused I get on rising to the top. I wasn’t going to drop the ball when it came to my free education. As for sex…I had plenty of it.”
Gene grinned.
Why wasn’t he shocked?
Ethan was gorgeous and exotic with those sexy cheekbones, and midnight-blue eyes.
“A nerd?” he asked. “You, Mr. Blackhawk? I’m sure that drove the ladies crazy,” he teased.
Blackhawk was amused.
“Not a nerd, per se,” he offered.
Gene clued him in.
“A nerd uses‘per se’,” he admitted. “Just sayin’,” he joked.
That amused Ethan.
It was nice to be with a partner that didn’t feel threatened by his sexual past. Ethan had spent a lot of time trying to prove he was worthy.
Of what, he didn’t know.
“I knew that I had one chance out of that life,” he admitted. “At eighteen, I left, figured out how to do paperwork damn fast, and got into college. I finished in three years, and got the hell out. I had good grades, and I tested well for the FBI. Sex to me was about getting off and fulfilling those urges. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I’m not good at them.”
Gene let him talk, but his partner was damn wrong.
He was very good at relationships. They had a good one between them, and he didn’t give himself enough credit.
As usual.
“After college, I moved to DC, and started my life. Before this job, it was all about getting this job. Now, it’s all about keeping this job. I didn’t screw around in college because I knew if I failed, my life would be back on the rez.”
Gene was curious.
“How many people did you sleep with in college?” he asked.
Ethan laughed.
“You want a number?” he asked, pausing on the stairs in the stairwell. “Maybe twenty in four years. Like I said, I had one shot at this.”
Gene kept asking.
