Page 306 of Sticks and Stones
No matter what, he needed to protect his partner. That meant that Gene had to get them home.
As he backed out of the parking space, he made it to the road. At that time of the night, no one was around, and that made him feel a little better about driving in this condition.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
The other thing he was grateful for was that they didn’t live that far from the hotel.
As he focused on driving, Ethan was leaning toward him as he tried to run his fingers all over Gene’s body.
He had his shirt pulled out of his pants, and his one nipple out.
And he was tormenting him with his mouth.
“EJ, we’ll die. Stop, please,” he begged, as the man’s fingers went to his crotch, and he dropped the zipper of his pants.
Oh, shit!
He couldn’t hold on, and he couldn’t stop him. Gene was fighting the drug with all that he had.
When his lover’s head went into his lap, and he began blowing him, Gene had to pull over, so they didn’t have an accident.
How would he explain the state of their bodies?
They looked like they’d been mauled by a band of horny suction cups. The only place where he didn’t have a hickey was his face.
Thank god.
As Ethan blew him, his hips inadvertently moved, and his body reacted to the blowjob.
He shouldn’t want one.
But he did.
God.
He wanted ten more.
When his fingers slipped into his hair, he forced Ethan’s head down his dick, choking him.
It was when he bit him that he came.
Gene was pretty sure he was empty, and there wasn’t an ounce of cum to be found, but his lover had proved him wrong.
“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, trying to climb into his lap.
It was when they heard the tap on the window, that Gene knew they were fucked.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
And now, they had a whole other slew of problems. Ethan was in his lap, he was dick out, and they were both high on a drug that technically didn’t exist.
