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Since they had time…
Gene was curious. Since the hooker fiasco, as he was calling it, Gene wanted to know more about what was in Ethan’s head.
Or his libido.
“Why do you like a bear?” he inquired. “Is it really the cuddle factor, like your new friends the strippers said or is there more?” he asked curiously. “Asking because I want to make sure I keep my man interested.”
Ethan had been digging through the packet of pictures to play‘match the scumbag to a name’, but at Gene’s question, he contemplated a serious answer.
Honestly, he was just attracted to him. The heart loved who the heart loved, right?
Maybe it was because he was accustomed to big men. His brother Callen was bigger than him. Oh, they were the same height, but genetics had given Callen a big, broad chest and massive hands.
It could be that familiarity.
Ethan didn’t have a lot of men he was attracted to, so he was just going with his libido. If it showed up at the party, he wasn’t stopping it. The bottom line was that Gene turned him on, and he’d learned that sex was more than just to get aggression out.
It was fun.
It was to make a connection.
It was about love.
The bottom line was that Gene got him all worked up, and that was a good thing in his world. Then, he wasn’t overthinking anything.
“That’s part of it,” Ethan admitted, “but I also like your size. There’s something cathartic about being next to you, naked in bed. I’m trying to be intuitive,” he admitted.
His partner was listening.
“I overthink things, so I’m trying to go with what makes me feel good. Your size does that. When you wrap yourself around me, I feel safe,” Ethan admitted.
Gene knew that the man had come a long way from ten months ago when they began dating.
He was open.
He shared his needs and desires.
Ethan was an amazing partner.
Blackhawk continued.
“When I just feel, I’m safer. There are things about you that I have never experienced before.”
Gene was curious.
“Like what?”
Blackhawk shared some of the things that made him happiest. Things he didn’t think he could live without.
“I’ve never curled up with someone who has chest hair. What I’ve learned is that I love the way your chest hair tickles my body. It feels amazing against my nipples when we’re pressed together,” he admitted.
Gene let him talk, and in that moment, he knew they would be okay for the rest of their lives. The man he loved was opening up and sharing.
The walls were all the way down.
That was a gift to Gene, and he’d always treasure it.
“I’m not weak by any means, but there’s something about your strength. Like when you just toss me over your shoulder, my libido turns on. I’m not small, and there aren’t many people who can hoist my six-foot-five frame over their shoulder so easily.”
