I sighed and gave Sean one last kiss. “I’ll call you when I get to my hotel.”
He nodded and pulled me close one more time. “Take care, baby.” Then he let me go.
The ride to Newark airport was quiet as I tried to quell my disappointment. Liam’s recovery seemed to be going well for the first week and a half. Then, despite the diligent care of Moira and all her nurse friends, he contracted pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. The doctor thought it may have been because Liam was already run-down before he was kidnapped. He spent two weeks in the hospital, where they monitored his progress and kept him on enough pain medication that he could do the exercises to strengthen his lungs.
Liam seemed much better after he was discharged. He’d put on some weight and his color was better. The bruises had faded away and he was smiling more. He and I had many discussions about music and music theory. He even asked me about my compositions because, apparently, he had seen the film for which I wrote the score and loved it. We were all delighted with how well he was doing.
That all changed one night in mid-August when Liam woke up screaming from a nightmare. His mental health took a nosedive after that. He became a ghost of himself. He had no appetite, couldn’t sleep, and constantly looked over his shoulder like someone was going to grab him.
He didn’t want to leave the house because he was afraid he would be taken again. He got so bad that Sean was worried they’d have to have him hospitalized in the inpatient psychiatric ward. Fortunately, I got some information from my therapist in New York about alternatives to inpatient in New Jersey.
Now here we were. Sean couldn’t leave his mother to care for Liam alone, so he couldn’t travel to meet me during my tour. Sean insisted that if things got better, he’d come. I knew better. Been there. Done that.
Liam would need his brother around to feel safe, just as I needed Evan to feel safe after my breakdown. I leaned my head back against the seat and sighed softly. It was going to be a long two months.
* * *
Mid-September—Chicago,Illinois
I was walking through the lobby of my hotel after my performance with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. It had been a long week of rehearsals. The performance had gone well, thankfully, but I was tired. I had just reached the bank of elevators when my phone vibrated with a text.
Sean:Video chat?
My heart raced, my cock thickened, and I forgot how tired I was. I typed out a quick answer as I got on the elevator up to my room.
Me:Yes, yes, yes. Give me ten minutes.
Sean:Take all the time you need, baby. But hurry up. *wink emoji*
I chuckled softly, willing the elevator to go faster. Once I got to my room, I had my tux off in record time. I turned on my laptop and laid my naked self down in the middle of the king-size bed with a bottle of lube next to me. I opened the link to the video chat that Sean sent me and smiled when I saw his beautiful face waiting for me. He was gloriously naked, his dark tattoos striking against his fair skin. His hand was wrapped around his already hard cock, slick with lube.
“Hey, baby,” he said with a wicked grin.
A moan escaped my lips. “So hot,” I rasped. “God, I miss your touch.”
“I miss you too,” he said. “So much.” He slid his hand up his hard shaft. “Touch yourself like you want me to touch you.”
My hands traveled up my chest to my nipples. I tugged and rolled them between my fingers, sending a frisson of pleasure to my cock. My hips rose from the bed, and I moaned softly. I grabbed my bottle of lube and poured a generous amount into my hand.
I knew this wouldn’t last very long. I’d been anticipating Sean’s call all day, so I was already on edge when he texted. I wrapped my hand around my own dick, watching Sean watch me.
“That’s right, baby,” he rasped, “Stroke that pretty cock for me.”
The groan that escaped me was loud in the hotel room. “I’m so close already,” I gasped.
“Nuh-uh,” he growled. “Not yet.” He pulled on his own cock. “Finger yourself.”
“Sean,” I groaned. I hurriedly found the lube and poured some on my fingers. I pulled my legs back and planted my feet firmly on the mattress. I was too worked up to take my time, so I plunged two fingers into my aching hole. I gasped with the burn of the pleasure-pain sensation.
“Jesus, Jeremy,” Sean said, “I’m gonna come just watching you.”
I fisted my cock, tugging hard while I drove the fingers of my other hand deeper into myself.
“That’s it,” he ground out. “Ride your fingers. Pretend it’s me getting you ready to take my cock.”
My orgasm shimmered down my spine and centered right behind my balls. “Not going to last,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Do it,” Sean growled. “Come for me.”
