Sean spun me around so my back was against the door and dropped to his knees.
“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he said gruffly.
He slid his fingers into the waistband of my workout pants and tugged them down my thighs, revealing my fully erect cock. He licked a stripe up my dick and said, “Commando again, huh? You seem to like that.”
“Seems to work out pretty well for me,” I replied with a moan. My head fell back against the door with athunk,and my eyes rolled into the back of my head when he took my whole cock to the back of his throat in one swallow.
“Oh God. Sean. I’m not going to last.”
He pulled off me, much to my dismay, and said, “Me neither.”
He stroked me with one hand while working his jeans open with the other. I grunted when I was once again engulfed in scorching wet heat. I threaded my fingers through his silky, chestnut hair and held tight as I thrust into his mouth. My gaze drifted down to watch him jerking his cock.
“That’s so hot,” I moaned. I felt my balls tighten and the tension build at the base of my spine. Then Sean ran his free hand behind my sack and slipped the tip of his finger into my hole.
That was all it took. I was barely able to gasp, “Coming,” before I shot down his throat.
Sean’s body tensed, and I felt his groan down to my toes. He fell back onto his heels, my spent cock slipping from his mouth. He pulled his cum-covered hand out of his jeans, looking around, I assumed, for some tissues. I took hold of his hand and brought it to my mouth, licking his spend from each finger. He rose and took my face in both hands, kissing me deeply so we shared each other’s tastes.
I smiled against his mouth. “Welcome to Paris, my love.”
* * *
It wasafter two by the time we finally came up for air. The bistro Sean mentioned was pretty quiet, so we were served quickly.
“I have to know,” I said after our food arrived, “How did this all come about? You weren’t going to come the last time we talked about it.”
Sean smiled sheepishly. “Liam called me on my bullshit. He’s been doing a lot better, but I was still worried that something might happen and he would need me again. He conspired with Marco and Tony, of all people, and got me a plane ticket using your account. Then he calmly and logically told me I was going to Paris and to stop being an overprotective asshole.”
I’m pretty sure my eyebrows were up in my hairline somewhere. “He said that?”
Sean scoffed. “Well, no. He didn’t call me an asshole. He’s a lot nicer than I am.”
He sighed. “He was right though. I was scared something would happen, and I wouldn’t be there for him.” He reached across the table and took my hand. “I’m so glad he talked some sense into me. I don’t want to spend this much time apart from you again.”
I put my other hand on top of his. “Speaking of that,” I began, “I’ve been giving some more thought to my career when it comes to performing.”
“Have you decided anything?” Sean asked.
I nodded. “I’ve decided to stay close to home longer. I have some ideas for things I’d like to do in the community, but I’ll need to be home to build something sustainable. I’ve decided to do shorter tours, a week or two tops, and have them more spaced out. I’m going to hang around the New York Metro area a lot more from now on.”
Sean’s eyes lit up with joy. “Really? That’s great.” A frown creased his brow. “Are you sure? I know how much you love performing.”
I squeezed his hand. “I’m sure. I love performing, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the love I see in your eyes every time you look at me. Why would I want to spend all that time with strangers when I could spend it with you?”
Tears welled in his eyes. He lifted my hand and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Jeremy Fitzgerald.”
“And I love you, Sean O’Neil.”
FORTY-ONE
SEAN
Two Months Later
I adjusted my tie in the mirror and put on the jacket of my charcoal-gray suit. I ran a quick comb through my hair, which I’d let grow longer after a tentative request from Jeremy. There was a knock on my front door, and then Liam called out, “Sean, the limo’s here. Time to go.”
“On my way,” I said. I grabbed my long black wool coat from the hall closet and met my brother in my living room. He was also wearing a suit, but his was black, and he wore a collarless crimson shirt with no tie.
