The O'Brien Way (13 page)
Authors: Carol Lynne
Moby jumped in to rescue Sean once it became obvious the man was getting flustered. “Are you saying you want the two of us closer to you?”
“Yeah.”
Sean exhaled. “There’s even a patch of grass behind it. I talked to Gill and he said we could fence it for
Jilly
.”
Moby’s heart melted. Although Sean hadn’t come right out and said it, Moby knew he was paving the way to moving Moby’s family within arm’s reach. Moby glanced at his mother. Although they’d discussed selling the house and moving to
“It’s not just Moby I care about.” Sean stood and walked around the table to lift
Moby’s eyes rounded. “
Uhhh
, Mom? That would make Sean and me brothers.
Which is
kinda
gross.
”
Virginia and Sean both stared at Moby for a second before breaking out into laughter. Moby joined in and soon the fight with Sean was forgotten.
* * * *
Sean couldn’t wipe the smile from his face as he finished washing the breakfast dishes. He heard the crinkle of Christmas wrapping as Moby cleaned the used paper from the living room floor. All of it, watching Moby unwrap gifts like a kid, sitting beside the small tree, eating breakfast with two people he cared so much about, combined to make it the best Christmas Sean could’ve hoped for.
“You know you look ridiculous, right?” Moby asked, coming up behind him.
Sean looked down at his new bright red robe. He hadn’t cared that he was fully dressed, he wanted the gift as close to him as he could get it without scaring
Moby wrapped his arms around Sean’s stomach and kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll keep you warm.”
Sean dried his hands and turned to embrace the man he loved. “Does that mean you’ll always be there when I step out of the shower?”
“If you want me to be,” Moby answered.
“Oh, I want, believe me.” Sean ran his tongue over the fresh bruise on Moby’s neck.
“I have one more present for you.”
Sean gave one last kiss to the hickey and pulled back to look into Moby’s green eyes. “You’ve given me Christmas. What else could there possibly be?”
“Dinner for the three of us at
The Canoe
.
I know you don’t normally go there, but Mom’s never been and I thought…”
Sean shut Moby up with a kiss. He swirled his tongue around Moby’s mouth, tasting coffee and syrup. After everything Moby and Virginia had given him, he wouldn’t deny either of them a damn thing. “What time should we leave?”
“Reservations are for seven, but I thought we could leave early. Maybe spend some time in that big bed of yours? Mom said something about baking pies this afternoon so I’m sure we could talk her into doing that at O’Brien’s.”
Mention of the pub brought back the events of the previous night. “First I’ll need to clean up the mess I made.”
“What mess?” Moby asked, peppering kisses to Sean’s neck.
The feel of Moby’s hard cock pressed against him made Sean even more ashamed of his actions. “I
kinda
lost it after you left. There are broken dishes and food scraps all over the kitchen.” He cupped the back of Moby’s neck and tilted his head up until they were once again eye to eye. “I was wrong to say what I did to you. I knew it even as it came out of my mouth. All my life I’ve seen waiters and waitresses mauled by customers. I used to get so damn mad at my dad for allowing it to happen, but I’ve figured out what he must’ve always known. Good wait
staff know
when to tell their customers to back off.”
Moby nodded.
“I won’t say I like seeing other men touch you, but I know you’re good at your job, so I’ll try not to let it get to me.”
Moby rimmed Sean’s lips with his tongue. “You just keep marking me, and I’ll guarantee those guys will get the idea that I’m already taken.”
“Oh, I can do better than that. I see men and women making out all day long. So I’m not going to deprive myself of your lips any longer. If I want to kiss you, by God, I’m going to, no matter who’s around.”
“I like the sound of that,” Moby agreed.
* * * *
“Sorry about the mess,” Sean said, holding the kitchen door open for
“What mess?” she asked.
“Huh?” Sean walked into the kitchen and was greeted by a spotless room. A large gift wrapped box sat on the prep island. He realised it had to have been the work of his father. The gesture of kindness after everything he’d said to the man genuinely touched him. It also made him feel about two feet tall.
Sean glanced over his shoulder at Moby and Virginia, who were standing quietly just inside the door. “My dad must’ve done it before he left.”
Moby pointed towards the present wrapped in birthday paper. “You should open it.”
The way he said it caused Sean to ask, “Do you know what it is?”
“I think so.” Moby moved to Sean’s side and kissed him. “I’m
gonna
run over with Mom to see her new place.” He squeezed Sean’s hand. “Take all the time you need.”
“You don’t have to leave,” Sean tried to argue.
Moby shook his head. “This isn’t about me. It’s between you and your dad. I’ll be around if you need me.”
With those words, Moby ushered
Taped to the lid was an envelope with his name printed on it. After sliding Jay’s stool over to the island, Sean took a deep breath and opened the envelope. It was a single page letter written in his father’s handwriting.
Sean,
As you must know by now, I was able to book an early flight, but before I go, there are a few things I feel I need to tell you. Let me start off by saying how incredibly proud of you I am. You’ve grown into a good man despite my mistakes, and I can only believe your mother’s spirit had something to do with that.
I hope you were able to patch things up with your young man. Please don’t be angry with him for contacting me. I’m so very glad he did. He asked me to provide you with some of the items in the enclosed box. I guess I never realised how much I had deprived you of, until he explained your need to get to know your mother, even after all these years.
I’ve enclosed copies of photographs and a few other personal items that I thought would mean something to you. They are yours to keep. I believe she would have wanted you to have them.
I hope one day you can forgive me, but I know we’re nowhere near that point yet. My biggest hope for you is that you’ve found in Moby what I lost so many years ago. Spend each day thankful and each night warm in each other’s arms.
I know I’ve never told you, but I do love you.
Take care of yourself and those you love,
Dad
Sean wiped his face and set the letter on the counter before opening the box. The first item he pulled out was an old baby book.
His.
Sean hadn’t remembered ever seeing it before and he seriously doubted there was anything inside, but it was still nice of his dad to send it. He opened the cover and was surprised to find a picture of a pregnant woman. Underneath the picture, in fancy cursive writing it said, ‘
Evie
at 7 months’.
Sean traced the swell of his mother’s stomach before focusing on green eyes so much like his own. The heavy dark circles underneath his mom’s eyes were the first sign that her health wasn’t unaffected by the pregnancy. He tried to put himself in his dad’s shoes for a moment. What would it feel like to watch the person you loved getting weaker and weaker before your eyes? Sean suspected he would begin to resent the cause of the failing health just as his dad so obviously had. Sean swallowed the sob that threatened to erupt.
He continued to flip through the first couple of pages. It was obvious his mom was excited about his upcoming birth. Despite the way she had to have felt physically, her writing showed no signs of being anything but happy. When he reached the section about his birth, Sean wasn’t surprised to find the rest of the book blank.
Setting the book on the counter, he pulled out a stack of photographs. Although he didn’t know the woman in the pictures, each one made him smile. He was sure it had something to do with the joy radiating from the incredibly beautiful woman. There were several snapshots of his mom and brothers laughing while playing in a large pile of colourful leaves. His brothers looked like strangers to him. Their faces were still basically the same but he couldn’t remember ever seeing them so…happy.
Sean set the pictures down without looking through the rest of them. He had no doubt some families drew closer after a tragedy like his had suffered, but surely there were others, like his own, that never recovered after such a death. He suddenly understood why his family hadn’t celebrated Christmas or his birthday. Sure it would’ve been nice if his family had been happy about the day he was born, but through the pictures, he was able to understand it was a yearly reminder of the worst day of their lives.
Sean reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He tried to call his dad, but it went straight to voicemail.
“Hi, Dad.
Ummm
, I wanted to apologise for the way things happened last night, and to tell you that I think I understand a little more now.
Uhh
, anyway, give me a call if you want. And despite everything, I’m really glad you came.”
Sean hung up and thought briefly about calling his brothers. In the end, he decided to wait. Maybe a call on New Year’s Day would be more appropriate. Sean stuck the phone back into his pocket and went in search of the man he loved.
Chapter Nine
After an intense session of lovemaking, Sean left a dozing Moby to run downstairs to check on
“Shoo,”
“Is that for me?” Sean asked, venturing further into the room.
“Yes, but you’re not supposed to see it until it’s finished.”
Over
“But not your last, not while I’m still around,” she told him. “Now get out of here.”
With a smile firmly planted on his face, Sean ran back upstairs. He threw off his sweats and T-shirt on the way to the bedroom, ready for round two.
Still sprawled naked on the bed, Moby was sound asleep. Sean couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for wearing his lover out with their earlier romp. He crept towards the bed, and the big flaccid cock resting against Moby’s thigh. Sean licked his lips as he gently sat on the edge of the mattress. Although Moby’s cock was quite a sight to behold when it was hard, there was something about the gorgeous specimen soft that turned Sean on every time.
Moby had told Sean on more than one occasion how odd he was for preferring a limp piece of meat when he could have something big and hard with a single touch. Sean didn’t care what Moby said. For Sean, the softness of Moby’s flaccid cock in his mouth won out every time.
Bracing his hands on either side of Moby’s hips, Sean bent to take the prize into his mouth. It only worked when Moby was sleeping because it seemed the man was constantly hard while awake. He swirled his tongue around the silky-soft skin of the head before sucking as much as he could into his mouth. Even soft, Sean’s minimal experience giving blowjobs showed.
Although he’d given them a time or two with other lovers, they’d always been nothing more than a way to get his partner hard. It was different with Moby. Everything was different with Moby, he realised.
The longer he suckled the soft cock the harder it became. When he felt Moby’s fingers in his hair, Sean knew his time was almost up. He was forced to back off Moby’s length as it started to grow to full hardness. With just the head in his mouth, Sean turned his head enough to stare into Moby’s eyes.
The look he received in return was almost feral. Sean knew being a bottom didn’t come naturally to Moby, but Sean hadn’t yet felt comfortable taking the passive role. As he continued to lave the crown, he knew it was the right time.
Releasing Moby’s cock completely, Sean sat up and reached for the condoms on the bedside table. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, ripping open the package.
Moby’s eyelids drooped even further. “I’ve been hoping to hear that.” He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube.
Sean gave Moby’s cock several good strokes before rolling the condom down its impressive length. “Sorry it’s taken me so long.”
“I have a feeling you’ll be worth the wait.”
With the condom in place, Sean turned his attention to the rest of Moby’s body. No sculpture had ever been able to create a masterpiece as perfect as the body under him. Sean licked his way up Moby’s muscled torso, stopping at each dip and ridge to worship. Meeting his lover’s lips, he delved inside to taste the man of his dreams.
Moby’s slicked fingers began to rim Sean’s asshole as the kiss heated. Moby introduced a fingertip but didn’t go any further. After several moments, Sean broke the kiss. “You’re
gonna
have to do a hell of a lot more stretching than that if you expect me to take you.”
