after showering so he’d never had one.
It was important to him to teach Sean there was more to life than work. He wanted to experience a lazy Sunday with the man who had given him so much without even knowing it. He headed towards the sleepwear section with a smile on his face. No matter what, he was determined to make sure Sean had the kind of Christmas he’d always deserved.
* * * *
Sean studied the near-empty room and shook his head. Thursday evening and only a handful of people had dared to brave the storm raging outside. The three tables with customers were almost finished with their food and would soon head out. Although he didn’t have Jay’s culinary skills, Sean had flipped a hamburger or two in his life.
He pushed through the swinging door to find Jay wiping down the grill. “Why don’t you go on home?”
“It’s only seven-thirty. What if someone else comes in?”
“Only a fool would venture out into this kind of weather. Have you seen it outside in the last hour?”
Jay glanced around the kitchen. “Nope. My boss isn’t nice enough to provide me with a window office.”
With a chuckle, Sean turned to head back to the bar. “Get your smart ass home before the doors are blocked with snow and you’re here until the Spring thaw.”
Entering the pub, Sean noticed only one table of patrons remained. He motioned to Kitty and waited.
“What’s up?” Kitty asked.
“Go on home. I’ll bus the tables.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Kitty said, rushing in the direction of the time clock.
Once the pub cleared, Sean retrieved a large plastic tub from the kitchen and began clearing the tables. He turned off the stereo that piped in cheerful Christmas music, and carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen.
As he loaded the dishwasher, his thoughts strayed to Moby. He couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since he felt the excitement of a new lover. Unlike his relationship with Ryan, being with Moby was easy, almost too easy. Although Ryan was incredibly sweet, keeping him happy had been a lot of work.
It was different with Moby. The man was gorgeous, there was absolutely no disputing that fact, but Moby seemed so appreciative of each gentle touch Sean bestowed. It made showing affection even more fulfilling when you were with such a willing recipient.
Sean closed the dishwasher and turned it on before pulling the phone out of his pocket. He walked towards the sheet of paper tacked up beside the time clock and found Moby’s number. With only one day off a week, would Moby resent the call? Only one way to find out.
The phone rang three times before being picked up.
“Hey,” Moby answered, his voice sounded warm and interested which was a good sign.
“Enough snow for you?” Sean asked.
“More than enough. I tried to head your way, but got as far as the highway and had to turn back.”
Sean laughed. “I told Jay earlier that only a fool would venture out in this weather, guess I was right.”
Moby returned the laugh. “Yeah, well that’s what happens when I let my dick take the lead. Too bad though because I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Yeah?” Sean liked the sound of that.
“Oh, yeah. See, if you had a snowcat you could come and take me back to your bed for the night. We could ride out the storm together.”
Sean pressed the heel of his hand against the hardening cock trapped by his jeans. “If I knew where to buy one this time of night, I might just spend a shitload of money doing just that.”
“Horny?” Moby asked.
“ Gettin ’ there,” Sean answered honestly. “I’m standing in an empty bar, wishing you were here.”
“I could always try again?”
Sean wondered if it was his horniness that drew Moby to risk life and limb or his desire to be needed. He’d given a lot of thought to the tenderness Moby had reacted so strongly to the previous night. Throughout the day, Sean had become more convinced he wanted to be the one
It was important to him to teach Sean there was more to life than work. He wanted to experience a lazy Sunday with the man who had given him so much without even knowing it. He headed towards the sleepwear section with a smile on his face. No matter what, he was determined to make sure Sean had the kind of Christmas he’d always deserved.
* * * *
Sean studied the near-empty room and shook his head. Thursday evening and only a handful of people had dared to brave the storm raging outside. The three tables with customers were almost finished with their food and would soon head out. Although he didn’t have Jay’s culinary skills, Sean had flipped a hamburger or two in his life.
He pushed through the swinging door to find Jay wiping down the grill. “Why don’t you go on home?”
“It’s only seven-thirty. What if someone else comes in?”
“Only a fool would venture out into this kind of weather. Have you seen it outside in the last hour?”
Jay glanced around the kitchen. “Nope. My boss isn’t nice enough to provide me with a window office.”
With a chuckle, Sean turned to head back to the bar. “Get your smart ass home before the doors are blocked with snow and you’re here until the Spring thaw.”
Entering the pub, Sean noticed only one table of patrons remained. He motioned to Kitty and waited.
“What’s up?” Kitty asked.
“Go on home. I’ll bus the tables.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Kitty said, rushing in the direction of the time clock.
Once the pub cleared, Sean retrieved a large plastic tub from the kitchen and began clearing the tables. He turned off the stereo that piped in cheerful Christmas music, and carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen.
As he loaded the dishwasher, his thoughts strayed to Moby. He couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since he felt the excitement of a new lover. Unlike his relationship with Ryan, being with Moby was easy, almost too easy. Although Ryan was incredibly sweet, keeping him happy had been a lot of work.
It was different with Moby. The man was gorgeous, there was absolutely no disputing that fact, but Moby seemed so appreciative of each gentle touch Sean bestowed. It made showing affection even more fulfilling when you were with such a willing recipient.
Sean closed the dishwasher and turned it on before pulling the phone out of his pocket. He walked towards the sheet of paper tacked up beside the time clock and found Moby’s number. With only one day off a week, would Moby resent the call? Only one way to find out.
The phone rang three times before being picked up.
“Hey,” Moby answered, his voice sounded warm and interested which was a good sign.
“Enough snow for you?” Sean asked.
“More than enough. I tried to head your way, but got as far as the highway and had to turn back.”
Sean laughed. “I told Jay earlier that only a fool would venture out in this weather, guess I was right.”
Moby returned the laugh. “Yeah, well that’s what happens when I let my dick take the lead. Too bad though because I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Yeah?” Sean liked the sound of that.
“Oh, yeah. See, if you had a snowcat you could come and take me back to your bed for the night. We could ride out the storm together.”
Sean pressed the heel of his hand against the hardening cock trapped by his jeans. “If I knew where to buy one this time of night, I might just spend a shitload of money doing just that.”
“Horny?” Moby asked.
“ Gettin ’ there,” Sean answered honestly. “I’m standing in an empty bar, wishing you were here.”
“I could always try again?”
Sean wondered if it was his horniness that drew Moby to risk life and limb or his desire to be needed. He’d given a lot of thought to the tenderness Moby had reacted so strongly to the previous night. Throughout the day, Sean had become more convinced he wanted to be the one
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