He brought Will's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. He didn't have words right now–he didn't want to speak and Will seemed to understand that. Sinn measured the feel of Will's hand that seemed to engulf his own. Hard and big. Some place along the way, between sex and collapse, Will had removed his gloves, and now it was skin-to-skin. Sinn felt the calluses rub against his own hand. A fragment of a conversation came back to him, one that he'd almost surely forgotten, it having left little imprint upon his mind until now.
It was a hot August day back in Reverie. He and Bobby were doing some fence mending for Duke Barnes who had a few ornery cows who kept slipping through the fence. Billy had tagged along that day, sort of trailing silently after the two older boys. One of Sinn’s gloves had ripped and a barb had gone deep into Sinn's finger.
"Shit!" he'd screamed, tearing off the glove and sucking at the wound. He knew he should have gotten a new pair of gloves, but he spent the last of his money on new guitar strings, which had seemed the more important thing to have at the time.
"Here," a soft voice said from behind him. He turned to see Billy holding out a pair of gloves.
"Why aren’t you helping Bobby?" Sinn had said.
Billy shrugged. "He wasn't doing much."
"Hell, neither am I." He looked at the gloves. "What am I supposed to do with those?"
"Yours are ripped. I thought you could use these. Bobby said he didn't want my help. He says I'm too young." Billy had looked down, ramming his booted toes into the dry earth.
"Well, you are. What are you, seven?" Sinn had put his gloves back on determined to be more careful, and remember to purchase a new pair of gloves when he got the chance.
"Almost eight. Big enough," Billy said.
"Your ma would whip his butt." Not likely, and it didn’t make the impression he’d hoped on Billy. Tenacious little bugger.
"Well, she told him he had to bring me with him today," Billy said mutinously.
"’’Cause you whined to her."
Billy had gone red. He shoved his gloves at Sinn again. "If you wear these you won't hurt your finger anymore. They're new."
Sinn had taken them and held them up to his hand. He grinned. "A little small for me. You've got some growing to do before you'll have a man's hands on you, kid."
Billy had looked crestfallen. He looked down at his own smaller hands, then back at Sinn. There was an oddly adult look in his eyes as he gazed at Sinn. He grabbed the gloves and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans. "I will someday. You wait and see. I'll have a man's hands all right." He spun around and stalked away.
Sinn hadn't thought more about the incident and had returned to mending fence with a throbbing hand.
He gripped the big hand now almost engulfing his own. "You did grow up to have a man's hands, didn't you?" He remarked.
The grip on his hand tightened. "Yeah, I guess I did," came the soft response.
"Who'd have thought."
"I'm surprised you remembered that conversation."
"I didn't. Not until now," Sinn admitted.
Will pulled him closer. "You were fifteen and you and Bobby hated me chasing after you. But I couldn't help it."
"You got better at hiding in the shadows when you got older. Half the time we hardly knew you were there."
"I know. I always envied how close you and Bobby were."
"He was my brother in every sense but blood," Sinn said. "Maybe if I'd stayed in Reverie–"
"It likely wouldn't have changed anything. Bobby had one road to follow, you had another. He knew that. And I think deep down you knew it, too."
"And what about you?" Sinn asked. He couldn't help wondering how their roads had crossed, bringing them both to this spot.
"I've done what I should. I've built myself a career. I love what I do."
"You love bringing men down here and playing your games?" Something odd was taking place inside Sinn at the thought of all those other nameless men. Slowly he sat up and eased from within Will's embrace. He turned to face him.
Again, there was that sense of clarity. The expression in Will's eyes turned guarded. He shrugged. "We all have needs. I'd say mine have been safer than yours."
Well, Sinn couldn't fault him on that observation. Sinn had been lucky, that's the best he could say of that. Will leaned in. "Do you really want to question how we got here? Right now? Isn't it enough that we are here?"
"You're playing me. You're the dangerous type. Too deep." Sinn narrowed his gaze as he studied Will. "Even saying we sort of grew up together and you know that part about me. You knowing about L.A., that's something different."
"You wrote to Bobby about it."
"You know more than I wrote to Bobby about. Bobby never knew I was gay. You've known from the start."
"Maybe."
"You stalked me here. You made this happen." He couldn't be certain how he felt about that. Knowing that Will had dug into every corner of his life to ferret out his vulnerabilities.
Will straightened away. "You can, and you could, leave at any time. I'm not forcing you to stay."
That much was true.
"And if I say I want to leave right now?"
Emotions flitted across Will's face. Sinn couldn't quite decipher them. Maybe he wasn't certain he wanted to.
"Do you want to leave, Sinn?"
It was a moment of decision. A decision that rested in Sinn's hands. Any other of the nameless fanboys he'd fucked, and there wouldn't have been a second thought about it. Fuck and see you. Forgotten quickly.
He stared at Will–handsome, young–maybe too young in some ways, and yet, matured beyond his years. Sinn had at some level know that the young kid, Billy, had hero-worshiped Bobby and Sinn. Had all of that led to this?
"I'm nobody's hero," Sinn finally said.
Will smiled. "That was a long time ago. I'm nobody's kid brother today. I didn't tell you who I was because I didn't want you to see that kid."
"Apparently it worked. That isn't who I see."
"Good. Does that mean you still want to go? It's early yet."
Sinn chuckled. "Early. I don't even know what time it is or how long I've been here."
"Does it matter so much?"
Sinn decided it didn't. And he didn't want to leave. He needed to examine how he felt more closely, but not tonight. Sinn shook his head. "No it doesn't matter. No, I don't want to leave. No, I don't see that kid back in Reverie."
Will slowly rose to his feet in one fluid motion. He walked into the bathroom to dispense with the used condom. Then he returned to Sinn. He towered over him and then slowly began to strip. He pulled the shirt over his head. He held out a booted foot to Sinn. "Can you pull it off? Or are you still feeling a tad weak?"
"Fuck you," Sinn said. A challenge if Sinn had ever heard one. He grabbed the boot and yanked while Will anchored himself against the horse. And then he did the same with the other one. Will rolled down the black socks, balled them up and tossed them to the side. Then Will shoved his leather pants down over his hips to linger around his thighs. Again, he held out a leg.
"Pull," he said.
Sinn pulled first one leg, then the other. Will stood in front of him naked. Sinn couldn’t help noticing how sleek and well-muscled his body was. He held out a hand to Sinn. "Let's shower, but we'll use my bathroom this time."
"Is it better than this one?" Sinn asked as he got to his feet. He wavered a little, and then steadied himself.
"Oh, yeah, a lot nicer. A lot more to play with."
"No more enemas," Sinn couldn't help saying.
Will chuckled. "Nope. Done with those...for tonight."
Now Sinn was intrigued and already starting to feel revived from the last "game." He was definitely up for the next round.
CHAPTER TEN
The scene had been exhausting, both emotionally and physically. Will had never brought any of his play partners into his private domain beyond the playroom. But then, Sinn was not just any playmate. As he hoped that he
didn't represent simply any fuck partner for Sinn. But even if their relationship did not extend beyond this one night, it was still more than he could have hoped for.
Back in Reverie the sexy out-of-place rocker would never have noticed him. He'd been far too hungry for more than Reverie could ever have offered him. Even at thirteen Will had known Reverie could never contain a dreamer like Sinn. Bobby had known it as well. When Sinn left, he carried Bobby and Will's dreams on his back, too.
It had never been Will's conscious decision to track Sinn down. The man had served as inspiration. It was circumstance that had led him right back to Sinn as though no matter what road Will traveled, ultimately it would lead back to the man he'd so admired when he'd been just a boy of thirteen.
Both men had changed, neither one the same person that had left Reverie, Montana, years apart. Different roads that led them both to Seattle, both to the same nightclub tonight, and into each other's arms. And there was no denying the sparks that ignited between them. At least not in Will's estimation.
He pressed the panel and it swung open. As he stepped into the room, he wondered what Sinn would think of his "command center." He tried to see the room through a stranger's eyes. But Sinn wasn't just any stranger either. He turned and watched Sinn as the older man surveyed his surroundings.
"So this is where you live," Sinn said as he studied the electronics panel, moved forward to peer closer at the state-of-the-art monitors mounted on the wall. "So you could watch me the whole time. Even when you left me alone." Obviously he’d noted special lens attached to one of the cameras that allowed Will to see into the room even in complete darkness.
"Yes, I could.”
Sinn glanced at him over his shoulder. "You've got all the answers don't you?"
"No one gets hurt on my watch," Will answered. "If I'd thought you were in danger at any point, I'd have been there." He studied Sinn's reddened ass, recalled the feel of his channel bearing down on Will's cock. It was an experience he wouldn't mind repeating. His body started to respond to the sight of Sinn standing here, in his private space.
"I was locked in a closet once," Sinn said as he stared at the screen. "It was suffocating. It was at a party out on the beach. I don't recall how long I was in there. My hands were cuffed, my ankles bound, and I was naked. Fuck, it was hot in there. But I could hear the ocean, and I could hear them laughing, I could smell the pot. They came in one by one throughout the night to fuck me. One by one. Someone was playing the piano and I tried focusing on the music and not thinking about that closet and the stink of sweat and cum and weed. When my...patron...finally let me out, he led me over to the piano and said, 'sing us a song, Davy. Show the boys you have more talents than one to entertain them.' Sinn focused on Will. “You know what they wanted me to sing?"
"No, what did they want you to sing?" Will said softly, his heart breaking.
"Some old Barry Manilow song I didn't even know the words to. They laughed, and had me suck cock for the rest of the night instead. It was a long, long time before I ever thought of singing again after that. It wasn't much later that I finally...that I left. That night I was as close as maybe I'll ever come to wanting to end it all. I thought about that ocean, I thought about walking out onto that beach into that water and just letting it carry me away." He didn’t say anything more for a minute. He glanced down at the floor. “I couldn’t write home about that, now could I?” he said in a low voice.
"I'm glad you didn’t follow the urge to walk out into the ocean. I wish I could have been there for you."
Sinn shook his head. "No, you don't. I thought Charlie and his belt was the worst I'd ever known. I found out there are worse monsters than him. But I survived, I reclaimed the music." He turned around to look at Will. "I reclaimed it, but it wasn't the same. I couldn't feel; well, at least not anything other than rage. I wouldn't let myself feel more than that. None of it mattered. I was going through the motions. Until I saw you tonight in that bar, I thought it was enough. At some level I recognized you, and I knew I couldn't keep going the way I was. Since those days in L.A. I've protected myself, forced myself to do what I left Reverie to do. But I've known I was a fake and that soon enough someone was going to figure me out.” He speared a glance at Will. "You saw it."
Finally, Will went to him. He put an arm around him and drew him toward the bathroom. "There's a lot of emotion going on inside you right now. Maybe I saw things because I knew you before and I sensed the changes in you. I remember the passion, the nights with you and Bobby out in our garage. I remember listening to your songs."
They walked into the bathroom and again Sinn gazed around. "Wow, you're a detail kind of guy. This is...pretty awesome."
Will grinned. He slapped Sinn on the ass. A hiss escaped him. Will gripped the fiery flesh. He turned and nipped Sinn's ear. "I've got something to help with that a little later. A special lotion that'll ease some of that sting."
He left Sinn and walked to the panel and turned on the jets in the shower which was almost a room unto itself. He searched the panel for imagery and grinned when he touched the panel and the image of a rain forest superimposed on the walls of the room. He heard Sinn gasp.
He turned and held out a hand to Sinn. "Step into my parlor," he said and waggled his eyebrows. Sinn laughed and hurried toward the shower. Will's mood lightened when he saw the smile which lit up Sinn's eyes with a devilish light. Enough of the heavy memories that weighed him down for now. The important thing was that Sinn had survived and he was here with Will now. And Will planned to make the most of every minute of his company.
The water in the shower was the perfect temperature, the perfect pressure, pulsating, warm like a Seattle summer rainstorm. Sinn stepped inside and Will closed the glass door, shutting them in.
* * *
Sinn had made a point for a long time in not dwelling on his past, on the time he'd spent in California. It was too heavy a baggage and weighed him down for far too long. How Will had managed to find the lock to open it, to air it out, was a mystery to Sinn. But feeling cleansed and lighter was exactly how Sinn felt at the moment.
Will picked up some liquid soap and a sea sponge and began soaping up Sinn, giving great attention to detail until Sinn's cock was hard and eager once again. Surprisingly so. The sounds of birds and a waterfall echoed around them. The place was amazing.
Sinn was shocked when Will dropped to his knees and used both hands to soap him–his hands sliding up Sinn's torso through foamy bubbles, ringing his tits, which were still a bit sensitized from the clamps, sliding back down to surround his still sensitive cock.
"Oh, nice," Sinn said as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the fondling of Will's thick fingers over his head. One of Will's hands cupped his balls, fingering them lightly. That certain element of pleasure-pain undulated through him.
Sinn finally slitted his eyes and gazed down at Will. He lifted Will to his feet, anchored a soapy hand around his neck and drew him forward for a kiss. Will's hand circled around him drawing him close, fingers splayed across his back. Sinn was aroused again. This time not by a dominating presence, but one of equals enjoying the touch of each other's bodies. He deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around Will and drew him close. Kissing and kissing some more. He fondled Will's thick wet hair. Will's body against his, the pulsating water, the slippery soap–he rubbed against Will. Lips wet, sliding easily one to the other, tongues tangled. and suddenly Sinn was ravenous. He ached in every crevice and more, but there was still something else he wanted, and that want trumped any pain. He pulled back and then leaned in close to Will's ear.
"I want to fuck you."
Will's arms tightened around Sinn. "There's condoms in the medicine cabinet. I'll wait for you."
"You are fastidious, aren't you?" Sinn said as he unwound his arms from around Will's deliciously muscular body.
Will shrugged. "A quirk of mine. Does it bother you?"
"After the life I've led? Hardly. You've got a ca
re few men of my acquaintance share. I can't say I had the best of teachers."
"In that I was more fortunate. It was a scholarship that got me out of Reverie. Film School here in Seattle. It was one of my professors, who took a liking to my work. He..." Will grinned, "took a shine to me. A very smart man with some special tastes. And I was an eager pupil in every way. He was fastidious and I guess he taught me to be that way as well."
"You're not still seeing him?"
"Oh no. He has a fondness for his students. Once I passed that phase, we both knew it was time to move on. But it was done with a fondness that has left his memory with me, and a whole new range of skill sets."
"Good memories then I take it."
Will cupped the side of Sinn's face. "Yes. Now and again we have dinner when I'm in town."
Will reached down to slide his hand over Sinn's cock. "I don't let my playmates fuck me very often." He stared into Sinn's eyes, sending Sinn's heart pounding. "Likely I'm very tight. It's been a while."
"Like me." Sinn gripped Will's cock. He remembered the feel of him buried inside his ass. He recalled how Will had taken his time in stretching him, making him ravenous to feel that prick burrowing into him.
"I don't think I've got your skill."
"I find good instincts can carry a man a long way." He kissed Sinn. "I think you've got good instincts that simply haven't been put to proper use...yet." He leaned forward. "Get the condom." Then he turned away from Sinn and gripped a silver bar at the back of the shower. He spread his legs, thrust back his hips. And Sinn didn't wait for a second invitation. He hurried out of the shower, trailing a water path onto the tiles as he went, and quickly located the box of condoms in the medicine cabinet. He was in such a hurry he almost couldn't get his prick wrapped properly, but finally managed to do so. When he got back into the shower, Will was still standing in the same position in which Sinn had left him. He was so very still that he almost looked like a statue. Obviously, someone had trained him very well. Wet and soapy and beautiful as the water ran in rivulets down his back, over his ass, facing the image of a giant waterfall on the wall in front of him. Sin watched as one slender line of water slid in a straight line down the valley of his back to disappear into the crease of Will's ass. He couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop fantasizing about fucking him.
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