Mickey's Way

by Karen Clow

  “Yeah, he’s a big boy that Sebastian, I’ll say that for him.”

  “It’s not fucking normal Mick; he ought to be in a fucking circus. He could be the ring master. Get it? Ring master!”

  “You’re a dirty bastard Tony, still as long as he keeps away from my ring, he’ll keep breathing!”

  They talked about the game and the players before Tony told him Isabella was keen for them to come down at the weekend. She couldn’t wait to see Maria and the babies.

  “That’ll be great Tony, but can I let you know because it’s not definite they’ll be home?”

  “No worries Mick, I’ll give you a bell Saturday morning.”

  Mickey was relieved when at half ten his mum said that she was going to take a bath before going to bed. Once he heard the bathroom door lock, he told Billy and his dad about Davy wanting in at the game.

  “Looks like we should think about buying a cheap lap top computer,” said Den, “I can use to set up the account that we want Davy to pay the money into for the film.”

  “I’ll leave that up to you Dad, you know what you need. First thing tomorrow morning I’ll send Davy a copy of the film. Once we’re sure he’s got it, we’ll tell him how much we want for it. We’ll give him one week to come up with the money. Once he’s got the money, I’ll call him with the account number. As soon as the money’s in our account, it’s open season on Davy fucking Sheridan! I’ll send a copy to everyone connected to him; of course I’ll leave that ‘til after the game.”

  “Some of the big boys are heavily into porn, you never know they might offer him and Sebastian another career,” laughed Billy “I can just see it now, the movie could be called, ‘Willy Wanker and the Chocolate Factory!”

  Even Den saw the funny side, although his choice of film name would be, Dinky Davy and the banging Ballerina.

  They talked about how Davy would react when he received the film.

  “I’d love to be a fly on the wall,” said Billy “I bet he’ll go fucking ballistic!”

  It was almost one o’clock when they turned in for the night. Mickey had a restless night, he missed Maria. He kept thinking of the dream she’d told him about until he finally he dropped off to sleep.

  ***

  He arranged for a courier to take the film of Davy to London that morning. He was to deliver it to Tony, who was then going to send it on to Davy, via another courier, one of his own. That way it couldn’t be traced back to Kent.

  Den and Billy had taken the girls to school that morning. Mickey had told Maria he would be at the hospital by ten. His mum had insisted that he had a proper breakfast before he left.

  Driving to the hospital, he kept thinking about the poker game. He knew in his heart that blackmailing Davy wouldn’t be enough. He wanted him dead for what he’d done; but the game wasn’t about winning, he knew that he stood the same chance as Davy. It was more about pride. He wanted to look Davy in the eye, knowing that the next time they met after the game he would kill him. Despite his wish to end it he would be patient and watch Davy squirm. He had just parked his car when his mobile rang. It was Tony calling to say the package had arrived and it was now on its way to Davy.

  Mickey tried to put Davy and the game out of his mind when he entered the hospital and walked towards Maria’s room. As he approached her room, he heard voices. Opening the door he was pleased, if not surprised, to see Father Thomas. They shook hands then he kissed Maria and noticed all three babies’ cribs were in her room.

  “They look like three little angels” said Father Thomas “they’re already blessed having Maria as their mum.”

  Mickey nodded, he couldn’t agree more. Mickey asked how he knew about the babies.

  “Shaun told me, he actually came to the church to tell me personally. He’s very proud of Maria; he has a genuine love for her. Well for both of you actually.”

  “And we for him,” said Maria “there are very few people who I would trust with my children’s lives, but I can say without hesitation, Shaun and Ann are among them.”

  The priest nodded.

  Father Thomas stayed ‘til eleven o’clock. Before he left he blessed the babies.

  After he left, Mickey held Maria’s hand and talked about the babies and the twins.

  “I was talking to young Jess earlier this morning Mickey. I feel so sorry for her. She’s all on her own, her mother threw her out and from what I can tell, the baby’s father doesn’t want to know.”

  “Why did her mum throw her out then?”

  “I’m not sure, she didn’t say much, but I gather it’s because she wouldn’t put the baby up for adoption. She’s staying with a sort of foster family I think, social services set it up for her. According to Jess, they’re supposed to help her care for the baby, but she can only stay there for a few months, until the council find her a flat. I got the impression that the family she lives with don’t treat her very well.”

  “Ok Mother Theresa where’s this leading?”

  “I just feel sad for her that’s all Mickey; she seems like a nice girl. She’s made a mistake; I can’t hold that against her. I told her that I would be happy to give her some bits for the baby, especially as we bought everything in two’s for the twins and this time we’ve only got Melissa. I’ll have so many clothes that we won’t need, also things like pink blankets and bedding. She seemed really grateful when I mentioned it. I really don’t think she’s got much at all for the baby.”

  “God we’re so lucky to have you babe, give her whatever you like.”

  “Thank you Mickey, our babies are loved and well provided for, maybe God meant for me to meet Jess.”

  “Ok, let’s not get into a debate about divine intervention; let’s just keep it simple. I can handle that!”

  She was just about to reply when Martin woke up, quickly followed by the other two, she looked at her watch and said he was hungry again.

  It was after four that afternoon when Mickey finally said he was leaving. Maria thought he looked tired. When he went to kiss her goodbye, she suggested Den and Mary visiting that evening so Mickey could have a night off and spend some time with the twins. He didn’t take much convincing, which was obvious as he quickly replied his mum would be thrilled.

  CHAPTER 40

  Sebastian arrived at the house before Davy. He knew that Danny had gone with him to a meeting in Essex; they had left at seven that morning. When Sebastian had called his mobile asking him when they expected to get home, Davy told him that they were only thirty minutes away. Sebastian could tell by his voice that the meeting had gone well, especially when Davy suggested them eating out. While he waited for their return, he collected the post. He didn’t pay any attention to the plain brown envelope, despite the fact that it simply had Davy’s initials on the front in black marker pen. Along with the other mail, he placed it neatly on the coffee table. When the others returned, Davy gave Danny the evening off as he wasn’t going to the club that night.

  It wasn’t until they returned to the house around half eleven that evening after dining out that Davy noticed the stack of mail. Asking Seb to pour them a drink, he sat down to open it. The plain brown envelope was about four items down in the pile. Curiously, he picked it up and asked Seb if someone had delivered it while he was there. Seb shook his head and told him it was in the box along with all the others. Davy opened it slowly.

  “I don’t like unmarked post Seb; it could be a letter bomb.”

  Seb looked terrified and backed away.

  After opening the envelope carefully, Davy slid a DVD out onto his hand. There was nothing written on it. Passing it to Seb, he asked him to load it into the player. Seb did as he’d asked, then handed him the remote control before sitting down alongside him on the sofa.

  They watched as the sex scene played.

  “If this is someone’s idea of a fucking joke,” snarled Davy “I don’t find it fucking funny!”

  They had only watched a few minutes of the film when he pressed the eject butt
on and ordered Seb to put it back in the envelope. Jumping to his feet he shouted at Seb.

  “Get up we’re going to search the bedroom!”

  “Why, what are we looking for?”

  “Are you fucking thick or what!”

  Seb just looked at him, he was close to tears. Davy was unsympathetic as he shouted at him again.

  “Obviously someone took this film and in case you didn’t fucking notice, it’s of us in our fucking bedroom! Which can only mean one of two things, either they used a very sophisticated lens, or there’s a fucking camera in our room!”

  They both headed towards the bedroom.

  Davy almost turned the room upside down. Seb could see him getting more irate and agitated by the second. After three hours, they finally stopped. The room looked as though it had been burgled, but there was no trace of any camera or bugging device. Seb just stood there looking at the mess as Davy said they’d move into the guest room for a few days until they cleared it up!

  “Don’t breathe a word about the film to anyone Seb, including Danny!”

  “Of course not, why would anyone have done it?”

  “Fuck only knows, but they obviously have a reason and no doubt we’ll find out soon enough.”

  “We haven’t done anything wrong and it was in our own room not somewhere public,” said Seb in his naivety. “I can’t see what anyone could gain from it.”

  Without warning, Davy jumped up and punched him full pelt in the face.

  “You fucking stupid bastard! Have you any idea what something like that could do to me? Half of the fucking people I do business with don’t even know I’m fucking gay, this could fucking ruin me!”

  Seb was hysterical, he hadn’t come from a violent background and the sheer force of the punch had left him dazed and sobbing.

  “Stop fucking crying” ordered Davy, “you’re acting like a girl!”

  Seb could barely speak as he stood up and headed for the door.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” shouted Davy.

  Seb didn’t answer him; he just carried on walking too upset to even look at him. Davy sprang to his feet and grabbed him by the arm.

  “Let me go,” screamed Seb “you’re frightening me!”

  Davy punched him again. Seb tried to get away, he was screaming at Davy.

  “Leave me alone Davy, it’s not my fault someone did this!”

  Davy punched him again knocking him to the floor and then straddling him grabbed his hair and bashed his head several times on the floor. Hailing blows down on his face and chest.

  “How long do you think your fucking glittering career will last if that film becomes public Seb?”

  As he waited for Seb to reply, he momentarily regained some of his composure. Looking down at his lover, he felt guilty. He was well aware that Seb was a very gentle man and that he was no match for him. His face was bruised and swollen and there was a large bloody split on his lip. Davy released his grip and then gently swept Seb’s hair away from his face. Seb just stared at him, still unable to understand the violent outburst that his lover had just inflicted upon him. Realising that Davy appeared to have calmed down, he tearfully asked Davy to let him get up.

  Davy stayed astride him.

  “I’m sorry Seb; I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

  Then he leaned forward to kiss him, but Seb turned his head away. Davy tried to make what had happened seem less than it was.

  “Come on Seb, kiss me don’t play hard to get. I’ve said I was sorry; now let’s just forget about it.”

  “Please let me get up Davy I want to go home,” said Seb with tears streaming down his face.

  “You are home.”

  “Please let me get up Davy.”

  “What if I want to ravage your body?” said Davy still trying to make light of it.

  “Please, I just want to go home Davy, we can talk about it another time.”

  Davy knew his outburst had really disturbed him, but the last thing he wanted to do was let him leave. Again he tried to kiss him; but again Seb turned his head away. Davy was almost lying on him trying to kiss him. After struggling for several moments, he finally held Seb’s head and pushed his lips hard onto his. Seb struggled to break away, but Davy had him pinned down and once again he tried to make a joke.

  “I like it when you play hard to get Seb, maybe we should do this again because it’s making me horny.”

  He had hoped that Seb would respond but he didn’t, he just lay there begging him to let him get up.

  Finally, Davy stood up and held out his hand to help him up, although Seb took it, he immediately let go once he was up on his feet. Trembling and crying he told Davy he wanted to go home. Davy tried to put on the charm by saying loving things to him and trying to coax him round, but Seb was indifferent. He just stood there trembling and repeating over and over that he wanted to go home. Eventually Davy talked him into staying long enough for a drink. Seb sat on the sofa while Davy poured them a drink. Handing him the glass, he sat down beside him and put his arm around him, but Seb leaned away. Totally trying to ignore what was happening, Davy looked at him and suggested going to bed as it was almost four o’clock in the morning. Seb didn’t reply, he just sat there trembling, clutching his glass with both hands. Davy was fast running out of patience.

  “Fucking answer me Seb!”

  “Are you going to hit me again Davy?”

  “No, I’m not going to hit you and I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  “I can’t believe what you did, look at my face. I won’t be able to work for days. I don’t think I can be with you Davy, I thought you were kind and caring, but you’re not. You’re mean and violent, I should never have moved in. I think it’s best if we just go our separate ways. I cannot live with that type of violence; maybe we’ve just done things too quickly.”

  “I know I shouldn’t have treated you that way, but I said I was sorry. I love you Seb, but I won’t beg.”

  “Would you call me a cab please?”

  “No I won’t, because I don’t want you to go. I love you and I want us to sort this out. Surely you’re not going to let this one incident ruin our relationship? You know how good we are together; just give me a chance to show you how good it can be.” Davy leaned over and kissed his lips as he ran his hand up his leg. Seb didn’t respond how he hoped, but at least he didn’t turn away. He continued to touch him, undoing Seb’s trousers and pushing his hand inside and taking hold of Seb’s cock, he said “That feels good doesn’t it?”

  Then he moved his head down towards his open trousers, despite Seb saying, “Davy please don’t!”

  Once he took him into his mouth, he could feel Seb’s erection growing, but he was still not responding in other ways. Davy really did a number on him; under different circumstances it probably would have been considered a great blow job. A couple of times, Seb asked him to stop, but Davy ignored him and continued to blow him. He knew there would be a point at which he would not be able to resist him. Davy knew he was back in control when Seb ran his fingers through his hair before gripping it, followed by some sighs of pleasure. A few minutes later he was coming, he really hadn’t wanted any sexual contact, but Davy had made it impossible to resist. As Davy lifted his head, he asked him to roll over.

  Seb never spoke; he just did what he’d been asked. Davy gently pushed him over the arm of the sofa. With Seb now lying at an angle with his knees on the floor and his chest over the arm Davy tugged at Seb’s trousers until they were round his ankles, then he undid his own trousers and lined up his favoured position. Although he entered him gently, his sexual urge was to thrust himself into him, but he managed to control himself because he didn’t want to cause him any more pain. Kissing his back as he gently moved back and forth inside him. Just before he came, he leaned right over him, going into him as deep as he could and whispered in his ear he loved him. Then he gave one last thrust and came, staying inside him as he said, “Don’t leave me Seb, you know th
is is where you want to be. We can work this out.”

  When he stood up and pulled his trousers up, Seb rolled over to a sitting position. After doing his trousers up, he just sat there looking at Davy, who had sat back down with one leg bent under him so he was facing Seb. Gently he stroked the side of Seb’s face with one hand whilst squeezing his hand with the other. He was desperate for him to say something as he kept telling him that he loved him, but the film had just had such an effect on him. Finally, Seb looked at him.

  “I’m not like you Davy, I would never hurt you. I realise how terrible the film was, but it wasn’t my fault. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again. I thought we would be together for ever, now I’m not sure if I want to be with you. I’m sorry but that’s how I feel. I was so afraid when you hit me.”

  He had to stop talking because he was crying and still in a state of shock. Despite just having had sex, the trauma of Davy’s attack was still fresh in his mind. He felt totally exhausted by the whole event, combined with the fact that it was now turned five in the morning and neither of them had slept since the night before.

  “Can we try and work this out Seb? I won’t let you just walk out of my life. Just give me a chance, how can I prove to you that it will be great again, if you leave me? Let’s go to bed, we’re both tired; we can talk about it tomorrow. Things will be different once we’ve slept. Maybe we could go away for a couple of days? It would do us both good. Once your studio is finished, I doubt we’ll get much time together.”

  Seb stared at him and just nodded his head. Davy stood up and held out his hand, helping him up. Seconds later he was leading him to the bedroom.

  They were both naked as they lay in bed. Seb’s face and chest were hurting from the beating. Getting up he went into the en-suite, where he ran a flannel under the cold tap and applied it to his swollen face. Davy watched him as he made his way back to the bed.

  Seb lay on his back to keep his head straight, so that the flannel would stay on his face. Davy propped himself up and looked down on him, kissing him as he slowly moved his hand down under the duvet. Seb was flaccid and didn’t want what was happening. Calmly he asked Davy to leave him alone, he was tired.