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Loving Conor - Chapter 9
Conor had cried himself to sleep in my embrace a couple of hours ago. My arm had gone numb and my bladder was about to burst, but I stayed with him. I was finally forced to get up when Conor's phone continued to vibrate in his pack. Someone wanted to talk to Conor and they weren't giving up until he answered. I pulled the phone out and silenced it, then quietly slipped out of the room.
"Conor's phone, this is Brandon."
"Oh, thank goodness you answered! This is Kate. Conor left without signing the contract and Sean told me to get it to him before the day was over or he would fire me. I've never seen Sean this way before and... I don't know what's going on, but I really don't want to lose my job. Can I talk to Conor, please?"
The last thing I was going to do was wake Conor for something Sean wanted. I had to improvise.
"Kate, just relax and we'll work this out. If you want to deliver the papers to me, I can ensure Conor gets them, but they will not be signed today. If Sean has a problem with that, you can have him call me."
"Sean didn't say the contract has to be signed, just delivered. Where can we meet?"
There was no way I was giving up Conor's address, so I arranged for Kate to meet me at a coffee shop just down the road. Fortunately Kate was already out running errands and met me only a few minutes later. I had no idea if Conor would still be interested in the job or not, but he deserved the choice.
As soon as I got back to The House, I peeked into Conor's room to see that he was still sleeping, then made my way to the kitchen and called Charles to cancel our date. The catering service wasn't delivering today, so I foraged through the refrigerator and managed to put two decent plates together.
I snuck back into Conor's room and saw that his bed was empty, then heard him in the bathroom... singing an Irish tune. I sat the plates down, then poked my head in.
"Hey, B. Just getting ready for our date tonight."
I was a bit dumbfounded. "Conor? I, um, I already canceled with Charles... Are you okay?"
Conor's bright smile had returned in spades, and he walked over and pressed his lips against mine.
"I may never be, "okay", but I am done crying. Thanks for looking after me, B. Do I smell food?"
"Yeah, I put something together for us... Conor, I hate to have to bring this up, but we need to talk about what happened."
"It's okay, B, I know we do. Let's eat and talk, I'm hungry."
We took our plates to the kitchen since there was no one else around. I slid the envelope to Conor and explained how I ended up with it. Conor pushed the package aside and took my hands in his.
"You're incredible, B. I completely freak out about seeing my ex-lover, and all you think about are my needs? It's not fair for you to be caught in the middle of this mess. I don't know what game Sean is playing or why he thinks he can lead me in with a rigged contract, but I'm not falling for it."
I could tell Conor was trying to take my advice and let go of the past, but it's a different story entirely when your past becomes your present, or possibly even your future. I swallowed hard, knowing my next words could backfire, but I had to say them.
"Sean told me that he didn't know you were the same Conor from his past. I don't think the contract was a ruse, I think you earned it."
"So, you're saying that out of the billions of people on the planet, and the millions of people named Conor, Sean just happened to end up here, just happened to need a photographer, and just happened to find me? It doesn't add up, B."
I could easily have let it go and let Conor dismiss it all as a trick, but there was no way I could ever look in the mirror again and not feel guilty.
"Sean's eyes told a different story, Conor. I know the odds are astronomical, but I believe him. Would you at least look at the contract?"
Conor stared at me for a moment, then shook his head.
"I know you're looking out for my best interests, but even if it was all coincidence I can't fathom working with Sean, not after what he did to me."
"Do you mind if I look at it? Maybe you won't have to deal with Sean. I would hate to see you miss out on a big opportunity."
Conor smiled at me. "There you go again, putting me first. Go ahead and look if you want."
I broke the seal on the envelope and read through the multi-page document. The contract was for a one year term, broken down by the number of photo shoots and approximate hours needed for each. The photo sessions were spaced out, one per month, which should give Conor plenty of time for his other work. I scanned through two pages of legal jargon, then found the financial terms, and my jaw dropped. Conor would make nearly twice my yearly salary and continue receiving royalty fees should the photos be used again.
"Damn, babe, the job pays good."
"Okay, but what does it say about working with Sean?"
I flipped through another page and found the answer to Conor's question.
"It says you will work under the direction of the Marketing Division, but doesn't list any names."
"Well, Sean is the head of the division, so I don't see how I could avoid him."
"Just a second, I have one more page."
I flipped to the last page... which was not part of the contract. I should have handed the document to Conor without reading further, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Conor,
I cannot fathom what forces were put into motion for our paths to cross today. I have dreamt of your beautiful face since you left, but thought I would never see it again. I have no expectations of earning the right to call you my Chroi again, though my soul desperately longs for your forgiveness. I know you have questions, and I beg of you to let me answer them, for nothing was as it seemed to be.
If my presence here prevents you from signing the contract, then I will return to Dublin. You earned the account, Conor, and your work is as brilliant as you have ever been.
Le meas, Sean"
Although Sean had said nothing of gaining Conor's love again, I couldn't stop my hands from shaking.
"Conor, what does "Chroí", mean?"
"It means "heart..." wait, what are you reading?"
Conor reached out and grabbed the paper from my hands. I watched as my love's eyes grew clouded, but true to his word he was done crying, and no tear fell.
Again, I found myself betraying my own heart. "You deserve the truth. You should go to him."
Conor crumpled Sean's note into a ball and tossed it to the table, then stood up, straddled my legs, and sat on my lap.
"Listen, B. None of this matters to me right now. What does matter is us. I just want to get back to where we were. Can we do that, please?"
My heart melted and I was drawn into his green eyes as he spoke. I had done everything but hand Conor over to Sean, and he had chosen me. Conor grabbed the back of my hair and pressed his mouth against mine. My pulse quickened and the universe faded into nothingness once again. Conor slid his hands down my chest, pulled my shirt over my head, then started teasing my nipples. I felt the heat between my legs as my cock became engorged. Conor bucked his hips back and forth over my hardening bulge, then reached down and unbuttoned my shorts. Within moments Conor had both our cocks in his hand, jerking them off against each other. Conor sucked my lip between his teeth and gently bit down. I moaned at the slight pain. When my lip was released, I sucked Conor's tongue into my mouth. Once again time was lost in the moment. We continued to make out as Conor stroked our precum covered cocks. Conor's breath became ragged and his hand moved faster. My abs tensed, and I moaned as I felt the heat rise up inside me.
My brain registered that someone walked into the room, but it was too late. Conor's jizz hit my face and chest one second before mine did. With no way to stop or conceal what we were doing, I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the final shots of cum as it streamed from my body. Conor moaned and buried his face in my neck... then said "Oh shit." at the sound of Sam's voice.
"Well my panties are wet now."
Sam wasn't alone, and of course Tom had to add his two cent comment. "My panties are wet, too. Fuck that was hot."
Conor kept his head down and said "Could you two give us some privacy, please?"
Sam laughed. "I hate to tell you, dear, but it's a little late for that, and there's a few more than two of us in here."
"They're all back, aren't they, B?"
"Yep, and they brought pizza."
The pizza delivery guy stood with a surprised look on his face, holding a stack of boxes.
"Ummmm, where do you want these pies?"
Conor's body started shaking and his laugh was contagious. The room was soon filled with a chorus of laughter as everyone filtered the rest of the way inside.
Sam tossed me a roll of paper towels. I put my dick away, cleaned myself off, and put my shirt back on. Conor zipped up then grabbed the cum covered towels along with the contract and Sean's note, walked over and tossed them in the trash bin, then sat back in my lap. Sam noticed that the plates I had made were still untouched. "It looks like you two skipped dinner and went straight for dessert. There's plenty of pizza, if you want to join us."
The delivery guy had set the boxes out on two tables, obviously waiting for his tip as Rick and Tanya were inspecting the pizzas. Tanya looked at the tag on the young man's shirt and said, "I think Jerome deserves his tip, babe." Rick said, "Yeah, and I think this pizza needs one more topping." I don't know if Jerome caught on as quick as I did, but I looked at Conor and said, "They wouldn't!" Conor shook his head and said, "Oh yes, they would."
Tanya took two steps toward Jerome then went to her knees. Jerome looked surprised but didn't offer any resistance as Tanya unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out. All eyes were on Jerome's thick meat as it quickly grew in Tanya's mouth. Jerome tilted his head back and said, "Oh fuck yea, baby, suck it." Rick grabbed one of the pizzas and dropped down next to Tanya who pushed Jerome's cock to his waiting mouth. Jerome looked shocked and said, "Dude, I'm not ga... oh fuck!"
Rick swallowed at least nine inches of thick cock down his throat in one gulp. Jerome moaned loudly and started pumping his hips, holding Rick's head while he fucked his mouth. Tanya watched for a moment, then grabbed Rick by the hair, pulling him off of Jerome's dick. Jerome looked down and thrust his cock deep into Tanya's throat, then pulled out and slammed into Rick's mouth. Jerome alternated between the two cocksuckers until he finally stiffened and grunted. "Fuck, I'm `bout to... ugggggg!" Rick quickly lifted the box while Tanya aimed Jerome's spewing cock, and jets of cum sprayed all over the pizza. Rick barely managed to grab two slices before a myriad of hands took the remaining pieces. Jerome stuffed his dick back in his pants and said, "Y'all are fucking crazy." but yelled out "Ask for me the next time you order!" as he left the room.
The initial surprise at such a bold move had worn off, and all I could do was laugh. I looked around the room at the people that called this place their Spring Break home... I was growing accustomed to the group of crazies, and I wasn't sure I could ever go back to hanging out with "normal" people again. Conor walked over and grabbed one of the pizzas and set it on our table, then bent over and kissed me. "Here you go, B, before the special sauce gets added."
Conor and I enjoyed our cum-free pizza with Tom and Sam. Sam explained that it had started pouring rain, so the group decided to abandon the Mardi Gras parade early. When we were done eating, I went back to my role as bartender and Conor ran the lights and music. I served drinks for a couple hours while everyone danced and had a good time. I finally felt the day catch up to me, then grabbed Conor's hand we retreated to his room.
I wrapped my arms around my love from behind, pressed my slick body into his, and kissed his sweet neck. The hot water once again rinsing the events of the day from our bodies. Words were few as we simply enjoyed each other's presence. It had been a long day, and a roller coaster ride of emotions, but as Conor had said... none of it mattered. Here and now, we were one, surrounded by an impenetrable shell of togetherness. We would soon climb into bed, too tired to do anything but sleep. The morning would bring a new beginning, and we would face the day together... and that was all that mattered.
I had just drifted off to sleep, snuggled next to Conor, when a loud vibrating sound woke me. Conor slapped the nightstand a few times until he found his phone, then looked to see who it was.
"Sorry, B. it's my mom. It must be important for her to be calling at this hour."
"Hi Mom, are you okay?"
"Oh, good you had me worried."
"Well, because it's late over there."
"Yes, Brandon is still my boyfriend... why are you calling, mom?"
"Oh shit, you didn't!"
"Seriously, mom, you should have talked to me first."
"No, I'm not mad... let's talk about it later, okay?"
"Good night, mom. I love you too."
Conor ended the call then covered his face and yelled into his hands. "Fuck!"
"What's the matter, babe?"
"My mom told Sean where I live, B. He's on his way here right now."
"Oh, that's not good. You want me to tell him to go away?"
"No... he needs to hear it from me, but I do want you with me if that's okay."
"Of course, whatever you need."
Conor took a deep breath then kissed me. "Let's get dressed and get this over with."
As we put our clothes on, someone knocked at the door. Conor took another deep breath, then opened it part way. It was Sam. "I'm sorry, but there's someone here to see you. He said he's an old friend and it's important. I left him in the kitchen. His name is... Shit!"
"It's Sean, Conor. Please talk to me!" Sean had apparently followed Sam and was standing right behind her, but Sam wasn't moving out of his way.
"I have nothing to say to you, Sean. Just leave, and leave me alone!"
Another voiced blaired from the behind the door, Tom's voice. "You heard him, dick face. Go!"
Conor started to shut the door, then Sean yelled out again.
"My dad found out about us, Conor! He nearly killed me!"
Conor paused, then slowly opened the door. I recalled Conor's story of being beaten by his father, and I could see the pain and understanding in his eyes.
"It's okay, guys, let him in."
As soon as Conor closed the door, Sean looked at me. "I was hoping we could talk alone." Conor said, "This is my boyfriend, Brandon. Anything you have to say, you can say in front of him. You have twenty seconds to convince me not to toss you out!"
Sean looked at me again, then Conor. "Like I said, my dad found out about us. I was in the middle of sending you an email and didn't realize he was reading over my shoulder. He said that I was no longer his son, then he beat me until I went unconscious. I woke up locked in my room."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. You know I would have helped you somehow, but you chose to turn on me... on our relationship. You chose to hate me, Sean. I've moved on and so should you. You should go now."
Conor started to open the door again, but Sean didn't budge.
"Wait, Conor! Whatever nasty emails you got were from him, not me. He said that if I ever spoke about you, he would hunt you down and do what your father failed to do... that he would kill you! We moved to the country then. I had no phone or computer, and no way to reach you. I ran away once and went back to our old neighborhood. I was going to find out where you moved to and find you somehow, but your mom wasn't home. I slept on your porch for two days waiting for her, but finally had to go back or starve. My dad was out of town then, and my mom didn't tell him, which was the only thing that saved me... and as far as I knew, the only thing that saved you."
Conor's face turned ghostly white. "All those years... you obviously left home, why didn't you..."
"Because I knew you would move on, Conor. I knew you would find someone else, and it wouldn't be fair of me to barge back into your life... but then there you were, right in front of me. I just want you to know the truth. I... I just want your forgiveness."
Tears poured from Sean's eyes as Conor embraced him. "If there were anything to forgive, I would."
I stood watching Conor and Sean in each other's arms, trying to hold my emotions in check. The contrast was striking, Conor's fair features against Sean's midnight black hair and dark eyes. The beauty of the reunion was overwhelming, and even I couldn't hold back the tears. Abuse and lies had torn the two apart for years, but they were finally reunited by the truth. I couldn't escape the significance of the moment, however. Conor and Sean were once in love, and now... now all I could do was trust. Conor's heart would guide him, and I wouldn't want anything less than his complete happiness.
"It looks like you two have some catching up to do. I'll go for a walk."
Sean let go of Conor and shook his head. "No, I should get going before Aidan worries." Sean pulled his phone out of his pocket and brought up a picture. "It seems we are both attracted to older men... no offense, Brandon."
I looked at the photo of a handsome man around my age and said, "None taken."
Conor wiped the tears from his face and smiled, then put an arm around my waist and said, "I'm happy for you, Sean. Maybe we can all get together sometime, if that's not too weird?" I squeezed my boyfriend tight against me, and said, "After spending time here, nothing is weird anymore." Sean asked, "What is this place? I passed by three people having sex out there... and there's a room at the end of the hall..." Conor laughed and said, "I'll try and explain as I walk you to the door."
Sean took two steps and said, "Oh, one more thing." then pulled an envelope from his vest pocket and handed it to Conor. "I have a feeling you tossed the one I sent. The account is still yours if you want it, but I'll need to know soon. Conor took the package and smiled, then the two walked out together, Conor's sweet voice faded as the door shut in front of me. "So, we call this place The House. It's hard to explain, but it's a resort for..."
To be continued...