The O'Brien Way (8 page)

“Well of course it is.”
Virginia
filled the glass she kept beside the sink with water and took her pills.

“Would you mind if Sean came to dinner on Sunday?” He held his breath, hoping for a positive response.

“I guess I could make my fried chicken you like so much. Your friend does eat meat, doesn’t he?” she asked, one greying eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Mom, Sean’s a meat eater.” Moby walked over and kissed her cheek. “Thanks. I’m sure he’d love your fried chicken.”

Virginia
stepped away from him, but Moby could tell she was pleased at the loving gesture. “I’m going to bed,” she proclaimed without looking back.

Moby glanced at the clock and shook his head. It was only eight. No wonder his mom got up at the crack of dawn. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer before turning off the kitchen light.

Entering the living room he smiled at the picture
Jilly
made. Curled up on the couch,
Jilly’s
head rested on the large down doggy-coat his mom had insisted on buying. Instead of waiting for Christmas morning, Moby’s mom had given the gift to the Rottweiler as soon as they’d returned home. She’d argued that a dog didn’t know what Christmas was so it didn’t make sense to keep
Jilly
from being warm leading up to a day she wouldn’t understand anyway. Moby had eventually given in. Looking at his beloved dog, he was glad he had.
Jilly
loved her new coat.

Moby pushed
Jilly
over enough to make a spot for
himself
on the couch. “You’re so damn spoiled,” he teased and scratched
Jilly
behind the ears.

Jilly
lifted her head and yawned before settling back down on her coat.

Moby took a drink of his beer and turned on the television. Although it wasn’t the way he’d hoped to spend his evening, he felt better after talking to Sean. He settled in for some quality time with his DVR and his best friend.

* * * *

Moby shook the snow from his hair as he stepped through the door of O’Brien’s. It had been a slow drive, but the road had been cleared enough to make it possible. He glanced towards the bar and Sean’s eyebrows drew together.

“Can I speak to you before you clock in?” Sean asked, scowling. “Jay? Can you keep an eye on the front for me? I’ll just be a second.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Jay answered with a big grin on his face.

Moby followed Sean to the back of the kitchen. He was surprised when Sean stopped at the door leading to his apartment. “Is there something wrong?”

“Yeah, follow me,” Sean said, taking the steps two at a time.

Moby did as instructed, wondering what had changed since their phone conversation the previous evening. Before he had a chance to ask, Sean turned and pulled him into his arms.

“I can’t get you off my mind,” Sean moaned, kissing Moby’s neck. Sean’s hard cock rubbed against Moby’s, setting Moby’s body on fire.

“Ah, hell,” Moby groaned. He reached down and unfastened Sean’s jeans. “Fuck me,” he growled.

Sean reached into his pocket before holding up a condom. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Lube,” Moby cautioned. He wasn’t opposed to having Sean’s cock buried inside him. As a matter of fact, he yearned for it, but a dry fuck had never appealed to him.

With a chuckle, Sean dug back into his pocket and produced a packet of lube. Moby recognised the brand from the vending machine in the men’s restroom. “Good thinking,” he said, unzipping and ridding himself of his jeans as fast as he could.

Moby started towards the bedroom but was stopped and swung around to face Sean. With a feral look in his eyes, Sean pushed Moby against the wall.

“Where are you going?” Sean asked, reaching behind Moby’s balls to brush over his hole.

Moby’s eyes closed as Sean plunged one long finger deep into his body. “I’m fucking you right here, right now,” Sean informed Moby. He removed his finger and spun Moby to face the wall. “Spread ’
em
.”

With his feet apart and his hands braced solidly against the wall, Moby stuck his ass out as far as it would go. “Well, what’re you waiting for?”

Sean handed the packet of lube to Moby. “Hold this for me, sweetheart.”

Moby took the offered slick and waited for Sean to sheath himself.

“Okay,” Sean said, holding up three fingers.

After squeezing the contents of the packet onto Sean’s fingers, he tossed the trash to the floor and braced himself once again. It was obvious their coupling would be a quick one. Not only were both of them incredibly horny, but they needed to get back downstairs. Sean’s willingness to take time out of their work schedule spoke volumes as far as Moby was concerned.

Sean fingered Moby’s hole for a few short moments before pressing the head of his cock to the opening. “Tell me if it’s too much too soon.”

“Just do it already,” Moby answered impatiently.

Despite his taunt, Sean took his time easing his way inside Moby. “Christ!” Moby howled at the burn of intrusion. When Sean paused and started to pull out, Moby slammed his hand against the wall. “Don’t you
dare.
Just fuck me.”

In one powerful thrust, Sean buried his cock as deep as it would go. “I don’t take orders well,” Sean said, slapping Moby’s ass.

Moby moaned at the sting. “And I don’t like to be teased,” he fired back.

“Fine, then you’d better hold on.” Sean grabbed Moby’s hips. He withdrew his cock before slamming it back in to the hilt. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Uh huh,” Moby managed to get out as Sean repeated the action, harder than before.

“I dreamt of you. In my mind, you slept with me, showered with me and shared your life with me.” Sean babbled as he continued to fuck Moby harder and faster than ever before.

Moby wondered if Sean realised what he was divulging. He kept his mouth shut and willed his shaking legs to hold him. When one of Sean’s hands wrapped around Moby’s cock, he knew he was lost.

“This is mine,” Sean growled, pumping Moby’s dick.
“As long as you agree to be with me, no sharing, not even a little.”

“No,” Moby agreed, wiping his forehead on his arm. “Nobody else,” he panted. Soon his mind shut down and his body’s needs took over. Moby began pushing back, impaling himself on Sean’s thick cock.

It was Sean’s thumb pressing against the slit on Moby’s cockhead that hurled him over the edge. There was no thought, no apprehension, just pure animal instinct as he shot his seed onto the floor at his feet.

The intensity of his release threatened to turn his legs to jelly. Thankfully Sean’s strong forearm was there to curl around Moby’s waist and hold him up.

“Stay with me,” Sean gasped as he delivered a quick succession of thrusts. The final jerk of Sean’s hips lifted Moby’s feet from the ground.

Afraid of meeting the wall with his face, Moby leant back against Sean and grabbed his lover behind the neck. The two men crumpled to the floor with Sean still buried inside Moby.

Moby was the first to recover, his gaze seeking out the watch on Sean’s wrist. He was surprised to find only seventeen minutes had elapsed since arriving at O’Brien’s. It seemed even a quickie with Sean left a lasting impression.

* * * *

On break, Moby ducked into the kitchen for a word with Jay. “So, you and
Erico
are for sure coming to Sean’s party, right?”

Jay closed the walk-in freezer and locked the door.
“Wouldn’t miss it, although
Erico
made a good suggestion.
He thinks you should have it at The Canoe. That way, not only will Sean be completely surprised, but he won’t feel obligated to clean up the mess afterwards.”

It only took a second for Moby to mull over the offer. “I’d appreciate that. Should I call
Erico
and officially ask him?”

“
Naw
.
I’ll seal the deal when I get home tonight,” Jay said with a wink.

“Thanks.” Moby tapped his finger on the counter. “I called his dad.”

Jay stopped walking and turned to face Moby. “You did what?”

Moby nodded. “I’m hoping it wasn’t the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but I thought it was important to let Devlin know that Sean had people here who care about him. From what I understand, the O’Brien family never celebrated Sean’s birthday or Christmas. I want Sean to have both this year whether his dad comes or not.”

“What did Devlin say?” Jay asked.

“He said he’d see what he could do, but he didn’t come off as overly excited by the prospect of travelling to
Wyoming
.” Moby shrugged. “We’ll see. I’ve done all I can do. The ball’s in his court now.”

Chapter Six

Sunday evening, Moby made it home from work about an hour before Sean was due to arrive. After a quick shower and change of clothes, he ventured into the kitchen to check on his mom.
“Smells good.”

Virginia
barely glanced up from the table. “I wish I had a set of china. Do you think your friend will mind eating off the everyday dishes?”

Moby studied the table. Despite the well-used plates, his mom had done an incredible job. Actually, he tried to remember a time when she’d ever dressed a table for dinner. “I think it’s beautiful, Mom.”

Finally looking up from the table,
Virginia
smiled. “Thank you. I’ve been watching too many of those decorating shows on cable, I guess.”

Moby shook his head and put an arm around his mom’s thin shoulders, giving her a slight hug. He wondered what his childhood would’ve been like if he’d had the woman at his side for a mother and not the brow-beaten wife of Bill Haines. “From the looks of this table, I’d say your time watching TV hasn’t been wasted.”

Jilly
started to bark, signalling Sean’s arrival. He squeezed his mom’s shoulder once more before releasing her. “I’ll keep Sean in the living room until you’re ready if that’s okay. If you need any help just holler.”

“Go and entertain your guest. Dinner should be ready within the next half hour.”

Moby entered the living room and snapped his fingers at the barking dog.
“Sit,
Jilly
.”

With a whine of annoyance,
Jilly
plopped her hind end down on the carpeted floor. Moby grinned. “Good girl.”

The doorbell rang just as Moby twisted the knob. With one pull, his night became even brighter. Sean grinned and Moby beckoned him inside. After shutting the door against the cold, Moby glanced over his shoulder and planted a brief but deep kiss on the man he couldn’t get out of his mind.

“
Mmm
,” Sean moaned when the kiss broke. “That’s a nice greeting.”

Moby smiled and grabbed the front of Sean’s coat, pulling him closer once more. “If we were alone, I would’ve opened the door naked,” he whispered against Sean’s lips before delving in for another kiss.

Sean’s thigh seemed to automatically insinuate itself between Moby’s legs, giving Moby’s erection something to rub against. As the kiss continued, Moby unfastened Sean’s coat to reach the man’s chest buried beneath a thick layer of down. Damn, he wanted nothing more than to strip the man and lead him to the bedroom. He was so fucking turned on, he found himself riding Sean’s muscled thigh with enthusiasm.

A noise from the kitchen eventually broke the spell of the moment and Moby untangled his tongue from Sean’s and pulled back. He shook his head and grinned. “We’d better be careful or my
mom’ll
dump me out into the street again.”

Sean stilled in the process of shedding his coat. “I thought your dad was the one who did that.”

Moby bit his bottom lip and held his hand out for Sean’s coat. “You’re right. I used to believe it was both my parents, but the more I get to know Mom, the more I realise she had very little say in anything that went on in this house.”

With an understanding expression on his handsome face, Sean reached out and cupped Moby’s cheek. “It sounds like things are starting to change between you and your mom. That’s good. You should take advantage of the time you have left with her.”

Moby leant in to the touch. He hoped Sean felt the same way about his own family. The previous day’s phone conversation with Devlin O’Brien had given Moby hope. Although he refused to commit himself fully to the idea of travelling to
Wyoming
, Devlin did tell Moby he was looking into flights.

Moby hung Sean’s coat in the closet before gesturing to the sofa. He’d forgotten all about
Jilly
, who still sat patiently waiting to be acknowledged by their guest. Moby scratched the back of
Jilly’s
ear as he passed by her. “Okay, baby girl. You can say hello to Sean.”

Jilly
rose immediately and stuck her nose in Sean’s crotch. Sean’s eyes rounded as he tried to brush the dog’s attention from the erection pressing against his jeans. Moby sat on the couch and chuckled at Sean’s obvious discomfort. “She’s a girl who knows what she likes. I can’t really yell at her when I’d be doing the same thing if my mom wasn’t in the other room.”

“Yeah, well, your nose is one thing, but I’ve never had a female anything so near my cock,” Sean said, finally breaking free of
Jilly
. “I should go in and say hi to
Virginia
.”

Moby shook his head and reached for Sean’s hand. “She knows you’re here. She told me to entertain you while she finished dinner.”

“But isn’t it kind of rude not to at least say hello?” Sean asked.

“Sean says hello, Mom!” Moby shouted.

“It’s good to have you here. Make
yourself
comfortable,”
Virginia
answered.

“See?” With a wide smile, Moby pulled Sean onto the couch. He couldn’t resist sliding his hand across the front of Sean’s jeans.

Sean’s eyebrows shot up and he moved Moby’s hand to his thigh. “Don’t get me in trouble.”

Moby turned on the television before curling himself against Sean’s side. He pressed his lips to the side of Sean’s neck and peppered several kisses to the lightly freckled skin. “I wish we were alone.”