Call Me Part 4

Call Me

Part 4

For Eamon, the next few weeks were filled with classes, meetings, and planning what to do after graduation. His biggest concern, the one that kept him awake at night, was a potential employer finding out what he did to put himself through school. How was he going to handle that question? He could lie and say he inherited the money like Troy had. But that could come back to bite him on the ass. Eamon decided he needed to talk to someone before the worry gave him an ulcer.

He made an appointment with Lily Evans, his on campus therapist. Eamon had first met Dr. Evans about a month into his first quarter. He’d been trying to deal with the stress of starting college and hiding his profession from everyone. Dr. Evans was one of two people on campus who knew Eamon was a high-paid escort.

Eamon sighed as sat outside of her office late one Friday afternoon. He always had the last appointment of the day. They had figured out early on it was for the best because their meetings tended to run long. His phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he smiled when he saw the name on the screen. Troy had an uncanny knack for knowing when Eamon was feeling overwhelmed. He tapped out a quick response, shaking his head as he put his phone away.

“Eamon.” He looked up to see Dr. Evans smiling at him. “Come on in.”

He stood, picked up his bag, and walked into her office. He loved her office. It was comfortable and filled with the calming scent of lavender. Putting his bag down beside the love seat situated near the window, Eamon curled up in the corner.

Dr. Evans sat in a chair at the opposite end of the couch. She smiled. “So, what’s been going on since we last talked?”

“Troy and Deacon finally decided on a house.” Eamon laughed. “Those two fought over the smallest details. It was a surprise when they announced they’d found the perfect place.”

“I’m sure.” She smiled. “What has you darkening my doorstep this early in the quarter?”

Eamon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “A friend is helping me figure out how to get out of my current profession, and I’m worried about finding a real job.”

“You’re worried someone will discover you’ve been working as an escort. I know you had an internship last spring as a translator. Have you applied for any internships this quarter?” She made a note on her Galaxy Note tablet.

Eamon shook his head.

“Well, I might be able to help. I have a friend who is looking for someone with your skills. She also won’t be bothered by your current profession.”

To say Eamon was surprised would have been an understatement. He was stunned. “How can you be so sure?”

Dr. Evans smiled. “Let’s say that I have touted your language skills quite heavily. She is very interested in meeting you.”

“Who is this paragon?” Eamon grinned back.

“My partner, Genevieve Sato.”

Eamon’s mouth went dry. “Genevieve Sato? The jewelry designer?”

“Yes. She needs an assistant who speaks fluent Chinese. The fact that you also have Japanese and Korean under your belt is a bonus as far as she’s concerned.” Dr. Evans continued making notes.

Eamon swallowed the lump in his throat. He was freaking out. His palms were sweating and his whole body was shaking. He was a huge fan of Genevieve Sato. Her designs were cutting edge. “Would this be a real job or an internship?”

“Probably an internship until you graduate. Then, and knowing Gen like I do, you’d be hired at graduation.” Dr. Evans looked up calmly. “Are you interested?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Eamon laughed.

****

Ivy was sitting in the quad. The only place he could effectively escape his father was living on campus. Friends had asked why he lived in the dorms when he had a cushy place in the Hills. He always shrugged and said he didn’t want to fight traffic every day. Plus, it was easier to be on campus all the time especially when he was working on a project or paper.

The real reason was the fact the he could see Eamon. He’d first met the beautiful blond when they’d had an English class together. It hadn’t surprised Ivy to discover Eamon was an escort. It had surprised him to find out Eamon was servicing his father. That had made Ivy’s blood boil.

Eamon was worth so much more than being Basil Harrington’s whore. 

A mirth filled voice pulled Ivy out of his thoughts. He knew when he looked up Eamon would be walking past. Ivy’s stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies. But the look of pure joy on Eamon’s face almost did him in. Ivy had seen Eamon smile, but he’d never seen this. Eamon looked angelic.

Ivy couldn’t hear the conversation, but something good had happened. He would just have to figure out a way to learn just what had his love in such good spirits.

****

Remus laughed as Eamon regaled him with the surprising turn of events. Remus knew Dr. Evans was one of the really good therapists on campus. His mom had nothing but good things to say about the doctor.

“Well, why don’t I come to your place with lots of food? We can celebrate your impending interview.”

Eamon chuckled, filling Remus with warmth. “Yes, please. I’m starving. Breakfast was banana and lunch was an apple.”

They talked until Eamon was in his car. Remus hadn’t mentioned that he was already picking up a Chinese and Indian. He’d decided no matter what happened when Eamon talked with Dr. Evans that he was going to spend his rare Friday night off with him.

Remus was already sitting in the driveway when Eamon pulled up.

“You planned this didn’t you?” Eamon teased as they walked up on the porch of Eamon’s house. Unlocking the door, Eamon led the way into the living room. Remus always felt like a giant when he was here.

“Yeah.” Remus shrugged. He walked over to the small dining table and set the bags of food down.

He hadn’t heard Eamon walk up behind and was surprised when Eamon pressed up against his back. “I’m glad you did.”

Remus turned, wrapping his arms around Eamon. Staring down into pools of shimmering green, Remus didn’t even think. He just lowered his head until their lips met. He’d meant it to be a quick, chaste peck, but a rush of longing swept over him.

He mashed his lips against Eamon’s. Teeth clattering together. Tongues dueling. Intense desire hovered in the air around them. Remus’ cock was harder than he could remember and it throbbed when he felt Eamon grind his own erection into Remus’ thigh.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting. Eamon dropped his head to Remus’ shoulder and shivered. “That was way better than in my dreams,” Eamon said softly.

Remus had to fight the grin that wanted to explode on his face. Eamon dreamed of kissing him. Unreal. “Well, we could do it again. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”

Eamon giggled. “You know if you want to kiss me again, all you have to do is ask.” He looked up into Remus’ eyes.

Remus cupped Eamon’s face in his big hands. “May I kiss you again?”

“God, yes.”

Call Me Part 3

Call Me

Part 3

“You’re late.”

He sighed. Of course, he was late. Even arriving two days early, the bastard would consider him late. “Hello, father. You’re looking…well.”

Basil Harrington glanced up from the menu in his hand. His eyes narrow as he looked at his son. “Ivy…”

“What? You do. The last time I saw you, you were rather stressed.” Ivy smiled. “Today, you look relaxed. Calm.”

Basil leaned back in his chair. The waiter stepped up, filling glasses of water and taking their orders. As soon as he was out of ear shot, Basil crossed his arms over his chest. “And what have you been up to, son? How was Paris? Your mother doing well?”

Ivy wanted to stand up and flip the table over. God, he hated this man. From an early age, Ivy had seen his friends with their fathers and none of them were treated with the contempt Ivy was by his father. He’d asked his mother once if his father had wanted children. She’d told him no. He wanted an heir.

Ivy took a deep breath and picked up his water, sipping it before responding. “Well, classes begin next week. So, I’ve been reconnecting with professors and study partners. Paris was beautiful as always. And mother is doing very well. Rather disgustingly well and just barely older than me.”

One thing Ivy had never understood about his parents was their ability to live in separate parts of the world, living their own lives like their marriage didn’t exist. It had been this way since he was sixteen. He didn’t think they’d ever divorce. Not that it would matter in the end anyway.

“Yes, I know about her current paramour, and he’s actually about ten years older than you.” Basil didn’t smile with his lips, but it was there in his eyes.

Ivy wanted nothing more than to pummel the man until he bled. He certainly didn’t want to be sitting in a restaurant, having idle chit-chat with his father. Before he could say anything more the waiter was back with their lunch and the topic changed to Ivy’s last year of college. He could answer college and career questions in his sleep which gave his mind the opportunity to figure out a way to bring Basil to his knees. Ivy smirked into his water glass. What would father think if he knew I knew his secret?

****

Eamon opened his car door and climbed out. Shutting it, he leaned against his car. “Hey,” he said softly, looking at the ground.

“You know, we don’t have to go inside. We could go to your house or mine and talk. I can call and order pizza.” Remus’ fingers barely grazed Eamon’s cheek.

“Is Romulus home?” Eamon peered up through his bangs.

Remus shook his head. “You know Rom. When he’s “serious,” he spends a week with whoever has captured his attention.”

Eamon snorted. “Let’s go to your house. Troy has a habit of showing up at odd times.” He climbed back into his car and rolled the window down. “I’ll see you there in a bit. Yeah?”

Remus nodded. “Yeah.”

Eamon smiled and waved as he turned the ignition. He watched Remus hurry across the lot, phone to his ear. Going to Remus’ was a much better idea. Eamon really didn’t want to break down in public. He was beyond stressed and scared. Basil Harrington scared him. Eamon also wanted the ability to sit curled up in Remus’ arms. Something about the big man always made Eamon feel safe. Cherished.

****

Remus wasn’t far behind Eamon in traffic. To his mind, that was a good thing. He could be able to keep an eye on Eamon and be there quickly if he had any problems. But they made it to Remus’ without incident.

By the time Remus had parked, Eamon was standing on the front porch paying the delivery guy. They’d timed the pizza perfectly. Remus waved at the young man who regularly delivered to his house as he got back in his car and drove away.

Eamon was sniffing the box when Remus joined him. “Hungry, blondie?”

Eamon bumped against Remus. “Yeah, baldie.”

Remus chuckled. This teasing was normal for them. It was comfortable and obviously something Eamon needed. They went in the house, with Eamon heading straight to the kitchen. Remus dumped his keys, wallet, and phone on the entry table as he passed on his way.

When he stepped into the kitchen, Eamon was leaning against the island, shoulders shaking. Remus walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his friend, the man he was in love with.

Eamon turned and buried his face in Remus’ chest. “Help me. Please help me get away from my life.” The quiet tears Remus had walked in on became full blown, gut-wrenching sobs.

Remus held Eamon tight and kissed his head. “Anything, baby. You know I will do anything to help you.” Remus just hoped he could.

Call Me Part 2

Call Me

Part 2

“So when can we do this again?”

Never. Was the word that popped instantly to mind as Eamon sat in a chair wrapped in a fluffy white robe, watching as his last client for a few weeks got redressed. “I’ll text you. I’m taking some time off.”

The man, Basil Harrington, chuckled as he buttoned his five hundred dollar white dress shirt. “Is it possible to take a vacation in this profession?” He tucked in his shirttails into the pants of his Gucci suit. The condescension in his voice was only one of the myriad of reasons Eamon wanted to end their relationship.

All Eamon wanted was for Basil to leave so he could wash off the slimy feeling making his skin crawl. The same one he had every time they were together. From the very beginning, Basil had wanted Eamon, exclusively. But Eamon knew better. The man had a wife and kids. That was a territory Eamon didn’t even want to cross over into. Freedom was something Eamon clung to tenanciously.

A firm grip on his shoulder pulled Eamon away from his thoughts. He looked up into Basil’s dark, almost black eyes. Eamon licked his lips nervously. The leering gaze on Basil’s face forced Eamon to swallow back the bile that had risen into the back his throat.

Basil leaned close. “Be a good boy, and maybe I’ll plan a trip up north for us. You and me. Alone for a week in the wine country.”

“Sounds good.” Eamon gave him a small, half-smile.

Basil trailed his thumb across Eamon’s full lips. “I love this mouth.” He leaned down and kissed Eamon. Hard and domineering. It was always that way just before Basil left.

When Basil pulled away, Eamon looked up through bangs that had gotten unruly. He watched as Basil elegantly slid into his suit jacket and adjusted his watch. Basil walked to the door, never looking back. But just before he opened it to leave, he said, “I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”

Eamon waited until the door closed before he ran to the bathroom and threw up. He really needed to figure out how to get away from Basil Harrington without endangering his life. Eamon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood and turned on the shower. Standing under the hot, stinging spray, a crazy thought entered his mind. Maybe Remus could help.

****

Sitting in an alcove in the hotel’s lobby, a young man watched as Basil Harrington stepped off the elevator and walked regally out to his waiting limo. If anyone had been watching the young man, they would have seen his angelic features change into a fierce snarl.

“Bastard.” He growled out in a whisper. He hated that man more than anything. He hated what Harrington and his ilk did to his sweet, sweet Eamon. But he couldn’t do anything about the others. Harrington, though, he could take down. And he would. He just needed a little more time.

The ding of the elevators drew his attention. He looked up to see Eamon striding across the lobby. Damp hair pulled back into a tail, Eamon appeared frazzled. Not a normal state. The young man bit his lip as he pondered what had happened to upset him.

He stood and followed Eamon out of the hotel. Eamon had stopped and was holding his phone to his ear. The young man moved to where he could hear at least one side of the conversation.

“Hey, Remus. Sorry to bother you.” Eamon’s laugh was strained. “Yeah…I know. Um…could you meet me?”

The young man strained to hear where Eamon and this Remus were meeting but a car driving by hindered him from making anything out.

“Okay. I’ll see you in twenty. Thanks.” Eamon slipped his phone into his back pocket and walked off toward the parking lot.

He wanted to run to his car and follow Eamon to meet this mystery man. But a quick glance at his watch caused him to curse. He was going to be late to his weekly lunch with his old man. He shrugged. It didn’t matter. He’d seen Eamon again soon.

****

Remus wiped his towel over his sweating head. He really wished he had time for a quick shower, but from the tone of Eamon’s voice, he was upset. Remus stripped off his sweaty T-shirt and cut-off sweats as he walked from his home gym to his bedroom. It was a good thing Romulus was with his flavor of the week.

Standing in nothing but a black jock, Remus stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He quickly washed off with a wet cloth. What was it about Eamon that made Remus drop everything? It had been that way from the moment they’d met.

Remus shook his head. He needed to get his ass dressed and out the house if he was going to meet Eamon on time. Remus pulled on a worn pair of Levi’s and soft, dark blue shirt. Picking up his keys, wallet, and phone from the dresser, he rushed out to his car.

He pulled into the diner’s parking lot with barely two minutes to spare. Remus scanned the lot, but didn’t immediately see Eamon’s car. Parking, he saw the black Camry sitting under a tree on the side of the building. He could also see Eamon hunched over the steering wheel.

Remus parked and slammed his hand on the dash board. Something had happened and Remus wanted to beat the man bloody who’d caused Eamon’s distress. Taking a deep breath, Remus eased out of his car and over to where Eamon was sitting. He didn’t want to startle Eamon by tapping on the window, so he pulled his phone out and sent him a text.

He watched Eamon slowly sit up and wipe his face off. All Remus wanted to do was take the beautiful man home, hold him close, and take away all the pain.

Call Me Part 1

Call Me

Part 1

September

Eamon yawned as he watched Troy and company frolic in the pool at Troy and Deacon’s new house. Eamon hadn’t been to bed, umm…to sleep in almost forty-eight hours and he was exhausted. He was never happier for summer to be on the way out than he was at that moment. At least he’d been able to swing by his house, shower, and change. He really didn’t want to show up at his brother’s party reeking of sex. He would have been late before he’d shown up without taking a shower.

A cool hand touching his arm jerked Eamon awake. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Eamon peered up into a warm amber gaze he would love to fall into. He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to doze off.” He stretched and caught that look again. The one Remus gave him when he didn’t think Eamon was paying attention.

“Long night?” Remus cleared his throat and looked away. Eamon hated that pained expression on Remus’ face. Remus was the closest thing Eamon had to a best friend these days, but he knew Remus hated his job.

Eamon sighed. “Long couple of days. At least my schedule lightens up beginning next week.”

Remus gave him a sad smile. “That’s right classes begin soon. Mom was complaining the other night about updating syllabi.”

“I can only imagine. I had about a dozen emails from professors, my advisor, and classmates all trying to coordinate schedules.” Eamon laughed. “At least I’ll be graduating next June. Then I have to decide if I’m going to grad school or trying to find a real job.”

“Well, since I’ve heard your Japanese, Chinese, and Korean, I doubt you’ll have trouble finding a job. Good translators are in demand.” Remus had surprised Eamon by knowing the languages. They had spent hours sitting either at Eamon’s house or the coffee shop near Gams having long conversations in those languages.

Eamon chanced a look at Remus out of the corner of his eye. As usual, Remus was pretending not to stare. Eamon had a feeling the big African-American was attracted to him. God knew Eamon wanted to know what it would like to be kissed by Remus and held in the man’s brawny arms.

He climbed off the chaise and shoved his denim shorts down and off. Inside Eamon cheered at the sharp inhalation from Remus. Yeah, putting on the skimpy black swim trunks under his clothes had been a good idea. “I’m going for swim. Coming?” Eamon glanced over his shoulder.

He watched Remus’ Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Maybe in a little bit.”

“Okay.” Eamon sauntered off toward the pool before diving in fluidly. He popped up near the shallow end.

“You are bad.”

Eamon turned and grinned at Troy’s teasing laugh. “Who? Me? No.”

“Oh, yeah, ya are.” Troy nodded. “Poor Remus is stuck over there until his hard-on goes away.”

“You think I should go back and offer to help?” Eamon blinked innocently at his doppelganger.

***

Remus groaned as soon as Eamon was under the water. His cock was harder than marble and he knew it wouldn’t go away quickly. He flopped back on the chaise.

“Looks painful.”

Remus jerked upright at the sound of Deacon’s amused voice. “Damn, man.” Remus winced as he tried to discreetly adjust himself.

Deacon eased down onto another lounger. “Are you ever going to tell him how you feel?” Remus felt his eyes widen as he stared at Deacon. “Come on, man. We all know. I’m pretty sure Eamon has an idea. So, what’s holding you back?”

“Other than his profession?” Remus dragged a hand over his bald head. “We’re friends. That’s all we can be. Right now.”

“Sounds like you have hope.”

Remus chuckled. “Hope. If that’s what you want to call it. I have Technicolor wet dreams of that man. He could have any guy he wants, and I know a few of his clients have more money than God. What would he want with me?”

Deacon reached out and patted Remus on the arm. “Don’t sell yourself short. I have a feeling he’s going to surprise you.”

Hop Against Homophobia & Transphobia

Hop Against Homophobia & Transphobia

Last year I was able to participate, but things haven't panned out as well this year. So, what I'm going to do is support the hop by asking everyone to go and check out the authors who are involved. http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com/

There are a lot of giveaways going on, but that shouldn't be the only reason to support the hop. What you should try to do is figure out what you can do to help raise awareness. Like I said in my earlier post, change has to start at home. That's how small grass roots movements grow and make bigger changes. But even with all the positive strides we're making, there are sill people out there who refuse to see, learn, and understand.

Most of my writing is M/M oriented. But I do have a transgender (MTF) character who I love and I really want to share with everyone. Her name is Sera and she's part of The Ravens Crossing. I have Kyle, Gael's brother (Transcend), who like to wear women's clothing but doesn't identify as a woman. I also have a pair of Amazonian lovers, Pen and Tanith, who have taken me on an interesting journey into lesbian romance/erotic romance. I have Suya from TRC who is bisexual, but chooses male lovers over female. And I have my allies. My characters who are straight but support their LGBTQ friends and are open-minded enough to know that love is fluid and gender doesn't matter.

And go to The Ravens Crossing. See what we're giving away and how to enter.

International Day Against Homophobia

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Even as we make strides in equal rights and marriage equality, bullying and hate crimes are growing in leaps and bounds. Cyberbullying has become one of the most virulent forms of bullying. This needs to stop. And the journey to end homophobia needs to begin in your home, your work, and your community for it gain speed. The more people who band together in support, the more people who can make change happen.

Call Me is coming back soon

Here's what I'm planning on doing - beginning next week I will repost Call Me from the beginning. If you've forgotten anything or haven't read any of it yet, then here's your chance to catch up. Then I will have a new installment every week. I'm trying to decide if Tuesday is a good day or maybe try another day. If you have a preference let me know.

Just wanted to let everyone know, Eamon and Remus will be back.

Happy Hump Day!