you talking about? Why would I want to run?"
Savaro sat in a plush, oversized seat and pushed
back into it. Jamal sat across from him and braced his elbows against his knees, lacing his fingers. "Talk to me."
"When I was a kid, I was abandoned at a church,"
he started. "I boxed around from group home to foster homes to group homes for years until I met Laird and Rajan, my brothers. When I was a teenager, it got even worse for us to get adopted because we were gay but we stuck together. Life wasn't easy but we stayed until George Anatolis adopted us."
Jamal was confused. "Why are you telling me all this? Why do you think this would make me not want to be here?"
"Other men saw me as damaged goods. They had no patience with what I was going through—what was happening to me. After they left it got worse but lately I've been hanging in there. If you were to leave because of that reason it would break me and I don't want to have to deal with that down the road."
"Savaro—I'm not in this because of your
background. Hell, I'm not in this because of a booty call.
I'm in this because my heart has taken a hold of you and if I let go it would break it. I'm not a teenager, Savaro—I don't scare easily. I want to get to know you better, more than just a lover. Past or no past, it is what it is."
"Jamal…"
Jamal eased from his seat and knelt before Savaro.
He cradled his face, pushing his hair from his face and caressing his cheeks. "Listen to me," Jamal said, softly.
"Don't put so much stress on it."
"I just wanted to lay it all out there—on the table so that when it's time for you to leave I don't feel like my world ended."
"Leave?" Jamal asked then recognition hit him. "Oh you mean for my games. Savaro there is always coming home again. When I came here, it was just for your honey buns—which were delicious by the way—but then I saw you and that very moment I couldn't help myself. But we really can't predict things like this. I will deal with my living situation when the time comes."
Standing, he pulled Savaro with him and into a hug.
He buried his face into Savaro's neck, dropped a kiss there before releasing him. "I want to make love to you so bad,"
Jamal whispered, feathering kisses across Savaro's forehead. "I need to feel you naked and hot against me. But your brother is just up the stairs and I can't chance him walking in on us."
"It took everything I had not to run to your hotel
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today," Savaro admitted, pulling closer. "I didn't want to seem needy."
"You never have to hold yourself back from me,"
Jamal told him. "Never, ever. But you wanna know a secret?"
Savaro nodded.
"My childhood wasn't perfect either. My mom
didn't want to tell me but when I turned nineteen and signed my first contract, she thought it was good to let me know before I found out from someone else—especially someone in the media." Jamal stopped then and took a shaky breath.
"The day my father found out she was pregnant, he told her it wasn't his and took off. You know the sad thing about it was, he was the only man she'd been with and she only slept with him once. She was sixteen, alone and scared, and her mother kicked her out of the house. So you don't have to be worried about me not understanding your past. I understand perfectly. But you know something—our pasts make us the kind of men we are today."
Savaro caressed Jamal's cheeks. "You sounded like my dad then."
"Well in that case, your dad sounds like a very wise man." Jamal grinned. "But my mother would absolutely love you."
"Really? Well, I'm sure I would love her too,"
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Savaro whispered, stealing a kiss.
"You know—today is my birthday," Jamal smiled.
"Really?" Savaro smirked. "In that case… I got your birthday present right here…"
Jamal laughed as Savaro took his hand and shoved
it down his pants. He wrapped his fingers around Savaro's cock and stroked.
"Happy
Savaro sat in a plush, oversized seat and pushed
back into it. Jamal sat across from him and braced his elbows against his knees, lacing his fingers. "Talk to me."
"When I was a kid, I was abandoned at a church,"
he started. "I boxed around from group home to foster homes to group homes for years until I met Laird and Rajan, my brothers. When I was a teenager, it got even worse for us to get adopted because we were gay but we stuck together. Life wasn't easy but we stayed until George Anatolis adopted us."
Jamal was confused. "Why are you telling me all this? Why do you think this would make me not want to be here?"
"Other men saw me as damaged goods. They had no patience with what I was going through—what was happening to me. After they left it got worse but lately I've been hanging in there. If you were to leave because of that reason it would break me and I don't want to have to deal with that down the road."
"Savaro—I'm not in this because of your
background. Hell, I'm not in this because of a booty call.
I'm in this because my heart has taken a hold of you and if I let go it would break it. I'm not a teenager, Savaro—I don't scare easily. I want to get to know you better, more than just a lover. Past or no past, it is what it is."
"Jamal…"
Jamal eased from his seat and knelt before Savaro.
He cradled his face, pushing his hair from his face and caressing his cheeks. "Listen to me," Jamal said, softly.
"Don't put so much stress on it."
"I just wanted to lay it all out there—on the table so that when it's time for you to leave I don't feel like my world ended."
"Leave?" Jamal asked then recognition hit him. "Oh you mean for my games. Savaro there is always coming home again. When I came here, it was just for your honey buns—which were delicious by the way—but then I saw you and that very moment I couldn't help myself. But we really can't predict things like this. I will deal with my living situation when the time comes."
Standing, he pulled Savaro with him and into a hug.
He buried his face into Savaro's neck, dropped a kiss there before releasing him. "I want to make love to you so bad,"
Jamal whispered, feathering kisses across Savaro's forehead. "I need to feel you naked and hot against me. But your brother is just up the stairs and I can't chance him walking in on us."
"It took everything I had not to run to your hotel
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today," Savaro admitted, pulling closer. "I didn't want to seem needy."
"You never have to hold yourself back from me,"
Jamal told him. "Never, ever. But you wanna know a secret?"
Savaro nodded.
"My childhood wasn't perfect either. My mom
didn't want to tell me but when I turned nineteen and signed my first contract, she thought it was good to let me know before I found out from someone else—especially someone in the media." Jamal stopped then and took a shaky breath.
"The day my father found out she was pregnant, he told her it wasn't his and took off. You know the sad thing about it was, he was the only man she'd been with and she only slept with him once. She was sixteen, alone and scared, and her mother kicked her out of the house. So you don't have to be worried about me not understanding your past. I understand perfectly. But you know something—our pasts make us the kind of men we are today."
Savaro caressed Jamal's cheeks. "You sounded like my dad then."
"Well in that case, your dad sounds like a very wise man." Jamal grinned. "But my mother would absolutely love you."
"Really? Well, I'm sure I would love her too,"
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Savaro whispered, stealing a kiss.
"You know—today is my birthday," Jamal smiled.
"Really?" Savaro smirked. "In that case… I got your birthday present right here…"
Jamal laughed as Savaro took his hand and shoved
it down his pants. He wrapped his fingers around Savaro's cock and stroked.
"Happy
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