birthday, Baby," Savaro whispered.
* * * *
Savaro led Jamal up the stairs, silently. They
walked by Laird's room and heard the television going. In the master bedroom, he closed the door and watched with his mouth watering as Jamal stripped from his shirt, then his pants followed. When Jamal was naked, Savaro
removed his clothes and stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself. He watched Jamal's dark skin fall slowly into the white sheets of the bed. All his toned muscles danced with the movement. Jamal caressed his large hands over his abs, over his nipples that tightened almost instantly, then downward. When a large hand formed around his large cock, Savaro moaned, licked his lips and crawled onto the bed. He stopped between Jamal's legs and bracing himself with both hands, he lowered his mouth to Jamal's dick.
The muffled sound of a phone vibrating from
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somewhere but Savaro wasn't paying attention until Jamal dug his fingers into Savaro's shoulder and eased him away.
Stunned Savaro sat on the ground watching Jamal
searching through the heap of clothes like he was possessed.
"Jamal, really?" Savaro questioned breathily. "We were in the middle of…"
"That ring—my phone never rings like that unless something is wrong."
"You're not making sense."
But by then Jamal had found the phone and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"
Savaro saw it the moment the colour drained from
his lover's face and he shoved to his feet. He took Jamal's shoulder just as the first tear slipped down the ballplayer's cheek. "Jamal, what's wrong?"
"I have to go!" Jamal blurted out reaching for his clothes. He dropped the phone and Savaro could still hear someone on the other end calling for Jamal. He knew Jamal wasn't thinking straight to tell him much of anything so he grabbed the discarded telephone.
"Hello? This is Savaro Anatolis. What's
happening?"
"Are you a family member?" The man asked.
"Ah yes. Jamal doesn't look so well—it's almost
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like he went into shock. What is happening?"
"My name is Doctor Reginald Sharpe at the Toronto General Hospital. I am calling regarding Tamara Samuels, his mother. She had a heart attack this…"
Those were the only other words he heard. He
slammed the phone shut and dumped it into his pocket. He grabbed some clothes and tossed it on before darting out the door. "Finish getting dressed. I'll grab some stuff and we can go."
"Savaro this is my trouble. You don't have to…"
Savaro hurried back and locked eyes with Jamal.
"No. This isn't your trouble. This is your mother and even though I never had one, I know how it feels to lose a parent. Now, finish getting dressed, splash some water on your face and I'll make some calls about getting us to Toronto later on tonight."
With that said he kissed Jamal's cheek then exited the room again. He gathered his cell phone, wallet, passport and a few other things and soon they were speeding through the streets back toward Jamal's hotel. While Jamal hurried to his room to grab his travel documents and a few things, Savaro sat down to the task of telling his brothers what was happening.
"So you're going off to Toronto, with Jamal, because his mother had a heart attack?" Laird asked.
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"Precisely."
"You must really have strong feelings for this man,"
Laird added. "You be careful. And don't worry about telling Rajan. I'll handle it. I'll also keep an eye on Anatolis while you're away. Just make sure Jamal is okay, all right?"
"Thanks brother. I love you."
"Love you too… I'll have the jet ready for you. Oh and call Appa."
Savaro promised he would and hung up. He was
dialling his father when Jamal slid into the front seat of the car and chucked a bag into the back seat.
"Hello?"
"Appa? It's Sav."
"Oh, hello son. What's up?"
"I'm heading to Toronto for a bit. Can you help Laird with Anatolis? It's kind of an emergency.
* * * *
Savaro led Jamal up the stairs, silently. They
walked by Laird's room and heard the television going. In the master bedroom, he closed the door and watched with his mouth watering as Jamal stripped from his shirt, then his pants followed. When Jamal was naked, Savaro
removed his clothes and stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself. He watched Jamal's dark skin fall slowly into the white sheets of the bed. All his toned muscles danced with the movement. Jamal caressed his large hands over his abs, over his nipples that tightened almost instantly, then downward. When a large hand formed around his large cock, Savaro moaned, licked his lips and crawled onto the bed. He stopped between Jamal's legs and bracing himself with both hands, he lowered his mouth to Jamal's dick.
The muffled sound of a phone vibrating from
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somewhere but Savaro wasn't paying attention until Jamal dug his fingers into Savaro's shoulder and eased him away.
Stunned Savaro sat on the ground watching Jamal
searching through the heap of clothes like he was possessed.
"Jamal, really?" Savaro questioned breathily. "We were in the middle of…"
"That ring—my phone never rings like that unless something is wrong."
"You're not making sense."
But by then Jamal had found the phone and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"
Savaro saw it the moment the colour drained from
his lover's face and he shoved to his feet. He took Jamal's shoulder just as the first tear slipped down the ballplayer's cheek. "Jamal, what's wrong?"
"I have to go!" Jamal blurted out reaching for his clothes. He dropped the phone and Savaro could still hear someone on the other end calling for Jamal. He knew Jamal wasn't thinking straight to tell him much of anything so he grabbed the discarded telephone.
"Hello? This is Savaro Anatolis. What's
happening?"
"Are you a family member?" The man asked.
"Ah yes. Jamal doesn't look so well—it's almost
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like he went into shock. What is happening?"
"My name is Doctor Reginald Sharpe at the Toronto General Hospital. I am calling regarding Tamara Samuels, his mother. She had a heart attack this…"
Those were the only other words he heard. He
slammed the phone shut and dumped it into his pocket. He grabbed some clothes and tossed it on before darting out the door. "Finish getting dressed. I'll grab some stuff and we can go."
"Savaro this is my trouble. You don't have to…"
Savaro hurried back and locked eyes with Jamal.
"No. This isn't your trouble. This is your mother and even though I never had one, I know how it feels to lose a parent. Now, finish getting dressed, splash some water on your face and I'll make some calls about getting us to Toronto later on tonight."
With that said he kissed Jamal's cheek then exited the room again. He gathered his cell phone, wallet, passport and a few other things and soon they were speeding through the streets back toward Jamal's hotel. While Jamal hurried to his room to grab his travel documents and a few things, Savaro sat down to the task of telling his brothers what was happening.
"So you're going off to Toronto, with Jamal, because his mother had a heart attack?" Laird asked.
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"Precisely."
"You must really have strong feelings for this man,"
Laird added. "You be careful. And don't worry about telling Rajan. I'll handle it. I'll also keep an eye on Anatolis while you're away. Just make sure Jamal is okay, all right?"
"Thanks brother. I love you."
"Love you too… I'll have the jet ready for you. Oh and call Appa."
Savaro promised he would and hung up. He was
dialling his father when Jamal slid into the front seat of the car and chucked a bag into the back seat.
"Hello?"
"Appa? It's Sav."
"Oh, hello son. What's up?"
"I'm heading to Toronto for a bit. Can you help Laird with Anatolis? It's kind of an emergency.
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