Free At Long Last by Shawn Lane Page B

You can stay with me and Wendy."
    Scotty started sobbing then. He couldn't help it. He felt stupid and weak, but he couldn't stop himself from crying no matter how hard he tried. He finally managed to get out the name of the airport motel he'd checked into.
    "Okay, kid, I'm coming to get you. Stay put. I love you."
    "Love you," Scotty whispered and closed his phone.

    * * * *
    An hour or so later, Scotty poured himself a bad cup of coffee from the in-room coffeemaker. He expected Jack any time. At least he'd stopped crying.
    Shit, he hadn't cried this much since he was a little boy. He wasn't the crying type. Geez, he needed to get it together.
    If he really were going to stay in Los Angeles, he was going to have to get himself a real job away from working for Kenneth Trask...and Preston Reynolds, that was for sure. He was good at his work and Scotty knew it.
    Once he had himself established in a job, he would find a place of his own so Jack and Wendy could have their own privacy. No one wanted a third-wheel around.
    And then, Scotty exhaled, he would get over Preston and start dating again. It would take some time. No getting around that. But he would get over Preston. He just would.
    There was a strong knock on the door of his room. His brother had arrived.
    "Be right there, Jack," he called.
    Scotty set the coffee cup down on the dresser and walked over to open the door.
    Expecting to see Jack, his world tilted on its axis when instead Preston stood there, looking wiped out and unshaven.
    "Hi, Scotty," he whispered. "Can I come in?"

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    Scotty just stared at him. He'd gone white around his mouth and his cheeks pinked. His blue eyes were very red from crying.
    Without waiting for the other man's agreement, Preston entered the motel room and closed the door behind him.
    "How?" Scotty's voice squeaked out.
    Preston's lips twisted. "I was with Jack when you were talking to him. I asked him to find out where you were."
    Scotty crossed his arms in front of his chest in a protective gesture and backed up against the wall. "Why, Pres? Haven't we said all there is to say?"
    "Maybe," Preston admitted, finding it difficult to swallow. All he could think of was kissing Scott. He wanted to kiss away the pain. He took a small step toward his lover and pressed his body into Scotty's. Preston framed his face in his hands and devoured Scott's lips.
    Scott whimpered and put his arms around Preston's neck, pulling him closer until their bodies were tight against each other. Preston could feel Scott's erection and knew it likely his lover could feel his.
    He really hadn't planned to attack like this. He wanted to have the conversation he knew would be necessary to set things right, if it could be, but the minute he saw how wrecked and beautiful Scotty looked, he couldn't stop himself.
    Preston realized he was tugging off Scott's shirt and Scott was helping him with it. They next got rid of his own shirt until they were bare chest to bare chest, their lips never parting. He worked on Scott's jeans next, unzipping them and pushing them down together with his briefs. Somehow between the two of them they managed to get them off completely.
    He undid his own pants and pulled them down just enough to expose his throbbing cock. He'd brought pre-lubed condoms with him, hoping after they talked they might get around to this, so he removed one from his pants pocked, tore it open and slipped it on his erection. He lifted the legs of the man and anchored them around his waist.
    "Pres," Scotty gasped when he inserted two saliva soaked fingers in Scotty's ass. "Oh my God."
    Preston wrapped his other hand around Scott's hard cock, stroking up and down the length. His tongue shoved into Scotty's mouth over and over just as he soon planned to do with his cock in the other man's ass.
    "Yes, Preston, fuck me, please."
    Oh, yeah. How the hell could he resist Scotty begging?
    With one long thrust Preston entered him. He slid his fingers in