Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Dawson really liked Seamus’s house. He could see maybe westerning it up a bit, but he loved how goofy, wonderful, and weird it was. He liked Les and Aaron, even if they seemed like someone had merged lumberjacks with gym bunnies.
He loved that silly dog.
What he didn’t love was working on a movie set.
Not that spending time with Seamus was bad, that didn’t suck at all.
But the hurry up and wait shit, the way everybody had to get all made up and dolled up and dirtied up and whatever it up, and then wait for everything and then have to do it all over again because their makeup was melting. It was nerve-racking and awful.
By the time the three-day shoot was over, Dawson was so ready to go sit in Seamus’s pool and float.
Nobody had gotten hurt. And by the time the shoot was over, too, he was getting phone calls from the team who were starting to become a little freaked out that he wasn’t back yet.
More than one phone call said things like, “We need you man,” and “We’re really hurting without you.” The guys were getting banged up like he had because there weren’t enough of them, even though they’d called up an alternate.
Seamus slid into the pool with him that last night of the shoot, both of them relieved it was over.
They’d snuck a burrito that Nick didn’t know about on the way back to the house, so there wasn’t anything to do but swim and think about how he was going to have to talk to Seamus about getting back on the road.
“You’re looking pretty serious there, love.” Seamus put a hand on the back of his neck, massaging, tangling in the hair that was getting long right there.
He shrugged one shoulder. “I guess I am because the boys want me to come back to work. I’m getting emails from the league Big Wigs, saying that I’ve had plenty enough time to finish up my therapy and everything.
I reckon now that I’m not at Coke’s anymore, they don’t think they need to worry about me being hurt. ”
Seamus’s eyes widened, and he stared at Dawson, chewing on his lower lip. “But you’re not recovered yet, right? I mean, not entirely.”
“This is about as much time as I’ll get, honey.” Dawson tried for a bit of a grin. “And I’m ready to go back to work. I admit it. Not that I wouldn’t stay here with you for weeks, but I know you’ve got another shoot coming up soon, right?”
“Yeah, and this one will be more serious. I’ll actually be the lead, so I won’t be able to fuck around like I have been.” Seamus grimaced. “Not that I haven’t worked harder for this role than I have—physically, at least—in a long time.”
Dawson chuckled, nodded. “I have to give it to you. You did work for it. You’re going to be on screen, what, a grand total of three minutes?”
“Maybe six, if I’m lucky. Doesn’t matter. I get paid for it one way or the other.” Seamus winked at him. “So when are you heading out? I’ll get you a plane ticket to wherever you need to go.”
He grinned at Shay. That man was generous to a fault, and he loved it. “I’ll probably get a plane ticket home. That way I can gather my stuff and then get on the road.”
He wasn’t even sure where the next event was. Jesus.
“How about you? What does your schedule look like?” Dawes asked.
Seamus shrugged, the water sliding over the sweet, tan skin.
“I’ll be doing read-throughs and choreography in New York for three weeks.
I’ve got a stint where I’m going to be in Rome, I think, for five, six days.
Then I’ve got a quick series of shots to do in Athens. Then I’ll be home. Exciting stuff.”
“Sounds like it.” Seamus lived in a whole different world, and Dawes worried that, once he was gone, his lover was going to fall in love with a choreographer, someone teaching sword fighting, a costumer…
“So when I get a chance, can I come see you work?”
Dawson blinked at Seamus. “I would have thought that that would have been my question.”
“We’ve already acknowledged that you don’t love being on set, but anytime you want to come have a sleepover, a hookup, a long supper with a goofy actor, you just let Jess know. She’ll hook you up.”
Dawes reached up to touch Seamus’s lips with his fingers, knowing his calluses probably felt weird.
“Thank you. I would love that. And I would love for you to come see me work whenever you have the time. We’ve got events now through God knows when.
I haven’t even looked at the calendar. I feel bad. ”
“Hey, you’ve been hurt. You’ve needed some time to rest, and I’m glad that you came and worked with me.” Seamus kissed his fingers.
“Oh honey, so am I.” He took a long kiss because that was all he could think to do.
Words were going to fail him at this point, and he wasn’t ready to pop out the “I-love-yous” even though he had a feeling it was very true. He needed this to be more solid. He needed to know that the minute they parted, it wasn’t going to just end.
It wasn’t that he thought Seamus didn’t have feelings for him. He really thought they were on the same page, but was it something strong enough to last over distance and time?
“You seem awfully thoughtful today,” Seamus told him after they broke for air. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I guess I’m just running logistics, kinda worried about getting back to work.
Not about the job, but about how this is all going to fit together, you know?
” He wasn’t going to lie to Seamus. That was something he never did.
If he was going to have a relationship with someone, he was going to be honest.
“Well, we’re just going to have to make it fit. The nice thing is I can be really flexible.”
He had to grin at that, of course. “Yeah, I’ve seen that. I give a lot of that credit to Nick and his yoga.”
Seamus snorted. “I’m being serious here, hey?”
They both laughed together, moving idly in the water.
“Seriously, though. This is what I have Jessica for. We give her access to a calendar of your plans and then have her figure out times so we can get together. It’s one of the reasons I pay her.
If you can’t get to me, maybe I can get to you.
Truth is, I’ve gotten used to having you around.
You shouldn’t be surprised if you show up to work one day and I’m sitting in the stands with Topher. ”
He liked the sound of that. “Anytime. You just tell me, and I’ll make sure you have seats.”
Shay nodded, offering him that million-dollar smile.
“We’ve got lives and jobs that we both love.
I’m not going to ask you to give that up.
You’re not going to ask me to give mine up.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t do this.” Seamus shrugged.
“People in my line of work have been doing this kind of schedule-balancing for an eternity.”
Dawson was never going to get used to how easy Seamus made things. “True. True that.”
It was going to be tough, though, going home to his house knowing Seamus had never even been there.
“Tell you what, one of the things we can do is set it up where our next meeting is planned before we leave each other every time. That way, we’ve always got something to look forward to, and if one of us gets a chance to do it sooner, then it’s just a bonus.”
That was probably the most romantic thing anybody had ever said to him in his entire life.
“That sounds like the best kind of plan, honey. Seriously. We’ll look at the events and your shooting schedule with Jen tomorrow?” He didn’t want to have to do deal with it right now. Not when they were wet and touching each other. That was too damn good to waste.
“You got it. All civilized like.”
He grinned and pulled Seamus’s head down so they were on the same level. That way he could press his lips to Seamus’s and kiss the fire out of him like he needed to right now.
Seamus hummed, lifting him with a firm grip on his ass, the water helping buoy him so he was hanging suspended, his feet dangling as Seamus kissed him right back.
He wrapped one arm around Seamus’s neck, clinging, while he cupped Seamus’s jaw with his other hand, holding them together.
When they broke for air, they both gasped, chests heaving. Dawson could see the appeal of skinny-dipping now. His bare cock pressed against Seamus’s belly in the warm water, and he pushed forward with his hips, seeking the friction he knew Seamus could give him.
“Let me put you on the side of the pool and suck you, Dawes?” Seamus breathed.
“Oh, no, not that!” He widened his eyes with mock horror, then laughed when Seamus waded right over to plonk his ass down on the pool coping. Thank God they’d left their towels right there, or his ass and balls would have been shredded by the textured concrete that was meant to prevent slipping.
Then Seamus grabbed the other towel to wipe the treated water off Dawson’s lap before wrapping those hot lips around the head of his cock.
He gasped, reaching for Seamus, forcing his eyes open to watch every second. He didn’t want to miss anything.
Dawson threaded his fingers through Seamus’s wet hair, holding on, his abs contracting as he humped up just a tiny bit. He didn’t want to thrust hard and be a jerk, but he needed more almost immediately.
Fuck, that was good. The wet glide of Seamus’s tongue was like to make him lose his mind.
Seamus worshipped him, tongue like wet velvet, dragging over his shaft. His eyes crossed, and he had to let his head fall back, a wild cry caught in his throat. He had to slap one hand down on the tile behind him, keeping him upright.
“Seamus. Goddamn, honey. That’s… I won’t last long like this.”
Not long at all. He was fixin’ to blow like a geyser.
Seamus hummed softly, hand cupping his balls and rolling them, gentle as anything.
That was all he needed, all she wrote. His entire world tightened to the ache of his balls and the wild rush as he released.
Seamus took him in and held him in that sweet mouth even as he shuddered through the aftershocks.
He tilted Seamus’s head back finally, slipping free. “Shit, honey. My brain just shot out of my body through my dick. What do you need?”
“Mmm…I can wait for a good hard fuck in bed.”
God, every time Seamus said something like that, it was as if someone had lit him up. He couldn’t help grinning as his poor spent cock twitched again.
“Wanna go shower and then ponder that?”
“I do.” Seamus winked at him, then shifted over to haul himself out of the pool. “Let’s tear the sheets up.”
“Hell, yes.” He took Seamus’s hand and headed for the house.
He had a plan, and he was all about actionable plans.
Seamus made him damn focused.