Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
“Seamus?” Jess sounded worried. “Bert says he needs to speak to you right away. Is there any way I can patch him through?”
He frowned at his phone. He’d hate it if Bert cut him from the movie with not so much as a by-your-leave. “Sure, honey. Bert and I are good friends.” Whatever it was, he was sure he and Bert would work it out.
“Excellent. I’ll patch him through here in a few. Stephanie’s talking to him now.”
He winced.
That was never good. He didn’t want Stephanie talking to anyone.
Okay, that was unkind because he adored his agent, but if Bert was bothering her, then there was a problem.
“I’m patching him in, now.”
He settled into to the couch and put his feet up. “Go.”
“Seamus, buddy! How’s it going?”
Seamus shrugged. “It’s great. I’m learning how to do this bullfighting thing. What’s wrong?”
“Well.” Bert chuckled softly. “It’s less that something is wrong and more that the ranch I wanted to do the shooting at? They have an opening now.”
Oh damn it. That meant he would lose a whole week of hanging out with Dawes, although it would be nice to free up a week randomly.
Maybe Dawson could come.
“Sure. Not a problem. I’ve learned everything I need to know, and I think I might be able to bring one of the bullfighters with me, so that way we’ve got an extra professional who can do advising.”
“That works for me. In fact, I’d love it. So, you can come out?”
“Sure, buddy. I’m in, where is out?”
They both chuckled at the little pun.
“We’re shooting in California, so you’ll have one day on set, and then the other three or four days, however long it takes you to shoot it, on the ranch. It should be beautiful weather. Everything looks like it’s a go, and we’re all set up.”
“Then let’s do this.”
“Excellent, I’ll send everything to Stephanie and Jess, and I’ll see you, say… day after tomorrow?”
“Sounds brilliant. I’ll be there with bells on. If there’s a problem, somebody—most likely Jess—will let you know, but I don’t foresee any reason I won’t be there.”
“You are a star, my friend, an absolute star. I really appreciate you being flexible.”
“Any time.” He hung up the phone, and Jess was calling back almost immediately.
“So, plane tickets, four of them?”
“Let me find out if Nick wants to come on set or if he just wants to go home for a couple of days and decompress.” He felt his cheeks heat, and he was tickled Jess couldn’t see him. “Let me see if Dawson’s interested in coming out. Can you give me an hour?”
She blew a raspberry. “I can give you two hours.”
“You’re so good to me.” He rolled his eyes. “Thanks, hon. I’ll give you a holler in two shakes.”
He grabbed his phone and texted Dawson first.
Hey man, you busy?
It didn’t take Dawes long at all to answer.
What’s up? I was just sitting here pondering my toenails.
Can I come over?
Sure.
Seamus hopped up, took his phone, headed across the way to the cabin that was Dawson’s, and then knocked.
“Come on in. What’s up?”
“Can we talk?”
Dawes’s eyebrows flew up. “Sounds ominous.”
“Well, not really.” Seamus shrugged. “I just got a phone call from the director of my project, and he has got an opening at the ranch for the shoot now, so I’m going to have to leave in a day or two at the latest. I was wondering if you’d like to come out and be the professional advisor, hang out on set for a day or two, maybe come see my house in L.A. .”
Dawson blinked at him. “Sure. Uh, do I still get paid?”
“The studio paid for what they paid for, so you should get your full allotment, but I’m not really involved in any of that.
” He winked over. “I know Dillon Walsh seems like a man who knows his way around a contract, and you can’t always be in control of what the studio decides.
If the director decides it’s time to shoot, it’s time to shoot. ”
Dawson didn’t think about it for long. “Why not? Sounds like fun. I’m just hanging out here for the next couple of weeks without any actual work to do. Finishing up recovery. I can do my physio there as well as here.”
“Excellent.” He rubbed his hands together.
“Well, pack yourself a bag, I’ll go pack mine, and I’ll get plane tickets.
For sure, we’re going to have Jess, me, you, and Topher heading out to California.
I don’t know if Nick will come to the ranch with us; I imagine he’ll just stay in L.A.
. But where I go, Christopher and Jess pretty much go.
Good thing you get along with them, huh? ”
“Damn good thing.” Dawson winked, then motioned to him with a single forefinger, a come hither kind of thing.
Now, that was a summons he wasn’t going to ignore. That was hotter than the hinges of hell. He wandered over, letting Dawson grab his hips and pull them close together.
Dawes grinned, fingers flexing on him, digging in just a tiny bit. “Thank you for asking me, honey.”
“Who else was I going to ask?” Seamus winked at Dawson, rolling his eyes a little bit and stealing another quick kiss. “I’m glad you said yes. I can’t wait to show you my house. I can’t wait to show you off to everybody. Bert’s gonna love you.”
“Bert?”
Seamus nodded and smiled. “He’s the director. He’s a sweetheart. That’s why I agreed to do this part. I like working with him, even when it’s just something silly and a bit part. He’s always so enthusiastic and excited, and it’s always good to work with folks that you care about.”
Dawson’s eyebrow went up as he gushed. “Should I be jealous?”
He blinked, his brain needing a hot second to figure out what the hell Dawes was on about.
“Of Bert Franks? No, Bert is married, and he has like eighty grandchildren.” Seamus chuckled softly, one hand creeping down to cup Dawson’s fine ass.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s still a fine-looking man, but Jeanette would eat me alive if I even suggested that I was interested in her man. ”
“Fair enough, fair enough.” Dawson was laughing at him now. “I just need to know who it is I need to be worried about in Hollywood.”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t worry. I’m sort of hooked through the balls by this certain bullfighter. He does it for me, man.”
Dawson’s smile could have lit up the entirety of New Mexico, and that was saying something, given the way the sun beat down there.
“Well, that sounds a little painful, but I’ll take it.
” Dawson leaned in, nose on his neck, breathing him in.
Seamus could feel Dawson’s soft exhalation on his throat, the tiny burst of air making him shiver, goosebumps rising on his arms. “I like the idea, ‘cause I sure have a thing for this superstar actor, which seemed like a wild idea to begin with. But you’re sunk into my bones now.”
Fuck, those words gave him a thrill that went right up his spine to burst in his brain.
“I’ll get us tickets, and we’ll go home.”
Dawson grinned at him, expression wicked as hell. “Do you have a butler?”
Seamus shook his head. “No. I have a Jessica. And then there’s a housekeeper and a groundskeeper. They live on the property.”
“Little old couple?”
“God no. Pair of married bears. One’s in his twenties, the other one’s in his mid-thirties.
They’re hoping to adopt a baby. Well, right now they’re trying to see if they can handle having a puppy, and then, if they can, then they’re talking about adopting a baby.
I figure it’ll be at least two more years before they even start the whole potty training process with the puppy. ”
“What kind of dog is it?”
He grinned at his lover. “Belgian Malinois. It’s like a little fuzzy shark that can jump.”
“Oh lord. Well, I’m looking forward to meeting him. Her?”
“Him. His name is Shadow.” Seamus rolled his eyes. “You’ll know because you’ll hear it. ‘Shadow, get in here. Shadow, down. Shadow, what’s in your mouth? Shadow, let that go. Good boy, Shadow. Go potty there. What’s in your mouth? Don’t eat that!’”
It was a hoot.
Although he thought Aaron had it right. Les needed to make sure he could handle a puppy before he could even begin to deal with two a.m. feedings and trying to keep a human child alive.
“Lord. Training dogs is way easier than humans. Though a Malinois is a… well, they don’t call them Maligators for nothing. Give me a heeler or a border collie any day.” Dawes swayed with him, kissing under his ear.
Did they have time for something super hands-on and quick?
“You’re a temptation, you know that, Mr. Dawson?” He couldn’t help but breathe heavy. His hips were moving, and he was ready and raring to go, as if he was sixteen years old and had never been touched.
“Good. I want that for us. Needing.” Dawes’s voice was about an octave deeper—rough and ready.
Seamus nodded because he got it. Sometimes, it felt like that spark of wild need was just a myth, a story, but Dawes proved it to be true.
Dawson popped the fly on his jeans, and he shoved the little workout shorts down, finding that his cowboy had gone commando.
“Naughty, naughty,” he teased. “You’re going to irritate that scar.”
“I was fixin’ to get in the shower. Now I’m gonna have to pack. Touch me.” Dawes was hard as nails, and it was so easy to wrap his fingers around that long shaft, drag his hand up and rub, working the tip in a sure, steady way.
He was so focused on the prick in his hand that he gasped, his hips rolling as Dawes grabbed his cock and they started loving on each other.
Dawes matched his rhythm exactly, and it was like he was driving and being driven all at the same time.
Seamus found that he couldn’t quite breathe, but he couldn’t stop.
Hell, he didn’t want to stop.
He wanted to come and have Dawes come so he could steal this cowboy away to La La Land.
They were going to L.A.. No one had ever done that. No lover, anyway. No one had ever gone home with him. And he rocked into Dawson, thinking what that meant, his mind spinning, his body on fire.
Dawson reached up to cup his cheek, then the back of his neck, digging in to pull him into wild kisses that made his lips sting.
He was going to lose his damn mind, and Dawes obviously didn’t stress that at all.
God knew it didn’t take long for them to shoot because why would it?
They were both raring to go, and it only took a couple of strokes before they were breathing hard, holding onto each other as if the world was spinning around them a hair too fast.
He breathed too deep, smelling like sweat and sex and need. “Damn, man. What was that?”
They had things to do. He had to get tickets, they both had to pack, and all Seamus wanted was a nap.
Dawes blinked at him. “I’m supposed to think after that?”
He rolled his head on his shoulders. “Hmm.” It was supposed to be a yes, but it was more a grunt. It all worked out the same.
Dawson was fluent in post-orgasm Seamus and thank God for that.
He got a soft gentle kiss that was just as good, if not better, than the crazy, lust-fueled face sucking. “You gonna come take a shower with me, babe?” Dawes asked.
Oh, that was a great idea.
“You know I don’t have any clothes over here. You going to let me borrow a shirt to get back over my cabin after?” If he did that, he could simply call Jessica and tell her to make the damn reservations herself.
“Sure, I can, you spoiled star.”
He posed for Dawes, his spent cock still in that strong hand. “That’s me. Spoiled rotten. You know that means you get to go first class too, so…”
“Oh yeah, I totally expect you to lavish me with luxury.” Dawson winked at him, eyes twinkling. “So go on, oh spoiled one. Go wash your hands, so you can call your assistant and tell that sweet girl I’ll share donuts with her. I work out enough that I don’t have to go Keto, after all.”
He flipped Dawson off on the way over to wash his hands. “I’ll make sure to tell Nick you said you needed a plan for recovery.”
Dawson groaned softly. “God no. Anything but that. You do that, and I’ll tell him about the pizza.”
Blackmailed by a pizza.
By a fucking chicken pizza with vegetables on it.
What was the world coming to?