Bottled Up

Published by Dreamspinner Press 4760 Preston Road Suite 244-149 Frisco, TX 75034 http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Bottled Up Copyright © 2009 by Andrew Grey Cover Design by Mara McKennen All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Dreamspinner Press, 4760 Preston Road, Suite 244-149, Frisco, TX 75034 http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/ ISBN: 978-1-61581-019-2 Printed in the United States of America First Edition July, 2009 eBook edition available eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-020-8

To my brother David, who had the courage to follow his dream and open a boutique wine store, and to his wife, Joanne, who supported him the whole way.

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“THANK you.” Sean smiled and handed the older lady her purchase. “That cabernet should go perfectly with the beef.” His smile was returned as she took the bag. “You’re welcome, young man, and I appreciate the help. Your manager must be very pleased with your work.” She walked toward the front door and Sean shook his head, smiling to himself. His boss was indeed pleased with his job performance. He’d better be, since he was the boss. The front door burst open and Katie raced into the store, huffing. “Sean! I heard shouts from the alley. I think someone’s in trouble.” Sean’s heart began to pump faster. “Call the police and watch the store.” The words were barely out of his mouth and he was out the door running around the side of the building. He could hear a scuffle coming from the back of his store, curses, and even what sounded like pleading. Sean raced around the corner of the building and stopped, sliding a little on the ice before coming to a complete stop. “You belong to me and it’s time you know that!” Two men were on the ground; one was definitely bigger than the other. The smaller man was pressed into the dirty snow, his pants pulled down, and Sean could see the pale skin on his hip. The other man seemed to be opening his pants while he held the other against the ground; a few spatters of blood colored the dirty snow. “What the hell are you doing? Get off him!”

Andrew Grey 2 The man on top turned and looked at Sean, then sneered, “This doesn’t matter to you. Just walk away!” Anger dripped from his voice. “The hell I will!” Sean raced forward, pushing the larger man as hard as he could, but he barely budged. Then his leg was grabbed and flipped out from under him and he found himself flat on his back on the dirty snow and ice, the air rushing from his lungs. Sean tried to get up, but his back hurt and he couldn’t breathe very well. Then, to his great relief, he heard sirens, and the larger man got up and raced away down the alley, disappearing around the corner. Slowly, Sean tried to move, his back sore and his breathing a little easier. “Are you okay?” The other man shifted slightly and tried to pull up his pants. “I think so.” Sean managed to sit up, still breathing carefully, his back painful, but functional, his lungs slowly returning to normal. The other man buttoned his pants and turned toward Sean, trying to get up. It was a kid who looked about twelve. Slowly, Sean moved and knelt next to him. “Don’t move. The police will be here soon.” “No!” The fear in his voice made the air crackle, and he shifted away. Sean saw two police officers round the corner of the building, racing toward them. The kid tried to get up, but his legs buckled beneath him. “No one is going to hurt you,” Sean whispered, trying to comfort the jittery kid. As the two officers reached them, Sean got to his feet. “Sean, are you all right?” At the use of his name, Sean recognized one of the officers as Sam Davis, one of his customers and the patrol officer for this section of town. “Yes. I got the wind knocked out of me, but he may be hurt.” Sean was more concerned for the kid than he was for himself.

Bottled Up 3 The young man was trying to get up again and managed to stand. “Take it easy, son.” Sam’s voice was soothing and non-confrontational. “Are you hurt?” The kid looked at Sam, his eyes hard, saying nothing. “We can’t help you if you won’t answer.” “I’m okay.” The kid sniffed and wiped the blood from his nose. “I just got a bloody nose.” Sam handed the kid a tissue and he wiped at the blood. Sam turned back to Sean. “What happened?” Sean told him what he’d seen and Sam turned to the kid. “What’s your name, son?” “Bobby.” His voice sounded so small. “Bobby what?” The look on Sam’s face said “Don’t fuck with me.” “Bobby Thompson.” “What happened to you?” Bobby shrugged and looked down at the dirty snow and slush. “I can’t help if you won’t talk to me.” Again Bobby just shrugged and said nothing, but started to shiver in the cold. “Sam, can we go inside?” Sean was cold and wet as he got to his feet, putting an arm around Bobby’s shoulders. “Come on; let’s get you warm.” The kid was shaking, and Sean thought it wasn’t from just the cold. Slowly, they made their way out of the alley and into the warmth of the store. “Sean!” Katie rushed from behind the register. “Are you okay?” She stopped when she saw Bobby. “Oh, you dear thing.” She veered off, throwing her arms around Bobby. “Come on; we’ll get you some dry clothes. You must be frozen clean through.” To everyone’s surprise, Bobby allowed himself to be ushered away. “What will happen to Bobby?” Sean winced slightly as he twisted, a twinge of pain in his back.

Andrew Grey 4 The other officer, who’d been quiet until now, answered, “He appears homeless. We could take him to Child Services, see if they can find him a home.” His name tag read Officer Johnson. “We could, but he’ll probably just run away.” That was Sean’s thought as well. Katie and Bobby returned from the back room with Bobby wearing one of Sean’s shirts and a sweatshirt he kept in back for unloading trucks. They were huge on him, but at least he appeared warmer. Bobby marched right up to the officers, looking them in the eye. “I’m not going back to some foster home, so you can get that idea out of your head.” Then he turned to Sean. “Thanks for the clothes. I’ll get them back to you.” Before anyone could move, he had the door open and was heading outside. “Bobby….” He turned around and looked at Sean. “No one’s putting you anywhere you don’t want to go.” The door closed again, but Bobby stood just inside, arms folded across his chest, defiant. Sean turned to Sam. “Thanks for your help. I appreciate it.” The officers looked at each other and then shrugged. “We’ll call you if we find anything.” Officer Johnson then left the store, but Sam stayed behind. “What are you going to do with Bobby?” “He can stay with me until we figure something out.” Sean looked at Bobby; his stance and expression hadn’t changed. A surprised look, followed by something else that Sean couldn’t read, passed over Sam’s face. “Okay, but call me if something happens.” Sean took the card Sam handed him and noticed that the officer had included his home number. “I’ll see you later in the week.” Sam turned, and after saying goodbye to Bobby and Katie, left the store. Sean saw him look back inside as he passed the windows. Sean turned to a still-defiant Bobby. “Are you hungry?” Bobby’s arms fell to his sides and his eyes softened. “Yeah.” “You two go get something to eat; I’ll watch the store.” Katie looked Sean over. “But you’d better change first.”

Bottled Up 5 Sean looked down at his clothes—they were covered in mud and salt. “Yeah, I’d better. I’ll be right back.” Sean went to the office and quickly changed into the spare clothes he kept in there. After changing, he returned to the sales floor just in time to see Bobby and Katie talking quietly. As soon as they saw him, Katie stood up and walked to a stack of wine cases, where she got busy refilling shelves. “We’ll be back in an hour.” Katie waved as she worked. “Come on; let’s get some lunch.” Bobby followed Sean to the deli down the street, passing other stores. At the door, Sean ushered Bobby inside and up to the counter. “Order what you’d like.” Bobby looked over the menu board, but then stepped back, signaling for Sean to order. Sean placed his order and Bobby said he’d have the same. When the food came, Sean led them to a table and set down the sandwiches. Bobby slid into a chair and attacked his sandwich, inhaling the entire thing in three or four bites. “Are you still hungry?” Bobby nodded and Sean pushed his sandwich in front of him, getting up to order himself another. The second one lasted until Sean received his, and he started eating. “Thank you.” Bobby leaned back in his chair, looking full. “When was the last time you ate?” Bobby shrugged again. “Are you still hungry?” “No,” Bobby said, his eyes looking down as if he’d done something he was ashamed of. Sean finished his sandwich and downed the last of his coffee. “I need to get back to the store.” Bobby nodded again, got up, and followed Sean out of the deli. Sean turned toward the store. It took him almost a minute before he realized that Bobby wasn’t with him. Turning around, he saw the kid down the street, his head bowed low against the cold, walking the other way. Sean turned around and tried to catch up. Thank goodness Bobby was walking slowly, because Sean’s back hurt when he tried to walk too fast. “Bobby….” The figure stopped and looked around, allowing Sean to catch up. “Where are you

Andrew Grey 6 going?” The kid’s blue eyes looked up at Sean, but his only answer was the now-familiar shrug. “Come on back to the store.” Bobby looked at Sean, staring into his eyes. Finally he breathed deeply, letting out a sigh before walking back toward the store. The wind was picking up as they made their way to the store. Sean noticed that Bobby was wearing only a light jacket over his clothes; he had to be freezing. When they reached the store, the warmth felt wonderful. Sean’s back was hurting, but he knew there was plenty of work that had to be done. “Did you have a good lunch?” Katie called from behind the register, where she was straightening up the bags and cleaning up. “Yes, we did.” Sean shrugged off his coat. “It’s really getting cold out there.” Sean put his coat behind the register and offered to take Bobby’s, but he shook his head and Sean didn’t push. “Bobby, would you help me?” Bobby nodded and Sean led the way to the back room. “Could you put these cases on the cart?” Bobby smiled and nodded, lifting and stacking the cases of wine on the cart. Sean’s back was still hurting from the fall earlier and he knew there was no way he could lift the cases. Once they were all loaded, they wheeled the cart onto the sales floor. Katie was helping customers and Sean didn’t disturb her. Instead, he had Bobby lift the cases off the cart, and he stocked the shelves. They worked together quietly for the next several hours, getting all the shelves stocked. At closing time, Katie went home, wishing both him and Bobby a good night. Sean emptied the register, placing the receipts in the safe, and made sure everything was closed up tight. “Bobby, do you have a place to stay?” He shook his head. “I can take care of myself; don’t worry.” That defiant look was back again. “I’m sure you can, but you’re coming home with me.” Sean could be just as determined as Bobby could—hell, more so if need be. To

Bottled Up 7 Sean’s surprise, he didn’t receive an argument, but a soft nod of agreement. After turning off the lights and setting the alarm, they left the store and trudged through the new snow to the car. Sean unlocked the doors and they got inside the cold car. He started the engine and cleaned off the windows while the car warmed up. The drive home was slow, but steady, and at least the car was warm. Pulling up to Sean’s small Milwaukee bungalow, he parked the car on the street in front of the house and led the way up the walk. Unlocking the door, he led them inside, hanging up his coat and then asking for Bobby’s. This time, Bobby shrugged off his light outer garment and handed it to Sean. “Let’s get something to eat.” Turning on lights as they moved through the house, Sean led the way to the kitchen. “Have a seat; I’ll get dinner.” Sean moved through the kitchen, making a simple meal of eggs, ham, and fried potatoes. Once he’d set the table, he placed a full plate in front of Bobby before fixing himself a plate. Bobby’s arm was a blur, he was eating so fast. “Slow down. No one is going to take it from you, and there’s more if you want it.” Bobby’s eating slowed—slightly—, and Sean got up and poured them each a big glass of milk. “How old are you?” Bobby mumbled, “Sixteen,” between huge bites. “What happened to your parents?” Sean took a bite of egg as he watched Bobby stop eating and shrug. “I don’t know. Never knew my dad, and my mom ran off two years ago with some loser crackhead.” Bobby started eating again. Sean was floored. “You’ve been living on your own since you were fourteen?” Jesus, what a way to grow up. “Better than living with a crackhead for a mother.” His expression was so hard, so cynical, that it was frightening, especially in someone so young. Sean didn’t know what to say to that, so he just nodded and continued eating. They finished eating and Sean put the dishes in the dishwasher and finished cleaning up. “Let me show you to your room.” Bobby

Andrew Grey 8 looked surprised, but followed Sean upstairs. “I’ll bring you some things to sleep in and put some towels in the bathroom for you.” Bobby just stood there, listening and watching as Sean pulled out some sweats and handed them to him. With another of his patented shrugs, he shuffled toward the bathroom. A few minutes later, Sean heard the shower. While Bobby was cleaning up, he went back downstairs, made sure the kitchen was clean, turned off the lights, and locked the front door. As he made his way upstairs, he heard the water stop. Smiling to himself, he went into his bedroom and got ready for bed. He heard Bobby pad from the bathroom to the guest room and then the door closed. Finally relaxing, Sean climbed beneath his blankets and turned off his light. He’d just gotten comfortable, when his door opened slowly and then closed again. He was about to get up when he felt his covers lift and he realized Bobby was in bed with him. Turning on the light, he saw a naked Bobby, spread out on the sheets, looking back at him. “Bobby, what are you doing?” Sean threw back the blanket, going to his closet and taking out his robe before handing it to Bobby. “Put this on, please.” Sean turned away and he heard Bobby complying with his request. “Why, Bobby?” The teenager looked down at his feet. “Nobody does something for nothing and since you didn’t ask for anything, I thought this was what you wanted.” Sean shook his head, pacing the room in his underwear. “No, that’s not what I want from you.” “Then what?” He genuinely seemed confused. “What I want isn’t as important as what you want.” Sean stopped pacing, looking at Bobby. “What do you want?” The look on Bobby’s face was one of complete surprise, like no one had ever asked him that question before. “I don’t know. To be warm, I guess. To have enough to eat.” He suddenly looked so fragile, like he was going to break. Sean wanted to hug him and comfort him, but he wasn’t sure he should.

Bottled Up 9 “Why don’t you get ready for bed and get a good night’s sleep? We’ll talk in the morning.” Bobby turned to leave, but stopped as he opened the door. “Katie said you were a really good guy; I guess I should have listened to her.” “Is that all she said?” That really didn’t sound like her. Bobby looked back at the floor. “She also said if I hurt you in any way she’d rip my balls off.” Sean smiled. That sounded like the Katie he knew. “Good night, Bobby.” “Good night, Sean… and thanks.” His door closed with a click and a few seconds later he heard Bobby’s door close as well.

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SEAN woke to a sleep-shattering scream. Throwing back the blankets, he raced across the hall and opened the door to the guest room. In the dim light of the streetlamp-illuminated curtains, Sean saw that Bobby was sitting up in bed, shaking like a leaf. Without thinking, he rushed forward and pulled the teenager into his arms. “You’re all right.” He found himself rocking gently, soothing his agitated guest. “No one’s going to hurt you.” He could feel the thin body shaking as he continued to hold him. He kept whispering, “You’re safe,” over and over again until he felt Bobby stop shaking and start to relax against him. Then he slowly backed away, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “What happened?” “Big Mike was trying to rape me.” He couldn’t see it, but he imagined Bobby’s lips trembled as he talked, his voice filled with fear. “Is that the man from the alley?” Bobby didn’t respond other than to nod slowly. “Lie back down; he can’t get you here. You’re safe.” “For how long?” “Go back to sleep.” Sean soothed him back onto the sheets, and once he appeared settled, quietly slipped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so he could hear if Bobby needed anything. Sean got a drink from the bathroom before going back to his own bed. Lying beneath the warm covers, he thought of Bobby and how surprised he was at the feelings he was experiencing for him. It was

Bottled Up 11 like some parental instinct had been awakened in him, determined to keep Bobby safe. The thought of letting him live on the streets again where this Big Mike could get his hands on him made his stomach turn in abject fear. He didn’t know what he could do, or what Bobby would let him do, but he resolved to talk about it in the morning. Rolling onto his side, he curled under his warm covers and finally relaxed into sleep. In the morning, Sean woke to the sound of someone else in the house. It took him a minute to realize it was Bobby. He dressed quickly and headed to the kitchen, only to find Bobby already sitting at the table, waiting for him. “I was going to try to cook for you, but I didn’t want to make a mess.” “It’s okay.” Sean started making a quick breakfast. When it was ready, he prepared them both a plate and then sat at the table. “I think we need to talk.” Bobby nodded as he ate ravenously. “What happened to you after your mom left?” “The state put me in foster homes. They were awful. I ran away from the last one six months ago.” Bobby put down his fork, looking sternly at Sean. “I’m not going back there.” “So you’ve been living on the streets for the last six months?” Bobby nodded. “What did you do for food?” “Begged sometimes.” He kept his eyes down, looking at his lap. “Stole sometimes. You do what you have to.” “Did you…?” Sean didn’t know if he could finish the question. “No! I never sold myself if that’s what you’re asking.” Sean relaxed. That was a relief. “What was going on between you and this Big Mike?” He continued eating his breakfast. At least the worst of his fears hadn’t happened—yet. Bobby continued eating. “I met him about two months ago. At first he helped me, shared his food, his crib. Eventually it became apparent that his help came with a price… something I wasn’t willing to give him. So I left.” Bobby stopped eating. “I heard on the street that

Andrew Grey 12 he was looking for me, saying I was his…. He found me last night behind your store.” “Is he gay?” Sean put down his fork, too shocked to eat. Bobby shook his head. “No…. Yesterday was his way of marking me as his property; letting me know that I belong to him.” Bobby shivered at the thought and then got quiet again. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure. I’ve asked enough about you.” “What do you want from me? Why are you helping me?” Bobby seemed afraid of the answer. Sean wasn’t sure how to answer those questions; he really didn’t know the answers himself, but he tried. “I don’t want anything from you, other than a little help at the store, which I’ll pay you for.” Sean looked Bobby in the eye. “And I’m helping you because you seem like you could use it.” Bobby looked at Sean, but didn’t respond, and finally went back to eating, seemingly content with the answer. When they were finished eating, Sean stacked the dishes in the sink and got ready to go to the store. When he saw Bobby’s thin jacket, he pulled a thick winter coat from the front closet. It was at least a size too big, but it would be warm. “You can wear this if you want; you’ll be warmer.” Bobby looked at the thick coat and then back at Sean, then back at the coat. “Thanks.” Taking the outer garment Sean offered, he slipped it on over his jacket. “You’re welcome.” Sean smiled and opened the door. It had snowed heavily the night before and Sean wished he’d shoveled the walk, but he hadn’t, so they trudged through the snow to his car and rode through the messy streets to the store. Sean parked in his usual spot next to the building and walked to the front, stopping to admire the store—his store. The building was an old Georgian Revival firehouse with huge windows and columns in front. The building looked regal, perfect for a wine store. The lights

Bottled Up 13 were on and Sean saw Katie moving around inside. He couldn’t help smiling to himself. The store was painted in earthy mustards and greens—he’d picked out the colors and done the painting himself—and it looked incredibly bright and eye-catching from the street. “What are you looking at?” Sean turned around and saw Bobby staring up at him. “Nothing… just looking.” Sean opened the door and they headed inside. “Morning, Sean. Hey, Bobby.” Katie smiled as she completed some general cleaning. “Morning, Katie. Looks like you’ve got things ready to open.” Katie was a great worker and he felt lucky to have her. The customers loved her, and she could get more done than anyone he’d ever seen. “We just need the front shoveled.” Sean was about to say something when Bobby spoke up. “I can do that.” “Thanks, Bobby. I’ll show you where the shovel and salt are.” Sean was still walking a little gingerly, his back still a little sore. Having gotten the supplies, Bobby walked purposefully through the store and started shoveling away the snow from the front door and sidewalk. Sean watched him for a few seconds and then went into the office to get the register ready for opening. Promptly at ten, Sean unlocked the front door, opening the store for business. Bobby had finished the shoveling and was spreading salt on the now-clear pavement. “Looks good.” Bobby beamed at him. “Thanks. I’m almost done.” Sean turned and went back into the store. Katie was behind the counter, scowling. He knew that look. Only one person caused that look—his boyfriend, Ted. Sean tried to keep from grinning; those two hated each other. “Where is he?” Katie tried to look innocent, but failed. “You know, Miss Cranky-face, where’s Ted?”

Andrew Grey 14 “He came in the back and poked his head in, so he’s probably in your office.” Sean smiled because Ted was more than likely hiding from her. Sean went back into his office to find Ted waiting for him. “You need to do something about her; she’ll scare away your customers.” Sean ignored the comment and bent forward for a kiss, which he received, just barely. Ted continued almost without interruption. “I’m going to make the reservations for our ski trip next month. Do you want to go to Telluride or Park City?” Sean released his held breath; they’d had this conversation before. “I can’t go. I’ve told you before, the store just opened two months ago and I can’t leave right now.” He was just starting to build a clientele and get some regular customers. “And Katie can’t run the store on her own for a whole week.” Ted huffed snidely. “I told you not to open your little store—it would cramp your lifestyle. Now what are we supposed to do?” A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. “Yes….” The door opened and Bobby stuck his head in. “I finished the walk. Do you want me to carry those cases we didn’t finish yesterday to the front?” “Would you, please? I’ll be right out to help.” Bobby’s head disappeared. “Who was that?” “Bobby.” “Where’d you find him? He looks like a street person.” “He is. He was attacked in the alley yesterday morning.” “Where’s he staying? And don’t tell me with you.” “Well, as a matter of fact….” Sean didn’t like where this conversation was going.

Bottled Up 15 “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve got some homeless waif living with you and working here. He’ll steal you blind. Jesus…. Are you that gullible?” Ted looked like he was going to explode. “You won’t go on our ski trip like you promised.” He was actually sticking his lower lip out like a five-year-old. “But you’ll take in some homeless kid.” Sean felt his own anger rise to the surface. “First thing, I never promised I’d go. I told you repeatedly I couldn’t, but you didn’t listen. You never listen. And secondly, Bobby’s staying with me because he has nowhere else to go and the man who attacked him was trying to rape him.” Tears welled in Sean’s eyes, but he pushed them back, trying to keep them from falling. “I think you’d better leave now.” “Oh baby, I’m sorry.” Ted put his arms around him, but Shawn pushed them away. “Every time you don’t get your way, you ‘I’m sorry, baby’ me and then get cuddly, but nothing changes, Ted. You don’t listen and you don’t care about my feelings or what I think.” “That’s not true,” Ted protested, but not very strongly. “Yes it is. You don’t listen, and you don’t support me or my dreams.” “What dreams?” Ted looked around. “You mean this little wine store?” The condescension was palpable. “Yes, Ted, among other things.” Sean stopped talking, his anger melting, replaced by clarity that he’d been lacking for a long time. “I think you’d better go.” “I’ll stop by tonight and we’ll talk some more.” “No, Ted, I meant permanently. Besides, I’m busy tonight. I need to get Bobby some clothes.” “You’re breaking up with me?” It seemed beyond his comprehension. “For some homeless kid!” He was shouting now. “You really are weird.”

Andrew Grey 16 “He’s sixteen, Ted! I’m trying to help him, not sleep with him. Unlike you, I do have some scruples!” Sean stood up. “I’ve got work to do; I assume you can let yourself out.” He left the office and entered the stock area. Before he could say anything, Ted stormed out of the office, took one look at Bobby, and then marched out through the store while Sean stared at the door that Ted had passed through. “I’m sorry.” Sean turned and saw Bobby standing rigid next to the wall, looking like he wanted to melt into it. “I cost you your boyfriend.” Bobby raced back to the office, and when Sean got there, he saw him pulling on his coat. “I’m no good to anyone.” Sean put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “Stop. You didn’t do anything.” “I heard him. He was mad at you about me.” He sounded more hurt than Sean felt at Ted’s departure from his life. “No, he was mad at me because he didn’t get his own way, and he used you as an excuse. Besides, it’s been over for a while; I just wasn’t brave enough to end it… until today.” Bobby looked at him skeptically. “I mean it. You didn’t do anything wrong and it’s not your fault.” Bobby took off his coat and followed Sean back to the stock area where he loaded the last cases on the cart. Together they wheeled the cart into the store. “Is it true?” Katie looked happy, radiantly happy. “Is Teddy Weddy the big baby gone for good?” “Yeah, he’s gone.” “Good. I heard him yelling all the way out here; thank goodness no one was in the store.” She looked at Bobby and held up her hand. Bobby looked confused and then gave her a high-five. “I’ve been trying to get rid of him since they first met and you did it in a day.” Then she hugged him. “I’m proud of you, kid.” Then she turned, still grinning, and went back to work. Sean just shook his head as he and Bobby went to work, spending the rest of the morning filling the shelves for the weekend.

Bottled Up 17 Sean took Bobby to the deli again for lunch, and this time ordered extra food, which Bobby wolfed down, only slightly more slowly this time. When they returned to the store, Officer Sam Davis was waiting for them. “Hey, Sam, did you get the guy who attacked Bobby?” “Not yet, but your description of the guy was good, so I’m hopeful.” Sam shifted to look at Bobby. “How are you, Bobby?” “Okay. Sean’s been real nice to me.” That made Sean smile. “Bobby, could you sweep up before it gets busy?” “Sure, Sean.” Then Bobby was off to the back room, returning quickly with a broom and getting to work. “Seems like you made an impression on him,” There was a weird look on Sam’s face that Sean couldn’t quite place. “He’s a good kid who’s had a hard life.” Sam looked over at Bobby, who was diligently sweeping the far corner of the store. “I did a records search on Bobby and found that he’s run away from multiple foster homes.” “Yeah, I know.” Sam raised his eyebrows. “Bobby told me. He says he won’t go back.” “Where’s he staying?” “With me.” Sam looked concerned. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself in for?” “Probably not, but he needs help, and I won’t turn him out onto the street.” The thought of Bobby at the mercy of someone like Big Mike made his skin crawl. “You’re a good man, Sean. I’ll let you know when we have anything.” Sam turned to leave. “See ya, Katie.” “Later, Sam.”

Andrew Grey 18 “Bye, Bobby.” Sam waved at Bobby, who was looking at them from the corner. “Bye.” Bobby waved tentatively as Sam left the store. As soon as Sam was gone, Bobby raced up to Sean. “He likes you.” “What?” Sam had never given him any indication he was interested in him. Katie chimed in, “Yeah, I know.” Sean looked at both of them like they’d grown extra heads. “When you’re not looking, he gets this really gooey expression on his face.” “Yeah… right.” Bobby chimed in, “He did—I saw it just now. Maybe you should ask him out.” “Let’s get back to work; we’ve got plenty to do.” Bobby and Katie exchanged a knowing look as a pair of customers entered the store.

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BOBBY worked hard and diligently at everything he was asked to do. Sean saw it and so did Katie. Sean knew the teenager was quickly finding a place in his heart, fulfilling a parental niche he never knew he had. They were between customers and the store was stocked to the gills, ready for the busy weekend. Sean had set up a small break area and Bobby was in there watching a small television. Katie leaned on the counter while Sean stood on the other side, a smile on his face, surveying his domain. “So, have you got plans for this evening?” she asked. “I was going to take Bobby to get some clothes.” He snorted with laughter. “He’s been wearing some of mine and he’s swimming in them.” “You really like him, don’t you?” Sean loudly released a breath. “Yeah, I know it’s weird, but I can tell he’s a good kid who just needs some kindness and understanding… and maybe a chance. God, Ted was right—” He didn’t get a chance to finish his thought. “Ted was not right!” She softened her voice. “About anything. He’s a self-centered wanker who lives off his family’s money because he’s too lazy to support himself.”

Andrew Grey 20 Sean thought that maybe she’d been watching too much British television. “Don’t sugarcoat it; tell me how you really feel.” Sean was smiling. “He wasn’t right for you and you know it.” She stopped a minute, thinking. “Do you want to know what I think?” “When have you ever held back?” They’d been friends for years, and when Sean opened the store, she’d asked for a job and he’d hired her immediately, knowing he could trust her implicitly. “True. Look, I think you were just holding on. He wasn’t the one and you know it.” That was true and Sean found he could easily admit it, and to his surprise he wasn’t particularly heartbroken—more like relieved. Ted had been more trouble than he was worth and he hadn’t made Sean happy, really happy, in a quite a while. She looked around. “Why don’t you take Bobby shopping now? It’ll be slow for a while and you’ll miss the Friday evening crowds. I can watch the store for a few hours.” “Thanks. I think I’ll do that. We close late anyway.” The stores in the section of town where Sean had located Sommelier Wines generally closed at six during the week, but stayed open later on Friday and Saturday nights. Sean had stuck with those hours as well and it seemed to be working. When he’d first opened the store, he’d been open seven days a week, but Wednesdays were so dead—because many stores were closed that day—that Sean had decided to close on Wednesdays as well. That decision had been a godsend for his sanity. Sean went in search of Bobby, finding him in front of the television looking through one of Sean’s wine magazines. “Katie’s watching the store, and I was wondering if you’d like to go shopping?” “Sure.” He seemed confused. “What are you shopping for?” “I was going to take you to get some clothes that actually fit, so you won’t have to wear mine anymore.” Sean grabbed his coat while Bobby shrugged into the one Sean had given him that morning. As they walked through the store, Katie pulled Bobby aside and whispered

Bottled Up 21 something to him. Bobby nodded and then smiled in response before following Sean out to his car. “You don’t have to do this, Sean,” Bobby mumbled as he shut the car door. He was about to start the car, but turned in his seat instead. “I know I don’t…. I want to help you.” “I don’t see why…. You’ll just get tired of me like everyone else.” The sadness on Bobby’s face was heartbreaking. “My mom gave me up for her drugs. The foster homes didn’t want a gay teenager; they just tolerated me.” His lip started to tremble and he turned his face away, obviously not wanting Sean to see him cry, but Sean still saw a tear slid down a pale cheek. “What happened? Why’d you run away?” Sean kept his voice soft, hoping it would keep Bobby talking. “I was in a foster home I really liked—the other kids were cool, and the foster parents were really nice. But when they found out I was gay, I started getting teased by some of the other kids and the foster parents requested that I be placed somewhere ‘better equipped to provide for me’. That’s what they said, but what they meant was that they thought I would contaminate them somehow.” Bobby wiped his cheek. “My caseworker moved me to another foster home.” Bobby’s voice trailed off and he faced the window. Sean waited, determined not to push him. When it appeared that Bobby wasn’t going to say anything more, Sean started the car and pulled out of his parking space, heading to the big downtown mall. Once they were inside the huge shopping mall, Sean wasn’t sure where to get the clothes Bobby needed. As they walked through the mall, Sean saw Bobby’s eyes widen as they passed the Champs Sports store, so Sean led him inside. An hour later he left with shoes, sweatshirts, T-shirts, and Bobby holding the bags to his chest, grinning like he’d won the lottery. “I used to hang out here all the time, but I never thought….” “Hang out in the store?” Sean didn’t know what he meant.

Andrew Grey 22 Bobby shook his head. “In the mall. I used to spend most of the days here. It was warm and….” He abruptly stopped talking. “What is it?” Bobby looked down at his shoes, studying the floor. “I used to clear away the trays in the food court so I could eat the leftover food.” Sean shuddered but tried not to let his reaction show. Bobby had only been doing what he needed to survive, but it broke his heart knowing what Bobby had done just to eat. The smile that had slipped from Bobby’s face was back. “Come on, Bobby. Let’s get you some pants.” They headed down the mall to Kohl’s, where they left with another load of bags filled with jeans, shirts, a sweater, and a winter coat. Bobby floated on air as they walked to the car, but once in the car his smile faded and he sat silently during the ride back to the store. The store was busy when they got back and Sean got right to work helping customers, since Katie’s shift was over. A number of people purchased full cases and Bobby carried them to their cars. A few times he came back into the store smiling and Sean figured he’d received a tip for his help. An hour before closing, business started to taper off and the store emptied. “Bobby.” Sean motioned him over. “You’ve been quiet since we got back. What’s wrong?” “You bought me all these new clothes, but I can’t carry them with me when I leave.” Sean opened his mouth to ask where he was going, but then he understood what Bobby meant. Everyone had pushed him away and he thought Sean was going to do the same thing. Sean was about to respond when the door opened and a group of people entered the store. “We’ll talk later, I promise.” Seeing the confused look on Bobby’s face, he added quickly, “It’s good. I promise.” Sean spent the next half-hour helping customers. He was just finishing when he saw Sam enter the store. He couldn’t help smiling to himself, particularly after what Katie and Bobby had told him earlier. He’d never thought of Sam as potential boyfriend material, but looking at him now, he had to admit the man was attractive. “Evening, Sam.”

Bottled Up 23 “Hi, Sean.” His gaze shifted. “Hey, Bobby.” Sam waved and Bobby waved back, looking sheepish. “I’m looking for a special wine for a special meal.” “Sounds like you have a big date.” Sean tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “What are you serving?” “Rotisserie-roasted beef.” Sean went to the reds and pulled out a bottle of cabernet. “This is one of my favorites. It’s excellent with beef.” “Perfect. I’ll take it.” Sean took the bottle to the register. “So, when’s the big date?” Sean rang up the purchase and Sam handed him his credit card. “I don’t quite know; when are you free for dinner?” Sean did a double take, making sure he’d heard him right. “You’re asking me on a date?” “Yeah… I am.” Sam’s smile sent a jolt through him. “I’d like that.” “Great. Tomorrow night, after the store closes?” “I’d love to but….” Sean looked over at Bobby, who was cleaning the floor near the front door. “Bring him with you; I’ve got plenty of things he’ll love.” Sean wasn’t sure what kind of date it would be, but he found himself with a huge smile and he agreed, putting his concerns aside. “Good. I’ll see you at about eight-thirty.” Sam picked up the bottle of wine and said goodbye before leaving the store with a smile on his handsome face. As soon as the door closed, Bobby was at the counter. “Did he ask you out?” “Tomorrow night, for dinner at his house.”

Andrew Grey 24 “Are you gonna go?” Sean nodded, his thoughts elsewhere. “I’ll make myself scarce then.” That brought Sean’s attention back to the here and now. “He invited you to come too.” Bobby shook his head vigorously. “He said he had video games and stuff you’d like.” “How’re you gonna get lucky with me along?” “Bobby, it’s just dinner, and he specifically invited you.” Bobby eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing. “Let’s get the store closed so we can go home. As I said earlier, we definitely need to talk.” The next half hour or so saw the last customers for the day, the store darkened, and closed. The drive home was quiet, both of them tired after a long day. When they got to Sean’s house ten minutes away in the Bay View section of Milwaukee, Bobby was half-asleep. Sean unlocked the door and took off his coat. “You need a snack?” Bobby yawned. “Thanks.” “Go sit in the living room; I’ll be right in.” Sean went into the kitchen and made some popcorn, returning to the living room with a huge bowl and some sodas. Bobby started eating almost immediately. “I have something that I need to ask you. This is your decision and I’ll abide by what you want.” Bobby’s hands stilled and he stopped eating as he looked at Sean, apprehension in his eyes, “O… kay….” “I told you earlier it was good,” Sean started to stammer, suddenly unsure of himself. “At least I hope you’ll think it’s good.” Bobby’s head tilted as Sean rambled. “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to stay here.” Bobby had started eating again, but his hand stopped, still in the bowl. “For how long?” “For as long as you’d like to stay.” Sean looked at the teenager’s face, wondering what his reaction would be.

Bottled Up 25 “You’re kidding, right?” Disbelief and suspicion were written on his face. “You have to be. No one is that nice.” “No, I’m not kidding, and why can’t someone be that nice? You’re a good kid who deserves a safe, stable home with people who care for you. If you don’t want to stay here, that’s fine, but don’t sell yourself short. You deserve the same chances in life as anyone else.” “Would I have to go to school?” His face looked like he’d been asked to eat snails. “Yes, we’d enroll you in school and contact your caseworker so you’d be able to live here legally.” Bobby kept studying him closely, examining every minute facial feature. “You don’t know me at all and yet you’re willing to let me live here… for nothing?” Sean nodded. “You don’t want anything from me?” “We’ve been through this before, but I’ll be plain. I expect us to treat each other with respect. I expect you to work in the store after school for which I will pay you. I expect you to go to school and work hard, get the best grades you can so you can have the best chances in life possible. But most of all, I don’t want you to wonder where your next meal is coming from, if you’re warm enough, or if you’ll have a place to live.” “So I’ll be working at the store for my room and board.” “No, the money you earn will be your own. Some will be saved, but the rest will be yours to spend. You’ll buy your own clothes and lunches at school, but the rest of the money will be yours to spend as you like.” “I don’t get it. What do you get out of this?” Sean didn’t really have an answer for that question. What did anyone get out of doing what was right? He felt something for Bobby—not at all what he felt for a lover, but something close to what he thought a parent might feel, maybe… kind of… he wasn’t really sure. He just knew he had to help Bobby. That he’d be missing

Andrew Grey 26 something if he didn’t. Slowly, he sat back in his chair, watching as Bobby watched him, pondering the question. “There’s no easy answer to that one.” He felt as though he needed to give Bobby an answer he could understand, but that was hard when he didn’t fully understand it himself. What had drawn him to Bobby and why had he allowed himself to form a connection with the teenager? That was a lot of introspection when the answer, the real answer, was right there and he knew it. He just didn’t want to admit it, but he knew he had to. Honesty with himself and Bobby was the only way this was going to work. “I don’t usually talk about this with anyone… but you deserve to know, because it answers your questions, and because honesty is important. You need to be honest with me and I need to be honest with you.” Sean stopped, gathering his courage. “I’m not going into details, but I’ll tell you this: what almost happened to you in the alley yesterday morning, actually happened to me.” “Oh….” Bobby looked surprised, but he also seemed satisfied with the answer, because he started eating again. “I guess it’s my turn.” He took another handful of popcorn, shoved it into his mouth, chewed, and then swallowed before putting the bowl on the table. “I told you I ran away from the last foster home.” Sean nodded his understanding. “I ran away because the son of my foster parents kept putting the moves on me, and when I told his folks, they accused me of lying.” Bobby actually looked like he was about to cry. “I couldn’t stay there any longer and no one would believe me, so I took off before he could try something else. That was last summer. At first it was easy, but as it got colder, it got harder and harder to keep warm and find food.” “I believe you, Bobby.” “You do?” “Yes, I do, and I appreciate you telling me what happened. I know that wasn’t easy.” Sean picked up the bowl of popcorn. “I think that’s enough sob stories for one night.” Bobby actually smiled. “How about a little TV before turning in? Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.” Sean couldn’t wait.

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SATURDAY morning was clear and cold as they headed to the store. “Why are we leaving so early?” Bobby had asked as they got into the car. “We have a stop to make.” Sean drove them to the local branch of the public library, just a few blocks from his house, and he saw Bobby scowl. “Not much of a reader?” “I don’t read very well.” The frown remained. “I’m not surprised; you haven’t had much of an opportunity.” Sean laughed lightly at Bobby’s expression. “Come on; we’ll find you something you’ll like.” He seemed skeptical, but followed Sean inside. Bobby looked around as they entered, watching the people, but keeping his hands in his pockets like he was afraid to touch anything. Sean picked out a few books for himself and then picked up the first Harry Potter book for Bobby. Back in the car, Sean handed Bobby the book and he promptly handed it back. “I don’t read very well.” The scowl deepened. “You won’t improve if you don’t try. Besides, these aren’t hard to read and they’re fun, with wizards and magic. You’ll like them.” He handed the book back to Bobby, who didn’t give it back this time. Arriving at the store, Sean got ready to open while Bobby swept up and made sure the walk was clear and dry. “Why don’t you relax for

Andrew Grey 28 a while? The store won’t be busy until after lunch and I don’t want you working all day.” Bobby smiled and disappeared in the back. A few minutes later, Sean heard the TV click on. When Katie came in just before noon, Sean went back to see if Bobby was ready for lunch and was surprised to find him reclining on the futon, engrossed in the book. “Ready for lunch?” Bobby put the book down and got his coat. “I’ll be right out.” When Sean had his coat on, he found Bobby out front, talking to Katie. The two of them had their heads together. When they heard him, Katie lifted her head and smiled knowingly at him before helping a customer. Returning from lunch, they walked into a madhouse. Both Sean and Bobby got busy, spending the afternoon and early evening taking care of business. By their normal dinner time, they were both starving, so he sent Bobby for a light snack. He returned a few minutes later, looking pale and shaking. “What happened?” Sean watched as Bobby walked straight to the back of the store. He looked at Katie and then followed him. “What’s wrong?” Bobby was sitting on the futon in the office, rocking back and forth, obviously frightened. Sean sat next to him, an arm around his shoulders. “I saw Big Mike near the deli. He ran toward me as soon as he saw me.” Bobby was still breathing hard. “I ran back here as fast as I could.” “Shit!” Sean was on his feet racing into the store as fast as he could. There were a few customers milling around and a large man standing outside, looking in the front windows. “Katie, call the police!” She picked up the phone as Sean watched the large man move away from the windows and down the street. He could hear her on the phone, speaking to someone. “They’ll send someone right over.” “Good. I’m going to check the security cameras to see if we got him on tape.” Once he was in the back room, he found Bobby, still sitting in the office. Sean sat next to him. “I saw him standing out front. The police are on their way.”

Bottled Up 29 “He’s gonna get me somehow.” His voice was so small, so scared. “Not if I can help it.” Sean pulled Bobby into a hug, holding the scared teenager close until he could feel the fear start to ebb away. “We need to check the cameras to see if we got a picture of him so we can give it to the police.” Bobby nodded against Sean’s body and then pulled away. Together, they reviewed the tapes. They hadn’t gotten of image of Big Mike. He’d never entered the store and they got no detail through the window. “The police will be here soon; I’ll speak with them.” Bobby nodded, and Sean reluctantly went out front, hating to leave Bobby alone. The police arrived a few minutes later, meeting Sean in the store. Neither of them was familiar and Sean filled them in before taking them back to Bobby. The teenager was still in the office. He’d stopped shaking but he was still upset. One of the police officers, a woman who introduced herself as Officer Piety, took the lead and sat next to Bobby, asking him questions and speaking to him in a soft, compassionate tone. Sean couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could see Bobby finally start to relax. The other officer spoke with Sean. “I noticed security cameras as we entered. Did they get him?” Sean shook his head. “I checked, but he never entered the store.” “I wish we had a picture of this guy. I read the report from Thursday and it’d be a lot easier to find this guy if we had a picture of him. Your description was good, but a picture helps.” Sean didn’t know how they’d get a picture and he was going to do everything he could to keep Bobby away from him. As they finished their conversation, Officer Piety stood up, squeezed Bobby’s shoulder, and then walked out into the store with Sean. They told him the usual things: “We’re doing our best and we’ll find him. Blah, blah, blah.” Sean’s only concern was making sure Bobby was safe. Once the officers were gone, he rushed down the street and got Bobby the snack

Andrew Grey 30 he’d missed, bringing it back into the office. He was greeted with a sad, forlorn look. “I’m sorry I’m doing this to you.” “You’re not doing this; he is, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He handed Bobby the bag. He wasn’t sure what to get, but the sweet store just down the street made the best caramel corn, so he’d gotten a bag for Bobby. The look on his face when he opened the bag was priceless, like he’d won the lottery. “Don’t eat too much— remember we’re having dinner with Sam.” Sean stepped to the door of the office. “Call if you need anything.” Bobby promised he would and Sean went back to work. At closing time, he went through his routine quickly, making sure everything was locked up and secure. He even checked the sidewalk just to make sure no one was waiting for them. Finally they locked the front door and walked to Sean’s car, Bobby looking all around him. They got in the car and immediately locked the doors. Sean started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “I know you’re nervous, but you did the right thing.” Bobby’s face turned toward Sean. “They’ll find him. I know they will, and until they do, we’re going to keep you safe.” Sean squeezed his arm. “I mean it.” “You don’t have to do this.” “I know I don’t have to, Bobby.” Sean followed Sam’s directions to a white house on a short, quiet street. When they got out of the car, both Bobby and Sean looked at each other, puzzled. They could hear the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. Wow, Sam’s house was on Lake Michigan. As he looked between the houses, he could see a huge, black expanse through the gap. The front door of the house opened and Sam stood in the doorway looking good. Really good. “Come in out of the cold.” The temperature had plummeted with the clear night and they hurried down the walk and into the house. Sean was surprised at the homey feel. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this. The house was beautiful, with warm, earthy

Bottled Up 31 yellow walls and large, comfortable furniture. Sam took their coats and led them into the living room. “I’m just finishing dinner.” “Can we help?” Sean looked up into Sam’s sky-blue eyes, a surge of desire running through his body. “You could open the wine.” Bobby sat on the sofa and relaxed while Sam led the way to the kitchen with Sean following. “Your kitchen is unbelievable.” The rich cherry cabinets, black appliances, and granite countertops made for a spectacular kitchen. “Where’s the…?” Next to the refrigerator were a dozen bottles of wine. Sean picked up a bottle, looking at the label, then set it down and picked up another. “You never drank them.” Sam shook his head, looking straight into Sean’s eyes. “I don’t drink much.” “Then why’d you buy…?” Sean smiled, the answer plain as day. “You could have just stopped by; you didn’t need to buy something.” Sam had been stopping by the store once or twice a week, purchasing a bottle of wine each time he stopped in, and each and every bottle was lined up next to the refrigerator. “I knew you had a boyfriend, but I kept hoping….” Sam handed him the bottle he’d bought that afternoon along with a corkscrew. “I ended it yesterday.” “Oh.” Sam sounded different, unreadable. “I should have done it months ago.” Sean looked at Sam and saw a smile. “That’s what Katie said.” “Katie? What’s she got to do with this?” “She called me today and told me that you were free and I should act fast. I believe her exact words were ‘Strike while the iron is hot!’” Sean started to laugh and Sam joined in with him, “I’ll have to do something nice for her tomorrow.” Sean pulled the cork and set the

Andrew Grey 32 wine on the counter. The oven timer dinged and Sam opened the door and pulled out a mouth-watering beef roast. The smell filled the room and a few seconds later, Bobby appeared at the door, led by his nose. Sam had already set the table and the three of them dished up the incredible meal and then took their places in Sam’s large dining room. To Sean’s relief, Bobby slowed down his eating. “I understand you had some excitement today.” Bobby looked worried, but Sean gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, we did. Bobby saw this attacker on the street and ran back to the store. I saw him outside the windows, but didn’t get him on the cameras.” “I wish we had a picture of this guy. It would really help.” Sam looked at Bobby and smiled. “Let’s talk about something else.” Sam took a bite of beef and swallowed. “I’ve got video games and movies in the family room.” The sad look on Bobby’s face morphed into a huge smile. “Cool!” And the pace of his eating sped up. Sean had to keep from laughing. “This isn’t a race, Bobby.” “Sorry.” He slowed down. “It’s all right. I’m glad you like my cooking.” Sam was grinning too. Sean couldn’t remember when he’d last had a meal like this. “This is incredible. Where’d you learn to cook like this?” The beef melted in his mouth, the beans wrapped in bacon and onion were delicious, and the potatoes were indescribably good. “My mom insisted I learn to cook. I was the youngest of four boys and the only one interested in cooking, so she taught me everything she knew.” “She must have been something special.” “She really was.” Sam had a really wistful look on his face as he spoke about his mother.

Bottled Up 33 “I wish mine was.” Sean barely heard what Bobby said, but the pain in the teenager’s voice cut through his thoughts like a knife. Sean didn’t know what to say, but he tried. “Was she always using?” Bobby shook his head. “No. When I was young, she was fun. I remember her taking me to the zoo, playing with me in the yard. She was great.” Sam set down his fork. “Do you know what happened?” Bobby shook his head, casting down his eyes. Looking at that sad face, seeing those sad eyes, Sean had a flash of sudden insight. “Bobby, you didn’t do anything that drove your mother to drugs.” Bobby’s huge eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing. “You being better, or quieter, or smarter, wouldn’t have changed anything.” Bobby nodded slowly and Sean put an arm around his shoulders. “I mean it. This isn’t your burden to carry.” Bobby nodded, the moment passed, and they returned to Sam’s fine dinner. After dinner, Sam cleared the table. “Would you like dessert now, or should we wait a bit?” “I’m good for now. How about you, Bobby?” “I’m good too. Can I check out the video games?” Sean breathed a sigh of relief at the excited look on Bobby’s face. “Yeah, come on.” Sam led him toward the back of the house and Sean soon heard the sound of monsters biting the dust, then quiet. Sam returned a few minutes later, a huge smile on his face. “He’s something else.” Sam sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to him. “I know.” Sean accepted Sam’s invitation. “I’m still trying to figure out how anyone could let him go.” “He’s really touched your heart, hasn’t he?” “Yeah, he has.”

Andrew Grey 34 “That is so incredible.” “You don’t think I’m being ridiculously impulsive or something?” Sam leaned closer and Sean got a whiff of his clean, manly scent. “No, I think what you’re doing is wonderful. If everyone helped someone else the way you’re helping Bobby, my job would be so easy.” “I was wondering if you’d be able to help me. I need to find Bobby’s caseworker, so he can live with me legally. He needs to be enrolled in school.” There was so much he needed to do and he didn’t know half of it. “I can find out for you.” Sam’s voice got really soft and rich. Sean nodded slowly as he found Sam’s lips really close to his, so close he could feel the warmth from his skin. Sean leaned forward slightly and their lips touched, ever so softly. He couldn’t help himself and a small whimper escaped. Sam took that as an invitation, deepening the kiss, and Sean whimpered again. Sam tasted wonderful, his firm lips taking charge of their kiss, hands holding his cheeks while Sam’s tongue tickled his upper lip. Sean’s lips parted almost on their own and Sam thrust his tongue forward, playing with Sean’s, swirling them together. Sean’s entire body was on fire, his senses on overdrive, mind clouding with desire. His pants felt two sizes too tight, but he tried to ignore it, forcing his mind onto the wonderful things Sam’s lip and tongue were doing to him; those lips, nibbling on his, pulling and tugging gently. Sean felt Sam’s weight pressing him back against the sofa cushions and soon he was looking up into Sam’s eyes. “I want you, Sean. I want you so bad.” Sam kissed him again, hard and insistent. “We can’t, Sam.” Sean pulled away, looking up at a handsome face and warm eyes. “We need to take this slow, please.” Sean was afraid Sam wouldn’t understand, but his reluctance was met with a huge smile.

Bottled Up 35 “I know, but I can feel that you want me too. That’s enough… for now.” Slowly, Sean felt Sam’s weight lift and then he was being tugged back into a seated position and kissed. His brain felt like it was melting. “I think I was promised dessert.” Sean needed a chance to breathe and his body was throbbing to the point where he knew he had to stop now or he’d never be able to. “That you were.” Sam stood up and Sean’s eyes gravitated to the sizable bulge in the front of Sam’s pants. “I made chocolate cake.” Sean lowered his eyes slightly as Sam headed into the kitchen, but he did peek at the man’s ass. “God, what a butt.” Sam stuck his head around the door. “Did you say something?” Sean reddened. “No,” he said, trying to look innocent. He knew Sam wasn’t buying it, but to the man’s credit, he said nothing. Sam returned a few minutes later with three plates, setting down two of them. “I’ll take this in to Bobby.” Sam stepped to the back of the house, returning a few minutes later. “Sean?” Sam crooked his finger, indicating he should follow. Sean followed Sam, whispering, “What is it?” Sam pointed to the coffee table, in front of Bobby. “Look at that.”

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SEAN watched as Bobby sat at the coffee table, the television switched off and the video game silent, drawing on a piece of paper with a pencil. The teenager had his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated on what he was doing. Sean said nothing, not wanting to break his concentration, and silently they retreated back to the living room. “When I brought in the cake, he didn’t even look up.” Sam sat back on the sofa, indicating for Sean to sit next to him. Sean complied, sitting next to the sexy policeman. “He’s one special person. After all he’s been through….” “I know. We see homeless kids all the time and they don’t generally act like him.” Sam slipped an arm around Sean’s shoulder, watching as the other man ate his dessert, wishing he was using those lips on something else. Sean felt an arm around his shoulders and it felt good. He leaned against the strong body next to him. It had been awhile since he’d been held by someone. Ted was more of a get-down-to-action type of guy, rather than someone who held and comforted him. Sean suddenly realized how much he’d missed that. “I like that.” “Like what?” Sam smiled teasingly as he squeezed his shoulder. “That.” He pressed against Sam’s arm. “Being held. It’s been a long time. My ex wasn’t into that sort of thing.” Sean looked at Sam

Bottled Up 37 out of the corner of his eye and saw the shocked look on Sam’s face. “What?” “I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to hold you.” His face got closer and his voice got softer. “Kiss you.” Sam’s lips touched Sean’s. “Make love to you.” Sam didn’t get any closer, but Sean could feel the heat from his body and his pants suddenly felt tight. Slowly, he turned his head and Sam closed the distance between their lips. The touch was soft, gentle, and oh-so-sweet. Sean tasted chocolate and so much more on Sam’s lips and he whimpered softly as the kiss deepened. Slowly, he set his cake on the coffee table. Sam must have taken that as an invitation to continue because his tongue pressed to his lips and without his control they parted, giving Sam access to his mouth. His brain clouded as he gave complete control of the kiss over to Sam, letting him have his way with his mouth. Slowly, Sean pulled back, needing desperately to catch his breath. “Wow.” His head was spinning slightly as he reclaimed control of himself and sat back on the sofa. “You’re good.” Sam smiled and picked up his cake from the table, taking a small piece on his fork and moving it to Sean’s mouth. “Your kisses are sweeter.” Sam moaned softly as Sean took the bite from the fork. Sean was about to argue, but his denial was kissed from his lips. As their lips parted, Sean heard a soft cough. Smiling sheepishly, he looked up and saw Bobby standing in the doorway, trying not to look at them. “What is it, Bobby?” Sean moved away from Sam and waited. Slowly, Bobby stepped into the room, carrying a piece of paper. “What have you got?” Bobby handed Sean the paper and stepped back. “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” Sam got up and brought Bobby the piece of cake he’d left for him in the kitchen while Sean looked at Bobby’s drawing. It was a perfect likeness of this Big Mike character, right down to the bulbous nose and the threatening look in his eye. “You drew this?” Bobby nodded. “It’s fantastic.” Sam returned from the kitchen, handing Bobby his piece of

Andrew Grey 38 cake. “Sam, look at this.” He handed Sam the drawing. “That’s the man who attacked Bobby in the alley.” “Wow! That’s really good, Bobby.” “You said it would help if you had a picture.” He sounded so unsure of himself, like he’d done something wrong. “This is great.” Sam couldn’t help smiling, “This’ll be a big help.” Bobby smiled at Sam’s comment, sitting in one of the chairs, digging into his piece of cake. Once Bobby had finished his dessert, Sean checked his watch, realized it was nearly midnight, and couldn’t figure out where the time had gone. “It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed an evening like this, but I think we need to get going.” He could see the word “stay” in Sam’s eyes, and he was tempted to take him up on the unspoken offer, but he wasn’t ready for that, not yet. Maybe not for a while. “I enjoyed having you here. Both of you.” Sam looked at Bobby, making sure the teenager knew he wasn’t some sort of tagalong. With a sigh, Sam got up and retrieved their coats from the closet. Sean and Bobby met him in the hall. “Thank you for everything. The dinner, the kisses, being held….” Sean leaned forward, giving him a soft, but hot, kiss goodbye. “Teenager here.” The playful tone of Bobby’s voice made both of them laugh. Sam leaned close, his lips next to Sean’s ear. “Thank you for coming.” The seductive tone in his voice vibrated through Sean from his ear to his toes. After a slight nip behind the ear, Sam retreated and turned his attention to his younger guest. “Thanks for having me. The food was great!” Pure delight was evident in Bobby’s voice. “You’re welcome.” To Sean and Sam’s surprise, Bobby stepped forward and gave Sam a brief hug before his teenage machismo took over again.

Bottled Up 39 Sean then took Bobby’s place, giving Sam a goodbye hug, but this one definitely much less chaste. Those strong arms around his body sent a shiver through him. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” That seductive voice wrapped around Sean like a blanket. “Good night.” Sean reluctantly stepped out of Sam’s arms, immediately missing the closeness and warmth. Sam opened the door and his two guests left the house, making their way down the walk before getting into Sean’s car. Just before starting the car, Sean turned and looked at the front of the house. The door was just closing. Smiling to himself, he turned the key in the ignition. “I shouldn’t have come. If I hadn’t, you might have gotten lucky.” Bobby’s eyes were glued to his shoes. “Yes, you should have. He invited you. And anyway, I did get lucky. I got to spend the evening with him and you. That makes me lucky. I hope you had a nice time.” “I did. I could get used to it.” So that was it. “You should get used to it. I talked to Sam and he’s going to find out who your caseworker is and I’m going to make an appointment to see what we can do so you can stay with me.” “You’re really serious?” Hope tinged with a little fear colored his voice. “Yes, I’m serious.” The eyes on him changed and for the first time a full-on, carefree, happy teenager smile flashed his way. It was very nearly the best smile he’d ever seen. “I don’t know what I’ll have to do, but I’m going to try.” They arrived at home a few minutes later, walking quietly into the house. “Get ready for bed. It’s late and I need to be at the store by eleven.” “Do you want me to go with you?” “If you want.”

Andrew Grey 40 “You mean you’d let me stay at your house alone?” “It’s your home too.” Bobby thought for a minute. “I’d like to come to the store with you.” Sean hung up the coats and then turned back to Bobby. “What if Big Mike showed up?” “Okay, but be sure to bring your book.” The smile was back. “I will, and I was wondering if you had some paper I could use?” “Sure; I’ll get some for you.” Sean went into his office, calling back as he looked through his desk, “Have you been drawing long?” “As long as I can remember.” Sean came back and handed Bobby a stack of paper. “You’re very good.” Bobby shrugged again, but Sean made a note to himself that after lunch, there was someone he needed to introduce Bobby to. Sean yawned and tried to cover it, but gave up. After he locked the doors, he headed upstairs and got cleaned up. After checking on Bobby, he climbed into bed, which suddenly seemed huge and cold. Patting the pillow next to him, he found himself wondering what it would be like to have Sam there, which surprised him. Ted never stayed at his place—he’d never allowed it—but the thought of Sam in his bed made him feel warm and excited. “Maybe there is hope.” With a smile, Sean rolled over, burrowing under the warm covers, letting sleep wash over him. The alarm blaring in his ear woke him from an amazing dream. With a slap, he silenced it and got himself out of bed, padding sleepily to the bathroom. After cleaning up, he padded back to his room, still bleary-eyed. “Nice PJs.” Bobby was snickering at him. Sean looked down at his sleepwear, suddenly realizing how stupid he must look. It was winter and he was wearing flannel pajamas because he always got cold during the night, and he definitely wasn’t used to having anyone else see him. “Maybe I should get something else.”

Bottled Up 41 Bobby snickered again. “Ya think?” Shaking his head, he said, “If Sam sees those, he’ll probably run screaming from the house. They’re just so sexy.” Bobby started to cackle and raced into the bathroom, shutting the door just as Sean lunged for the sassy teenager. With a self-deprecating smile, he returned to his room to get ready for the day. The short morning passed quickly with few customers and some additional stocking to replenish the store from a busy Saturday. Sean worked alone in the store with Bobby amusing himself in the office. The teenager had been working hard and Sean was determined to give him a day off. When he’d last checked, Bobby had been drawing, which triggered a thought. “Katie, could you watch the store for a while this afternoon?” A blonde head shot up from behind the counter. “Sure. I should be able to handle the rush.” She looked around at a store devoid of customers and went back to her cleaning, and just as her head disappeared, the bell on the door jingled as a group of afternoon shoppers entered the store. A few minutes later, Laura, his accountant and one of his former college roommates, swept into the store, giving Sean a hearty hug. “How have you been?” “Good.” Katie piped up from behind the counter, “He’s better than good. He dumped Ted and he had a date last night.” Sean smirked, “Thank you, Gossiping Gertie,” Katie stuck her tongue out at him and smiled as she went to help customers. Laura looked over her glasses and smirked. “Thank God. It’s about time you woke up and smelled the vinegar.” “I thought you liked him.” Sean was really puzzled; he’d thought she and Ted had always gotten along. “Are you kidding? I tolerated the self-centered moron because of you, but I kept hoping you’d realize you could do better.”

Andrew Grey 42 “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because you wouldn’t have believed me, and you needed to find out on your own. It was your opinion that counted, not mine.” She swatted his butt and marched toward the back room. Sean chuckled to himself as he finished shelving the case of wine, glad his back was feeling better and waiting. He wasn’t disappointed. “Sean,” he heard Laura’s voice call softly from the door to the office, “there’s a strange teenager in here and he’s drawing a picture of you.” Sean walked into the office with Laura on his heels; Bobby was completely engrossed in his drawing, paying no attention at all to anything around him. God, you’d think he was my kid. Sean had been the same way growing up, becoming immersed in something, usually the television, and hearing nothing around him. “Bobby.” The head of dark hair shot up, the spell broken. “This is Laura Bessemer…. Laura, this is Bobby Thompson.” Laura extended her hand and it took Bobby a second before he uncurled himself from the table and shook it. “Laura and I are old friends and she does the books for the store on Sundays.” Bobby squinted suspiciously and looked at Sean for reassurance before relaxing a little. “It’s nice to meet you.” He then started to quickly gather up the papers on the table. “I should clean up this mess.” Sean helped him put the papers in order. “We need to go to lunch.” Bobby nodded and looked around for a place to put his drawings. Sean handed him a file folder. “Bring them with you.” Bobby put the papers in the folder and picked up his coat while Sean pulled on his as well. “We’ll be gone an hour or so.” “Okay. Have Katie call me if she needs help.” Bobby was already halfway to the front door. “What’s the story with him, anyway?” Sean peeked around the corner, watching Katie. “I’m sure Katie will fill you in just as soon as I’m gone.” He knew those two so well it was almost scary. Sean caught up with Bobby at the front door. “Let’s go to The Boulangerie for lunch.”

Bottled Up 43 “I’ve never been there, but it always smelled good.” They walked the block to the restaurant and had a lunch of excellent European-style salads and authentic French bread. After eating, they left the restaurant, and Bobby turned back toward the store. “Where you going?” Bobby turned, realizing Sean was turning the other way. “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Bobby caught up and they walked over to the next street. Sean walked them to the front of a spacious store. Bobby looked at the lettering on the windows. “Tyler’s Antiques? Why did you bring me here?” Sean could barely contain his smirk as he opened the door. “Just trust me.” He held the door for Bobby and followed him into the store. It was like stepping into a whole other world of beautiful, sumptuous furniture and gorgeous art. “Can I help…? Sean!” Tyler, the owner of the store, pulled him into a hug. “How’s business? I’m so glad you opened the store. We really needed a wine store and it looks great.” “Thanks.” He smiled and put an arm around his teenage companion. “This is Bobby Thompson. We were wondering if Mark would have a few minutes.” “Sure. He’s working, but he could probably use a break. Just go on back.” Sean directed Bobby through the store to a door near the back and they stepped from a world of furniture polish to one of linseed oil as they entered Mark’s studio. “What’s this?” Bobby looked around, whispering reverently. “Tyler’s partner is a well-known artist.” Sean knocked on the door to what he knew was Mark’s inner sanctum and a few seconds later they heard footsteps and the door cracked open. “Sean. This is a surprise.” The door opened further. “And who’s this?”

Andrew Grey 44 Sean smiled. “This is Bobby.” “Wow.” Bobby’s gaze kept bouncing. “This is awesome.” His fingers ran across the back of Mark’s easel. “Is this where you work?” Sean saw the excitement in Bobby’s eyes; then, as if someone had turned out a light, his eyes sunk to the floor. “What’s in the folder?” Bobby tried to hide it behind his back. “Just… nothing. Just some of my doodlings. I don’t want to waste your time.” Mark smiled and stepped forward. “Let me be the judge of that.” Mark reached for the folder and Bobby released it. Mark took it to a table and spread out the contents. “How long did it take you to do these?” Bobby spoke to his shoes. “I did them at the store this morning. I told you they weren’t worth your time.” He tried to reach for the drawings, but Mark intercepted his hand as he rearranged the drawings on the table. “These are good, really good,” Mark mumbled to the table before turning to Bobby. “Maybe better than what I was doing at your age.” “They are?” Bobby’s eyes lifted and he looked Mark in the eye. “Yes, they are.” Mark motioned Bobby to the table. “Look at the perspective you used on this one.” Sean smiled as they huddled together around the table and he quietly turned and went back into the store where Tyler was helping a customer. Sean wandered through the displays. “They’re huddled together, aren’t they?” Tyler’s voice startled him slightly. “Yeah they are.” “They could be awhile.” “I know.” Sean checked his watch. “I need to get back to the store.” “I’ll send Bobby back when they’re done.”

Bottled Up 45 Sean looked at the door of the studio and became concerned. “Okay. Just don’t let him walk back alone.” Tyler looked surprised and Sean gave him an abbreviated reason for his concern, and he was assured that one of them would make sure he got back. Sean thanked Tyler and left the antique shop, walking back to his own store.

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THE afternoon was passing fast and Sean was starting to worry. He’d been back from the antique store for over two hours and Bobby hadn’t returned. Customers had kept him so busy that he’d lost track of time, but now that the flow of wine purchasers had slowed, he’d had a chance to check his watch. “Would you stop pacing? You’ll wear out the concrete.” Katie’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but he could tell she was just covering her own anxiety. “I can’t help it.” The thought of Bobby in danger made him shiver. Katie leaned on the counter. “I know…. I like him too.” Sean was about to go looking for the teenager when the door opened and Bobby rushed in carrying his folder, followed quickly by Sam in his uniform. “Mark showed me all sorts of things.” Bobby’s face shone as he went on. “He told me I could be an artist some day if I wanted. Thanks, Sean.” With a grin, Bobby disappeared in the back of the store, only to rush back. “Mark said he was having an exhibition on Saturday and he asked me to come.” Sean couldn’t help laughing at Bobby’s energy. “Sure, we can go. I’ll call Mark and get the details.” This time, Bobby hugged him in gratitude before disappearing again into the office. “I wish I had his energy.” Sean turned his attention to the tall, broad-shouldered police officer. “Thanks for bringing him.”

Bottled Up 47 “It’s no problem. I met him at Tyler’s and they asked me to walk him back.” Sam turned to Sean. “I hope you don’t mind?” Sean looked at Katie, trying to make herself inconspicuous behind the counter, but obviously paying close attention to the two of them. “Are you on duty?” “For the next few hours, and I really need to get going.” That voice wrapped around him like it had the night before, particularly when it got soft. “Can I see you later?” Sean looked back at the office. “Sean, I’ll take Bobby home.” He looked at Katie and nodded softly, accepting her generous offer before returning his attention to the alluring man standing in front of him. “I’d love to see you later.” He had to restrain himself from moving into Sam’s arms and kissing him. Sam was on duty and he knew that wouldn’t be appropriate, but he wanted to. He wanted to badly, and it surprised him. He hadn’t wanted to since…. He shivered uncontrollably as the fear came back to him. “Are you okay?” Sean forced himself to smile. “Yeah… I’m okay.” “I’ll pick you up here when I get off my shift.” Sam touched his hand and turned to leave. “Sam.” He turned around and Sean stepped to him, impulsively kissing him gently. “I’ll see you later.” Sam smiled and touched his cheek before leaving the store with a spring in his step. After smiling at Katie, Sean went back to the office. Bobby was sitting at the table, diligently working on a drawing, while Laura worked at the computer entering figures into her spreadsheets. “Bobby.” The dark head of hair shifted, deep brown eyes looking up at him. “Katie’s going to take you home if that’s okay.” “You going out with Sam?” Sean nodded, trying to keep the fear at bay. “Cool. He really likes you.” Bobby went back to his drawing

Andrew Grey 48 and Sean watched his pencil scrape across the paper, his mind becoming lost in his own thoughts. “Sean.” He realized Laura had turned around and was speaking to him. He turned and looked at her, but said nothing, and her expression changed from concentrating accountant to caring, worried friend. Then she got up from her chair and motioned for him to follow her, which he did, to the back of the wine storage area. “I know that look; I’ve seen it before. What are you afraid of?” Sean said nothing. He didn’t know what he was afraid of himself, and he most certainly couldn’t put it into words. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the fear at bay. “Sean, you need to tell him. I know you never felt comfortable enough with Ted to tell him, but you have to trust someone, and Sam will understand. If anyone will understand, it’s him. I’m sure of it.” “How can I? What if he doesn’t want me?” The fear was front and center again. “Then he isn’t worth your time, but you need to take the leap with someone. It’s been too long and you’ve got to deal with it. Besides, you’ve already opened your heart in a way you never did before.” She looked back at the office. “And it’s a wonderful thing you’re doing for Bobby, so do something for yourself and open your heart.” She pulled him into a hug. “It’s been a long time.” “Maybe you’re right.” “I know I am. You’re my oldest friend and I love you like a brother… so just be happy.” She kissed him on the cheek and went back into the office to complete her work, but only after grabbing a glass of wine from the tasting bar. With a shrug, he got back to work himself. He worked extra hard the rest of the afternoon, making sure the store was as full and ready for business as possible. He’d also planned his promotions for the next two weeks and made the list of items he needed to order. There’d been a steady stream of customers. Sean was on the phone helping a customer order some champagne for an upcoming party when Sam entered the store. He’d changed out of his uniform and he looked good. Really good. “You about ready to go?”

Bottled Up 49 “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.” Sam nodded and Bobby, hearing Sam’s voice, popped out of the office and the two of them started talking, while Sean finished his final chores for the day. “I shouldn’t be too late.” “You’d better be.” Katie smirked as she looked at Sam. “You have fun and don’t worry.” Sean could tell she was looking at Sam’s butt encased in those jeans because that’s where he was looking too. That wide back tapered to a narrow waist, just above that high, tight, round butt. Katie elbowed him in the side. “Ride ’em, cowboy.” “Katie, that was bad.” He started to snicker, shaking his head. “Funny… but bad.” He got his coat from the office and found Bobby still talking to Sam. “Katie’ll take you home and get you dinner.” He gave him some money. “What’s this for?” He took the money, putting it in his pocket. “When she burns dinner, you’ll need to order a pizza.” Bobby started to chuckle and covered his mouth as he dissolved into a fit of stifled laughter. “Okay.” He got himself under control but still continued to smile as he glanced at Katie. “I shouldn’t be too late.” Bobby rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, but said nothing. “I’ll see you later.” He was about to tell him to behave, but that sounded too much like a parent, and he wasn’t sure how Bobby would react to that, so he held it back. “Ready to go?” Sam’s eyes were focused on him and he felt like the most important person in the world. No one had ever looked at him like that and it felt so good, almost good enough to make him forget. Shit, why do I keep going back to that? Why does everything go back to that? Forcing the thought from his mind, he consciously pushed the thoughts away and concentrated on the handsome face and warm eyes of the man in front of him. “Yeah.” Sam slipped an arm around his waist and guided him to the door and out into the late-afternoon twilight. Sam’s warmth

Andrew Grey 50 sheltered him from the cold air, his heady, male scent filling his nose, sending a zing through his body. They arrived in front of a red BMW convertible and Sam opened the passenger door. Sean realized that while he hadn’t been expecting Sam to pick him up in a police cruiser, he certainly wasn’t expecting something this sporty. He’d pictured a pickup truck or big SUV. Sean got in the car and Sam opened the driver’s door, sliding in behind the wheel. “I found a great Belgian bistro that opened a few weeks ago. Is that okay?” He turned the key in the ignition. Sean couldn’t keep the delight off his face. “One with steak frites and real Belgian french fries?” Sam smiled as he pulled out of his parking place. “Yeah, they do them just like they do in the Old Country.” “A man after my own heart.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he hoped Sam didn’t get the wrong idea. Sam winked at him as he drove. “That’s the idea.” That deep sultry voice was back and Sean felt like asking Sam to repeat himself just so he could hear that tone again. “How long have you been a police officer?” “A little over six years. I initially was going to go to law school, but decided to attend the academy after graduation and I never regretted it. I like helping people and I’m proud that I’m one of the few openly gay members of the force.” “Was it hard coming out?” Sean stammered a little. “Being a police officer and all.” He’d heard that the field could be pretty closedminded. “I realized who I was just after high school and never felt the need to hide it. I was out at the academy, so I was out when I joined the force.” That voice was back. It seemed to appear when he was happy and when he was excited. Sean wondered what it would sound like when he was both. He shivered slightly.

Bottled Up 51 “Are you cold? I can turn up the heat.” Sean looked sheepish. “No, I’m fine.” Sam looked at him out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing more. “How did your partner like being teamed with a gay officer?” Sean stammered again and then gave up as he saw Sam smile brightly. “At first he was pissed off big time. I’ll never forget our first call; it was a gay bashing, of all things, outside Snugs. That must have been three, almost four years ago now.” Sean was about to ask what happened, but Sam continued. “It was summer and we got the call of a possible gay bashing. When we arrived, the victim was on the ground and his boyfriend was comforting him. He was wearing leather pants and a tight T-shirt and Johnson started giving him a hard time, but the best thing was, he stood up to him and refused to be bullied.” Sam smiled to himself. “He could have made things rough for Johnson, but he didn’t.” “I know someone who was bashed.” He searched his memory, trying to bring up the details they’d told him. “Bill and his partner Tom were going dancing and Bill was attacked by a group of thugs.” Sam started laughing as he pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot. “That was the case I was telling you about.” “No way!” “Yeah, Johnson and I were the officers on the scene.” Sean shook his head in disbelief. “Sometimes this town is so small.” Sean looked at Sam as he turned off the car. “When Tom told me the story, he said Johnson was a real dick.” “I know. He really was, but he’s come a long way since then and now I wouldn’t have any other partner.” “That’s so cool.” “It really is. So how long have you known Tom and Bill?” They got out of the car and headed into the restaurant, continuing their conversation. “

Andrew Grey 52 Before I opened the wine store, I worked with Bill in the hospital pharmacy,” Sean answered. “That’s quite a leap, from pharmacist to wine store owner.” Sam held the door open and they entered the small restaurant. The restaurant was busy, but Sam had called ahead and they were seated right away. The hostess gave them their menus and quietly went back to her station without a lot of the usual chatter, which was refreshing. Sam glanced at the menu and then prompted the conversation. “So you were a pharmacist.” “Yeah, it seems like a weird leap, but I always wanted my own business and I originally thought of opening my own pharmacy, but with the chain stores, it just isn’t really viable anymore. So I took some business classes and parlayed my love of wine into The Sommelier.” Sam reached across the table, stroking Sean’s hand gently. “Do you miss being a pharmacist?” “I miss the people I worked with more than the actual work, but most of them stop in the store, and the person I thought I’d miss most I get to see almost as often. Bill is a silent partner in the store. Well, Bill and Tom really, but Bill is my actual partner.” The waitress interrupted their conversation and took their orders. They both ordered the steak frites, described in the menu as a strip steak with a mustard cream sauce and an obscene amount of fries served with fresh mayonnaise. They both laughed at the description until their plates arrived and they realized they weren’t kidding; there were enough fries to feed a small country. They talked and laughed as they ate. Every so often, when Sean would put his fork down, he’d find Sam’s fingers stroking his hand gently. It felt so good, so gentle. He heard someone at the next table tsk and then whisper something, and he watched as Sam gave her his best stern policeman look and she returned sheepishly to her dinner. “Before I forget, I was able to find information on Bobby’s caseworker.” Sam rolled his eyes. “She’s a real ball buster, or at least she’d like to think she is. I was able to get an appointment for you on Wednesday morning

Bottled Up 53 at nine. I hope that’s okay.” Sean suddenly looked nervous. “I can go with you if you want; that’s my day off as well.” “You don’t have to.” Sam smiled. “I know I don’t have to.” That voice was back, and that look on Sam’s face was so hot, so expressive. “I’m glad I can help, and afterwards, maybe we can do something fun.” “Okay. Thank you.” Sean put his hand on top of Sam’s and smiled as Sam turned his hand over, lacing their fingers together. The simple act of holding hands felt so right, so warm, that Sean left his hand where it was, not wanting to take it away so he could continue eating. Eventually, Sam broke the contact by tickling his palm with his fingertips, and they returned to their dinners. “Do you have family in town?” Sam shook his head as he swallowed. “None I’m close to anymore. My parents passed away a few years ago. Dad died of a heart attack and Mom died of loneliness and a broken heart a few months later. She just couldn’t go on without him.” “I’m sorry. They must have loved each other very much.” “They did. They met just out of high school and married after Dad completed his military service. They were inseparable for almost fifty years.” “That must have made for a great childhood.” Sam smiled a happy-sad sort of smile. “It was. For the longest time, they thought they couldn’t have children and had completely given up. Then when she was almost forty, Mom got pregnant with me. The doctors said she shouldn’t have the baby, that it was too dangerous for her, but she insisted. She always called me her ‘miracle’.” The memories made Sam’s face sort of glow with happiness. “What about your family?” “Mom and Dad live in Cedarburg in the house I grew up in. They’re really great.”

Andrew Grey 54 Sam finished off his steak and started mopping up the remaining sauce with his fries. “Do they know you’re gay?” A dash of the old fear flashed through Sean, but he suppressed it. “Yes. They’ve been really supportive.” He wasn’t really interested in providing details, especially not over dinner. “They hated Ted on sight.” Sean smiled and Sam squinted as he waited for him to continue. “Ted was a spoiled rich kid who was used to getting his own way, and Mom and Dad didn’t think he was good enough for me.” “Oh. I’d like to meet them sometime.” Sean almost laughed at the look on Sam’s face. The big, strong police officer actually looked nervous. Sean slipped his hand over Sam’s. “I’d like you to meet them, and, don’t worry, they’ll absolutely love you. Shit!” “What?” “I haven’t called them in a few days.” Sean held his head in his hands. “And I haven’t told them about Bobby. I need to do that very soon.” Then he lifted his head and smiled. “But not tonight.” His hand was taken again. “Definitely not tonight.” They’d both finished their dinners and their server brought the check. Sean grabbed it before Sam could and broached no argument. “You cooked last night.” Handing the server his credit card, he paid the bill and they left the restaurant, getting in Sam’s car. “I thought we’d go back to my place for a glass of wine.” “Okay. Why don’t you drop me at the store and I’ll pick up my car and follow you?” Sam agreed, and after a little shuffling of cars and a ride through town, they soon found themselves back at Sam’s. The living room lights had been dimmed, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and glasses of wine had been poured. Sean was sitting on the sofa and Sam joined him, sitting close and pulling him into a kiss. Fingers ran through his hair and, just like the night before, he could feel all his senses kick into overdrive. His lips were being devoured in the best possible way and he felt a warm hand slip beneath his shirt, lightly

Bottled Up 55 stroking the skin of his stomach and chest. It felt so good… so right. Then those lips shifted and he felt Sam’s hot breath on his neck, those arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, their chests rubbing together, the heat from their bodies melding together. Sam’s lips sucked gently on his skin and he arched and started to slide over. Sam moved along with him, pressing him into the sofa, their legs entwining together. Then those lips were back, pulling on his, tongue teasing its way into his mouth, his hands cupping Sam’s head, deepening their kiss. Sam’s weight pressed him into the plush sofa. “Baby… you’re so beautiful.” Sean was transported, the plush sofa now hard and rough against his bare skin, his body forced down against the cushions. Then his hands were grasped and he felt metal against his wrists. “Baby, you’re going to love this.” Sean screamed and bucked against the weight on top of him and it disappeared. Opening his eyes, he saw Sam looking down at him, confused and looking sad. Sean didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what to do. Maybe Laura was right…. “Sean, what happened to you? I’ve had enough training to know what your reaction means. Do you want to tell me? If you don’t I’ll understand, but I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened.” Sean sighed and nodded slowly. “I’m just not sure where to begin.”

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“TEN years ago, I was in college and just feeling my way out of the closet. I’d gone to a few bars, but never met anyone. I was a little too shy and unsure of myself, on top of having no clue about when I was being hit on in the first place. Anyway, it was a Saturday night and I’d decided to give it one more attempt.” The walls of Sam’s living room fell away and Sean could see the bar as it had looked: smoky, loud, and filled with men of all ages and sizes. “I’d had a drink and wandered through the bar, not knowing what I was looking for, when a man approached me. He was tall and broad-shouldered and had a bright smile. To top it off, I knew him… sort of. I’d seen him in the student union and he’d even been in one of my classes a year or so earlier.” Sean took a deep breath as the man’s face came to the front of his mind, the music and other men dancing and kissing in the background. He felt Sam’s hand on his arm, but the images in his mind didn’t fade. “He started talking, asking me about myself and telling me about him. It was kind of nice. He paid attention to me, this skinny, gangly kid.” Sean could still see the interest in his eyes. “After talking for hours, he asked if I’d like to come home with him. It turned out he lived just a few blocks away. So, being incredibly naïve and incredibly horny, I walked back to his apartment.” Suddenly, the images faded from his mind and he was back in Sam’s house and there was a pair of strong arms holding him tight. “It’s okay… you’re okay.”

Bottled Up 57 Sean gently pulled away, knowing that he didn’t want the feel of Sam’s arms around him associated with this in any way. “At first, he was really nice, offering me something to drink and everything. We started kissing, letting our hands roam, and then he started undressing me.” Sean shuddered and decided not to dwell too much on detail. He could see the hard look on Sam’s face and he really didn’t want to drag this out any longer than necessary. “Eventually, he got me naked and on my stomach with him on top of me. It started out really nice, though he pulled my arms over my head and held them there. What he was doing felt good, so I didn’t resist. I know I should have but I didn’t. The next thing I remember was metal handcuffs fastening around my wrists.” “Where’d they come from?” Sam’s voice was soft and comforting, like he knew Sean needed to tell his story. “They were attached to the frame of the couch.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I started to struggle, but he just laughed and started to pound into me really hard, and it hurt so bad. I started to scream, but he shoved something in my mouth. I found out later it was his underwear.” The tears ran down his cheeks. “Finally he’d had enough and pulled out. I thought he would let me go, but he stayed on top of me and whispered in my ear that he was going to do that again and again and when he was done with me, he was going to kill me.” Sam looked ashen and he scooped Sean into his arms and wouldn’t let him go, cooing words of comfort in his ear. Finally, Sean relaxed into the embrace and continued. “I started to cry into the cushion, but he just slapped me hard and kept slapping me until I was bruised and sore. Then he got up from the sofa and left the room. A few minutes later I heard the shower start and I began pulling on the cuffs. I felt one start to give and I pulled again and again until it came free. Then I worked on the other one. I heard the water shut off and gave a last yank. The sofa groaned and the cuff came free. I pulled out the gag and raced for the door.” Sean could feel his heart racing just like it had that night, but this time he felt Sam’s hands rubbing his arm gently and he took a few seconds to ground himself in the present. “I heard him

Andrew Grey 58 coming from the bathroom as I threw open the door and raced down the hall, naked and screaming at the top of my lungs for help. No one opened their door, so I ran out into the night yelling and screaming ‘Help me! For God’s sake, help me!’” Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself to go on. “I could hear him behind me, running after me, and I just kept running down the street, yelling myself hoarse until I saw flashing lights coming my way. I raced toward them and they saw me. A policeman got out of the car and I ran to him, hugging him around the waist, blubbering that he’d tried to kill me.” Sean took another deep breath and steadied himself. “The other policeman got a blanket out of the trunk and they wrapped it around me and helped me into the backseat of the car. I know they thought I was crazy at first, but they gave me some water and the one sat with me and held me and I told him what happened. For as long as I live, I will always remember his gentleness and kindness. Officer Smith was the biggest man I have ever seen in my life and he treated me with such care and compassion.” Sam handed him a tissue, and he wiped his eyes and blew his nose. “Before I knew it, more police cars showed up and they started looking for the man I knew as Phil and they took me to the station. After they found me some clothes, they cut off the handcuffs, helped me call my parents, and I told more people what happened.” “Your story sounds familiar somehow, but I can’t place why.” “I know.” Sean hoped Sam would be patient. “My parents arrived a remarkably short time later and they took me home. Unfortunately, that was how they found out I was gay, but by then they really didn’t care. They rallied behind me and supported me through the lineups, trial, and everything.” “But why does this sound so familiar to me?” Sam’s strong arms were around him again, but this time, he settled Sean’s back against his chest, holding him tight. “My last name, Bielecki, is my mother’s maiden name. I changed my last name just after college; my parents’ last name is Hawthorne.” Sean stopped talking.

Bottled Up 59 Sam gasped and shifted his body so he could see the smaller man’s face. “You’re Sean Hawthorne… the boy who got away from Stanley Blommer.” Sean felt completely drained, and he was waiting to see how Sam would react to the fact that he was dating someone infamous. The reaction he got was better than he ever imagined. “Oh my God, you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.” “Brave? Me? I don’t think so.” “Yes, you’re legendary in the force. After everything you’d been through, you helped identify him and you testified against him. You even went back to the apartment and walked the officers through what happened. That was incredibly brave.” Sam’s arms tightened around him again, holding him close, and he felt lips kiss just behind his ear. “Can I ask what upset you earlier, so I don’t do it again?” “I think it was the combination of you on top of me and you calling me baby. He did that while he was hurting me.” “Sean, I’m sorry.” “Please don’t be sorry for me. That’s the last thing I want.” Sean shifted so he could see Sam’s face. “I haven’t told anyone that story since the trial. Katie and Laura know it because we were friends when it happened. I’ve never told any of the few boyfriends I’ve had. I never felt comfortable enough and I just wanted to leave it all behind me, but as you saw and heard earlier, that hasn’t worked very well.” “What else shouldn’t I do? I want to hold you and kiss you and I’d like to be able to make love to you when you’re ready. I know you said we need to take it slow and I’ll take it as slow as you like, but I don’t want to upset you accidentally.” Sean looked embarrassed. “Sometimes I don’t know what makes me panic until it happens. But I’m sort of embarrassed to say that I’ve never let anyone….” Sean looked away, swallowing the huge lump in his throat. “Inside.” Now that he’d said it, the floodgates seemed to open. “It was too hard to trust anyone enough after what happened and I think that may have affected my relationships.”

Andrew Grey 60 “When you say inside, do you mean physically or emotionally?” Sam pulled him back into his embrace, rocking gently as the wood in the fire crackled. “Both, I guess. I never let anyone touch me there and I never let anyone in emotionally so I couldn’t get hurt.” Sean leaned back against Sam and he realized for the first time that he wanted someone else there and he was willing to take that chance with Sam. There was something about his strength and the fact that his story hadn’t scared Sam off. “Would you let me in?” Sam’s voice sounded so small, so unsure. Sean twisted his head to the side, Sam leaned forward, and their lips met gently. “I’d like to try.” Sam’s hands caressed his cheeks and neck as their kiss deepened. “We’ll still need to go slow, but I’d really like to try.” “So would I.” Slowly, Sam shifted on the sofa, sitting next to Sean and pulling him to him so that Sean was on top, and bringing their lips together. Sam let his hands wander up and down Sean’s back, wanting as much of this man as he could get without spooking him again. “Would you like some dessert?” Sean pulled back slightly. “I thought that was what we were having.” “Well, yeah, but I have more chocolate cake if you want some.” Sean made no effort to move and Sam kissed him again. “I’ll take that as a ‘no thank you’ on the cake and a ‘yes please’ on the kissing?” “I thought you were a smart man. Can’t I have both?” They kissed some more and then Sean sat up and moved away, letting Sam get back to a seated position. “I’ll get the cake.” He stood up and after leaning down for another kiss, left for the kitchen, returning with two huge hunks of luscious chocolate cake. They ate and kissed until the fire began to die and it was time for Sean to head home. He really didn’t want to leave. Since he’d told Sam his story, he felt lighter and freer than he’d felt in a long time.

Bottled Up 61 “I hate to leave, but I have to get home.” Sean put the now-empty dessert plate on the coffee table. Setting down his plate, he said, “I know, but I’ll see you on Wednesday when I pick you up for the appointment with the caseworker.” Sam pulled Sean into his arms, giving him a hot goodbye kiss. “I’ll see you Wednesday morning, if I’m not able to stop in the store before then.” “Okay.” Sean slipped on his coat, and after yet another goodbye kiss, he found himself walking to his car, surprised and happy, and unbelievably horny. Maybe this taking it slow wasn’t one of my best ideas. He knew it was the right thing to do; he just hoped his body cooperated. As he drove, his mind wandered over the evening; he felt drained and yet excited all at the same time. Pulling up in front of the house, he climbed out of the car, locked it, and walked to his front door. The house was nearly silent, the only sound coming from the family room. When he peeked in, he saw Bobby, awake, munching popcorn, with an empty pizza box on the table. Katie was asleep in the chair, her head thrown back, snoring like a trucker. “Sean, you’re home. How was your date?” Bobby whispered as he got up from the sofa, leaving Katie alone in the chair. “We had a nice time. How was your evening? I saw the pizza box, so I assume Katie burned dinner.” “No, I didn’t let her in the kitchen. Didn’t want to clean up the mess, and she seemed fine with pizza.” A loud smacking noise came from the other room. “She started snoring about an hour ago and I haven’t been able to figure out how to get her to stop.” “Why don’t you go up to bed and I’ll wake her up and get her on her way.” Bobby turned to go upstairs. “Before I forget, we have an appointment with your caseworker Wednesday morning.” Bobby’s expression changed from relaxed to concerned in a heartbeat. “Don’t worry. Sam’s going to go with us, and I’ll battle every caseworker in Wisconsin if I have to.”

Andrew Grey 62 Bobby smiled and started to head upstairs before turning around and giving Sean a hug. “Good night.” Sean smiled as he hugged the teenager back, and then Bobby let go and disappeared upstairs. Sean turned off the television and gently woke Katie. “Thank you for staying with Bobby.” She yawned and opened her eyes. “No problem,” she said, and started to pull on her coat. “He’s a great kid.” “That he is.” She hugged him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “No. You’re off tomorrow, remember?” He opened the door for her. “Yeah. Thanks. I’ll see you Tuesday.” She quickly disappeared down the walk and he made a note to get her something as a thank-you from him and Bobby. He was just about to go upstairs when the phone rang. “Hello.” He was afraid it was the alarm company for the store. “Sean, it’s your mother.” “Hi, Mom.” He checked his watch; it was almost midnight. “Is something wrong?” “No, dear. I’m sorry to call so late, but it seems like the only time I can catch you. You’re always so busy since you opened the store.” She wasn’t nagging or complaining, just stating a fact that Sean knew as well. “Well, that’s a relief.” “Have you been doing okay? Not working too hard, I hope.” “Everything’s fine. Actually, more than fine. I dumped Ted.” He was about to go on, but his mother cut him off with a laugh. At least she didn’t say “I told you so.” “And,” Sean cut off her expression of glee, “I met someone new. His name’s Sam and he’s a police officer.”

Bottled Up 63 “Wonderful, honey. Can you bring him up for dinner so we can meet him?” “I’m not sure what his schedule is, but I’ll ask him when I see him.” He stopped, not quite sure how to bring up the next subject. “There’s one more thing.” “What is it? You sound so serious.” “It is serious. There’s someone else I’d like you to meet. His name’s Bobby, he’s sixteen, and he’s living with me.” There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Mom, are you there?” “You’re dating two people and one is sixteen?” The shock was hard to cover. “No, Mom! Bobby’s mother abandoned him two years ago and for the last six months he’s been living on the streets.” She stayed quiet, so Sean continued. “To make a long story short, he was attacked behind the store and I broke it up before his attacker could—” He could almost hear the understanding dawn on her. “So you’re foster-homing him.” “Sort of, yes. I have an appointment with his caseworker this week so I can make arrangements for him to stay with me permanently. He’s a great kid and really talented. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” He heard a sniffle on the other end of the phone. “Are you telling me that you’re making me a grandmother?” “Of a sort, yes.” He could hear her blowing her nose. “Well, of course bring them both up for dinner; we’d love to meet Bobby and this new man in your life. I just hope he isn’t like the last one.” “No, he’s wonderful and sweet, and he really seems to care about me. I don’t want to jinx it, but I really like him.” “I’m glad. You actually sound happier.”

Andrew Grey 64 “I feel it too.” He yawned softly. “I’ll call you later this week and we can arrange to have dinner.” “Okay, Sean. I love you.” “Love you too, Mom. Good night.” Sean hung up the phone and turned out the last of the lights before heading upstairs. Bobby’s light was still on, so he peeked his head in. He was finishing up the last of his book. “This is really good.” Sean yawned again. “We’ll stop at the library and get the next one in the morning. Don’t stay up too late.” “I won’t.” Sean cleaned up and got ready for bed. He noticed Bobby had turned out his light and he climbed into bed, putting out his own light and quickly falling into a contented sleep, thinking of a certain police officer.

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“BOBBY, are you ready? We’re going to be late. Sam should be here any minute.” Sean looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if he looked respectable and stable enough to meet Bobby’s caseworker. “I’m ready, Sean.” He heard Bobby’s heavy steps as he descended the stairs. “Oh, screw it.” He gave up and decided he looked fine. “You’d think I’d turned into some big queen.” He grabbed his jacket and slipped it over his shoulders, did a final adjustment on his tie, and headed downstairs just as the doorbell rang. He heard the door open. “Hey, Sam.” “Hi, Bobby. Is he ready? I see you are.” “He’s still getting ready.” Sean reached the bottom of the stairs. “Hi, Sam.” The cop was in front of him in a heartbeat. “Hi, Sean.” Sam leaned forward, kissing him gently, letting him know he was very glad to see him. “Are you ready?” Sean nodded and then pulled back. It seemed his body was definitely ready. As they left the house and headed down the walk, Bobby called back to Sean as he locked the door, “Shotgun!” and rushed to the

Andrew Grey 66 passenger door, waiting for Sam to unlock it. Sean didn’t know what to say; he just doubled over with laughter. Sometimes Bobby could act so grown up and other times he acted like a twelve-year-old. Sam unlocked the car. “Bobby, I hate to disappoint you, but that’s Sean’s seat in my car.” Bobby grinned and stepped to the backseat, opening the door. “I know, but he’s been so jittery all morning, I figured I had to do something to make him laugh. He changed clothes at least three times, to see old Bitchy Britches herself. Geez.” Bobby climbed into the backseat. “Watch your language.” Sean got into the front seat and turned around, giving Bobby the eye. Sam just shook his head, and after everyone was buckled in, started the car and pulled away from the house. “I spoke to my mother on Monday and she invited us for dinner.” He turned around. “All of us. That is, if you can behave.” Sean winked at Bobby as he sat up straighter. What a goof. “You told her about us?” Sam commented as he drove. Sean turned to look at the hunky man driving the car. “Yes I told her about both of you. She invited you to dinner but I wasn’t sure of your schedule. Can you make it this weekend?” “I have to work Saturday and Sunday morning, but I’m free for dinner both evenings.” He continued driving, glancing over at Sean every few seconds. “I’ll call her and let you know.” Sean’s thoughts turned to the task at hand and his nervousness kicked back into gear again. “What do I say to the caseworker?” “Her name’s Agnes Zargos.” “Bitchy Britches.” Bobby commented from the back. “I told you about the language.” In actuality, he had to stop himself from laughing. “Okay, then I’ll call her Ag-nasty because she’s not Ag-nice.”

Bottled Up 67 Sam hooted from the front seat. “Actually, she’s been around awhile and from what I gather, she’s kind of surly, but she genuinely cares about what’s best for the kids. So be honest and don’t be nervous; she wants to help too.” Sam pulled up to the courthouse and used his police ID to park in the reserved parking lot. They got out of the car and headed into the building. Sam led them up the stairs and into the office of Milwaukee Social Services. The middle-aged woman behind the desk looked up at them. “Can I help you?” Sean stepped forward, suddenly filled with energy and confidence. “We have an appointment with Agnes Zargos for nine o’clock.” He left Sam’s hand on the small of his back as he put his arm around Bobby’s shoulder. “Yes, she’s already running behind. Please have a seat and she’ll be with you shortly.” They sat down and Sean breathed deeply as the woman behind the desk told them that Agnes could see them now and asked them to follow her. “I can’t go with you, but I’ll be here when you’re done.” Sam looked as concerned as Sean felt. “Thanks, Sam.” Sean stood up, and with Bobby just in front of him, followed the woman down the hall. They stopped and she knocked on a glass-fronted door before opening it and ushering them inside the office. The woman behind the desk wasn’t what he expected at all. She looked grandmotherly, with a full-looking face and warm, caring eyes. Maybe this won’t be so bad. Sean sat down and Bobby sat next to him, rigid with tension. “Mr. Thompson, it seems you’ve turned up at last.” The grandmotherly look was definitely an illusion. “And you are,” she consulted a sheet in front of her, “Mr. Bielecki?” Sean nodded, but said nothing. “What can I do for you?” Sean made a note to never chastise Bobby for the Bitchy Britches remark again—it fit this woman perfectly.

Andrew Grey 68 “I’m here to find out what I need to do so Bobby can live with me permanently.” Sean kept the annoyance out of his voice—for now. He’d use it later if he had to. “Well,” she sounded like someone had just piled a stack of fresh work on her desk. Opening a folder, she reviewed the file. “Bobby’s been in four foster homes in eighteen months.” She talked into the paperwork. “One he was kicked out of for constant fighting.” She glared at Bobby. “He asked to leave another one for reasons he didn’t say at the time.” She cocked her head at Bobby like she expected him to tell her now, but he just glared back at her. “The next one requested that he be placed elsewhere because they couldn’t provide for his needs.” She actually humphed before continuing, like she thought she knew the real reason. “The last one he ran away from after less than a month.” She closed the file and looked across her desk at both of them. Sean felt like he was at the principal’s office. “I’m aware of Bobby’s history. What I’d like to know is why that information is relevant to my request?” She looked down her nose as she leaned across the desk. “I spoke to the foster parents of his last home and they said that he wasn’t happy and getting along with the other people in the house.” “Again, so what?” Sean’s agitation was starting to come through, particularly when he glanced over at Bobby and saw what Bitchy Britches’ recitation had done to him. He was slouched in his chair and looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor, and the look on his face read as plain as day: Sean won’t want me either. “So, I have to ask myself why you’re interested in taking him in. You’ve never been a foster parent and you certainly don’t have experience with troubled children like Bobby.” She stopped speaking and seemed to be waiting for Sean, but he just looked at her in surprise. “I haven’t got all day.” Sean wasn’t sure where to start, but he tried. “Bobby needs a home and I’m willing to provide him one. More than that, I’m a successful business owner with my own home and the resources to properly care for Bobby. I came here to find out from you what I need

Bottled Up 69 to do so Bobby can live with me legally. He needs a safe, supportive place off the streets with someone that cares for him.” “And you want to be that person?” Snippy bitch. “Well, it obviously isn’t you, that’s for sure.” Sean’s patience with Bitchy Britches was wearing thin. “Being snide isn’t getting us anywhere. Are you sure you’re able to deal with a troubled teenager like Bobby?” Sean’s temper was starting to rise and he swallowed it back down. “First thing, I haven’t seen any indication of a troubled teenager. I see a loving kid who’s been living on the street, whose mother took off, and who happens to be gay. Now, given all those factors, I’d say he’s remarkably well-adjusted.” “You’re obviously too naïve to—” Sean cut her off with a glare as he got to his feet. She tried to start again, but he shut her down. “Bobby, would you step outside? I need to speak with… Agnes,” he almost said Bitchy Britches, but stopped himself, “alone for a minute.” Bobby nodded and got to his feet, looking small and defeated. Slowly, he opened the door and stepped into the hall, closing the door behind him. “As I was saying,” Agnes continued. Sean thought of Sam and Bobby sitting together, waiting for him and whatever would come out of this meeting and he knew he had to be successful. Strength flowed into him and he cut her off midsentence. “I think we’ve heard just about enough out of you. Ever since we walked in here, you’ve berated Bobby with a litany of things he’s supposedly done wrong. Well, it looks like you only got part of the story. His foster parents said they couldn’t meet his needs because he told them he was gay and they freaked. What kind of supposedly caring people would throw out a kid in need because he’s gay? Huh? Some caring home you found for him.” Sean took a breath; he was just getting warmed up. “And let’s talk about the home he ran away from, shall we? He ran

Andrew Grey 70 away because their son, who was eighteen at the time, tried to force himself on Bobby.” Agnes’s eyes widened. “Did Bobby tell you that?” “Yes, he did, and he told the foster parents and they did nothing about it other than make things miserable for Bobby. So, since you found him these foster homes, I think we can consider it your fault that Bobby was out in these situations. What I’d really like to know, Bitchy Britches,” Sean leaned over her desk, getting in the woman’s face, “is, what are you going to do about it? Personally, I’m holding you responsible for him nearly being molested at that foster home. You should have known and you should have been available to him.” Sean looked around the office. “And I don’t really care how overworked you think you are. When I get done, you won’t have to worry about that. The only thing you’ll have to worry about is taking a number at the unemployment office!” Sean took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. “Now, I want to provide a permanent home for him with the ultimate goal of adopting him. I came here to get your help so I could do that, but instead I get snippy remarks and a litany of things he supposedly did wrong that could ultimately be traced back to you.” “Bobby should have come to me.” Her argument was halfhearted. “If the treatment today is any indication, I most certainly can’t blame him. Now, are you going to help, or do I go over your head?” Sean stayed where he was, waiting for her response. His eyes bore into hers, daring her to cross him. Then he saw something surprising: she smiled. Sean looked again, and sure enough, she was smiling. “Son of a bitch. If everyone fought for these kids the way you fought for Bobby, my job would be so easy.” Sean released the breath he was holding as Agnes started laughing. “Bitchy Britches? That’s definitely a new one.” “Yeah, well….” Sean relaxed and sat back in the chair. She turned around and started rummaging through her files. “We’ll need to fill out some paperwork so you can request

Bottled Up 71 guardianship, and we’ll need to set up some home visits so we can make sure everything’s in order.” “Okay, let’s get started. Oh, one thing I need right away is Bobby’s social security number and a copy of his birth certificate or other proof of citizenship.” “Why?” “Bobby’s going to be working at my store after school and I need to add him to the payroll.” “I’ll have copies made for you.” Agnes was smiling. “A job will be so good for him.” “Yes, but there’s more than that. Did you know he’s very talented?” She obviously didn’t. “He’s very artistic.” Sean reached into the folder of things Bobby had left behind and handed her one of Bobby’s drawings. Agnes took it and looked at the paper. “This is you?” Sean smiled and nodded. “He drew that yesterday. I’ve already been in touch with an artist friend who thinks Bobby has tremendous potential.” Agnes was grinning as she handed back the drawing. “You sound just like a proud parent.” Sean had nothing to say to that. He just took it as a compliment and put the drawing back in the folder. “Let’s get this paperwork done.” “Okay. I brought proof of my income as well as bank statements.” He handed her the paperwork. “Proof that I own my home.” He handed her that paperwork as well. “I’ll need personal references as well.” “What kind of references?” “People you’ve known for at least two years.” “Like letters of recommendation?” Sean dug into his bag and retrieved his date book and provided her with a number of names along

Andrew Grey 72 with their contact information. He knew they’d provide the reference, but he made a quick note to call them as soon as the meeting was over. “I need to review the references,” she informed him as she completed the form. “Who is Bill Janssens?” “An old friend. And my business partner. Tom Carter, who I listed next, is his life partner.” She filled in the information provided. “Mark Burke?” “Also an old friend as well as a prominent artist. His partner is Tyler O’Connor. Tyler is an antique dealer.” She looked up from the form. “I know him. I sold some of my mother’s things through him. Very reputable.” She was actually smiling as she completed the form. “I need you to sign the form and I’ll get it processed.” She passed it to Sean, who looked it over and signed where she indicated. “While this is being processed I’m going to recommend that Bobby reside with you.” She put the form in her outbox. “I’ll call and set up a home review and I’d like to see where Bobby will be working. Sean gulped. “Is there a problem?” “No, but I want to be up front with you. I own a wine store, Sommelier Wines, in the third ward. He helps with stocking the shelves.” “Does he work the register?” “No, he’s not old enough to sell alcohol. He works with the cases and unopened bottles only.” “That’s legal, so I don’t see a problem, particularly since he’ll be working for his guardian. I’d be more concerned otherwise.” Sean breathed a sigh of relief and made sure Agnes had all the information she needed before standing up, shaking her hand, grabbing his and Bobby’s things, and leaving the office. As he headed down the hall back to the waiting area, he saw Bobby and Sam sitting together. Sam looked pensive, but Bobby

Bottled Up 73 looked scared and was pacing back and forth. “Well?” Yeah, the kid was definitely frightened. “I filled out some paperwork and she was very cooperative.” He neglected to mention his little tirade. “She granted me temporary guardianship pending the review of the paperwork.” The words were barely out of his mouth before his arms were filled with a jumping, bouncing, sixteen-year-old hugging the stuffing out of him. “It’s still only ten-thirty. What do you want to do?” “Can we go to that fifties diner downtown? I used to walk by, but never got to go inside.” Sean looked at Sam, smiling, and saw his own joy reflected back at him, but Sam answered before he could. “I was planning something special, if you’re up for it.” “What?” Bobby’s eyes were dancing. “Yeah, what?” Sean echoed. His own eyes laughed as he looked at Sam. “It’s a surprise.” Sam crossed his arms and tried to look annoyed, but neither of them was buying it. “Okay, let’s go.” Bobby grabbed his coat and rushed out of the office and down the stairs, his enthusiasm and his excitement over Sam’s surprise overflowing as he bounded down the stairs. Once he was gone, Sam stroked Sean’s cheek. “I heard you yelling at her—couldn’t understand what was said, but the tone was unmistakable.” Sean wasn’t sure if he should be ashamed or proud. “Remind me to tell you about it.” “You did good, Sean. Whatever you did, it worked.” Then Sam leaned forward and kissed him softly. “Let’s go to lunch and then have some fun, I think both of you have earned it.”

Andrew Grey 74 “Thanks for your support, Sam.” He leaned close as he felt Sam’s arm around his back. Knowing he was waiting outside the room had given him strength. “I didn’t do anything; it was all you.” That rich voice wrapped around him like a blanket as they left the office and headed down the stairs, following a jubilant Bobby to the car.

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THE car doors thunked as they closed, blocking out the cold as the bright winter sun shone through the windows. Sam started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. “Hey, Sam, do you have a siren and lights on your car?” Bobby’s eyes widened as Sam reached under the seat and pulled up a bubble light he could affix to the roof. “I also have a siren that I can activate.” “Cool. Turn it on!” Sean turned around and saw Bobby’s eyes boggle at the thought. Sam shook his head. “It’s only for emergencies, and I’ve only used it once.” He stowed the bubble beneath his seat as he entered the freeway heading south. “But if you’re good, I’ll try to get permission for a ride-along.” Bobby stuck his head between the front seats. “You mean I could ride in a real police car with you sometime? That’d be way cool.” They continued south, passing the downtown interchanges, and through the suburban communities. As they left Milwaukee County, they passed a sign reading Chicago 76 Miles. Sean leaned over to Sam, whispering, “Are we going to Chicago?” Sam touched his nose and kept driving as the two men shared a smile. Sam put his hand on the armrest and Sean placed his on top of it just before Sam entwined their fingers.

Andrew Grey 76 A half-hour later as they saw the big sign indicating that they were crossing into Illinois, Bobby caught on and began bouncing in his seat. “We’re going to Chicago. That’s so cool.” He was grinning from ear to ear and asking all kinds of questions. “What are we going to see? How much farther is it?” Sam answered Bobby’s questions with amusement and patience. “We’re going to do something fun. I’m not going to tell you yet, and we’ll be there in less than an hour.” Sean turned around. “Just relax and enjoy the scenery.” Bobby settled down and looked back and forth as they shifted freeways, heading toward downtown. Soon, the huge skyscrapers of the Chicago Loop appeared on the horizon and then became larger until Bobby was craning his head to see the tops of the tall buildings. Once they threaded through freeway traffic to the heart of downtown, Sam exited the freeway and made his way to their initial destination, pulling into a parking garage. “All right; let’s get some lunch, and then we can explore.” Bobby opened his door and bounded out of the car as Sean leaned to the driver’s seat and said, “Thank you for doing this.” Sam turned his head and Sean took advantage, kissing him fully on the lips. He meant it to be a chaste peck, but it quickly turned into a deep, heated exchange that Sean didn’t want to end, but knew he had to. Reluctantly, he pulled away, but Sam leaned forward, stealing another kiss before popping his seat belt. “If that’s how you say thank you for a ride to Chicago, I can’t wait to find out how you say thank you after a day of fun.” Sam’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he opened the door and climbed out of the car. Sean touched his still-tingling lip before popping his own seat belt, joining Sam and Bobby, and together they headed to the elevator for the ride to the street. Sean and Sam walked close together with Bobby just in front of them, craning his head upward to see the tops of the buildings. “Where are we going, Sam?” Bobby’s energy was infectious.

Bottled Up 77 “Lunch first. Then we’ll walk to the Sears Tower, and finally your surprise.” Sam ushered them down the street and into a huge department store. “This used to be Marshall Field’s.” The huge revolving doors deposited them inside an immense atrium with a tiled ceiling. They made their way through the crowd of shoppers to the elevators. After a ride upward, they got off and stepped into the Walnut Room restaurant, where the hostess seated them at a table near a window. Bobby stared through the glass, watching the people on the street below as the server took their drink orders, Bobby too preoccupied to look at the menu. Sean just smiled and let him look his fill. “So, Sam, what made you think of Chicago?” “I like it here and I thought Bobby might like it.” He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. “Besides, I thought you might like it too.” He leaned across the table, touching his lips to Sean’s. “My mother used to bring me here for lunch whenever we were here. It’s a place with special memories that I wanted to share with you.” Sam kissed him again, oblivious to the occasional look or even a few stares, then settled back into his chair and opened his menu, watching around it as Sean slowly settled back into his own chair, too flustered to do anything but gawk at his table companion. “After we eat, are we going to be able to look around?” Bobby was still staring out the windows. Sean got a hold of himself. “Yes… but you need to sit down and decide what you want, and before we leave the store, we need to get you a suit and some school clothes.” “What do I need a suit for?” He actually whined slightly. Sean let him stew over it for a few minutes. “Well, Mark called late yesterday to invite you to the opening of his show this Saturday and I figured you’d need something appropriate to wear.” Sean waited until the news settled in. “But if you don’t want to go….” Bobby’s face lit with the intensity of the sun. “You mean it?”

Andrew Grey 78 “Yes, I mean it.” Bobby sat down, his body still, eyes dancing with excitement. Sean smiled and turned his attention to the man across from him. “Would you like to go as my date?” Sam reached across the table, taking his hand. “I’d love to go with you.” Sean squeezed his hand in return as their server approached the table. They both laughed as their hands separated and they turned their attention to ordering. After placing their orders, they stared at each other. Sean wanted to ask Sam all kinds of things, but his questions and the discussion he hoped would ensue weren’t appropriate with Bobby sitting at the table. Sam’s hand found Sean’s again; the simple touch went right through him as he looked into Sam’s eyes, very much enjoying the quiet company. A throat clearing behind him diverted his attention. Without moving his hand, he turned around, finding himself looking into the face of a short old woman, dressed impeccably, obviously here for lunch with the ladies. “You should be ashamed, behaving that way in front of this young man,” she spat out. The holier-than-thou attitude would have been funny if her tone hadn’t been nearly so vitriolic and her purpose so obviously hurtful and mean. Sean was tongue-tied. He didn’t know how to respond and actually started to pull his hand back as he looked at Sam for support, only to see the same confused look. “No, they shouldn’t. These are my dads and they can show their feelings for each other any time they want. Besides, I’m gay too, so waddle off, you old prune, and leave us in peace.” Bobby’s expression was priceless and Sean watched as the woman’s face contorted just before she turned away, muttering, “Well, I never….” “Well, you should. Maybe you wouldn’t be so ugly.” Both Sam and Sean turned to Bobby, not sure how they should feel about Bobby’s smart mouth. Finally, as the woman left the restaurant, they turned to each other and laughed. Hard.

Bottled Up 79 “Bobby, you shouldn’t talk to people like that.” Sean was still laughing. “It really isn’t nice.” He managed to get a hold of himself and looked at Sam, who was still laughing. “Come on, Sean. She deserved to be put in her place.” “I know, but I…. Aw hell, that was funny. Did you see the look on that busy-body’s face?” Sean started chuckling again, and then forced himself to get serious. “There are lots of people who think being gay is wrong and they can be vocal about it, and sometimes you have to let it go.” Bobby looked deflated, slumping back in his chair. “Are you mad at me?” “No, not at all. As funny as that was—and it was funny—I just want you to know that there are some times when you need to let it go. Just pick your battles carefully, because chances are, there’ll be plenty of them.” Sean got quiet as the rest of what Bobby had said sunk in. “Do you really feel that way?” “What way?” Part of Sean was thrilled at the possibility and part of him was scared of the answer. “You said I was your dad.” Sean was almost scared to say anything because maybe Bobby was just trying to make the woman uncomfortable and hadn’t meant anything by it at all. Bobby suddenly looked very shy and fear spread over his features. “Is that okay?” In that moment the part of him that was scared vanished and he knew he was going to cry. To cover it, he pulled Bobby to him, hugging him tightly. “Of course it’s okay. It’s more than okay.” He felt Bobby return his hug, and as he glanced over his shoulder and saw Sam’s smiling face, he felt a tear roll down his cheek. They’d just settled back in their chairs as their server brought their lunches. Bobby dug into his food with his usual gusto, while Sean and Sam smiled at each other. At some point during the past half-hour, Sean had gained a son; not something he’d been looking for, but it had

Andrew Grey 80 happened anyway. Sean swallowed the lump in his throat and started to eat his chicken salad. Bobby finished eating in record time and returned his attention to the scenery outside the window while Sam and Sean finished their lunch and enjoyed a cup of coffee. The server brought their check and Sam snatched it away before Sean could get it. “This is my treat.” Taking out his credit card, he handed both back to the server and signed the slip when he returned. “Shall we do a little shopping?” The three of them got up and left the restaurant, heading toward the elevators. Bobby bounded inside when the doors opened and they rode down to the bottom floor. “Let’s get you a suit and then you can pick out some school clothes.” Sam rubbed his hand along Sean’s back. “I’ve got some shopping of my own to do; I’ll meet you right here in an hour.” Sean watched as Sam threaded his way through the crowd of shoppers. “The suits are this way.” Weaving through the shoppers, they arrived at a huge selection of suits. “Can I help you?” the immaculately dressed sales clerk asked as he approached. “We need a suit for him.” “Our styles for younger men are over here.” He led them to a set of racks out front. “Do you see anything you like?” Bobby seemed a little overwhelmed and Sean suddenly thought this might be too much for him. “Are you sure, Sean? These are so expensive.” He looked at a price tag. They weren’t really, but Sean realized that to Bobby, the price must have seemed like an unimaginable expense. “It’s fine, Bobby. Just look them over and see if there’s one you like.” He patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.

Bottled Up 81 Bobby started looking through the racks of suits while Sean spoke to the salesman. “I don’t know his size.” The salesman went to the rack and pulled off a suit coat. “Let’s try this one for size.” He slipped the jacket on Bobby’s shoulders, but his eyes kept looking at Sean. He checked the shoulders and chest for tightness, futzing for a while before declaring it was just his size. Bobby continued looking through the racks and finally pulled out two suits, one in gray and one in blue, and after trying them both on, Bobby settled on the blue one. The salesman marked the pants for length and said they’d be ready in just a few minutes. They paid for the suit along with two shirts and ties, and went to finish the rest of their shopping. As soon as they were out of the department, Bobby turned around to look at the salesman. “He was checking you out.” “He was just being helpful.” Sean continued through the store. “No, he wasn’t. He was watching you the entire time. He has the hots for you.” “He does not!” Sean rolled his eyes. “We need to meet Sam in twenty minutes, and you still need school clothes.” They made their way to the young men’s section and Sean turned Bobby loose. “Pick out three or four outfits.” Bobby looked confused. “Anything I want?” The teenager couldn’t believe it. “Within reason, yeah, but remember you have to wear it.” Sean was smiling as Bobby took off, weaving through the stacks of jeans and shirts. He looked like a kid in a candy store. Sean watched for a while as Bobby picked out some fashion jeans and a few printed T-shirts, returning to show them to Sean. “Is that all you want?” Bobby’s eyes boggled and he continued looking. Sean watched a bit longer before a pair of arms slinked around his waist. “Hey, did you find him a suit?” Sam’s warm, rich voice was going to get him going, right here in the store. Sean tensed, waiting for the usual flicker of fear to assert itself… but it didn’t come.

Andrew Grey 82 “Yeah.” He smiled broadly. “I think he’s a little overwhelmed right now.” “That’s not surprising. He’s never had much.” They watched together as Bobby continued shopping, picking out a few things and then returning. He’d done very well. Sean headed through the store, adding a few other necessities before heading to a register to check out. Once they were done, they picked up Bobby’s suit and ran their purchases to the car. Exiting the parking garage, Sam hailed a cab and they headed to the Sears Tower. “The suit salesman was checking out Sean.” Sam put his arm around Sean’s shoulder. “He was, huh?” “He was just being helpful.” Sam leaned close, his lips right near Sean’s ear. “Why is that so hard to believe? I’ve been checking you out for weeks, hot stuff.” Sean blushed at Sam’s soft growl but didn’t pull away as Sam nipped his ear with his lips. Sean saw the cab driver scowl in his mirror, but he turned away when Sam gave him his best hard-nosed-cop expression. A few minutes later, the cab dropped them at the public entrance to the building and they piled out, paying the nervous-looking driver. Bobby craned his neck upward, trying to see all the way to the top. Sam nudged him and said, “Let’s go up there.” “We can do that? I thought I’d just get to see it up close.” His young voice was filled with awe. “Yeah, we can do that.” Sam led the way inside and paid for three tickets to the observation deck. “Let’s go!” He sounded almost as excited as Bobby and the two of them practically raced each other to the line for the elevators as Sean lagged a few steps behind. It took a few minutes, but then it was their turn to crowd into the elevator with twenty other people. The doors closed, and the car started its highspeed trip to the top. Sean held Sam’s arm lightly as the car lifted and followed him out of the elevator.

Bottled Up 83 Bobby rushed out, plastering himself against the windows, with Sam close behind. Sean took one look over the city and pressed his back against the interior wall of the room. “Sean, are you okay? You’re white as a sheet.” Sean whispered, “I’m afraid of heights.” Jesus, here he was at the top of one of the world’s tallest buildings and he was about to mess himself he was so scared. Bobby turned around and looked concerned. “Look around all you want, Bobby, but don’t go back down without us.” Bobby smiled and took off, racing around one of the corners. “Sean, you could have waited for us.” Sam rubbed along his back, soothing some of the tension from him. “You didn’t want to disappoint Bobby, did you?” Sean nodded slowly, trying to get up the courage to step away from the wall. “I thought it would be okay since I’m in a building, but it’s not.” Sean could feel his insides start to churn with each swish the building made as it slowly moved in the wind. “It’s okay. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” Sam stood in front of him, blocking out most of the view. “Just look at me.” That was easy—Sean could look at Sam all day. Doing his best to block out the view of the windows, he concentrated on Sam: his eyes, his hair, his lips… those luscious, kissable lips. As he looked, he started thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts, wondering what those lips would feel like on him, what those nipples pressing through his shirt would feel like between his lips. Was Sam having similar thoughts about him? The bulge in his pants indicated he might be. The fear and tightness in his back began to ease, replaced by a tightness in his pants. Sean felt fingers beneath his chin, lifting his gaze to meet Sam’s. “Feeling better?” “A little.” The noise from the other people on the observation deck intruded on their private moment and Bobby turned the corner near them, still looking out all the windows. “Sam, this is so cool!” His breath fogged the window slightly as he leaned forward to peer straight down.

Andrew Grey 84 “Are you about ready to go?” “Sure, whenever you are.” Bobby was still bubbling with energy. Sean sighed softly to Sam, “I’m more than ready.” They got in line for the elevator and soon they were whisked down and back into the lobby, where Sam led them outside and back into a cab. Sam told the driver the destination before the other two got in. “Where are we going now?” Bobby bounced on the seat as he got in. “You’ll see.” The taxi pulled away and wound through the city streets to the lakefront, pulling up in front of a huge stone building with massive lions. “Bobby, this is the Art Institute of Chicago, one of the best art museums in the country.” Bobby breathed a soft “wow” as they headed up the massive steps to the entrance. Once inside, Sean paid the admission and they entered the museum proper. Sean was about to caution Bobby to be quiet and not touch anything, but once they entered, a whole new side of Bobby’s personality opened up. He spoke very little and slowly moved from one work to another. A bright smile lit his face when he saw Seurat’s pointillist park scene, and he marveled quietly at the color and vibrancy of Monet’s water lilies and Van Gogh’s interior scenes. He sighed and gasped in amazement at Picasso’s work and studied the beach scene that Picasso had cut down at one point, later donating the removed section to the institute, providing a rare glimpse into the artist’s creative process. Sean and Sam looked at the works, but also watched the captivated look on Bobby’s face as he marveled at the varied works on display. Sean leaned close to Sam and said, “I wish I could see what he sees.” Sam nodded in agreement and they continued their slow movement through the museum. A quiet announcement indicating that the museum was closing in fifteen minutes was the only thing to break Bobby’s concentration, and he looked so disappointed. “We’ll come back again,” said Sean. They made their way toward the exit and Sam stopped in the museum store, buying Bobby a huge book that contained

Bottled Up 85 pictures of many of the works on display. As they left the museum, Bobby clutched the book to his chest as if it were a precious object. It was almost dark when they got back to the car and started their drive home. By the time they got back to Milwaukee, they were all tired and hungry. Sam pulled up to Sean’s house and Bobby got out of the car. Sean leaned over and kissed Sam. “Thank you for a wonderful day.” Sean looked at the floor, unsure how to proceed. “Would you like to join us for dinner?” He looked into Sam’s eyes, gathering his courage. “And for breakfast in the morning?” Sam turned off the car and shifted in the seat, kissing Sean hard. “I’d love to.” Sean returned Sam’s kiss and they got out of the car, holding hands as they walked to the front door.

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THE phone rang just as he was about to open the store on Saturday morning. “Good morning; Sommelier Wines.” “Sean, this is Sarah Gold.” Her voice always brought a smile to Sean’s face: not only was she a sweet lady, she was his best customer, buying wine and champagne by the case for her large parties and charity events. “Sarah, how have you been?” “Terrific. Greg and I are having a champagne reception to celebrate one of his business deals and I need three cases of Krug.” Holy shit. He only had a few bottles in stock because they were so expensive. “Let me check my stock and I’ll call you right back.” This was their usual routine, so he had her telephone number. Hell, she was on speed dial. “Is there anything else?” “I need a case of Opus One and a case of Silver Oak cabernet, just in case.” Sean was writing all this down. “And it goes without saying to get the best vintage available.” “Of course.” That was standard. Sarah never did things by halves, and that included her wines. She didn’t know anything about them herself, except for what she liked, and she relied on Sean to get her the best. “I’ll call you right back.”

Bottled Up 87 “Thank you, Sean.” She disconnected and Sean hung up the phone. “Mrs. Gold?” Sean nodded and Katie saw the smile on his face as she finished opening the store. “I’ll finish up here.” “Thanks.” He picked up the phone again to get his order placed. “Charlie, it’s Sean. I need a rush order.” “Your mystery customer again?” “Yeah. Look, I need three cases of Krug, one case of Opus One, and a case of Silver Oak cabernet, and I need them today. In fact, I need them in two hours.” Sean could hear papers shuffling. “Well, I’ve got the Krug and the Oak, but the Opus is out of stock.” “Don’t give me that crap, I know you’ve got two cases set aside and I want one. Hell, I’ll take them both.” “I can’t do that. Hank’ll kill me.” Sean had anticipated this. “Well, Salvatore called me yesterday and they were more than willing to be accommodating.” “Shit. Okay, you’ll have your cases in two hours, but I gotta charge for the special delivery.” “Charlie, don’t play with me. I see your delivery guy down here every day at lunch, so just make sure I get the wine by noon. Just tell him Katie’s working today.” The last part was whispered into the phone; Katie’d kill him if she heard him. “I’ll call in my main order on Monday.” They disconnected and Sean breathed a sigh of relief before calling Sarah back and telling her she could pick up her cases after noon. As Sean expected, she also bought the second case of Opus. Katie finished up with a customer and checked him out. The store was quiet. “So, did you get what you needed?” “It’ll be here by noon.”

Andrew Grey 88 “Good.” She checked the front door. “Now, spill it. How are things with the hot police officer? You haven’t told me anything.” Her expression told him he wasn’t getting away with changing the subject yet again. “They’re good. We had a great day on Wednesday.” He was trying to skirt what he knew she wanted to know. “Jesus Christ, Sean, did you get laid?” Sometimes she could be extremely forthright; maybe a little too forthright. “No, we haven’t actually had sex yet. He stayed the night Wednesday, but I’d asked him to take things slow and he was wonderful.” It had been wonderful. He could still feel Sam’s arms around him, holding him tight all night long. They hadn’t done anything more than some very heavy kissing and a little rubbing, but he could still feel Sam’s skin against his. “We’ve talked on the phone every day, but he’s been working double shifts, so I haven’t seen him since then. But he’s going to the gallery opening with Bobby and me tonight.” He couldn’t help himself and smiled at the thought. Katie opened her mouth to say something, but got interrupted by the front door opening as customers entered the store. They were very busy for the next few hours, with Laura making an appearance to do the books. At noon, he sent Katie out to bring back lunch, and Bobby helped customers with their purchases. He still didn’t want Bobby left alone. Just after Katie left, a van pulled up and delivered the six cases of wine and champagne. The delivery man looked around the store and Sean volunteered, “She just went to get lunch; she’ll be right back.” Stan had been trying to get up the courage to ask Katie out for months and Sean hoped today was the day. He waited for her to get back, talked to her for a minute, and then left. Nope… not today. They ate their lunches quickly, sitting behind the counter. “So, Bobby, when do you start school?” Bobby swallowed the bite of sandwich he’d nearly inhaled. “Monday. Dad got me registered and enrolled at the high school right

Bottled Up 89 near the house. I’ll be able to walk to school and take the bus here after classes.” She frowned and turned to Sean. “Isn’t that too many hours for him to work?” “Bobby only works two evenings during the week and half-days on the weekends. The rest of the time he’ll be doing his homework. I’m setting up the small room off the office for him. That way he’ll be able to have some space of his own. When the police catch the guy who attacked him, he’ll be able to go right home on his nights off.” Sarah Gold’s limousine pulled up outside the store just as they finished eating. She slowly walked into the store, greeting Sean with a hug and a smile, before going right to the register and handing him her platinum card. She never quibbled about the price and Sean was careful to never overcharge her. As he was completing the sale, the door opened and a tall, built police officer walked in. Sean couldn’t help himself and smiled brightly when he saw Sam. Sarah noticed the change in Sean’s expression and turned around, looking Sam over from head to toe. Slowly, she turned her attention back to Sean and signed the credit card slip. “Bobby, would you load these six cases?” “Sure, Dad.” Bobby raced into the back to get a cart as Sarah did a double take. Sean smiled. “It’s a long story, but Bobby’s living with me and we’re working toward adoption.” Sarah’s smile was genuine and warm. “Looks like you got lucky on two fronts then.” She read the confusion on his face. “Sean,” she gestured lightly to Sam, “it’s wonderful to see young people in love.” Before he could respond, Bobby returned with her cases, and she said goodbye, giving Sam a wink. Bobby followed her out to the limousine. Sean turned his attention to Sam. “Are you on duty?” “Lunch break.”

Andrew Grey 90 “Oh, good.” Sean stepped forward and arched upward for a kiss, which he got—hard, warm, and body-tingling good. “Are we still on for tonight?” “You bet; I’m looking forward to it.” He got another kiss, and when they separated, they noticed Bobby and Sarah watching through the windows. “We’ve got an audience.” Sean chuckled softly and pulled away, thinking of what Sarah had said. “I need to get back to work.” “Me too. I’ll be here, dressed and ready when the store closes.” He got another quick peck goodbye and Sam left to get lunch. “Hey, Dad, what a nice lady. She gave me ten bucks for helping her!” Bobby showed him the bill. “She is a very nice lady.” Sean pulled himself out of the happy haze Sam’s brief visit had pulled him into. “Let’s get to work so we can leave on time.” The afternoon went by rather quickly with a steady stream of customers. Sean kept a lookout like he always did for Bobby’s attacker, but he hadn’t put in another appearance, and for that he was very grateful. During the lulls in activity, Sean couldn’t stop himself from ruminating on what Sarah had said. Was he already in love with Sam? Just thinking about the man could make him smile. Was that love or just happiness? He wasn’t really sure. He knew he’d be sad if Sam didn’t want to see him again, but was that love? He honestly didn’t know; he had nothing to compare, no point of reference. “You have to follow your heart”—that’s what his mother would say, and maybe that was right. It wasn’t as though there was a manual for love like there was for the cash register. Maybe Sarah was right? He knew one thing: if this was love, he definitely didn’t want it to end. “Sean, you’ve been distracted all afternoon. What’s going on?” Katie leaned over the counter. “Nothing.” He pulled himself out of his thoughts and got back to work. The store was busy and he didn’t have time to daydream.

Bottled Up 91 At five, Katie was just about to leave. “Bobby!” Sean called into the back of the store. The teenager appeared in the store a few moments later. “Katie’s going home and you need to get dressed. Sam should be here in about an hour.” Bobby gave Katie a big hug and she left the store with a smile and a wave. “Are you sure you don’t need me?” asked Bobby. There were a few customers still in the store. “No; go on and get ready.” He helped a few customers check out and answered some questions. At nearly closing time, Bobby appeared all dressed, looking very handsome in his suit. “Do I look okay?” Sean straightened his tie and made sure his collar was crisp. “You look very handsome.” The front door opened, and Sam walked in wearing a suit cut perfectly for him. “Hi.” Sam walked to the counter, kissing Sean lightly. “I made reservations for a quick dinner.” “Thank you.” He checked his watch and locked the front door, closing the store for the night. “I’m almost ready.” After closing the register and putting the proceeds in the safe, he dashed to his office and started changing. “Now that’s what I want to see.” Sam was leaning against the doorframe, watching as Sean slipped off his work pants. “All that smooth skin.” He stepped forward, pulling Sean into his arms, hands slipping down his back, lips coming together. Their tongues dueled gently as their kiss deepened before Sam slowly pulled away. “You need to get ready; can we pick this up later tonight?” “I think I’d like that.” In the past Sean had always demurred when it came to sex, but tonight, he looked Sam in the eyes. “I think I’d like that very much.” Reaching for the hanger, he pulled on his suit pants and slipped a shirt over his shoulders. “Now let me get dressed so we can go, because if you keep staring at me like that, I’m not going to be

Andrew Grey 92 able to button these pants.” Sam leaned forward, kissing Sean again before slowly turning around and leaving him alone. Sean sighed and quickly finished dressing. When he was ready, he grabbed his coat, turned off the lights, and met Sam and Bobby near the front door. After making sure Bobby had his folio of drawings and setting the alarm, they left the store. Dinner was light and quick, and they arrived at the gallery just after the show opened. Entering the gallery, they were welcomed by the owner, Peter Barrett, and directed into the gallery. A sign on the wall gave the title of the exhibit: “Family.” Bobby saw Mark and walked right to him while Sean and Sam slowly made their way through the exhibit. There were portraits of many families: some traditional, but many unconventional though no less loving. As they wandered through, they saw some portraits of people they knew. “That’s Bill and Tom.” They were dressed in leather. Sean looked slightly embarrassed. “I never realized how sexy they were.” Sam tilted his head in surprise. “I guess I never thought of them that way.” “Well, they are, but not as sexy as you.” Sam bumped him with his hip and Sean bumped him back, and they continued viewing the paintings, stopping in front of the portrait of Mark and Tyler together with their dog. “Dad.” Bobby appeared next to them. “You gotta see this.” Bobby pulled them to the exhibit’s signature piece, a huge canvas entitled “Family,” completely covered in faces. Bobby pointed to one in the upper left corner. “That’s Sam!” Sean looked where Bobby was pointing, and sure enough, Sam’s face looked back at him from the canvas. It was beautifully done. “Talk about sexy!” Sean murmured, as he looked at the painting. As they were discussing the painting, Mark joined them, carrying a box, and handed it to Bobby. “I brought this for you.” Bobby opened it and saw a variety of sketching supplies. “I was given this when I was your age by my aunt who first recognized that I had talent. I think it’s now my turn to pass it on.”

Bottled Up 93 Bobby looked at Mark, near tears, but desperately trying to cover them. “Thank you, Mark,. That was very generous.” Sean put his hand on a still-stunned Bobby’s shoulder. Bobby gave up and handed the box to Sean before throwing his arms around Mark, hugging the stuffing out of him. The joy was thanks enough. “You’re welcome, Bobby, and keep drawing. You’ve got real talent.” Bobby released Mark and took back the box from Sean, holding it tightly and smiling. They spent the next hour or so chatting with friends when Sean heard an unwelcome voice carry through the conversation. As he turned, he saw Ted heading in his direction. “Sean, how are you?” The bright tone and smile were belied by the stony coldness in his eyes. “I’m fine. This is Sam.” Ted extended his hand. “Ted Perelli.” “Sam Davis.” They shook hands very briefly. “So, what are you doing here? This really isn’t your thing.” The snide tone was unmistakable along with the slight curl of his lips. Sean moved closer to Sam and he breathed easier when he felt Sam’s hand touch the small of his back. “Mark’s a friend and he invited us.” Sean put his arm around Bobby’s shoulder protectively. The last thing he wanted to do was stand here making small talk with his exboyfriend. Sam came to his rescue. “There’s a piece you need to see in the next room.” Sam started walking. “Please excuse us.” Without waiting for an answer, Sam turned and guided them away. “Thank you.” Sean looked up into Sam’s eyes, but what he saw confused him. The eyes were hard and cold, not the expression he’d come to know at all. What happened? Had he done something to make Sam mad? “I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” His expression lightened and his eyes softened. “You dated him?”

Andrew Grey 94 “For about six months, but I was so busy that we really never got off the ground. Why?” Sean was really starting to wonder what he’d done. “Do you know who his father is?” Sam looked very serious. Sean shook his head. “I never met his family.” “His father has ties to the Chicago mob.” Sam looked over his shoulder as Ted laughed in the next room. “I’d really like to nail his entire family to the wall.” The storm clouds in Sam’s eyes started to fade. “Do you think we can go?” Sean could tell Sam was no longer comfortable. “Sure. We should say our goodbyes and get our coats.” They spent a few minutes saying goodbye to everyone they knew and exited the gallery, heading to Sam’s car. They drove back to Sean’s in near silence, neither of them knowing what to say until Bobby stuck his head between the seats. “Your ex is a real wanker.” Both Sam and Sean burst out laughing, breaking the tension. “Where did you hear that?” Bobby smiled. “I’ve been watching British television. They have lots of great sayings.” The tension broken, they chatted and laughed the rest of the way to Sean’s. Pulling up in front of the house, Sean got out of the car and waited for Sam. Taking his hand, they walked up the walk and into the house. Bobby rushed upstairs to change. “Can we pick up where we left off earlier?” Sam pulled Sean to him, just like he’d done in the store. “Definitely, as soon as Bobby’s in bed. You just have to promise to be quiet.” Sean arched his back and moaned softly as Sam teased his neck with his lips. “Let’s hope he’s really tired.” Sam sealed their lips together in a hard kiss, but pulled away as they heard footsteps on the stairs.

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THE door closed with a soft click. Bobby was in bed and had quickly fallen asleep as testified by the soft snores that could be heard just before he closed the door. Every time Bobby called him Dad, it warmed Sean’s heart in a way he never thought he’d feel. And then there was Sam, standing behind him, hands touching him gently, but touching nonetheless, letting him know that he was wanted—that the big, sexy cop wanted him. Slowly, Sean turned around and looked into the eyes of one of the most attractive, sexiest men he’d ever met. “I can’t believe you don’t have a million men after you.” Sam shrugged. “Don’t want them. I’ve been waiting for someone just like you.” Sean wanted to believe that more than anything else in the world. Large hands touched his cheeks, skin rough, but fine, tilting his face up, lips meeting his, tugging and pulling gently, and he could feel his body react to Sam’s tenderness, his caring touch. The kiss, while still tender, deepened into real passion, and the intensity rippled through his body. Slowly, Sam pulled back, taking Sean by the hand and leading him into the dark bedroom. Sam reached for a bedside light, but Sean stopped him. “I want to see you.” That was what Sean was afraid of. He knew Sam was built and beautiful and he just didn’t measure up. The last time Sam stayed, they’d undressed in the dark and crawled into bed, but now he was afraid Sam would be disappointed. “I….” He couldn’t keep the fear out of his voice.

Andrew Grey 96 Sam flicked on the light, its soft glow just enough. “I want to see you.” His lips traced the curve of Sean’s throat. “Taste you.” A hot tongue and lips worked the base of his neck. “Nibble on you as you shiver beneath me.” The tongue worked up his neck, lips nipping at an ear. “And I want to touch and see every inch of your beautiful skin.” “Sam, I’m not beautiful, not like you. What if you don’t like what you see?” The nervousness and insecurity in Sean’s voice went through Sam like a knife. “Who ever told you that?” Sean didn’t answer and shrugged his shoulders slowly. “I’ll kill your ex twice.” Sam took Sean’s face in his big hands, kissing him hard, wanting those bad thoughts to fly out of Sean’s head. “Because you are beautiful.” The buttons on his shirt were opened and a hot hand slipped beneath the fabric, stroking the smooth skin. “So hot… so smooth… so very beautiful.” Sam kept opening the buttons of Sean’s shirt, parting the fabric and pulling it off his arms. Sean knew the minute Sam saw it; his expression changed and he covered his left wrist with his hand. “Don’t look at it.” “It’s okay, Sean.” Sam placed his hand to top of Sean’s, coaxing the hand away from his wrist. “The scars are a part of you.” Bringing the arm to his lips, he kissed the scarred area, feeling the bumpy skin pass beneath his lips. “These are marks of bravery and courage, and definitely nothing to be ashamed of.” Those lips passed over his wrist again and then up his arm, across his shoulder, up his neck, and back to his lips. “Why don’t you get comfortable?” Sam motioned toward the head of the bed. Sean scooted up on the bed, watching every move Sam made—and he made plenty. His fingers worked the buttons on his shirt. Rich skin, rippled with hard muscle, became visible, and Sean’s mouth went dry as Sam slipped off his shirt and began opening the fastener on his pants. “Sam, what are you doing?” Sean could barely speak as the pants slipped down Sam’s legs with a soft rustle and he stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor, wearing only his underwear. “Jesus… Sam.”

Bottled Up 97 He turned around, looking over his shoulder. “Like what you see?” Sean nodded and moaned softly. Sam smiled. “Well,” he leered, “me too.” His eyes twinkled and Sean blushed. Slowly, he slipped his underwear down his legs, bending forward, giving Sean a premium view of that incredible butt, and just as slowly, Sam straightened up but didn’t turn around. Sean breathed shallowly, his eyes raking over Sam. The wide shoulders, powerful back, narrow hips, tight butt with dimples, strong legs that went on for days…. “Sam….” Slowly the object of Sean’s fascination turned around and his words died on his lips. He could only sit there with his mouth hanging open. “I knew you’d be handsome, but I never dreamed….” In his fantasies he’d imagined what Sam would look like naked, but the reality far exceeded his daydreams. Large, powerful chest; flat, ripped stomach…. The man was the embodiment of masculine perfection. Even his scars were sexy. Like a tiger hunting its prey, Sam prowled closer to the bed, his legs flexing, erection swaying with each step. “See what you do to me? Make me want to make you happy.” Sam climbed onto the bed, smiling as Sean blushed again. “Ba—” Sam stopped himself and Sean tilted his head, wondering what was wrong. “Sorry,” he said, his lips very close to Sean’s. “I keep wanting to call you Baby.” His lips closed the gap, sealing against Sean’s. A soft moan came from deep within both of them. Sean whimpered against Sam’s lips, “You can call me Baby if you keep doing that.” And he felt Sam smile into the kiss. “I’ll do more than that, Baby.” Sam’s lips traveled down Sean’s neck and chest while fingers tugged at his pants. Sean felt the fabric part and fingers slide down his skin, and into his…. “Oh, God.”The fingers wrapped around his hardness, stroking softly as those incredible lips latched on to a nipple. “Won’t do anything you don’t want me to, but I need to taste you.” Sean mumbled something unintelligible, but Sam seemed to understand, and Sean’s pants were slipped down his hips. He arched off

Andrew Grey 98 the bed as they slid down his legs. Then a tongue, hot and slick, circled his crown. “Sam, we need… to talk….” Sean was breathing like a freight train, trying to control his body. “I’m clean. Haven’t been… with anyone… like this.” Sam lifted his head away from Sean, but his fingers kept stroking lightly. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone since my last department test. But what about Ted?” “Didn’t trust him enough,” Sam stroked and Sean could barely think, “to do anything but frottage.” Sean couldn’t take much more of this. Sam smiled and flicked his tongue along Sean’s length as if it were an ice cream cone. “Love how you look, all needy and panting. Can’t wait to see how you look when you come.” Sam licked his head, swirling his tongue, then taking Sean in all the way, working him with his lips, tongue, and even the roof of his mouth. “Sam….” Sean sounded needy as he shivered against Sam’s mouth. He was rocking involuntarily, and Sam let him go, wanted him to come and come hard. “Sam, I’m gonna….” Sean groaned softly as he felt warm wetness on his leg just before his body contracted and he came, his head spinning, hands buried in Sam’s hair, pushing his head down onto him and eventually collapsing back against the headboard. “Sam….” Sean regained the ability to think. “Are you okay?” His words were greeted with a smile. “Oh yeah, and I was right.” His lips came to Sean’s, taking a deep kiss. “You look absolutely beautiful when you come. It’s a look I want to see again and again.” Sam took Sean in his arms and maneuvered him on the bed, pulling back the covers. They climbed beneath the blankets, Sam tugging Sean to him, spooning his chest to Sean’s back, arms wrapping around the smaller man. Sean turned off the light and snuggled against Sam’s warmth. “Night, Sam.” He could feel the ridges of Sam’s muscles against his skin.

Bottled Up 99 “Good night, Baby.” Sean felt a soft kiss on his shoulder as they both settled into sleep. His back was cold and he squirmed back, trying to find the warmth, but it was definitely gone. “Sam….” He could still almost feel Sam’s skin against his back, an arm resting on his hip, a warm hand on his stomach. Slowly, he cracked open his eyes, the soft glow from the streetlight casting just enough light in the window for him to see Sam moving in the room. “I have to be at work in an hour.” Lips kissed his forehead as a warm hand stroked his back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll meet you at the store after my shift.” Sam angled his face and felt Sam’s lips touch his. Without thinking he put his arms around the broad, shirtless back, pulling him onto the bed, deepening their kiss. He groaned softly as Sam pulled away and stroked his forehead. “Baby, I’d love to stay here next to your hot, sweet body, but I really have to go to work.” With another kiss, he straightened and quietly finished dressing. “Go back to sleep.” With a final kiss, Sean heard him descend the stairs, and a few minutes later he heard the front door open and close. Without thinking, he shifted to the other pillow, breathing in Sam’s scent, and quickly fell back to sleep. When he woke again, it was to the sound of Bobby moving around the house. Throwing back the covers, he pulled on his robe and opened his door, catching Bobby coming out of the bathroom. “Morning.” They both yawned and continued on their bleary-eyed journeys to get themselves ready for the store. “I’m nervous about meeting your mom and dad.” They were in the car a few minutes from the store. “Don’t be. They’re going to love you.” He was pretty sure they would. “But what if they don’t? What if they’re not happy I’m living with you?” Nervousness and fear stood out in Bobby’s voice. Sean figured it was only natural, but he hated to hear it.

Andrew Grey 100 “They’re my parents and I love them, but if for some unlikely reason they don’t like you, it’s just too bad for them, ’cause you have a home now.” Sean stopped at a traffic signal and looked over at Bobby. “You understand?” Bobby nodded, still nervous and a little doubtful, but definitely reassured. The light changed and they continued on their way, Sean hoping to himself that his resolution wouldn’t be tested. Arriving at the store, they both got busy getting everything ready to open and they had a steady stream of customers. They were busy enough that for lunch, Sean ordered from the deli a few blocks away and had lunch delivered for everyone. The delivery man arrived at about one and Sean paid and thanked him. As he took Laura’s lunch back to her, he saw Bobby and the delivery man talking. After chatting a minute, he returned to the sales floor and found them still talking, with Bobby laughing and gesturing animatedly. Sean left them alone and went back to work, and after a few minutes he heard the delivery man say goodbye to Bobby. After waving to Katie, he left the store. Sean smiled, pleased that Bobby was meeting people. “Looks like you found a friend.” “I recognized him from one of Mark’s paintings. His dad owns the deli and he works there and at Tyler’s sometimes.” Bobby was going a mile a minute. “I asked him about the painting and he said Mark came to the deli and sketched them and then did the painting. He said Mark gave it to them and that once the show is over, they’re gonna hang it in the deli.” “You know that Steve is challenged?” Sean wasn’t trying to be mean, but he wasn’t sure how Bobby would react. He needn’t have worried. “Yeah… so?” The “what’s-the-big-deal” look on Bobby’s face put Sean’s concerns to rest. “The nicest people I met on the street were”—he made air quotes—“challenged.” This kid was going to keep him on his toes, Sean realized. “He seems really nice.” Bobby was already moving as he finished his thought and in the back room before Sean could do anything but shake his head.

Bottled Up 101 “Are you sure you can keep up with all his energy?” Katie grinned as she got a bottle of chardonnay for a customer. “No way.” Sean shook his head and smiled as he went back to work, thinking that maybe Bobby was more enlightened than he was. Late in the afternoon, just before closing, a tall, handsome police officer, still in his uniform, walked through the front door carrying a gym bag. “Hi, Baby.” That rich voice wrapped around him in an extraspecial way, bringing back thoughts of the night before. “Hi, Sam.” He wanted to kiss him, but refrained. He was still in uniform, after all. “I need to change and then I can greet you properly.” Sam winked and disappeared into the back room. The last customers were leaving the store as Sam emerged from the back room, looking nice in his khaki pants and rich blue shirt, with Bobby right behind him, carrying his coat. Sean locked the front door and started the closing process. Katie waved him away from the register. “Sean, go; I’ll close up.” “You shouldn’t be here alone.” A soft knock on the front door distracted him. Turning his head, he saw Stan standing outside, carrying flowers. Sean worked hard to keep from grinning as he opened the door, letting Stan inside. “Evening, Stan.” “Hi, Sean.” They shook hands briefly until Katie nudged him aside. “We should go.” “Yes, you should!” It took all his self-control to keep from laughing. In all the years he’d known her, this was one of the few times he’d ever seen her nervous or flustered. Sam put on his coat and handed Sean his. “Bye, Katie. See you soon.” The three of them waved and left the store. To his credit, Sean waited until the door was locked again before crowing, “Thank God. I’ve been trying to get him to ask her out for two months.” Sam’s hand pressed to his back. “You know she’ll kill you if she finds out.”

Andrew Grey 102 “I know.” They approached Sean’s car. “But he’s had eyes for her since our first delivery and I know she’s been lonely lately, no matter how she tries to cover it up.” He looked around. “Where’s your car?” He pressed the button to unlock his car. “Johnson dropped me off.” Sean hoped that meant what he thought it meant. Sam held Sean close. “I’m all yours tonight.” The world receded as their lips met, Sam kissing him firmly, tongue swirling gently for just a small taste. “Kid present!” The car door closed louder than necessary. The two men broke their kiss, smiled indulgently, and got in the car. The drive to Sean’s parents took twenty minutes or so, and the entire time Sam’s hand rested on Sean’s thigh, not moving, but there, maintaining a connection between them, a connection Sean needed to keep his nervousness at a manageable level. Even Bobby was quiet, fidgeting with his fingers as they rode. “It’s going to be okay, Sean. They’re your parents and they love you, and they’ll love Bobby too.” “I know. I’m just nervous.” Bobby interjected from the backseat. “You’re nervous.” Sean turned the corner onto his parents’ street and a few seconds later pulled into the driveway. Sam squeezed his thigh as reassurance and they got out of the car. The front door opened and he saw his mother lean out. “Get inside! It’s colder than a witch’s tit!” Sean laughed and realized that everything was going to be fine as they hurried up the walk. Inside the house, Sean’s mother bustled around. Coats were taken and hung up. “That bundle of energy is my mom, Sylvia.” “You must be Sam.” She shook his hand. “And you must be Bobby.” She pulled the teenager into a hug and Bobby returned the embrace, a little surprised, but he definitely appeared pleased. “Your father is downstairs with his trains; he’ll be up in a minute.” She herded them into the living room. “Sit yourselves down. I’ll be right back.” The spitfire that was Sean’s mom returned a few seconds later with cheese, sausage, and crackers, which she set on the table, and then left again, returning with a pitcher of lemonade and a pot of tea.

Bottled Up 103 “Mom, do you need some help?” She set down her tray. “There’s glasses and cups on the counter.” She continued fussing as Sean retrieved the tray and set it on the table. “Help yourself; don’t be shy.” Footsteps on the stairs heralded Sean’s father’s arrival. “Howard, we’re in here!” “I can hear you, Syl. I’m not totally deaf.” Not totally, but he was well on his way. The hearing aids attested to that. Sam stood up and the two men introduced themselves, looking like two alpha males halfcircling each other. “Good to meet you, sir.” Sam sat back down next to Sean. “Dad, this is Bobby.” The young man seemed leery, but stood and shook hands. “Nice to meet you, son.” Howard sat in what could only be described as his chair. “How much longer for dinner?” “About an hour.” They talked about general things and made basic small talk for a few minutes, but Howard remained quiet. Then he pushed himself to his feet, motioning to Bobby. “Let’s go.” Bobby looked at Sean, who smiled and nodded, before getting up and following Howard through the house and downstairs. “How is he doing, Mom?” She released a deep breath. “As well as can be expected. He’s okay if you speak directly to him, but group conversations drive him crazy. The sounds overlay and he can’t really pick up on what’s happening.” She settled back in her chair and turned to Sam. “Sean tells me you’re a police officer.” “Yes, ma’am.” She rolled her eyes. “For god’s sake, call me Sylvia. I’m not my mother.” She grinned brightly. “How’d you meet my son anyway?” “Through his store; I was one of his customers.”

Andrew Grey 104 “He came in twice a week and bought a bottle of wine. I thought they were for his dates, but when he made dinner for me,” Sean leaned close, resting against Sam, “all the bottles were still in his kitchen.” Timers in Sylvia’s kitchen started going off and she got up to tend to dinner, returning a few minutes later. “Do you need any help, Sylvia?” She settled back into her chair. “No. Everything’s all set.” The sound of train whistles wafted up from the basement. “So, Sean, what’s the deal with Bobby? When I called you said he was staying with you.” “I met with his caseworker this week and she’s placed him with me. He starts school tomorrow, and a social worker will be stopping by this week.” “I know this isn’t PC of me, but I have to ask. Will staying with you make him gay?” The question would have been offensive except for the truly concerned look on her face. Sean shook his head. “No, Mom. Even if Bobby weren’t already gay, he wouldn’t turn gay. We’re born gay; we don’t choose it or learn it, regardless of what the priests say.” This was a longstanding discussion with her. “I know, I guess. I just worry, and for the record, I’m proud of what you’re doing with him. I worry and I hope you know what you’re in for, but I’m proud.” Sean could see his mother’s eyes water. “Since we found out you were gay, I never thought I’d be a grandmother.” Timers in the kitchen went off again and Sean thought he saw her wipe her eyes as she left the room. As soon as she was out of sight, Sam leaned close. “Your mom’s a character.” Sam kissed him quickly as Sylvia stuck her head into the room. “Would you go get your father for dinner?” They both got up and headed downstairs as Sylvia started dishing up the food. Descending the stairs, they heard train whistles and engines whirring as trains raced around the huge open space. Bobby was laughing as he sat at one of the consoles operating the trains on one side of the layout with Howard on the other side; they both looked like

Bottled Up 105 kids playing with their toys. “Hey, Dad.” Bobby barely looked up as he worked the controls. “Mom says dinner’s ready.” Howard stopped his trains and switched off his console while Bobby stopped his as well. Sean’s father made sure everything was off and they headed upstairs, with Bobby and Howard talking nonstop about trains as they climbed the stairs. Dinner was good, with Sam and Sean helping Sylvia clean up afterward, while Howard and Bobby disappeared back into the basement right after dessert. Once the dishes were done, Sam and Sean joined them, the four guys playing like kids. Howard and Bobby manned one console while Sam and Sean manned the other. They played, yelled, whooped, and hollered. When it was time to go, Sean got their coats and hugged both his parents good-bye. Sam shook hands with Howard, but Sylvia gave him a hug. Then she pulled Bobby into a hug and whispered something that made him blush, and then he hugged her back. Howard likewise hugged Bobby goodbye, and they left the house and piled into the car for the trip home. It was getting late as they arrived at Sean’s house. Bobby went right upstairs as Sam followed Sean into the living room. “I need to talk to Bobby for a while,” Sean told him. Sam put his forehead against Sean’s. “Do what you need to do; I’ll wait down here for you.” Sean stole a quick kiss and then turned and headed upstairs. “Bobby.” Sean knocked softly on the bedroom door. “I want to talk to you.” The door opened. “Yeah, Dad?” Sean went inside and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress next to him. He noticed that the school supplies were on the dresser along with the backpack they’d gotten earlier in the week. “You’ve got your schedule and someone will show you around the school tomorrow morning.” Bobby nodded as Sean faltered, not sure how to say what he wanted to. “You’ve seen more of life than most of

Andrew Grey 106 these kids, so you know about drugs and stuff like that.” He huffed to himself. “You’re a gay high school student, and you know some kids are going to give you a hard time.” Bobby waited. “We already went over their zero-tolerance policy when you enrolled. Now I’m going to give you my policy. Don’t fight with anyone, but… always defend yourself. Kids will taunt you, trying to get you to throw the first punch. Don’t do it! But if they physically threaten you or hit you, always defend yourself and I’ll back you all the way.” “Thanks, Dad.” Sean got up to leave. “Oh, and one more thing,” Sean reached down and pulled Bobby into a hug. “Good night.” “Good night, Dad.” Sean closed the door on his way out and headed downstairs, but the house was dark, so he went back upstairs and found Sam in his bedroom, leaning against the headboard… waiting. Sean smiled and quickly cleaned up before returning to the bedroom and undressing. Sam lifted the covers and Sean slipped between the sheets, where a warm, hard body pulled him close, Sam’s erection pressing against his skin. “Someone’s ready to go.” Sean felt a warm hand slide down his stomach, slipping between his legs, stroking him gently. The light clicked off. “Feels like two someones.” Sean’s response was cut off as a set of lips pressed to his.

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THE Saturday before Valentine’s Day the store was hopping, customers buying champagne, Prosecco, Asti—anything sparkling was flying out of the store. Sean had purchased extra stock and it looked as though he was going to need more, which was really good. “Bobby, could you help this lady to her car?” It had snowed the night before and the sidewalk was a little slippery, even though they’d salted. “Sure, Dad.” Bobby held out his arm graciously and the older lady smiled as she linked her arm through his elbow, patting his wrist, beaming to beat the band. On his way back inside, Sean saw Bobby throw some more salt on the sidewalk. How could anyone ever give up a great kid like Bobby? Shaking his head, he went back to work. “Is your homework done?” “Not quite.” Sean stopped filling the Bollinger and stood up. “You know our deal. It needs to be done and on my desk before you leave for the movies.” Since Bobby was behind the other kids in school, Sean made sure to review Bobby’s homework. Every night, they spent an hour together reviewing his work and making sure that Bobby understood his lessons. Sean quickly found that he was very bright, but had trouble with math.

Andrew Grey 108 “The only thing left is a drawing for art class, and it’s almost done.” Bobby’s eyes twinkled and Sean knew there was something special about the drawing. “Can I see it when you’re done?” Bobby tended to be possessive about his art projects, not letting anyone see them until they were complete. “When it’s done.” “Then go finish your homework and ask Laura if she’d help out here for a while.” He looked at his watch. “Steve will be here in an hour or so.” Bobby disappeared into the back and Laura came out a few minutes later. “Could you help with the register for a while?” The store was getting busier. A sunny day in February, regardless of how cold it was, always brought people out. The sun was just too tempting. “Sure, Seany. My eyes were about to cross anyway.” She relieved Katie behind the counter, freeing her up to help customers, and thank god there were plenty of those today. The past week had been slow, so he was grateful for the business. All afternoon, they sold bottles of champagne, cabernet, and shiraz, as well as specialty beers. “Dad, I’m leaving for the movies. Steve just called; he’ll be here soon.” Sean had completely lost track of time. “Is your homework done?” Bobby smiled. “Yup, it’s all done, but I need you to check my math.” “We’ll do that tonight.” He saw Steve walk into the store and handed Bobby some cash. “Have a good time; call if you need anything!” He watched as Bobby left the store before returning his attention to the customers. Late in the afternoon, the store was still hopping and the phone kept ringing with customer inquiries. Finally, the flow of customers started to taper off and he, Katie, and Laura had a chance to take a brief break. “So how have things been with Sam?” Katie nosed as she tidied up behind the counter.

Bottled Up 109 “Good. Actually, very good.” Changing the subject, he asked, “How are you and Stan?” Sean knew bringing up Stan was now the fastest way to get her to clam up. They’d been seeing each other pretty regularly, but Katie refused to talk about it—didn’t want to jinx it. Katie blushed anyway, telling Sean all he needed to know. “Sean….” The door flew open and Steve rushed into the store. “Where’s Bobby?” Worry slammed Sean in the stomach. “I don’t know. He disappeared as we were leaving the movie. This guy was talking to him and then he was gone.” The worry twisted in his gut. “Did you see what he looked like?” Steve nodded. “Real tall and big, looked kinda homeless and scruffy.” Sean’s worst fears were coming true. This had to the guy who had attacked Bobby. “Where’d you last see him?” Sean could hear the panic rising in his voice and he pushed it down as he saw how it made Steve flinch. “It’s not your fault, Steve.” “We were at the Oriental Theater and I saw Bobby talking to this guy as we got up to leave. I waited for him in the lobby, but I never saw him, so I came back here.” Sean was terrified into inaction; his body just wouldn’t move. “Sean… Sean….” He finally reacted to Katie’s voice. “Call Sam!” Sean nodded, breaking out of his fog of fear, and rushed back to the office, grabbing his coat and fishing his phone out of the pocket. He dialed Sam’s number while putting on his coat and rushing out through the store. Sam’s cell went to voice mail; Sean left a frantic message and continued toward his car. He barely noticed Katie and Laura reassuring a worried Steve that everything would be all right.

Andrew Grey 110 Sean dialed Sam’s work number as he got in the car. “Third Ward Police.” “This is Sean Bielecki and I need to speak to Sam Davis right away; it’s an emergency.” “I’ll connect you to his desk.” The phone rang and it was answered by Sam’s partner. “Officer Johnson.” “This is Sean Bielecki. I need to speak to Sam. Bobby’s missing and I think the guy who attacked him may have taken him. I’m on my way to the Oriental Theater.” “Slow down, Sean. What happened?” Sean started the car and pulled out of his parking space. “Bobby went to the movies with a friend and he was seen talking to someone who sounds like this Big Mike, the guy who attacked him a while ago, but he never came out of the theater.” “I’ll call Sam and we’ll meet you there.” The call ended and Sean threw the phone on the seat and flew through traffic, driving like a madman. It still took him a good fifteen minutes to get to the theater, and all he could think was that with every second that passed, Bobby was being taken farther and farther away. Thankfully, as he pulled in front of the elaborate movie palace, he saw a police car pull up as well. The police car had barely stopped when Sean saw Sam hop out of the car heading toward him, with Johnson just behind him. “What happened, Sean?” He could barely talk and just wanted to find Bobby. He swallowed hard to keep himself under control. “Bobby and Steve went to the movies and Steve said he saw Bobby talking to a big guy. Steve said he got ahead of Bobby and waited for him in the lobby, but never saw him. He said when the lobby emptied and Bobby didn’t show, he drove right back to the store.” Sam led the way into the theater, walking through the elaborate lobby and asking to see the manager, who came right out. “What’s wrong, officers?”

Bottled Up 111 “We have a potential abduction.” Sam turned to Sean. “What movie were they seeing?” “I don’t know.” Sean felt stupid; he should know what they were seeing. “The last screening in the main theater ended a half-hour ago; the two smaller theaters are in the middle of screenings. We just started the previews for the next screening in the main theater, so that’s probably where they were,” the manager offered. “Did your staff clean and check the theater between showings?” The manager seemed genuinely concerned. “Yes. They’d have kicked out anyone they found, so he can’t be in there.” Sean could feel his hope slipping away. What if they didn’t find him? What if this Big Mike tried to finish what he started? He broke out in a cold sweat and sank into one of the nearby chairs, letting the conversation swirl around him as he pulled into himself, sinking into his own sickening worry. “Sean….” He felt Sam’s hand on his shoulder. “Stay with me. We’ll find him.” Sam turned to the manager. “Please, stop the previews and turn up the lights. We need to search.” The manager nodded and rushed off to comply with the request, and the three of them entered the ornate theater. The theater was fairly full and people craned their necks as the police officers marched down the aisle with Sean right behind. “Sorry for the interruption, but we’re looking for a lost boy.” Sam stood in front of the stage, “Bobby, it’s Sam. Can you hear me? Are you there?” Nothing…. Sam tried again. “Bobby, it’s Sam and Sean. Can you hear us?” Still nothing. Sean pulled on Sam’s arm and motioned to the balcony. “He should be able to hear us up there.” “Not necessarily. I sat up there for a movie once and could barely hear. I’m going to try.” Sean raced back down the aisle and into the lobby. “How do I get to the balcony?” The manager pointed to the stairs. “It’s roped off and hasn’t been used in months.”

Andrew Grey 112 Sean raced to the stairs, jumping the rope and hurrying up the stairs. The balcony was large and dimly lit. The seats were old. Sean would have liked to explore if he wasn’t so frantic. “Bobby, are you up here? It’s Sean. I’m here with Sam.” He heard a rustle in the far corner of the balcony. “Bobby?!” “Dad?” He saw a head rise from behind one of the seats in the far corner. “Is that you?” Waves of relief washed through him. “Yes… it’s me.” He saw Bobby stand up and he rushed to him, pulling the teenager into his arms and hugging him tightly. Bobby was shaking with fear and relief, but appeared to be unhurt otherwise. For the first time in his life, he knew why his mother had cried after he’d wandered off looking for shells while on vacation at the beach. He’d been Bobby’s age and was gone for an hour, and his mother had worried about him the entire time he was gone. She’d hugged him and cried when she saw him, then she’d grounded him for the rest of the day for not telling her where he was going. “I’m sorry, Dad.” Sean couldn’t speak, knowing if he did, he’d burst into tears just like his mother had, so he guided them to the edge of the balcony. “I’ve got him.” Sam waved back and they made their way to the stairs and back down to the lobby where Sam was waiting for them, a huge, relieved smile on his face. “He’s okay. Shaken up, but okay.” Sean finally let Bobby loose and sank into a chair in one corner of the lobby. Sam sat Bobby down, talking to him gently. “Can you tell me what happened?” Sean recognized that voice, but he’d heard that same tone under very different circumstances. Bobby fidgeted in his chair. “The movie was over, and Steve and I got up to leave when I heard someone calling me. Steve had moved ahead and I stopped and looked around. That’s when I…,” Bobby swallowed, “I saw Big Mike standing right next to me. He grabbed my wrist.” Bobby unconsciously rubbed where he’d been grabbed. “He

Bottled Up 113 told me that I was his boy, that he was going to take care of me, and that I needed to go with him.” Sean was seething; the only thing keeping his temper under control was Sam’s hand on his shoulder. “I tried to fight him, but he’s too big.” “How’d you get away?” Bobby smiled for the first time. “Kneed him in the balls. Hard. Then I snuck up in the balcony and hid.” “Let’s get you back to the store.” The small group stood, and after thanking the manager for his cooperation, left the theater. Sam walked them to Sean’s car. “Will we see you tonight?” “I’ll meet you at your place when my shift ends.” Sam’s hand traveled down Sean’s arm. “Thank you both for your help.” Bobby got in the car and waited for Sean. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you.” “We didn’t do much; you found him yourself.” Sean opened his door. “You did more than you think.” Getting in the car, he closed the door and drove back to the store, the gut-twisting worry finally starting to let go. “I’m really sorry, Dad.” “You’ve nothing to be sorry for. I’m proud of you.” Bobby’s head whipped around in surprise. “You defended yourself and hid until we could come get you. You did exactly what you should have done.” Sean laughed. “You scared us all in the process, but you did the right thing, and as long as you’re safe, the fear is a small price to pay.” Sean pulled into a parking space near the store and they headed inside. The store was still busy, but both Katie and Laura greeted Bobby with hugs of relief. “Steve’s in the back; he’s been waiting for you.” “Thanks, Katie.” Bobby went to see his friend. “Are you okay, Sean?” Both women started to fuss.

Andrew Grey 114 “I’ll be okay. I just need to wind down.” Steve and Bobby came back out front and Sean took two bottles of good Belgian Ale from the shelf and handed them to Steve. “Thank you for coming to get me right away. You were a huge help.” The big man grinned in delight as Sean put the bottles in a bag for him. Steve turned to Bobby and said, “I have to go.” Then he pulled Bobby into a bear hug. “I’m glad you’re okay and I’m glad you’re my friend.” Steve released Bobby and took the bag from Sean. “Thank you, Mr. Bielecki.” Steve waved to the girls and then left the store, looking back through the windows before getting into his car. Bobby didn’t say anything as he watched Steve go; he just looked around the store and walked into the back room. Sean started to follow him, but Katie stopped him. “Leave him alone for a while.” Reluctantly, Sean took off his coat, stowed it behind the counter, and got to work. Thankfully, Katie and Laura handled the customers, because Sean just wasn’t up to it. He kept to himself, stocking shelves, and starting the order for the next week. An hour before closing, the store quieted and Laura went back to the office to finish the books, returning a few minutes later. “Sean, you have to see this.” She led him back to the office, where Bobby was sprawled on the floor with sheets of paper filled with drawings. Laura pointed above his desk. Tacked to the wall was a drawing of him and Bobby, and on the bottom Bobby had written, “To Dad, Love Bobby.” Sean felt his eyes water and his lower lip tremble. Saying nothing, he touched Laura on the shoulder and went back to work, smiling to himself and blinking as he walked. At closing time, Katie and Sean closed the store and put out the lights. Bobby had gathered up his drawings along with his homework and put them in his backpack. Laura finished up her work and left the store with Katie, the two of them saying goodbye and hugging both him and Bobby before they left. Sean set the alarm and they left the store. “Thank you for the drawing. It’s wonderful.”

Bottled Up 115 “You’re welcome, Dad.” The night was clear and already frigid as they got into the car and headed home. Pulling up to the house, he saw Sam waiting for them. “Have you been waiting long?” “No, I just pulled up a minute ago.” They walked briskly to the house and Sean opened the door, slipped off his coat, and turned up the heat. Bobby went upstairs to put his things away and Sean found himself encircled in a strong pair of arms. “Someone needs a kiss.” His lips were taken in a hard, smoldering kiss before he could answer, those hot lips pulling the remaining anxiety right out of him. Sam deepened the kiss and Sean moaned softly, letting the strong man have his way with his mouth as he hung on for dear life. Sean heard footsteps on the stairs, but Sam kept kissing and Sean made no effort to back away. He needed this. Hell, he needed more, a lot more. He needed Sam, but that was going to have to wait. Bobby said something that he didn’t catch as he headed to the kitchen, but he thought he said something about a broom. Breaking their kiss, they headed into the kitchen to see about dinner. Sean started checking the refrigerator. “What do you need a broom for?” Bobby started laughing. “I said ‘get a room’.” Sean opened the freezer and pulled out a frozen package, plopping it on the counter. “I didn’t quite hear you, but I think you just asked for liver and onions for dinner!” Both Sam and Bobby took a step back, looks of horror on their faces. Bobby was the first to break. “I’m sorry.” Sean put the package back in the freezer. “Okay then. We’ll order pizza.” Bobby looked at Sam and realized he’d been had. “That wasn’t really liver, was it?” He tried to look in the freezer.

Andrew Grey 116 “Wanna push your luck?” Bobby took a step back and Sean burst into peals of laughter while he picked up the phone and ordered pizzas. Bobby turned on the TV and they joined him, sitting together on the couch. Soon Sean was resting against Sam, his head against his chest, arms circled around him, hands stroking his arm. The doorbell sounded, signaling the arrival of the pizzas. “Bobby, would you get drinks and napkins while I get the door?” He got up from the floor and hurried into the kitchen. Sean answered the door and paid for the pizzas, carrying them into the living room. Bobby returned. “I brought plates.” He put them down and grabbed a slice of pizza and began inhaling. Sean took a piece as well. “Slow down; you’re not going to starve.” Sean took a bite and started chewing. Sam leaned forward and kissed the sauce from his lips. Sean smiled and swallowed before returning Sam’s kiss. Sean settled back on the sofa, eating pizza, Sam’s heat warming him through. After finishing the pizza, they spent the evening in front of the television, quiet, peaceful, and together. Bobby tried to stifle a yawn but gave up. “I’m going to bed.” He got up from the floor and hugged both of them good night before climbing the stairs. When Bobby left the room, Sam shifted slightly, pulling Sean into his arms, wrapping his lover tight. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I’d really like some time alone with you. Next week, I’ve got Wednesday and Thursday off and I thought we might go away for a few days of winter fun.” Sean liked the sound of a couple days alone with Sam, but what about Bobby and the store? Sean’s mind started running through possibilities. He didn’t like the idea of Katie alone in the store all day. Sam continued, “I was thinking that it might be a good opportunity for Bobby to get to know his grandparents.” That was a good idea. Sean checked his watch and then picked up his phone, dialing his parents. “Mom, it’s Sean.” “Yes, dear, is everything all right?” “We had a bit of a scare today, but yes, everything’s fine.” Sean didn’t go into details, but told her the barest outline of what had

Bottled Up 117 happened. Even so, he could still hear the self-satisfied tone in his mother’s voice. “I was calling because I was wondering if you and Dad could come here for a few days. Someone needs to be here for Bobby and I thought you could help in the store if you wanted.” “Is that hunky police officer stealing you away for a few days?” Sean blushed involuntarily; his mother was so perceptive. It didn’t help that Sam chose that moment to start nibbling on his ear. “Yes. He’s off Wednesday and Thursday of next week and asked if we could go away together for a few days. The store’s closed on Wednesday and I’d feel better if Katie weren’t alone all day.” When Sam’s lips started sucking lightly on his neck, he had to stifle the moan that threatened to rise from his throat. He could almost hear his mother smile through the phone. “Sure, dear. We’d love to spend time with our grandson.” Just hearing her use the term made him feel warm inside. “Call us when you have all the details.” Sean put his phone on the table. “They’ll stay here with Bobby, and Mom will work in the store on Thursday, so we’re all set.” Sam got up and pulled Sean to his feet. “I think it’s someone’s bedtime.” Sam took him by the hand and led him upstairs, turning off the lights as they went. In the bedroom, Sam stripped off Sean’s clothes, his hands roaming across his skin. “You’ve had a hard day and I’m going to soothe it all away.” His naked body was gently pressed onto the bed and Sam stripped off his own clothes. “Lay on your tummy.” Sean rolled over and jumped a little as strong hands kneaded his skin and muscles and lips kissed his skin. “That’s nice.” Sean felt himself melting into the bed, tension flowing from his body as the hands and lips moved down his back. He tensed involuntarily when his butt was touched, but Sam whispered reassurance and kept touching and stroking, and he relaxed again. Something hot and wet…. “Oh my god!” The fingers parted his cheeks and what he now realized was Sam’s tongue and lips were…. “What are you doing?” The tongue did it again and his anxiety melted in a wave of pleasure.

Andrew Grey 118 “No one’s ever done this?” Sam kissed his opening and then his tongue continued its probing. “Noooo,” Sean whimpered as his entire body throbbed beneath Sam. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Then the tongue was gone and he felt Sam pat his side and he rolled over. Then the big man was on top of him, kissing him hard, their bodies sliding together. “You’re so hot, Baby.” “Sam, you’re gonna make me….” He was so close. “Yeah… come for me, Baby. Wanna see your face.” That was it. Sean pressed against Sam’s hip and his desire reached a peak he couldn’t control. “Sam….” He came in a rush, spilling onto Sam’s stomach, his mind and body swirling out of control. Somewhere through the haze, he felt Sam stiffen and he knew Sam was coming too. Then his lips were being kissed and his cheek stroked. “You’re wondrous when you come, Baby.” “Hmmmm.” Sean couldn’t form words, so he clung to Sam, holding him close, relishing his heat on his skin. Finally they started to move. Sean got up and brought a cloth, cleaning them up and returning it to the bathroom. When he got back to the bedroom, the lights were out and Sam was in bed, waiting for him. As soon as he hit the covers, he was pulled against Sam’s warmth. “Night, Baby.” The kiss was soft and sweet as Sam’s fingers stroked through his hair. “G’night, Sam.” Nestling close, he drifted off to sleep, the worries of the day receding into the background.

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THE car glided north over the freeway as they headed to wherever Sam was taking them. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Sam smiled. He obviously enjoyed keeping Sean in the dark. “Well…,” he started with exaggerated suspense, “I guess you can know, now that I’ve got you all to myself. I’ve reserved us a wonderful room at a bed-and-breakfast in Door County with a private hot tub and sauna. It’s just you and me, alone for two whole days in our own private love nest.” Sam was smiling wryly and he took one hand off the wheel, placing it on Sean’s thigh. “We’ll be on the road for a while.” “So what do you want to talk about?” Sean felt the hot hand on his thigh start to move lightly. “How do you like being a parent?” The hand moved a little further upward and Sean wished it would keep moving. “It’s surprising. I never thought I’d be one, but now that I am, it’s the greatest thing in the world. Bobby’s been with me for about a little over a month and I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it now. He’s a great young man, smart and talented, but still shy and definitely scared—but who could blame him?” “How is he doing in school?” “Remarkably well. He’s catching up and he’s making friends. The only subject he’s having trouble with is math. I’m thinking of getting

Andrew Grey 120 him a tutor to help. It’s so important for him to do well. Every time he fails at anything, or thinks he’s disappointed someone, the fear kicks in again.” “What’s he scared of? That he’ll be taken away?” “More like I’ll push him out like his mother did. I think that’s his greatest fear.” Sean leaned back in the seat, relaxing. “And what’s your greatest fear?” Sean turned his head. “Not what you’d think. My greatest fear is being alone for the rest of my life. After the abduction, I never trusted anyone enough to let them get close and it became a habit, and now… it’s all I want… with you.” Sean put his hand on top of Sam’s. “What do you fear most?” “You know, it’s funny, but I was always afraid I’d never find someone who could live with what it means to be with a cop. The uncertainty, the waiting, the not knowing if we’ll come home is too hard on most people.” Sam’s voice had started to fade and Sean could hear the fear creep in. He could only guess at what Sam was thinking. “I’ve had a number of boyfriends over the years, and while it wasn’t always the job’s fault the relationship ended, it always took its toll.” Sam’s fear was so real, so strong, that he could almost feel it in the air. “Sam, I know about fear and uncertainty. I’ve lived it and I wouldn’t have gotten through it if it weren’t for great police officers who took care of me after my escape and helped me through the statements, identification, and trial. They stood by me and helped me. So I know the good they can do.” Sean squeezed the hand that still rested on his leg. “And I’ll deal with the uncertainty about your job if it means having you in my life. That doesn’t mean I won’t worry; it just means I’ll try to talk to you about it.” “Sean, you know it’s not easy. Half the guys I work with are divorced and some of the others aren’t married.” Sam’s voice trailed off. Sean let a smile color his voice. “Are you trying to warn me off or something?” He didn’t really think so.

Bottled Up 121 “No. I’m happy to have found you, and the longer we see each other, the more you mean to me and….” Sean watched as the headlights of an oncoming car lit Sam’s face, and he saw him swallow with tension and doubt in the momentary illumination. Sean said nothing; he just scooted closer and leaned against Sam’s shoulder. He knew that neither of them could make those promises and he knew Sam did too, and he hoped that just being close was enough for now. He felt Sam’s hand squeeze his thigh and he knew that for now, it was enough. They turned off the main freeway and onto the small highway. This road required more attention, particularly after dark, so they sat together silently. Sam concentrated on navigating the unfamiliar road, while Sean enjoyed the quiet companionship he’d never had with anyone else. Half an hour later they drove down the main street of Sturgeon Bay. Sam stopped the car in front of a charming bed-andbreakfast. “We’re staying here?” Sean asked. The place was exquisitely beautiful. “Of course. Is there something wrong?” Sean touched Sam’s hand. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.” Sam parked and unloaded the luggage, carrying their bags inside, while Sean followed behind, looking around. “Sam, this must have cost a fortune.” The inside was as nice as the outside. A huge fire burned in the lobby fireplace, while massive leather chairs around a coffee table furnished the space. A towering bear of a man greeted them and took Sam through the check-in process before showing them to their room. “If you need anything just let Charles or myself know; we’ll be glad to help with anything we can.” Then he opened the door to their room and put their bags by sofa. “Have a wonderful evening. The dining room is just off the lobby. I’m Greg; please don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” Then he was gone and the door closed quietly behind him. Before he knew what happened, Sam was right next to him, pulling him into his arms, lips taking his in a hard kiss. Sean melted into the kiss, leaning against Sam’s strong, hot body. “I thought we’d unpack, get a nice dinner together, and then….” Sam’s hips slid along Sean’s, making his point as their arousals slid together.

Andrew Grey 122 “Oh, I like the sound of that.” Sean rocked his hips in time with Sam’s. “If we keep this up….” Sam slowly backed away and they carried their bags into the bedroom. The huge king-size bed commanded their attention. Sean put his bag on the luggage stand and started unpacking when a set of strong arms wrapped around him from behind and a pair of lips latched onto his neck. Sean leaned against the touch, loving the feel of those lips on his skin. A low growling sound interrupted their snuggle and Sam pulled away, smiling. “Sounds like somebody’s hungry.” Sean smiled and they finished unpacking before heading to the dining room for a leisurely dinner. It was late when they finished their meal and headed back to the room. Sean got undressed and climbed into bed, listening as Sam got cleaned up. Then he felt Sam’s warmth next to him, arms pulling him close. Sean rolled over, pressing his body to Sam’s, lips to lips, chest to chest, their legs entwining. “I’m sorry, Sam.” He felt the big man stir, and then he was on his back, a hard, hot body on top of him, lips kissing gently. “What are you sorry for? Being tired?” Sean nodded. “Holding you in my arms, feeling you next to me, is enough… more than enough.” Sam smoothed his fingers over Sean’s face. “Rest.” Sam shifted himself back on the bed, pulling Sean close. The next sound Sean heard was a gentle rapping on the door. Sam didn’t move, so Sean slowly got out of bed and slipped on a robe before opening the door. A basket sat by the door with muffins, fruit, juice, and coffee. Sean picked up the breakfast and brought it into the room, setting it on the table by the gas fireplace. Turning around, he saw a naked Sam standing in the doorway—a naked, excited Sam with dark eyes. “Come here, Sean.” Sam crooked his finger as the robe slipped from Sean’s shoulders. Then he was pressed to hard, firm skin, lips smashing into his, hands sliding down his back, cupping and kneading his butt. Then he was lifted, legs guided around Sam’s waist and carried back to the bed.

Bottled Up 123 “Going caveman on me?” The rest of his thought was kissed away as he was unceremoniously dropped on the bed, laughing as he bounced on the mattress. “Definitely going caveman.” Sam smiled as he bounded on the bed, both of them bouncing. Sean was grabbed and pulled onto Sam, the air kissed out of his lungs. “I want you, Sean, want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.” Sam knew what he was asking and he hoped it wasn’t too much for Sean. The way Sean kept kissing led him to believe it wasn’t. Sean moaned, trying not to fixate on what Sam had said. He hadn’t given himself to anyone since…. He wasn’t going to go there. This was Sam, someone he trusted, someone who’d never hurt him, someone who would do anything to give him pleasure. Sean moaned against Sam’s lips. “I’ll try.” Those two simple words seemed to affect Sam in a big way. Suddenly he could feel Sam’s hands everywhere: his chest, legs, face—everywhere. Then a finger pressed to his opening, gently circling the muscle. Sean moaned softly as Sam kept teasing his skin. “Feels so good.” Sam’s lips were right next to Sean’s. “You tell me if you want me to stop.” Sean nodded as his lips were taken again. Sam really knew how to kiss and Sean loved every second of it. “Lay back, Baby, I need to get you ready.” Sean rested his head against the pillows as Sam gently spread his legs, exposing that small tight opening. Sam leaned forward, sliding his tongue around the puckered skin, making Sean jump a little at the touch. Then the tongue swirled again, lips nibbling, sending shudders of pleasure through Sean. “What you do to me.” Sean twitched as Sam probed deep, his tongue skewering him with hot, wet, passion. “Not gonna last….” Sam pulled away and shifted his face to Sean’s. “Not yet, Baby. I want you throbbing for me.” Sam reached under his pillow where he’d hidden the supplies and removed the bottle of lube. “Make me want you so bad.” Sam pulled on Sean’s lips, nibbling on his mouth as a slicked finger slid into Sean’s body. He heard a gasp and then a sigh, followed by shallow panting and some whimpered begging. Sean knew he was acting like some sort of slut, but he didn’t care—what Sam was

Andrew Grey 124 doing felt so good. Then Sam crooked his finger and sparks of light and desire slammed into him again and again. He felt another finger push inside, and again Sam kept rubbing that magic spot. Sean thought he was coming, but he wasn’t. It was Sam, all Sam making him feel better than he ever had. The weight shifted on the bed and his legs were wrapped around Sam’s back. Then he felt the head of Sam’s thick shaft press to his opening. He watched Sam’s face as he felt himself relax and they joined together. It was too much and Sean involuntarily closed his eyes. Suddenly everything changed. The nightmarish movie that had played in his head for years started. Images of his captivity, what had been done to him, the helplessness and vulnerability, all flooded back to him. He could almost feel the bindings on his wrists, the rough fabric of the sofa against his stomach. The pleasure that had consumed him shifted to hurt and apprehension. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t happening, that he wasn’t being hurt, but it wasn’t working, and he started to curl back into himself just like he’d done after he was rescued. “Sean… Baby… open your eyes.” His eyelids seemed heavy, but he finally forced them open, and instead of his captor, he saw Sam, his Sam. “Sean, Baby.” His lips were kissed, Sam’s kiss; hands, Sam’s hands, caressed his skin, and he knew it was Sam he was feeling deep inside him. The movie stopped playing instantly and he snapped back to the present. He felt Sam start to move deep inside him, slowly, carefully, and the pleasure started to build again. Sam kissed him again, but this time was different. This time something was being whispered against his lips, something he couldn’t quite understand. “Love you…. Love you.” Each stroke came with the same incredible declaration. “Love you…. Love you….” Each time, it got a little louder, a little more pronounced, until it was all Sean could hear, and those words sent him flying. Sean climaxed in a blinding sparkle of light. “I love you too!” he said, tears streaming down his face as his body pumped ribbons of white onto his stomach, Sam filling him with his own release, calling out his love.

Bottled Up 125 Time started moving again and he gasped as he felt Sam withdraw from him, his entire body on sensory overload. “Sam, did you mean it?” A towel wiped over his stomach and then was tossed on the floor as Sam leaned close, his lips right next to Sean’s but not quite touching. “Of course I meant it. I love you, Sean.” Then those lips, so tantalizingly close, moved closer, so close he could feel their heat. “I always mean what I say.” The gap closed and he was being kissed, tongue slipping into his mouth, hands cradling his head, body hot and hard stretching against his, skin sliding together. Sean wrestled with what Sam had told him for about two seconds and then he was kissing back, stroking his lover’s back, feeling those muscles ripple beneath his hands as they slid over Sam’s hard, perfect butt. “I meant what I said too. I love you.” The intensity of the kiss ratcheted up a notch as they punctuated their mutual declarations of love with touch, and taste, and even soft, gasping sounds. “I’ll be right back.” Sam lifted himself off the bed. “Stay right there.” Then he was gone, returning a few seconds later, peeking around the door and smiling. “It’s ready.” Sean got out of bed and put on a robe, but Sam shook his head. “You won’t need that.” Sean slipped it off and walked out to the living room. The drapes had been pulled and the room was dark except for the fire flickering in the hearth. The two chairs sat next to each other, close enough to touch and feel. Sam took one of the muffins and broke a piece off, placing it against Sean’s lips, luring him into a chair. “Mmmmm, that’s good.” Sean licked Sam’s fingers as he was fed another bite of muffin, then he took his own piece, feeding it to Sam, who sucked on his finger. Sean smiled and broke off another bite of muffin. A ringing interrupted their breakfast interlude and Sean almost ignored the cell phone, but after a kiss from Sam, he answered it. “Hello.” “Sean? This is Agnes. I hope I’m not calling too early.” He looked over at Sam all naked and sexy; it was definitely too early.

Andrew Grey 126 “No, it’s fine. What can I do for you?” He heard her hesitate. This couldn’t be good news. “I got a call from an attorney this morning representing Bobby’s mother. She’d like to see him.” Sean’s gut wrenched and he looked to Sam, who’d seen the change in his posture and had already gotten up. “She’s currently in jail and will likely go to prison. Her attorney said that her only request was to see Bobby.” He felt Sam’s arms around him, petting his stomach, as a strong chest pressed to his back. “Is this a request, or is this something we have to do?” “This is a request. As far as the state is concerned, she has no rights at all. The decision is yours as to whether you’ll allow her to see him.” He wasn’t sure what he should do. “Think it over and call me by the end of the week; her sentencing is next Thursday.” “I will. Thank you.” “Good, and while I have you on the phone, I wanted to let you know that the social worker who visited your home gave a glowing report. Talk to you at the end of the week.” She disconnected and Sean closed the phone. “Agnes?” Sam’s hands kept petting, his arms holding him tight. “Yeah. Bobby’s mother wants to see him before she goes to prison.” Wasn’t that just lovely. The mother who abandoned him wanted to see him so she could do it again. “I won’t let her hurt him again. She’s done enough damage.” Sam sat back in his chair, pulling Sean onto his lap. “Sounds like you’ve made up your mind.” The anger was just getting a good hold. “No. I don’t know what to do!” He really didn’t want Bobby to have any contact with the woman who’d cast him into foster homes and eventually onto the streets. As far as he was concerned, Bobby’s hard life and troubles were all her fault. Sean shook with frustration, but Sam held him close, letting him get it out of his system. “Jesus, how would you feel?”

Bottled Up 127 “I don’t know how I’d feel.” Sam sounded too calm. “Maybe that’s the point.” He was pulled in close. “And neither do you. Why don’t you let Bobby decide if he wants to see her?” Sean’s anger melted away. “Yeah, it should be his decision.” “Good. Finish your breakfast. I have a surprise for you.” Sean poured some coffee. “And you won’t even have to get dressed.” That smirk on Sam’s face was just aching to be kissed away. “A naked surprise… the best kind.” He started eating another muffin, taking a big bite and then offering a piece to Sam. The worry receded a little as he concentrated on the luscious man in front of him. “The very best kind.” Opening his mouth for the hunk of muffin, Sam sucked on Sean’s fingers along the way. After a very naked, very feed-each-other breakfast, Sam led Sean to the master bathroom with its hot tub. As Sean watched, a quiet motor started and the water churned and bubbled. Sam stepped in, lightly tugging Sean after him, snuggling his lover right next to him. “I know you’re thinking about Bobby and how he’s going to feel.” Sam stretched out Sean’s legs, laying them on top of his, hands caressing his feet and calves. “Try to relax and let it go for now.” The hot water and Sam’s touch all combined to send him soaring once again. He was going to try and set it aside for now. Bobby would know what he wanted and what was best for him and Sean would support his decision. “Thank you, Sam.” Those hands kept caressing, touching. “For what?” For being there each time he needed him, for loving him, for understanding. “Everything.” Sam smiled and moved in close, their lips touching softly, then with increasing desire. “I love you too.”

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“DO I look okay?” The tension in the teenager’s voice made Sean’s heart hurt. He tried to put aside his own worries in favor of Bobby. Taking a page from Sam’s book, he figured if he appeared steady and calm, then Bobby would be too. “You look perfect.” He was wearing dress pants and a nice shirt. After all, what does one wear to visit one’s mother in jail? “You just need to feel comfortable.” “Thanks, Dad.” Bobby stood at the base of the stairs, looking around, definitely quite nervous. “I wish Sam were here.” “Me too, but he has to work.” Sean went into the living room and sat down, with Bobby joining him a few minutes later. “You know you don’t have to do this?” “I know, Dad, but….” Bobby’s fingers fidgeted with his hair. Sean leaned close, hand clasping his shoulder. “I’m proud of you for doing this.” Bobby’s hands dropped to his lap. “I know this will be hard for you, but I’ll be there and Agnes will be there.” Sean hugged him gently. “Remember that you call the shots. If you want to leave, we’ll leave. She may have asked to see you, but you do this for yourself, not for her.”

Bottled Up 129 “I just want to know why.” Bobby’s voice became so soft, and Sean knew this was the one and only reason Bobby had agreed to meet with her. “So do I.” Sean hugged Bobby hard, letting the young man know he was there for him. “We should go.” Bobby nodded gently and got up from his chair, putting on his coat and waiting for Sean to do the same. Together, they left the house. The drive was nearly silent, both of them lost in their thoughts. Bobby kept fidgeting, but Sean said nothing. He wanted to—he wanted to comfort him, hold him, take away the angst and worry, but he couldn’t. Sometimes he had to let Bobby work things through on his own. When he’d gotten home from his trip with Sam, he’d sat Bobby down and told him what Agnes had told him. Bobby’s first reaction was “No, absolutely not!” But over the next day or so, the young man’s conviction had wavered and finally he’d decided to see her. Sean wasn’t sure how he himself felt, but he’d promised himself with Sam as a witness that he’d abide by Bobby’s decision. To the young man’s credit, once Bobby made his decision, he stuck with it. Arriving at the jail, Sean waited while the car was inspected, and then drove through the gate and parked, following the directions to the visitor’s entrance. “We’re here to see Sonja Thompson. We made advance arrangements.” Before the officer could answer, they heard their names. “Sean, Bobby.” They turned and saw Agnes heading their way. “We should be just a few minutes.” The officer watching the door indicated where they could wait. They sat down in the plastic chairs. “I can’t go in with you, but I wanted to give you my support.” “Thank you,” said Sean. A door opened and an officer entered, walking up to Bobby. “Are you Bobby Thompson?” “Yes.” “Would you follow me please?” Sean got up as well, but the officer stopped him. “She only wants to see Bobby.”

Andrew Grey 130 Bobby sat back down and folded his arms. “Tell her I won’t see her alone.” “She can see Bobby if she wants, but only with Sean and me present.” Heads turned quickly. “Sam!” Bobby smiled and rushed over, hugging him, in uniform or not. Sean smiled as Sam winked at him. The officer shrugged and went back inside as Agnes walked to the door. “It looks like you have things well in hand.” She waved and left, the door clanking closed behind her. “I thought you had to work.” They sat back down to wait. “I did, but I worked it out with the lieutenant.” The officer reappeared and asked them to follow her. Bobby’s mother agreeing to see them on Bobby’s terms—that alone was gratifying to Sean. Bobby standing up for himself was something he wouldn’t have done a few weeks earlier, and it was good to see the young man’s confidence growing and knowing that he had a part in that. They were led down a hallway to a security station where they were screened. Sam had to check his weapons, even as a police officer, and then they continued to the visitation lounge with a Plexiglas wall and a phone on a low partition. “She’ll be led into the other side.” The officer picked up the phone. “You can use this to talk to her.” Bobby turned to Sam. “I won’t get to talk to her face to face?” “No, this is as close as you can get.” Sean put his hands on Bobby’s shoulders. “It’s okay. Talk to her. Ask her what you want to know.” Bobby looked up at Sean and nodded as a door on the other side opened and a woman in an orange jumpsuit was led in. “Is that your mom?” Bobby nodded but said nothing and made no move to pick up the phone. Finally, the woman on the other side, Sonja, picked up her phone and Bobby slowly followed suit. At first she did all the talking and Bobby listened, saying nothing. Sean couldn’t hear what she was saying and he really couldn’t read her

Bottled Up 131 expression, it was so bland. “He’s my dad and that’s Sam, Dad’s boyfriend.” That got a reaction. Her eyes widened, but then her expression turned bland again and she started saying something into the phone. “Yes, I’m gay.” Bobby started to get flustered. “No, he rescued me from the streets.” That seemed to hit a chord with her because her eyes definitely softened. “What I want to know is why you abandoned me.” Bobby’s voice held a plaintive quality that tugged at Sean’s heart, made him want to comfort him, but he couldn’t right at that moment. He did put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder just to let him know he was there. Sean watched as Bobby listened to what she had to say, then he put the phone back in the cradle and stepped back to Sean, tears running down his face. Sean could take no more and pulled him into a hug. Bobby managed to croak out, “She wants to talk to you.” Bobby let go and stood next to Sam. “Can we go now?” Sam nodded and stepped to Sean. “We’ll wait for you in the waiting area.” Sean nodded and picked up the phone, wondering what Bobby’s mother could have to say to him. Five minutes later, he walked back to the door of the waiting room, feeling dazed, a little emotionally bruised, and angry as hell, but the needed to keep himself under control until he could figure out what he was going to do. Wiping his anger off his face, he stepped into the waiting room where Bobby and Sam were talking softly. “Are you okay, Bobby?” “Yeah, Dad, I’m okay.” Sean hugged him anyway. Then they gathered their things and left the building, heading back toward the car. Sam said his goodbyes, telling them that he’d see them tonight. Sean kissed Sam softly and then watched as he climbed into a squad car, with Sean and Bobby heading to their car. “Did you get an answer to your question?” Sean asked as he started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. “She told me that she couldn’t care for me; that she couldn’t give me any kind of life, and she hoped that by letting me go, other people

Andrew Grey 132 could.” Bobby wiped away a tear. “It still doesn’t change the fact that my own mother didn’t want me.” The tears flowed freely down his cheek, the pain so close to the surface. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sean was already in traffic and couldn’t pull over, so he headed to the store as fast as he could. Thank goodness the school day was already over and Bobby could take the time he needed. “It doesn’t matter whether she wanted you or not—I want you and I choose you.” Bobby looked across the seat, blinking back the tears. “I’m not your father, but I choose to be your dad and I choose you to be my son.” “What about Sam?” “What about him?” “Does he choose me too?” That was an interesting question; one he didn’t have the answer to. “Why don’t you ask him? He’ll be at the house when he gets off work.” “Do you love him?” Bobby brushed away the last of the tears. “I do, yes, very much.” More and more each time they saw each other or talked. He was fast becoming an important part of his life, filling a void he never knew existed. Bobby ran out of questions and got quiet, and Sean was relieved Bobby hadn’t asked what his mother wanted with Sean, because he was not ready for that, and probably never would be. He pulled the car into a parking space and they walked into the store, finding both Katie and Laura overwhelmed with customers. “Thank god you’re back. We’ve been really busy and Mrs. Gold called and asked for you to call her back.” “Okay, I’ll return her call and be right out.” He headed to the back room to return the call, followed by Bobby, who had homework to do.

Bottled Up 133 He dialed Sarah’s number and she picked up right away, sounding frantic. “I’ve got forty people coming in two hours and I don’t have any wine to serve with the roast duck. Can you help me?” “Of course. Are you serving orange sauce?” “Heavens, no.” She almost sounded like he’d committed heresy. He had to keep himself from laughing. “Then send someone by and I’ll have two cases of fine Pinot Noir ready and waiting for you. No problem at all.” “Thank you.” He could hear her breathing a sigh of relief through the phone. “I knew you’d know just what to serve.” “I’ll see you soon and everything will be at the register for you.” He disconnected and headed out front. The rush of customers continued, so he relieved Laura, who kissed him and hurried home to her husband. After getting the wine ready for Sarah, he answered questions for customers and helped them with their selections. Sarah herself arrived just before six and he met her at the register. “I have your Pinot Noir right here. Do you need anything else? Champagne, or dessert wine?” “A case of champagne would be good, just in case.” Sean got what she needed and stuck his head in the office. “Could you help Mrs. Gold to her car? She’ll be ready to go in a few minutes.” “Sure, Dad,” Bobby replied. Carrying the case out front, Sean rang her up and was just finishing as Bobby emerged from the office, carrying a piece of paper. “I’ll help you to your car.” “Thank you, young man.” Bobby handed her the piece of paper. “This is for you. I did it after the last time you were here.” She looked at the drawing and squealed with delight, showing it to Sean. “Is this how I really look?” Bobby nodded and grinned, basking in her pleasure. “Thank you,” she said, her face radiant.

Andrew Grey 134 “You’re welcome.” He loaded the wine onto the hand truck and followed her to her car, putting the wine in her trunk. Sean could see her out front, talking to Bobby; she even kissed him on the cheek before getting in her car and driving away. The flow of customers began to abate and he sent Katie home with a smile and a big thank-you. At eight, he closed the store for the night and they headed home. “You made Mrs. Gold very happy.” “It was just a drawing. I wasn’t sure she’d like it.” Wasn’t sure she’d like it. Sean had seen the drawing; it was beautiful. “She certainly did. I think you made her day.” They pulled up to the house as Sam was getting out of his car. “Great timing.” “Did you eat? I brought Chinese.” They hadn’t, and Sean rewarded Sam’s thoughtfulness with a quick kiss before letting everyone in the house. Sam set out the food on the table, and Sean got plates and forks, beer, and a soda, while Bobby put his homework away. Dinner was quiet; they had all had a demanding day. After eating, Bobby disappeared upstairs, while Sean cleaned up and met Sam in the living room. “Come here, Baby. I haven’t seen you much since our trip.” He settled on the sofa, leaning next to Sam, enjoying his lover’s touch. “I know. We’ve both been so busy.” He turned to take a kiss and Sam took advantage, pulling him close, deepening the kiss right away. Someone was needy, not that he was complaining—he was too. “I know. They assigned me to a new task force a week ago, and it’s keeping me hopping.” Sean nestled in the crook of Sam’s arm, head resting. “That’s good, right? Means they appreciate the work you’ve been doing.” At least it sounded good. “It is, but it’s keeping me extra busy, and I missed you.” His lips met Sean’s again, tongue teasing its way inside. Sean moaned softly. “Missed you too.”

Bottled Up 135 They heard Bobby’s footsteps on the stairs and toned it down, still resting together, but dropping the make-out session… for now. “I finished my homework.” Sean looked at his watch. “You can watch TV for a half-hour yet, and then you should be in bed.” Bobby’s eyes rolled. “You can read if you want, but you need to be in bed.” Sean handed him the last Harry Potter book he’d gotten at the library that morning. Bobby smiled and went upstairs, carrying the book. “You let him stay up reading?” Sam’s tone almost made the words sound dirty, and Sean wiggled against Sam’s obvious arousal. “Sure. He’s not a child, but I need some quiet time. He has to be in bed by ten, but he can read if he wants to. So far he’s read six of the Harry Potter books. I’m going to give him The Lord of the Rings next, see if he likes those.” “You’re sneaky.” Sam’s hand snuck up his leg, cupping and stroking him through the fabric. “So are you.” Sean felt his fly being opened and parted, Sam’s hand stroking him to full hardness. Sean felt Sam’s hand rub him to total, absolute, mind-blowing hardness and there wasn’t a thing they could do about it. “Sam, we can’t do this now.” A thump above their heads reminded both of them that they weren’t alone. Sam’s hand moved away and Sean redid his fly, his cock fighting him the entire time. He definitely wanted to play. “I know. I just want you so bad. Hell… I haven’t seen you except in passing in a week and I need you.” Sam’s arms held him tight, close enough that he could feel Sam’s hardness press against his butt. “Want to see your legs.” Sam’s hands brushed down his thighs. “Hips.” The hands stroked along the hips in question. “Belly, chest.” As Sam said the word, the skin was caressed. “But mostly, I want this,” Sam’s hand slipped into his pants, fingers wrapping around his throbbing erection, and Sean groaned, arching into the touch, “inside me.” Sean went still and turned his head to look into Sam’s eyes. “You do?” Sean had always thought of Sam as the quintessential top—this

Andrew Grey 136 was definitely unexpected. Sam nodded and kissed the gaping fish look of his face. “You want me to…?” Sean swallowed. “Make love to me. Yes, very much.” After that first time at the B and B, they’d made love several times in a number of positions, but it was always Sam who took the dominant role. “We don’t have to tonight, but I’d like to. When you’re ready; maybe when we have more time so you don’t feel rushed.” Sean nodded, relaxing back against Sam, letting the stress of the day start to dissipate. “To change the subject for a minute,” Sean turned to look at Sam, “what did Bobby’s mom want?” Sean tensed right back up. “She asked if I was going to adopt him. I told her I was planning to, yes. Then she told me about Bobby’s parentage.” “You mean she told you who Bobby’s father is?” Sean nodded against Sam’s chest. “It’s not a happy story, huh?” “No, and she asked me to tell no one else. She only told me after exacting my word of honor I would tell no one.” He could read the skepticism in Sam’s face, but pressed on. “I don’t know why it was so important to her to keep it a secret, but it was, and I’ll honor my word until I have a compelling reason to do otherwise.” “What about Bobby? Doesn’t he deserve to know?” Sam was obviously genuinely concerned. “The question is, would he want to know this? Maybe some secrets are best kept that way.” The secret had weighed heavily on Sean the whole day. Sam sighed heavily. “I didn’t mean to sound judgmental. You have to do what you feel is right.” Those strong arms were back, making him feel like it was okay. “And I need to trust and support you.” Lips nuzzled against his neck. “I know this is hard on you and I’ve been there many times.” Sean was about to ask for details, but Bobby came bounding down the stairs and gave each of them a hug before saying good night. “I think it’s our bedtime too.”

Bottled Up 137 “Go on up; I’ll be right behind you.” Sean made sure the doors were locked and the lights off before climbing the stairs. The house was quiet, Bobby’s light out, his door slightly ajar. Sean peeked in to check on him and then got cleaned up before opening his bedroom door. He squeaked as two strong arms pulled him to a very warm, very muscular and most importantly, very naked man. Firm lips latched onto his, the kiss hard and demanding, almost bruising in its intensity. Fingers worked his belt and then his pants, opening them and pushing everything to the floor. His shirt was pulled over his head. Sean tried to work off his shoes, but every time he tried to bend, all he heard was a low, deep, feral growl and then his lips were taken again. Sam pressed him back on the bed, legs dangling, pants still around his ankles. By this point he’d completely given up, going wherever Sam was leading. His nipples were worked with tongue, teeth, and fingers until he was vibrating and moaning like the most wanton slut. He wanted to say something, but completely gave up, his brain shorting out, coherent thoughts impossible. Sam backed away and lifted his legs, pants still around his ankles, butt exposed. “Bend your knees, Baby.” Sean complied and writhed as Sam’s hands stroked down the back of his thighs and across his butt, teasing the skin of his opening before sliding around to lightly stroke his leaking shaft. “Sam….” Sean sounded whiny, pleading for something he didn’t have the words for, hoping Sam would understand. A scorching tongue brushed his opening and then hot breath fluttered over, the sensation making him jump. “I’ll take good care of you, Baby.” The tongue was back, teasing him, prodding him, opening him, making him want and whimper. “The best care of you possible.” He could just make out Sam’s outline in the dimness, but his body was keenly aware of every movement, every sensation. A finger probed him, carefully working the tight skin, spreading him so the tongue could get hotter, go deeper.

Andrew Grey 138 “Sam!” Thank god the door was closed. All he wanted to do was scream his joy at the top of his lungs as the finger sank deep into him, brushing over that spot, Sam’s spot, making his head spin. “Breathe, Baby.” Another finger joined the first and he could feel the stretch starting. “Let the pleasure take you away from everything.” Sam added a third finger, slowly working them deep and then pulling back. “Feel me, feel how much I love you, how much I want you.” Sean gasped between breaths. “Want you too.” The fingers withdrew and Sean knew what was coming next, hoped Sam was coming next. Then, there it was, the now-familiar blunt pressure as Sam pressed himself into his body, slowly entering him, slowly filling him, slowly joining them together. “Sam… so good… so hot.” Sam pressed fully into him and then stopped, holding amazingly still. “You are, Baby, so hot, so good. “Wrap your legs around me, pull me deep into you.” Sam withdrew and Sean closed his legs around him, pulling them back together. “That’s it, Baby…. So good… so sexy.” Sam drove into him, his control slipping as desire took hold of him, Sean’s body fighting each withdrawal, pulling Sam back in. “Sam….” “Let it go, Baby. Let it all go.” He did, his body contracting and heat shooting from his body, coating his skin. “Sean…. Baby…. Love….” Sam followed right behind him, words and sounds of endearment flowing out of him as he released his passion deep in his lover. Neither of them moved, the spell too good to break, the connection too important to sever. Then as he softened, Sam pulled away and carefully lowered his lover’s legs to the bed. “Love you.” “Love you too.” Sam crawled onto the bed, their lips finding each other in the dark. A cloth wiped over his skin, cleaning them up, and then hit the floor. Covers were pulled back and Sam guided him into the warmth, their bodies craving each other’s contact. “Feel better?”

Bottled Up 139 “Uh-huh.” God, did he ever, snuggling close. “Good. Concentrate on what’s important; let everything else go.” “Hmmmm. I never dreamed it could be this good.” Sean’s eyes were so heavy and Sam felt so good, that Sean drifted off without another thought, just as it should be.

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“DAD, I won! I won! I can’t believe it, but I won! I missed the bus and I’m still at school, but I won!” Sean thought Bobby was going to selfcombust right through the phone. “One thing at a time. You missed the bus and can’t get here?” “Sorry, Dad. I was so excited that I missed the bus. I’d walk home, but there’s no one to walk with me.” Not that Sean thought Bobby was too young to walk home, but the police still hadn’t caught Bobby’s attacker and he wasn’t taking any chances. “Oh, Mr. Friedman wants to talk to you.” The phone shifted and he heard a strange voice. “Mr. Thompson, I’m Lonnie Friedman, Bobby’s art teacher.” “Sean Bielecki, Bobby’s guardian.” “I need to speak to you about the contest Bobby won and I could give him a ride; I understand that he’s had trouble with a stalker.” Sean agreed and gave Bobby’s art teacher directions to the store. “We’ll be there shortly.” Sean hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, wondering what was happening now. Katie was at the register finishing up with a customer. “Good news? You’re smiling bright enough to blind me.”

Bottled Up 141 “Bobby won some sort of contest and he was so excited I couldn’t get any details out of him. His art teacher is giving him a ride to the store.” She bobbed her head. “Have you noticed how he takes joy in every good thing that happens to him? It’s like he won’t take them for granted, because they could be gone.” “Yeah, he does. That’s part of what worries me; he keeps expecting to be told to leave, that he’s not wanted anymore.” Damn his mother all to hell! Katie jumped as Sean thumped the counter with his fist. Bobby bounded into the store followed by a man about Sean’s age who he assumed was Bobby’s art teacher. Sean greeted them and shook hands. Then Bobby hugged him tightly. “I won, Dad, I won!” Sean laughed, his anger gone, looking over his shoulder for enlightenment. “Why don’t you settle down and tell me what you won?” “There was a contest to design an artwork for the new airport wing.” Sean looked at Lonnie, hoping for an explanation. “The city put out an open call for artworks for the airport expansion and I assigned each student to design a submission. The school then submitted them to the committee. They were looking for three large pieces for the new concourse and Bobby’s submission was selected.” “What did you submit?” Bobby reached into his backpack and handed Sean a folded photocopy. “Mr. Friedman made this for me before I submitted it. The original was in color.” Sean looked at the black-and-white copy of Bobby’s drawing and was floored: the drawing was an incredibly poignant representation of Bobby’s life, and the symbolism was evident even to Sean’s neophyte eyes. “I’m going to call Sam!”

Andrew Grey 142 Sean nodded, no longer hearing him as he stared at the drawing, scarcely able to believe his eyes. “What does he need to do now?” It was like the drawing was speaking to him. Bobby’s teacher watched Sean’s reaction. “It’s pretty powerful, isn’t it?” Sean blinked in agreement, unable to speak at that moment. “If he accepts the commission, he’ll need to produce a full-sized work in the next six months.” Sean was finding it difficult to concentrate. “Will they pay him?” Bobby bounded out of the office. “Sam said he’d be right over.” He looked like he was going to jump out of his skin. “I called Mark and he’s on his way over too.” Lonnie smiled. “To answer your question, yes they’ll pay him. Each commission pays twenty-five thousand dollars.” Sean almost choked as he swallowed hard. “You’re kidding.” “No.” Lonnie smiled. “I have to get home. Talk it over with him and let me know. I’ll put you in touch with the committee and help any way I can.” He checked his watch. “My wife is going to kill me.” After shaking hands, he turned and left the store, still smiling as he hurried to his car. Sean tried to go back to work. “Sean, what’s Bobby’s good news?” He knew that voice, and so did his body as it reacted with gusto to the deep timbre his lover used when it was just the two of them. Sean straightened up and turned around. “Are you on duty?” “Just got off.” Sean took that as an invitation, kissing the stilluniformed Sam more chastely than he’d have liked, but they were in the store after all. “That comes later.” Desire colored his voice as he took another kiss and he felt his in-control lover shudder slightly. Oh, he wanted some of that. They hadn’t seen each other as much as they’d both have liked over the past few weeks, but they’d made time, even it was just lunch in the office of the store. The task force Sam was on was taking a

Bottled Up 143 lot of his time and the store had been busy, but Sam was done and it was a Friday. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” Sam leaned close. “I’m off until Monday.” Sean shivered at the seductive tone in Sam’s voice. The door opened and his name was called. Then he heard Bobby running through the store. “Mark, can you believe it?” Bobby threw himself into Mark’s arms as the two artists celebrated Bobby’s unexpected success. Mark returned the hug, smiling and laughing along with Bobby as Sean, Sam, and Tyler looked on. “On the phone you said you won, but what is it you won?” Bobby let go and stepped back, still smiling. “They want one of my drawings for the airport.” It suddenly became obvious that no one had fully explained to Bobby what he’d won. Mark’s eyes got wide and he turned to Sean in disbelief. “He… he… no way…. Sean, is he telling me he got one of the art commissions for the airport expansion?” Sean grinned. “That’s exactly what he’s telling you. The commission picked Bobby’s submission for one of the three large art pieces that will hang in the new airport concourse.” Mark lifted Bobby off the floor, swinging him around. “Holy shit!” “I told you I won.” Bobby’s excitement couldn’t be contained as he danced around the store. Sam put his arms around Sean’s waist. “This sounds like a real celebration.” “It certainly is!” Sean wasn’t sure what to do, but Sam came to the rescue. “We’ll celebrate at my house at eight.” Sean mouthed a thank-you to Sam’s generous offer. Sean separated from the group and wandered

Andrew Grey 144 through the store to help customers, stopping briefly at the register to speak to Katie. “Can you make it?” Before she could answer, Bobby was there. “Yeah, can you come?” Sean could tell from her expression that she was about to say she couldn’t. “I’ll call Stan.” Bobby hugged her and rushed to the back room. “I’m gonna call Grandma and Grandpa.” “He’s so excited,” said Katie. “He is. Go call Stan, but Bobby will understand if you can’t make it.” Suddenly she was hugging him, Bobby’s excitement contagious. “I know.” She let him go. “I’ll call Stan.” Then she shooed him away so she could take care of business and he got back to work. The rest of the gang had said goodbye and left to make party preparations. Bobby informed him that Grandma and Grandpa were coming as well and Grandma had asked him to go home with them to spend the weekend. “Can I go?” “Of course.” Sam slid an arm around his waist. “I’ll take him to your place so he can pack and we’ll meet you at my house when the store closes.” Sam leaned in for a kiss. “Love you.” “Love you too.” Bobby got his stuff and then everyone was gone and the store was suddenly very quiet and still. Katie handled the bulk of the customers while Sean filled shelves, making sure the store was well stocked for the weekend. During a break, Katie called Stan and informed him that they’d love to come. Sean called Bill, his business partner and friend, letting him know about the impromptu celebration, only to be informed that Bobby had already told Uncle Bill. As he stocked shelves, he was struck by how utterly happy he was with his

Bottled Up 145 life. Bobby was amazing, Sam was incredible, and the store was doing great. He forced himself to stop there and not finish the thought. After sending Katie home early and closing the store, Sean grabbed a case of wine and champagne before heading to Sam’s, anticipating the party and so much more. Pulling up in front of Sam’s house, it definitely looked like a party. The street was parked up and he’d driven past the house before he realized a spot had been saved in the driveway. Turning around, he pulled in and parked, grabbing the box from the backseat. The front door opened and he saw Sam come out of the house, walking to the car. “Need any help?” “I’ve got it. Thanks.” Sam took the box anyway. “You changed clothes.” “Well… yeah.” Sean slinked to that tall body. “I liked the uniform. Or more precisely, how you fill out the uniform.” Sam smirked. “Perv.” “You complaining?” They were smiling, the gentle teasing comfortable. “No way. I like it. I’ll have to see what I can do to satisfy your perversion… maybe see what other ones you’ve got.” Sam kissed him and then headed toward the house, Sean following behind, eyes glued to that butt in those tight jeans. Damn…. How was he going to last until the party was over? The house was alive with friends all celebrating Bobby’s good fortune. Sean found Bobby in Sam’s living room talking earnestly with Mark while Tyler listened in, his arm around his lover’s waist. Katie had arrived a few minutes before Sean and he was pleased to see Stan sticking to her like glue, the man just beaming at her whenever their eyes met. Stan smiled at him and Sean winked and moved to the kitchen, where he found Bill and Tom as well as his parents helping Sam with the food. After knowing Bill for years, he still found it

Andrew Grey 146 difficult to believe that both he and Tom were in their mid-forties— they both looked so young. Maybe it was the love that kept them young, but whatever it was, if they could bottle it they’d make a fortune. Sean saw his parents carrying food into the dining room. An arm slipped around his neck. “Hey, Sean, Sam was just saying that Bobby’s going to his grandparents’ for the weekend. Tom and I are going dancing tomorrow. You two want to join us?” “Did someone mention dancing?” Tyler stepped into the kitchen. “Yeah, Tom and I are going dancing and I was inviting Sam and Sean. You and Mark want to go too? We can go to Snugs or we can go to the Leather Ball.” Bill’s eyes sparkled; it was obvious to him the one Bill preferred. Sean looked at Sam. “Whatever you want, Baby.” Sam raised his glass, sipping his champagne, a knowing look on his face. Sean turned to Bill, mischief in his eyes. “We’re in for the Leather Ball.” Sam snorted, spraying champagne all over the kitchen floor. Tyler piped up. “We’re in too. Sounds like fun.” Sam dropped a towel on the floor as Sean refilled his bubbly, and the friends raised and clinked their glasses. An arm wound around Sean’s waist and he was guided into the living room, where Bobby was talking to Sean’s dad and Stan about trains. “Are you sure about tomorrow night?” Genuine concern was in Sam’s voice. “Yeah, you’ll be with me. I’m always safe with you around. Besides, it should be fun and I can broaden my horizons, see what my perv threshold is.” “I’ve created a monster.”

Bottled Up 147 “Nah, just released one.” He turned, looking into Sam’s eyes. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay.” Sean put down his drink, thinking he’d made Sam unhappy. “I’ll tell Bill.” Those arms tightened around him. “It’ll be fun; I just wanted you to be sure.” “Oh, okay.” He leaned a little against Sam. “I’ll need something to wear.” “I’ve got you covered, Baby. Don’t you worry.” Sam was using his bedroom voice, and suddenly that was exactly where he wanted to be. “Oh, really?” Sean wiggled his butt against Sam’s crotch. “We’ll talk more later; we’ve got guests.” He wiggled his butt again and then pulled away, clinking his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Could everyone gather in the living room?” People moved through the house, gathering as requested. “Has everyone got a glass?” Sean handed Bobby a glass with a few sips of champagne and positioned himself behind him. “Let’s raise our glasses to Bobby, a talented artist and a terrific son! I love you.” Glasses were raised, clinked, and a chorus of “Here, here!” reverberated through the room. The party continued for a while. Sean’s parents, along with Bobby, were the first to leave. “Dad, I forgot to tell you. I think I saw him today, outside the school. He looked different, but I’m sure it was Big Mike.” “Can you draw a picture of how he looks now?” Bobby nodded. “Then please do, and you can give it to Sam on Sunday.” He was getting very concerned that this Big Mike hadn’t been apprehended yet, but he didn’t want to get Bobby upset. He and Bobby gave each other a tight hug. “Have fun this weekend.” “I will.” They waved as they left. The party continued for another hour or so and then started to break up. Katie and Stan said good night, followed by Mark and Tyler. Bill and Tom helped clean up and then they too said their good-nights

Andrew Grey 148 and left, reminding their hosts that they’d meet at their house and go to the ball from there. Sam closed the front door, the last guests gone and the house quiet. “I never would have expected you to want to go to the Leather Ball.” Sean started laughing. “No kidding? I think I got that from the champagne spit-take.” He stepped to Sam, putting his arms around his waist, resting his head against his chest. “Sometimes I don’t understand you.” His fingers threaded through Sean’s hair. “Maybe that’s why I love you so much: you always keep me on my toes.” Sean sighed into Sam’s shirt. “Bobby said he thought he saw Big Mike outside his school. He said he looked different, but he was sure it was him.” Sean felt Sam tense. “He’s going to draw how he looks now for you.” Sam lifted Sean’s chin and his arms raised, hands clasping behind Sam’s neck. “I don’t want to talk about Bobby, or Big Mike, or anyone else. It’s time for me to concentrate on you and only you for a while.” His eyes met Sean’s and he backed them up, pressing Sean against the wall. Legs locked around Sam’s waist and his hands caressed down jeans-covered thighs to the tightly encased butt. “I need you, Sean.” He backed him away from the wall and headed for the stairs, kissing the entire time. “I need you too. I’ve missed you, missed this.” They reached the top of the stairs and Sam walked them to the bedroom, setting Sean on the bed and starting to remove his clothes. “Need your skin, need to feel you.” Sean’s shirt was opened and Sam went right for a nipple, licking and nibbling the bud to a hard point. The taste of Sean’s skin inflamed his desire. “Sean, get your clothes off, please.” Sean forced his fingers to move, taking off his shirt and opening his pants. Sam pulled them off his legs and pulled off his T-shirt before shoving his own pants down his legs and stepping out of them.

Bottled Up 149 Sam’s erection pointed at Sean, and Sean reached out, stroking the hard, silky shaft. Sam moaned and swore softly as Sean knelt in front of him, swirling his tongue around the head. “Sean….” He ran his tongue down the shaft, coating the weighty balls with wetness. “This what you want?” Sam moaned something incoherent. “Tell me what you want.” Sean pulled away and waited. “What happened to the shy man I met?” “You unleashed the tiger inside him. Now tell me what you want.” Sean waited. “Suck me, please, Sean. Suck me.” Opening his mouth, he took Sam inside, working him with his lips and tongue. “Sean….” Sam’s fingers threaded through his hair as he started to move. “You feel so good… so hot.” Sam was moving now, sliding in and out between Sean’s lips. “Is this okay?” “God, yes.” Sean sucked hard, pulling Sam into his mouth. Sam was moaning softly, breathing hard, as his orgasm built deep within him. His moans increased and Sean knew he was close. Sucking hard, he pulled him as deep as he could. Sam whimpered and Sean felt and tasted Sam’s release on his tongue. He took it all, swallowing hard. Sam’s legs began to shake as Sean pulled away, and the big man collapsed on the bed. “Sean, you’re amazing.” Sam tried to catch his breath. “You told me to tell you what I want.” He sat up, bringing their lips together. “I want you inside me.” Sean stilled, his nerves taking over. “I’ve never done that. What if I’m not any good?” He was truly nervous. “Baby, you’ll be great. As long as you’re showing love, you can’t go wrong.” Sam brought their lips together in a hard kiss to punctuate his statement. “I’d like to try, but you have to promise to tell me if I hurt you.” Sam nodded and leaned back on the bed. “How do you want me?”

Andrew Grey 150 Sean considered carefully. “Hands and knees to start with, I think.” Sam complied, turning over and kneeling on the bed, butt in the air. Sean stroked the skin of his thighs and the firm round cheeks. “So hot.” He licked the small of his back, slowly moving lower and down his crease. “How does that feel?” “Nice. Real nice, Baby.” “How about this?” Sean licked down his crease, swirling his tongue around the puckered skin. Sam moaned his answer. Sean was surprised at the feel and muskiness, and he did it again, swirling his tongue and nibbling the skin. He knew what this felt like, and wasn’t surprised when Sam started moaning loudly and pressing his butt into his face. “God, Baby, don’t stop, please.” Sean had no intention of stopping and demonstrated as much by swirling his tongue in Sam’s opening, spreading the cheeks, and thrusting deeply. “Sean….” The whimpers turned to cries of passion—deep, throaty cries that egged him on. He continued rimming deeply while stroking Sam’s reawakened, throbbing cock. A lubed finger joined his tongue and he slowly penetrated Sam for the first time, the tight channel gripping his digit. “You’re so tight, so hot and smooth. You’re like silk.” “Curl your finger a little.” Sean did as Sam asked and felt a small firm spot and rubbed it. Sam whimpered as shudders rippled through his body. “Sean… do that again.” Sean smiled. “I call that my Sam button, ’cause you push it so well.” He repeated the motion, sending his lover into orbit. “Fuuuccckkk!” “That’s coming.” He added a second finger, stroking gently, letting the muscles stretch, and listening to Sam’s moans and whimpers. As Sean added a third finger, Sam was waving his rear end like a flag, greedily wanting more. Sean patted his cheeks as he withdrew his fingers. “Roll over. I really want to see you.”

Bottled Up 151 “Yeah… I want to see you too.” He rolled over and rested on his back. Sean lifted his legs and leaned forward, kissing his lover hard as the passion built to levels he had only ever experienced with Sam. Positioning himself, he eased into Sam, parting the guardian muscle and entering a slick heat he’d never imagined existed. “You’re scorching hot. Do I feel like this too?” Sam thrust against Sean, pushing him deeper. “Yes!” He wasn’t sure whether Sam was reacting to the question or the movement. “You’re the hottest I’ve ever had.” Sam pushed again, driving Sean deep within his body. The heat of Sam’s body whooshed the air from his lungs and he forgot to breathe for a second. Taking a huge breath, he started moving, pumping his hips slowly, relishing the feel of Sam’s body around him. “Love you, Sam.” Sean leaned forward, kissing his lover hard. He could hardly believe the hot cop he was in love with was giving himself to him this way. Sam’s hands pulled Sean’s face to his, their kisses becoming sloppy as their need and passion built. “I love you, Baby, with everything I am.” Sean started pumping faster, driving into his lover the way Sam had into him, giving him everything he had. Sam’s head rocked back and forth. “Stroke yourself. I want to feel you come on my cock.” Sam started pulling hard and fast, his whimpers becoming more and more intense, until he cried out, erupting in ribbons on his stomach. The clenching and pressure sent Sean flying as he climaxed, pumping deep, and crying out his love in no uncertain terms as he filled his lover with heat. Sean fell forward, clinging to Sam as he felt his lover’s arms around him. “I’ve got you, Baby. Just breathe.” He slipped from Sam’s body, whimpering involuntarily. “That was… to say incredible is an understatement.” Sean kissed his lover, expressing his gratitude the only way he knew how. “You were pretty remarkable too.” Sean made his legs work, stumbling to the bathroom and returning with a cloth. After a quick

Andrew Grey 152 cleanup, they crawled into bed. He was hugged and pulled close, their body heat warming them both as he settled next to his lover. “You said you had me covered for tomorrow night?” Sam nuzzled his neck gently. “Uh-huh,” he said, lips sliding across his skin. “And you call me pervy.” Sam kissed and tasted the base of his lover’s neck and shoulder. “You are pervy, and I never said I wasn’t. Besides, the leather was a while ago… seems like a different life.” Sean hummed his agreement, rolling over to look in his lover’s eyes. “What we do in bed, pervy or not, as long as love and pleasure are involved, is perfectly acceptable.” “Even the uniform?” Sean had to get that in. He’d been having fantasies for weeks that involved Sam and his police uniform. “Yes… even the uniform.” Sean giggled softly. “And tomorrow I’ll be your leather boy.” He heard Sam chuckle deeply and he knew he’d hit on one of Sam’s fantasies. This could be fun. The conversation faded away. Their kisses became languid and warm, expressing love and caring. Then they ebbed away, their bodies slipping into a sleep only spent passion can bring.

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“YOU want me to wear this?” Sean was holding up a leather jockstrap, thinking of the chafing. This was not the type of thing he had in mind. Maybe a pair of leather pants, stuff like that. “I’ll freeze with my ass hanging out all night.” “But it’s a great ass.” Sam’s hand slid across the butt in question. “That may be.” Sam said he had a great ass; that tickled him down deep. “But you’re the only one who gets to see it.” Sam smiled big; he liked that. “Okay.” He took back the jock and handed Sean a pair of shorts. “These might fit you.” He really didn’t have a lot in Sean’s size. “Where did you get these anyway?” Sean held up the shorts. It was an improvement—at least his ass would be covered. “I had a boyfriend a few years ago who was into leather. We weren’t together long, but he insisted on going out every weekend. I bought these for him as a surprise, but we broke up before I could give them to him. They may be a little small.” Sean slipped off the robe he was wearing and stepped into the pants. They were tight and he was just able to fasten them. “Jesus!” Sam rubbed his lover’s crotch gently. “Those are hot on you.” “Yeah?” He turned around, looking at his butt in the mirror.

Andrew Grey 154 “Uh-huh.” Sam went into the bathroom and Sean heard the shower running. Stepping back into the bedroom, Sam said, “Slip those off and come into the bathroom. We need to finish getting you ready.” Sean opened the shorts and slid them off his legs, then walked into the bathroom. The room was steamy and Sam turned off the shower. “I want to clip your legs so they look smooth.” Sean shrugged and stood on the towel Sam had set on the floor. “Stand with your legs apart.” The initial sharp clack and buzz from the clippers startled him a little, and then they touched him, slowly moving against his calves, quads, and inner thighs. Sean’s legs were shaking after Sam had finished the first leg, and he was as hard as a rock. By the time the second leg was done, he was vibrating with excitement. “Just one more thing.” The clippers started again, sliding over the skin above his cock. Then the bathroom was quiet again until Sam started the shower. “Step in and wash yourself good.” Sean stepped under the water with Sam right behind him. The water felt good, but Sam’s lips on his felt better, and the hand slinking down the small of his back felt even better still. “You look amazing.” Their shafts rubbed together as they held each other. “You feel amazing.” Sean let his hands roam and then sank to his knees, but Sam stopped him, pulling him back to his feet, “Not yet; let it build.” Instead they took turns washing each other, soapy hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies. Then Sam turned off the water and grabbed the towels. They dried themselves and started getting dressed. Sean pulled on the shorts and a black A-shirt, along with short, black boots. Sam looked stunning in leather jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and studded arm bands above his biceps. “Wow! Sam, you look so hot!” Sean was still excited from the shower, but seeing Sam this way was almost too much. “Thanks.” Sean was captured in strong arms. “You look pretty hot yourself.” His hands caressed the leather-encased butt. “You should probably slip on a pair of pants until we get there; otherwise you’ll be cold.” Sean nodded and took another kiss before putting on a pair of loose-fitting jeans.

Bottled Up 155 The ride to Tom and Bill’s was pleasant, the car warm on the cold, early spring evening. Mid-March could sometimes be pleasant, but usually the nights were still cold. As they pulled up, they were met by the rest of their group, and they followed Bill as he led the way. They pulled up to the LGBT Community Center, the front of the building decorated in black and white with blue flags flying in the night air. Sam parked the car while Sean slipped out of his pants and put his boots back on. Sam hustled him inside quickly; Sean was eternally grateful. “Wow. Look at you,” Bill commented, as Sean took off his coat. Sam put his arm around his lover’s shoulder. “You two make quite a pair.” Sean watched as Tom and Bill took off their coats. They looked impressive. Tom was dressed to the leather nines: chaps, harness, arm bands, and matching studded collar, with silver bars through his nipples. Bill was dressed much more simply, in leather pants and vest. Tyler and Mark were wearing unadorned leather pants and black Tshirts. “Shall we go in?” Tom led the way and handed the huge doorman an invitation, saying something to him that earned a huge smile, and they were all waved through. Sean could hardly believe his eyes. From the look of this room, every cow in Wisconsin should be worried. There were hundreds of men, all dressed—or undressed, as the case may be—in every leather accessory known to man. Half the men in the room had their butts sticking out, with the other half watching, Sean included. “I never dreamed.” Sam took Sean’s hand. “Come on, Baby; let’s dance.” Sean was led to the dance floor, the music primal, the beat weaving its way into his body. Sam started to move and Sean let his body take over, gyrating to the music and the sexual energy of all the other men. Sam pulled him into a kiss, keeping him near as he moved, because Sean was getting lost in the music. He’d forgotten how much he liked to dance. As the song stopped, Sean looked around and saw Sam and a number of other men staring at him.

Andrew Grey 156 Suddenly he felt very shy and insecure. “Sam?” Arms tightened around him, holding him tight. “People are staring.” Sam laughed. “Of course they were staring; you were sex personified there for a while. You’ve got half the men in the room in heat right now, including me. You just enjoy yourself; I’m looking out for you.” The music started and Sean began dancing again, but this time, he made sure to keep his eyes on Sam as they moved and swayed together. During the song, Sam grabbed the hem of Sean’s shirt and pulled it over his head, tucking it into his waistband and pulling their bodies together, kissing Sean hard right there on the dance floor. Sean arched his back and he felt Sam’s lips latch onto a nipple, sucking hard. “He looks great, but he’s a dud in the sack.” Sean turned and saw Ted staring at him, talking to a couple guys near him. Sean blushed and tried to cover himself, wishing he could melt into the floor. Strong arms held him and he heard Sam’s voice, steady and just loudly enough to carry above the music. “With me he’s been hot as hell. Must have been you!” Sean turned and saw Ted turn bright red as the guys near him slunk back into the crowd, leaving Ted alone, embarrassed, and the object of titters that spread through the room. Ted sputtered and then his eyes went dark, and he leaned forward. “No one leaves me and gets away with it.” Then he turned and walked through the dancers. “It’s okay, Baby; he’s leaving.” Sam kissed Sean’s lips. “Dance with me.” “I don’t really feel like it now.” The joy seemed to have been sucked away. He pulled his shirt from Sam’s belt and slipped it back on. “Can we find the other guys?” “Sure.” Sam threaded them through the throng of dancers to where they could see Tom and Bill talking to a group of guys. “Sam, look near the door. Why does the guy Ted’s talking to look familiar?” Sam glanced over and shrugged, shaking his head before continuing through the crowd. Sean kept looking as they moved, convinced he knew the man from somewhere.

Bottled Up 157 They approached Tom and Bill. A tall man they were talking with smiled at Sam. “Your boy there caused quite a sensation.” Tom started laughing and couldn’t seem to stop. “Sam and Sean, this is Hank. Hank,” Tom’s eyes sparkled in amusement, “meet Officer Sam Davis and Sean Bielecki. Sean owns Sommelier Wines.” Hank’s expression changed and he definitely seemed confused. “Looks can be deceiving, Hank.” That got a nod of understanding. Sean spoke up. “Do any of you know the guy near the door? The one talking with Ted Perelli? He looks familiar but I can’t place….” Sean’s voice trailed off. “Sam, look at him again. Imagine him without the mustache, longer hair.” Sam stiffened. “That’s the guy who attacked Bobby.” Sam was on the move instantly, weaving through the room, pressing people aside, reaching for his phone. The guy saw Sam approaching and immediately left. Sean watched as he followed him outside. “What can we do to help?” Tom inquired as soon as Sam started moving. Sean shook his head. “We need to let Sam handle it.” Even as he said it, his nerves kicked in. “Who’s Bobby?” Sean heard Hank, but was very distracted, watching the door, waiting for Sam to reappear. So Tom answered for him. “He’s Sean’s foster son. Sean rescued him from an attacker about two months ago and gave him a home. He’s one hell of a kid.” Sam appeared in the doorway and Sean watched as he made his way through the throng. “Did you find him?” Sam shook his head. “No, and without backup I wasn’t about to go looking for him. I called Johnson with a description and he’s going to have the neighborhood patrolled.” Sean wound an arm around Sam’s waist, needing to touch his lover. “What I want to know is why he and Ted were so chummy.”

Andrew Grey 158 “So you really are a cop?” “Yeah….” Sam looked really confused. Hank smiled and stepped back. “Sorry, man. I’ve spent so many years in the leather scene, I sometimes think everything is part of the game.” Sean leaned close. “Nope. He’s the real thing and all mine.” Sean looked around and it looked like Ted had left. “Wanna dance some more?” “God yes!” Sean led Sam to the dance floor and they started to dance, Sean moving his lithe body while Sam looked on, dancing a little and keeping the gawkers at bay. Sean danced for what seemed like hours. His shirt had been hooked in Sam’s belt and he’d danced until he was covered in sweat. Men had tried to cut in, but Sam held them all at bay, occasionally growling when someone was too forward, and at one point flashing his badge to get one guy to back off. “Sean, Sam.” Sean stopped moving and turned toward Tom’s voice. “You’re needed up front.” Tom, Bill, Mark, and Tyler cleared a path through the crowded dance floor as the two followed behind, wondering what was going on. Once they got to the stage area, Mark and Tyler moved off to the side while Bill and Tom led them onto the stage. Sean saw a huge man standing on the stage. “Gentlemen.” The music stopped and all eyes turned to the stage. “Welcome to the Fourth Annual Leather Ball.” The assemblage clapped and hooted; a few whistled. Sean felt exposed because he hadn’t had a chance to put on his shirt. “As is traditional, the judges have been circulating all evening, and have selected Sam and Sean as our Leather Man and Boy!” The crowd applauded vigorously as medals on black ribbon were placed around their necks. “Also, as is traditional, the next dance, a waltz, is theirs.” The crowd parted as Sam led him to the dance floor. The music started and Sam pulled Sean to him, and they started to dance with Sam propelling him around the floor.

Bottled Up 159 “Sam, I can waltz—my mother taught me—, but I’m used to leading.” “I’m the daddy; I lead.” Sean sighed and went with it as other couples joined them. Soon the floor filled with men in leather, waltzing together to Strauss’s “Tales from the Vienna Woods”. If dancing to the techno music was like having sex on the dance floor, then this was like making love. When the song ended, Sam looked at the master of ceremonies and signaled for another. Sam pulled Sean close, his hands caressing down his back, fingers slipping beneath the waist of his shorts. “Glad you came?” Their medals clinked together as they kissed. “Yeah, I’m having a good time. Not that I intend to be your leather boy full time, but this was fun.” Sam laughed softly. “You mean you won’t spend all your time wearing those shorts?” Sam kept them moving around the floor, swaying their bodies to the flowing music. “Only for you. All you need to do is ask.” The song ended and the throbbing dance music started again. The entire room pulsed with the beat. Sean started moving against Sam’s body, letting the beat flow through him and straight into Sam as he vibrated against him. Sam’s hands slipped further into his shorts, wedging themselves between his skin and the tight leather. “Are you about ready to go? I’m ready to have you all to myself for a while.” Sam handed Sean his shirt and he slipped it back on. Tom and Bill were easy to find, talking to friends near the stage area, with Mark and Tyler nearby. They looked like they were making out pretty heavily. “Ready to go?” Bill smirked as he looked at the other couple. “I think they are.” Tyler pulled away from Mark, looking sheepish, and they joined the group. “Yeah, I want to get Sean home.” A large man speaking with Tom raked his eyes over Sean. “If he was going home with me, I’d leave too.” The boy next to him nudged his side and the big man pulled him close. “I was only kidding, Henry.”

Andrew Grey 160 Tom and Bill finished saying their goodbyes and they left a few minutes later, with Sam pulling the car around so Sean wouldn’t get too cold. Sean said goodbye to their friends and got in the car for the quick ride to Sam’s. “This was a fun evening.” “It was, wasn’t it?” Sean looked at the clock and yawned; it was after one. “God, I have to open the store in the morning.” Thank god not ’til eleven. “You mean we have to open the store. I thought I’d go with you.” Sam turned into the neighborhood. “That’s not necessary.” “You don’t want me to go with you?’ Sam seemed hurt. “I’d love to spend the day with you, but it’s your day off and you get so few of them.” Sam pulled up to his house and shut off the engine. “That’s why I want to spend it with you.” Sean leaned into the touch. “Let’s go inside; I want in those shorts.” He teased his fingers over Sean’s legs before opening his door and getting out. Sam hurried up the walk and opened the front door with Sean right behind him. The door closed behind them and Sean was pressed against the wall, lips taking his, hard and insistent. He moaned softly into the touch, trying to climb Sam’s body. Anything for more. “Let’s go upstairs,” Sean managed to gasp between kisses, and Sam stepped back, but didn’t make any move to go upstairs. “Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “No!” Sam softened his tone. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, but there is something I need to tell you.” Sam seemed so serious and Sean was confused. “Now?” “I don’t want to, but I think I have to.” Sam turned on a light and led Sean into the living room, sitting down on one end of the leather sofa. Sean sat on the other end, turning to look at him, and waited,

Bottled Up 161 definitely wondering what was going on. “I told you that I was assigned to a special task force, but I never told you the kind of task force it was.” Sean waited for Sam to continue. “We’re investigating organized crime in this area, specifically the Perellis. The good thing is that Ted doesn’t know me, but tonight I saw him talking with the guy you identified as Bobby’s attacker and I’m wondering about their connection.” “But what’s this have to do with me?” “Sean, you dated Ted for six months and we’ve had to investigate you.” Sean shuddered. He had been investigated; the police were prying into his life. Sam scooted closer. “You came up clean. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. In fact, I shouldn’t be telling you now. I just couldn’t hide things from you.” Sean kept his voice level. “Ted and I dated, but I never met his family. We mostly went to the movies and had dinner together.” “You and Ted did other things too.” Was he jealous? Sam’s face was hard. He was, and the thought made Sean pleased. “Yes, but it was nothing like making love with you.” Sam seemed to relax. “The only extraordinary thing we did was take a trip to the Caribbean for a few days.” “Where’d you go?” The curt tone was back. “He took me to Grand Cayman for three days once. I spent most of the time in the hotel while he met with friends in the bar. It was the worst trip I’ve been on. I was never so glad to get home in my life.” Sean scooted right next to Sam, practically climbing on his lap. “You have nothing to be jealous about. I love you, not him.” It looked like Sam was going to ask something else, but he must have changed his mind because he leaned to Sean and kissed him, hard, possessively. He didn’t say it, but the kiss did: “mine!” Sean read his message as clearly as if he’d shouted it and he signaled back, pushing Sam back against the cushions, pummeling his lips, the two of them vying for dominance, each sending the other the same message.

Andrew Grey 162 Sam fell back against the arm as Sean climbed his body, his hands everywhere. “I was worried you’d be angry with me.” Sean pulled on his T-shirt, lifting it to his arms, lips latching onto a nipple, sucking hard. “Why? Because you didn’t tell me about the investigation?” Sam sucked breath between his teeth as Sean erotically tortured his chest. “Uh-huh.” He could barely think. Sean backed away, but not much. Sam could still feel his breath on his skin.“Could you have told me?” He looked up at Sam, his tongue sliding over the nipple and then circling the bud with the tip. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you now, but I’m concerned about your safety.” Sean could feel Sam’s leg starting to shake. Sean ran a hand down Sam’s stomach, fingers sliding beneath the band on his pants, stopping just above his cock. “Then why should I be mad? You trusted me enough to tell me about the investigation, even when you shouldn’t have, in order to protect me.” Sean latched onto the nipple again, scraping his teeth over the skin, Sam hissing and pushing into the touch. “I want….” Sam threw his head back as Sean’s hand found his thick shaft, fingers curling around it, thumb rubbing just below the head. “I want….” “I know what you want.” Sean began stroking with agonizing slowness and Sam arched his back, pushing into the touch, trying to get more, but Sean wasn’t cooperating. “I want you and Bobby to move in here until we finish the investigation and find Bobby’s attacker.” Sean stopped stroking, looking up at Sam in surprise. “Ted threatened you and he could very well carry out his threat, and this Big Mike is obviously watching Bobby. I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.” Sam was breathing like a long-distance runner.

Bottled Up 163 “We’ll discuss it in the morning; I just want to think about you tonight.” Sean’s lips came to Sam’s, kissing the big man hard. Then he pulled away and removed his hand from Sam’s pants. “Where are you going?” Sean got up, standing by the sofa. Sam reached for him, but he darted back. “First one upstairs gets a blow job!” Sean was grinning as he took off out of the room and up the stairs, with Sam behind him laughing and calling out his indignation. Sean made it to the bedroom before he was caught and tackled onto the bed. “I won!” He kissed Sam before he could argue and felt hot hands working his shorts, opening the front, pushing them down his legs, his hardness pointing straight at Sam. “Then you need your prize.” Before he could say anything, he was engulfed to the root in a hot, wet mouth. “Sam….” Hands pressed Sean back onto the bed, holding him still as he was taken deep and hard, like Sam was trying to suck out his brain. “God, that’s good.” Fingers and lips, hand and mouth, worked him until his brain melted. “Sam….” Sean’s legs were shaking and his arms tingling, pressure building deep inside him. “Sam, so close.” He felt his lover increase pressure and he could hold back no more, his body unable to contain the pleasure any longer, and he climaxed, gushing down Sam’s throat. “Sammmmm….” He was cleaned off and then the mouth pulled away as his breathing returned to normal. “You’re so beautiful when you come, all happy and completely out of yourself.” Sam kissed him hard, letting him come down slowly before those hands began their work, caressing his sensitive skin. Sean realized Sam still had all his clothes on. “Get naked, please.” Sean scooted up on the bed after flipping off his boots and pulling off his shirt, watching as Sam’s skin appeared as clothing was removed. First the shirt, displaying that strong chest and cut stomach; Sean reached between his legs, stroking gently. Then Sam’s shoes and socks, which were quickly followed by the pants.

Andrew Grey 164 “You like this?” Sam teased as he turned around, sliding down his pants. “Jesus, yes.” Sean was getting hard again as Sam turned around and showed himself in all his tanned, toned glory. “I really like it.” Then that body was on top of his, skin to skin, lips to lips. “What do you want, Sam?” “You around me, moaning and writhing as I take you deep, long, and slow.” Sean’s breath stopped as he shook against Sam with anticipation. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Slowly Sam kissed his way down Sean’s body, then rolled him over and did it again, kissing his way down Sean’s spine to his crease, spreading the cheeks wide. “Sam… love when you do that.” Sam’s tongue zeroed in on the tight little hole, licking slowly. “You mean this?” Sean tried to nod, but his intended motion was sidetracked when Sam’s tongue probed deep, opening him up. “Or this?” A finger joined the tongue, teasing the skin. “Yes!” “Yes, what?” “I want it all, want you. Please….” Sean was humping the sheets, he was so turned on. Sam pulled away and patted his hip. Sean rolled over and lifted his legs, issuing Sam an undeniable invitation. “So pretty, so hot and pretty… and mine.” Hands stroked from his knees down his thighs to his parted cheeks, thumbs swirling around the puckered skin. “Ready for me, Baby?” “Uh-huh….” He felt Sam press against him, slowly entering his body. The stretch was exquisite, the fullness divine, Sam throbbing deep inside—perfection. The movement started slowly, a gentle rocking, and built little by little. “Sam, more, please….” The pace was driving him crazy. He was so turned on. He needed relief badly and Sam was playing with him.

Bottled Up 165 “Like this?” Sam pulled out and drove back in, making Sean cry out, so he did it again and again, Sean’s head rocking back and forth as Sam drove him wild. His body was shaking, blood pumping, and desire thrumming through him. “Stroke yourself; want you to come with me.” Sweat ran down Sam’s chest as they moved together, passion building deep in their bodies. “Sam….” “Come with me, Baby.” Sean stroked hard, feeling Sam swell within him, and his body took over, shooting ribbons on his stomach as his lover erupted deep inside him. “Sam!” “Baby!” Breath slowly returned to their spent bodies as Sam brought his lips to Sean’s. “I love you, Baby.” Sean could only moan as Sam slipped from his body while his lips were pummeled and then gently kissed. “And I love you.”

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“SAM….” Sean shook the sleeping man’s shoulder, looking at the clock in disbelief. “Sam!” “What is it, Baby?” The big man pulled his lover close and started to fall back to sleep. “Sam, it’s ten-thirty. The store opens at eleven and I have to get ready to open.” He was more than a little stressed about it. The large body stirred in the bed, those deep eyes cracking open. “Go get cleaned up; I’ll be right behind you.” Sam threw back the covers as Sean headed off to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later. The covers had been pulled up and his clothes were laid out on the bed, ready for him. Sam was pulling on a pair of nice pants, and after fastening them, headed to the bathroom. By the time he returned, Sean was dressed and ready. Sam pulled on a button-down shirt and finished dressing. “Grab your coat; I’m right behind you.” Sean went downstairs and got both their coats, with Sam clomping down the stairs a minute later. Even rushed, the man looked good. Sean handed him his coat and they were out the door, hurrying down the walk to Sam’s car, and they were on their way. “I’m sorry, Baby. I should have set the alarm.” Sean smiled and put his hand on Sam’s. “I’m only sorry we didn’t have time for a proper wake-up.” He sniffed. “We didn’t have time to shower,” he sniffed again, “and we smell like sex.”

Bottled Up 167 Sam hurried through traffic. “I like the thought of you smelling like sex… having my scent on you for the entire day.” Sam pulled into Sean’s parking spot, shutting off the engine. “Good morning.” Sam leaned over the seat and gave Sean his good-morning kiss. “Somebody needed that.” Sean smiled, the stress dissipating. “I did.” He then returned the kiss before opening his car door and walking to the front of the store, inserting his key into the lock. “You open up, and I’ll run down the street and get some breakfast and coffee.” Sean smiled contentedly and nodded, unlocking the store and opening the door. The alarm beeped and he entered his code, silencing it. He then relocked the door and hurried through the store to the back, flipping on the lights as he went. He had less than ten minutes to get everything ready. Sean counted out the morning till in record time, checked that the system was done with its nightly processes, and left the office. Stepping to the register, he slid in the till and started the opening process. A knock on the door broke his concentration and he looked up, expecting to see Sam waiting at the door. Instead, it was Ted’s face that looked back at him through the glass. Sean didn’t know what to do, and hoped Sam would be back soon. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with Ted. A few months ago, he’d have thought nothing of it, but after what was turning into a nasty breakup and his family’s possible criminal connections, not to mention the threat from the night before, it was making Sean really nervous. He signaled that he’d be a minute and continued opening the register, trying to buy a little time. Sean jumped when the phone rang, and then answered it, “Sommelier Wines, good morning.” “Sean, I’m on my way back. Is that Ted outside the store?” “Yes, I’m afraid to let him in.” He smiled, trying not to let Ted see there was anything wrong.

Andrew Grey 168 “He’s alone, so go ahead and let him in, just to see what he has to say. I’ll be there in a minute.” “Okay.” Sean hung up the phone, reassured, knowing that Sam was nearby. Putting on his best for-the-customer smile, he finished the opening process and unlocked the front door. Ted entered the store with his usual swagger, looking around. “What do you want, Ted?” Sean kept his tone non-confrontational, but he wanted to get to the point of this little visit. Sean’s directness let some of the air out of his sails. “I wanted to see how you were doing.” “You mean after your remarks last night?” Sean had never been this direct when he and Ted were dating, and it seemed to catch Ted off guard. “I’m doing just fine.” Ted’s eyes seemed to darken and Sean moved to diffuse the injury to his pride. “And so are you. We didn’t work out, but that’s not your fault any more than it is mine.” The look on his face didn’t soften. “I know I injured your pride and I didn’t mean to, but I wasn’t happy and neither were you.” The door opened and Sam walked into the store carrying coffee and a bakery bag. Ted looked at him, fire in his eyes, but said nothing. “Think about it, Ted, for your own happiness.” The look in his eyes cooled and he turned toward the door and stopped. Sean waited to see if he’d say anything, but he walked briskly through the door. Sam set the bags on the counter, but said nothing, waiting for Sean to join him. “I heard what you said. Did he?” “I don’t think so.” Sean took the coffee Sam offered and looked at the door. “I just wish he’d let it go and move on.” Sean sipped the coffee as Sam pulled a huge pecan roll out of the bag and slid it in front of him. Sean’s eyes got huge. “I can’t eat all that.” Sam looked around, making sure they were still alone. “After what we did last night and what I’m gonna do to you once we close, you’ll need the energy.” A thrill went through Sean as he cut a piece off the roll and started eating. “So what do you want me to do today?”

Bottled Up 169 “I’ve got cases in the back for a special, so we’ll set them up, and this afternoon, you can pour at the tasting bar.” He took another bite of the roll, licking the stickiness off his fingers, the sweetness melting down his throat. The door clinked and Sean put his food behind the counter as a group of ladies entered the store with Sarah Gold right in front. “Sean.” She came right over and he took her extended hands as she kissed him daintily on the cheek. “These ladies were at the party and loved the Pinot you suggested with the duck, so I brought them in to meet you.” She stepped aside. “This is Irene Prentice, Margie Wainwright, Laura Stevenson, and Clara Roberts. Ladies, this is Sean Bielecki. He knows everything about wine.” She was so dramatic when she said it, that he almost laughed. Almost. Sean checked his watch. “Well, it’s noon somewhere. Would you ladies like to sample some sparkling wine?” A titter went through the group until Sarah’s “of course” settled the question. Sean brought out glasses and one of the chilled bottles he was going to use for the tasting that afternoon. Popping the cork with a flourish, he poured each of them a small portion. “I like this one. It’s not too sweet, but has a wonderful feel on the tongue.” Each of the ladies took a sip and the conversation started to swirl. “I really like it.” “I usually like dryer sparkling, but this is good.” “It’ll be yummy in mimosas.” And on they went. “I’d like two bottles.” “I started the store on the premise that good wine doesn’t have to cost a lot. This is fifteen dollars a bottle. Expensive wine should always be good, but good wine doesn’t need to be expensive.” Sean noticed that Sam had started bringing the wine they’d be using for tasting from the back, setting up the display. The ladies’ conversation continued, but shifted to the background as he watched Sam’s muscles stretch and flex

Andrew Grey 170 as he lifted the cases. Sean excused himself and quickly made up the price signs and handed them to Sam with a gentle touch. “Thank you.” The ladies wandered through the store asking questions, choosing their purchases, while Sarah sidled up next to him. “He’s a real dreamboat, isn’t he?” She was watching Sam work. “Uh-huh. He really is, in so many ways.” “I’m glad.” She turned, facing away from the ladies. “I was at an opera board meeting on Thursday and I heard old man Perelli,” her distaste for the man was plain as day, “telling one of the other board members who’d mentioned your store, that you were cheating your customers.” Sean was aghast. “I never….” Fear raced through him, knowing rumors like this could sink his business. “I asked him where he got his information from, because he’s never been in the store, has he?” Sean shrugged; he’d never met the man in his life. “He said his son told him.” “Oh… that….” Sean swallowed the words. If Ted were here now, he’d slug him. She patted his hand. “Don’t you worry…. I handled him.” “What did you do?” Sean was definitely curious and the twinkle in her eye should have been a giveaway. “I asked him which son. He said Ted.” That twinkle was bright enough to cut glass. “I said ‘Oh, you mean the one who’d been dating the owner? Sounds like sour grapes to me’. Then I walked away.” She was grinning with mischief. “Old man Perelli’s mouth gaped open so far, he looked like a big smarmy carp.” “You didn’t.” Sean covered his mouth and smiled, eyes dancing. Then he got serious. “But what if they keep spreading those lies?” She shook her head lightly. “That’s why I brought the ladies. These four are the most gossipy women God ever made, and they’ll be singing your praises from here to the moon. Don’t you worry about a

Bottled Up 171 thing.” She patted his arm and changed the subject. “Do you have any more of the Krug? George loved it, really loved it.” She winked at him, the fox. He walked to the display of fine wines. “I’ve got three bottles left right now.” She smiled and nodded. Sean took the bottles from the display and put them behind the counter for her. The ladies spent the next half-hour or so walking through the store, picking out bottles and asking tons of questions. When they left, they each bought a mixed case, laughing and flirting with Sean. “Baby, you were amazing. They were eating out of your hand the entire time.” The store was quiet, so Sam kissed him gently. “No wonder you’re such a success.” The door opened and they got back to work. After lunch, the store quieted again for a while. “Can we talk about what I mentioned last night?” Sean was hoping Sam had forgotten. “What was that?” Sam smiled; he wasn’t buying the innocent routine. “You know what I’m talking about. I want you and Bobby to stay with me for a week or so until we wrap up this task force.” Sam watched Sean’s face and could almost see the doubt swirling behind his eyes. “What is it you’re afraid of?” “Messing things up.” Sam would have laughed, but Sean was absolutely serious. “You know what I’m afraid of?” Sean watched Sam’s eyes. “Something happening and you never waking up next to me again, or never making love to you again.” Sam seemed so earnest and his eyes so dark that Sean knew he was serious. “That’s not going to happen.” “How do you know? Ted has shown up numerous times, threatened you more than once, may hold you responsible for being outed to his father—yes, I heard Sarah—and is under investigation by the police. To top it off, last night we both saw him talking to the man who attacked Bobby and tried to abduct him. I may be making more of

Andrew Grey 172 this than necessary, but I’d rather err on the side of caution with the people I love most.” Sean swallowed hard; he’d never seen fear on Sam’s face. “I’ll talk to Bobby.” After a quick lunch, they were back at work, Sam pouring tastings and Sean answering questions, helping customers, and ringing up sales. It was busy, but rewarding. At about four, Bobby came through the door with a huge smile on his face, followed by Sean’s mother. “Did you have a good time?” “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Grandma took me shopping and Grandpa and I spent time with the trains.” His eyes were shining; he’d obviously had a great time. “I’ve got some homework to finish before tomorrow.” He knew he’d be in trouble with Sean if it wasn’t done when they reviewed it together after dinner. “Thank you, Grandma.” He hugged her, and after greeting Sam, hurried to the office. “You got yourself really lucky with him. He and your father spent hours together with those trains. He showed him some pictures from his magazines and now our basement wall has been painted with a brilliant sunset and mountains. He says he’ll finish it the next time he comes to visit.” Since Sean had left home, his mother had been a little lost, but now she seemed to almost radiate happiness. Sylvia greeted Sam with a smile and a hug. “He’s got you working here too, I see.” “I was off today and volunteered to help.” Sam poured a measure of sparkling wine and handed it to Sylvia. “It’s fun talking to people like this. Usually, the people I talk with are either victims or suspects, and in both cases there’s no casual conversation.” “So things are going well?” “Yes, for the most part. Bobby and I are going to be staying at Sam’s for a week or so.” Sylvia looked as alarmed as Sean expected she would be. “Bobby’s attacker hasn’t been caught yet and Ted seems to be causing some problems.” Sylvia turned to Sam. “So you can protect them?” Sam nodded and Sylvia just smiled knowingly and said nothing.

Bottled Up 173 “Mom, do you want to join us for dinner?” Sylvia finished her drink. “No, I need to get back to your father. He’ll probably be awake from his nap by then.” She hugged Sean and Sam goodbye and poked her head in the office to say goodbye to Bobby before leaving the store. As Sean watched her go, a hand touched his arm. “So you’ve decided to take my offer?” Sean nodded absently. “Yes. Too much is happening that I just don’t understand.” He pulled himself out of his daydream. “I’ll tell Bobby after we close. Can we stop by the house to get some things?” “Of course, and we’ll check on your house regularly to make sure everything’s okay. I just want to know you and Bobby are as safe as possible.” The way Sam said it, he knew there was more than he was telling him. He just knew it, but Sam had already told him more than he should, so he didn’t press it. The rest of the afternoon was quiet—busy, but quiet. At closing time, Sean locked the door and counted the till. “Can we stop at the bank so I can drop the deposits?” Sam was right there, hearing the concern in his lover’s voice. “Sure. You get everything ready. Take your time.” Sean prepared the deposits and readied the drop bags before turning off the lights and finding Sam and Bobby in the office. “I just finished the last of my homework.” He seemed pleased. “And I got a start on the drawings for the airport.” Sean had been worried that Bobby wasn’t prepared for the scale of work expected, but maybe he was, or at least he was thinking ahead already. “Good. We need to talk. I really don’t want to go into the details right now, but we’re going to stay at Sam’s for a few weeks. He thinks we’ll be safer there and I agree with him.” “Is this about Big Mike?” Bobby’s eyes were huge and Sean wondered what he was thinking.

Andrew Grey 174 “Partially, but it’s also about Ted.” “Teddy Weddy.” Bobby mimicked Katie’s unflattering nickname for his ex. Sam took over, getting down to business. “One of us will take you to school. Don’t leave with anyone you don’t know, no matter what they tell you. One of us will try to pick you up, but if we can’t, take the bus or go to the office and stay with other people.” Bobby nodded, the urgency in Sam’s voice unmistakable. The young man’s eyes were huge. “Is this my fault?” He barely had the words out and Sean had him in a hug. “No, this is not your fault. This is to help keep you safe. Keep us both safe.” Those big eyes looked into his. “Are you scared, Dad?” “Yeah, I’m scared, because the worst thing possible would be something happening to you.” Sean swallowed a huge lump in his throat at the thought of anyone hurting Bobby, and he hugged tighter and then let go. “Dad, let’s go. I’m hungry.” “Okay, okay.” Sean grabbed the deposit bags and his coat, made sure everything was locked, and they left the store after setting the alarm. Sam had parked his car near the door and they climbed in and sped to the bank. Sean dropped the bags in the night drop and Sam drove to Sean’s. They packed some things, enough for a few days, and headed to Sam’s. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do for the airport?” Bobby leaned forward, peering between the front seats. “They want, like, six by eight feet, so I need to add a lot of detail. I’ve started the drawings for each of the figures. My proposal stated that I was going to execute it on canvas using colored pencil, but I have some things I’m going to try.”

Bottled Up 175 Jesus, he already had a plan. It was obvious that this was what he really loved to do. “It has to be done in six months.” “It will be. The hard part is having a place to work on a piece that big. I mean, I can’t hang it on a wall or work on the floor. I’m just not sure how to do it.” It was obvious this was frustrating him a little. “We’ll ask Mark; he’ll have some ideas, I’m sure. Don’t worry about it.” Bobby settled back in his seat, smiling to himself. Sean looked at that satisfied, happy face and wondered what visions were running through his head. Sean turned around and put his hand on Sam’s leg and rested against the seat, relaxed and contented. Sam pulled into his driveway and parked the car. They unloaded and carried their bags into the house. “Bobby, your room is up the stairs to the right.” He carried his bag upstairs. “And your room is with me.” Sam pulled Sean to him, kissing him hard. “I can’t believe I’m going to be waking up next to you for a while.” Bobby came down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. “Teenager here.” Sean ignored him and leaned closer to Sam, enjoying the warmth of his body. “I should make dinner; is steak okay?” They both nodded enthusiastically as Sam got started. “Then I’ll cook while you review homework.” Bobby got his homework and the two of them sat at Sam’s dining room table, reviewing the homework. Bobby was making vast improvements, but his math skills were still lagging behind where he should be. “I just don’t understand it, Dad.” Sean wasn’t sure how to help him. “Maybe we should find you a tutor. Someone who can help you understand.” Sean wasn’t fully convinced it was Bobby, and he suspected the teacher had something to do with it. “How’s your teacher? Is he helping you when you have questions?” “Sometimes. But I feel so dumb asking questions all the time.”

Andrew Grey 176 Sean made a mental note to be sure to talk to this teacher on Wednesday when the store was closed. “I’ll see about a tutor.” They got back to work, spending extra time on his math, checking each problem to make sure it was right. By the time they were finished, Sam was looking over Sean’s shoulder. “Dinner’s ready.” Sean turned. “Good timing.” Smiling at his lover as he got up from the table and turned back to Bobby, he said, “You’re doing really well.” Sean patted Bobby’s shoulder and went into the kitchen. “He still having trouble with math?” Sean nodded as he picked up the plate of steaks. “I have a friend who’s a retired teacher and she tutors on the side. I’ll give her a call and see if she can help.” Sean kissed Sam lightly and carried the plate to the table, with Sam right behind him with the rest of the food. Bobby talked nonstop while they ate, telling Sam what he was going to do for the airport commission and the mural he was doing for Sean’s dad. “I saw pictures in the train magazines and Grandpa said he’d always wanted background scenery for his layout, so I sketched it on the wall and got it roughed in.” He cut off a hunk of steak. “Next time I’m gonna finish it for him.” If he didn’t stop talking, he was going to starve. “Eat your dinner before it gets cold.” God, he sounded like his mother. Bobby smiled and ate a few bites. “I’ll take you to school in the morning.” Bobby smiled and kept eating, his hunger catching up with him now. “And I’ll call Agnes and let her know that we’re staying here and why.” She’d been helpful, but he didn’t want anything to jeopardize his chances of adopting Bobby. Sam swallowed. “And I’ll pick you up after school and bring you to the store.” Bobby finished his dinner and pushed back from the table, taking his plate into the kitchen. Then noise from the TV filtered in. Sean and Sam finished their dinner in quiet companionship. When they were

Bottled Up 177 done, Sam loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and they joined Bobby in the living room, watching television for a few hours. Bobby said good night and went upstairs. “I think it’s time for us to go to bed too.” Sam hit the power button on the remote and got out of his chair. Taking Sean by the hand, he led him upstairs and into the bedroom, shutting the door with a soft click. Sean was stripped down slowly and sensuously, his skin touched and kissed as he was guided back onto the bed. Their lovemaking was slow and intense as their bodies sang their siren songs, each drawing the other toward the rocks of sexual oblivion until release crashed upon them in silent cries of ecstasy.

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SEAN was moving slowly this morning. Really slowly. The bedroom was quiet and a little cold. “Bobby, we need to leave in fifteen minutes.” The bathroom door opened and a wet Bobby, with a towel around his waist, dashed to the bedroom he was using. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready.” Sean smiled and headed down the stairs to the kitchen. There was a note on the fridge: “Baby, I got breakfast for you; it’s on the table. See you tonight. I love you, Sam.” Sean looked and saw two huge pecan rolls on the table under cellophane. When did he get those? With a smile, he unwrapped Bobby’s and poured some juice as he heard clomping on the stairs. “Where’s Sam?” Bobby plopped himself at the table and smiled. “Yummm.” He started eating almost immediately. “He got a call about four and went in to work.” He was worried, but he kept it to himself. Sam was a good cop who knew what he was doing and he’d promised Sam weeks ago that he wasn’t going to do this. So, with a deep breath, he pushed his nervousness away. “He said he’d try to be home in time to pick you up from school, but if he can’t, take the bus to the store. Katie’s working and she’s been asking to see you.”

Bottled Up 179 Sean got the indulgent look teenagers reserve for their parents when they already know what they’re being told. “Okay, Dad. I will.” Bobby continued devouring his roll. “I was going to ask you how it went yesterday with Mr. Jenkins.” Sean shook his head. He didn’t think much of Bobby’s math teacher—no wonder he was having problems. The guy looked about eighty and could barely focus on their conversation. Sean wondered how anyone could learn anything from him. “Let’s just say I wasn’t impressed. I’m visiting the school today to see about getting you moved to a different class, one where the teacher’s alive.” Bobby hooted and grinned as he finished his breakfast and carried the dishes to the sink. “You taking yours with you?” Bobby was eyeing Sean’s breakfast hungrily. “Yes.” Sean opened his wallet and handed Bobby some money. “If you’re still hungry when you get to school, you can buy breakfast.” The kid was a bottomless pit, like most teenagers. Bobby took the cash and shoved it in his pocket. “Thanks, Dad.” Bobby got his coat while Sean finished getting ready and then met Bobby at the door. “You got everything?” “Yup. Let’s go.” Bobby opened the door and dashed to the car while Sean locked up. The drive to school was only five minutes. Arriving in plenty of time, Sean parked and got out of the car, following Bobby through the doors. After a quick good-bye, Bobby disappeared into the mass of kids in the hall, while Sean continued to the office. Sean opened the door and approached the long counter. A middleaged woman asked if she could help him. “I need to speak with the principal.” “He’s not available.”

Andrew Grey 180 “When will he be available? I have concerns about one of my son’s classes and I need to speak with him.” Sean was becoming impatient. “He’s in a meeting for most of the day, but the vice principal is in and she can help you.” “Thanks. That’d be great.” He was led behind the counter and down a hall to an open office door. Then she was gone and Sean knocked on the doorframe and entered. A short, older woman was sitting behind the desk. She stood up when he entered. “I’m Rose Holly. Please have a seat, Mr.….” Sean stopped short and smiled brightly. “Mrs. Holly, I’m Sean Bielecki, but I was Sean Hawthorne when I was in your algebra class about fourteen years ago.” “Sean. It’s been a long time.” Her smile was bright and genuine as they shook hands and she sat back down. “What can I do for you?” “I came in to talk about Bobby Thompson. I’m his guardian.” “What seems to be the problem? He hasn’t been in trouble. I’d know if he were.” “No, nothing like that. He’s got Jenkins for math and he’s struggling. I met with him yesterday and frankly, I wonder if the man’s even alive.” That got a raised eyebrow, then a smile. “I understand,” she said as she exhaled deeply. “I don’t really think so. Bobby’s been with me for a little over two months after spending six months on the street and eighteen months in foster homes, one of which kicked him out for being gay. He works hard on his homework, at my store, and on his artwork. He and I review his homework every night, but he’s been struggling with math and I’m not able to explain it to him so he’ll understand. Is it possible to switch him to another class?” “You review his homework every night?” She was floored.

Bottled Up 181 “Yes, either at home or at the store, but yes I do. Bobby is talented, very talented, but being on the street put him behind and we’re working together to help him catch up.” Still shaking her head, she started accessing the computer on her desk. “The only other class is second period and he’s got art that period. We could switch him, but he’d need to give up drawing.” That wouldn’t do; there was no way he was going to pull Bobby out of art class. That wouldn’t be fair. Sean sighed and shook his head. “Can you recommend a tutor, someone who can work with him a few nights a week?” She thought a minute. “I think so. I’ll give them a call and let you know.” Sean gave her one of his business cards. “Is this your business?” “Yeah, I opened about four months ago. Stop by when you get a chance.” Sean got up. “It’s so good to see you.” They shook hands again before saying goodbye. Sean smiled to himself as he left the school and got back in his car and drove to the store. Sean unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. It was still early, so he counted out the register and then got to work. He was expecting a shipment later that morning and wanted to clear space. The door opened a little before opening. “Morning, Sean.” Katie bustled in, rushing to the office to hang up her coat, all energy and smiles. Sean looked up from the display he was building. “What’s got you so chipper this morning?” Katie bopped him on the shoulder, but said nothing. “Come on; spill it.” “Last night Stan said the three magic words.” She was bouncing, she was so happy. “Lakefront real estate?” Sean ducked out of the way as she took a swing at him. “Huge trust fund?” She started chasing him around the store, swatting at him as she laughed hysterically. Once she’d given up, Sean hugged her. “I’m glad he makes you happy.”

Andrew Grey 182 “Can I tell you a secret?” She backed away from him, suddenly very serious. “I never thought I’d find someone who makes me feel like this.” Sean’s thoughts turned to Sam. “Isn’t love wonderful?” “Yes… it certainly is.” A slight rapping on the door pulled them out of their love fest. Sean opened the door and they got to work. The shipment arrived just before lunch. Katie handled the customers while Sean accepted the delivery. Once he’d checked and signed for the shipment, it was time for lunch. Sean called in an order to the deli and Steve delivered it a little while later, calling as he opened the door, “Here’s your lunch, Sean.” Sean handed Steve the money along with a tip—a bottle of Belgian beer. “Thanks for bringing it over.” Steve grinned as he took the bottle. “No problem. Is Bobby coming here after school?” “Yeah, he should be here about three.” Sean put the lunches behind the counter. Steve leaned against the counter. “I’m working at Tyler’s until five. Would it be okay if I stopped over after work? I’ve got something for him.” “I’ve got things in the refrigerator; you can join him for dinner if you want.” “Thanks.” Steve headed toward the door. “I’ll see you after work.” Steve waved to Katie and left, scurrying past the windows on his way back to the deli. The store was quiet, so they ate together behind the counter where they could keep an eye on the door. Sean found his thoughts turning to Sam and the worry from that morning started to surface again. He heard his name being called. “Earth to Sean….” “Sorry.” He looked at Katie, who’d put her food down and was now staring at him.

Bottled Up 183 “I said your name three times.” “Sorry. I was a little preoccupied.” He brought his thoughts back to the present and somehow managed to keep them there during the rest of lunch. Finishing lunch, Sean threw away their trash and got back to work, talking as he completed the display of wines they’d be tasting during the weekend. “I’ve been thinking about adding a few things to the store, like handmade chocolates and gourmet nuts. Things that go with wine, but aren’t particularly perishable.” Katie was sweeping behind the counter. “Have you thought about corkscrews and stoppers, stuff like that?” “I have, but everybody does that, and frankly it doesn’t sell very well because it’s everywhere. I’m thinking about things that are more unique and special—handmade chocolate bark or toffee, spiced pecans and almonds.” Sean had noticed over the past few months that a large proportion of his customers were women. “Things the ladies would buy along with their wine.” He was also thinking about cigars for the men, but he didn’t mention that to Katie. She was quiet while she thought. “I like it. Additional things to delight the palate.” Sean was getting excited. “Exactly.” “Do you want me to see what’s available? I could look for you.” She was a wonder on the Internet. “Yeah, I’ll handle things out here for a while.” Katie went into the office and Sean spent the next few hours helping customers and finishing his display. With his mind on his work, he barely heard the door open. “Hi, Dad.” “Hi, Bobby. How was school?” Wow, it was later than he thought. “Would you take out the trash and then finish your homework? Steve said he was stopping by about five.”

Andrew Grey 184 “Okay.” Sean saw him head back to the office. He went back to work, trying to finish the stocking by the end of the day. “Sean.” He looked up, seeing Katie’s face poke out of the office door. “Why is the back door standing open?” “Bobby’s taking out the….” Something wasn’t right. “Watch the store!” Sean hurried to the stockroom; the back door was open with broken boxes near the door and flattened ones lying outside. “Bobby?” Sean picked up the first thing at hand and raced into the alley, looking back and forth, but he saw nothing. “Dad….” He heard a soft cry followed by what sounded like swearing. Sean raced in the direction of the voice, turning the corner between two stores and seeing two figures. One appeared to be struggling. Sean felt fear surge inside him and something else. Not anymore! Years of feeling like a victim, being afraid, welled inside him. I am not a victim! And neither is my son! A dam burst inside him and he raced down the narrow passage. As he got closer, he recognized Bobby and saw red. Adrenaline pumped, anger swelled, and Sean turned into a lion protecting his cub. Without thinking, he drew back and swung what he had in his hand at the man’s head with all the strength in his body. A deafening crack echoed through the narrow space like a gunshot, followed by something wet spraying all over him. The figures fell to the ground, with Bobby struggling out of Big Mike’s grip. Wetness seeped into Sean’s clothes, and in the dim light he thought it was blood. God, I killed him. “Dad, are you okay?” Bobby threw his arms around Sean. He was crying, his body shaking. Sean let go of what was in his hand and returned Bobby’s hug. He heard glass crunch on the pavement then he smelled something pungent and very familiar. Wine. Thank god it wasn’t blood. “Are you okay?” Bobby didn’t answer; his face was buried in Sean’s shirt. Sean heard a groan and the man started to shift, and Sean realized he was waking up.

Bottled Up 185 “You move a muscle and I’ll kill you right there.” Bobby let go of him. “Go back to the store and have Katie call the police.” Bobby reluctantly let go of him and stepped back. “Dad, he said—” “Please, just go have Katie call the police.” Bobby hesitated and then took off running, and Sean returned to the stirring figure on the ground. “You move so much as a finger and I’ll break your neck right here!” “My head.” Sean knelt, his knees pressing into Big Mike’s back. “Don’t fucking move!” Finally, he heard sirens, and a few minutes later two police officers were hurrying down the passage. Then and only then did he stand back up and step away from the prone man. “Freeze!” Sean stopped moving and put his hands in the air. “He tried to abduct my son, Bobby. If you check your records you’ll find multiple complaints, including one for attempted rape.” Bobby raced around the corner. “Dad, are you—” His voice trailed off when he saw the police officers. “Are you the one he tried to abduct?” Bobby nodded and stepped closer to Sean. “Uh-huh. I was putting out the trash and he grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth, and pulled me down the alley.” The police cuffed the prone figure and he started moving, slowly rising to his knees. “He fucking hit me. I want him arrested!” A policeman helped Big Mike to his feet and escorted him, wet, sticky, and wine-soaked, into a squad car, where he was driven away. The first team to arrive walked Sean and Bobby back to the store, where they individually gave their statements. During Sean’s interview, one of the officers showed him a label they’d found in the passage. “Is this familiar?”

Andrew Grey 186 Sean had to restrain himself from laughing, “Yes, there’s a case by the back door.” He’d conked Big Mike on the head with a bottle of wine called “Fat Bastard”—how appropriate. When the interviews were done and the police had gone, Sean and Bobby sat together on the futon in the office, Sean hugging the young man like his life depended upon it. “Dad?” Sean let go and Bobby stared at him intently. “When Big Mike was dragging me down the alley, he….” Bobby swallowed. “He said that I was his… that he was my father.” Bobby was trying his best not to break into tears. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Sean had hoped he would never have to have this conversation. “He is.” Bobby’s control broke. “You mean it’s true?” Tears ran down his face as he jerked to his feet. “And you knew?” “Yes, I knew. Your mother told me at the jail. She made me promise that I wouldn’t tell you or anyone unless I had to.” Sean tried to comfort him, but he just squirmed away. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Sean raised his voice, making it firm. “Sit down. There’s more you need to know.” Bobby stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the futon, looking like he was ready to bolt at any second. “Big Mike is your father, but he’s also your uncle.” Bobby’s head jerked toward him. “He’s your mother’s older half-brother. She never wanted you to know. She only told me because she was afraid Mike would tell you and she wanted someone to know the truth. He sexually abused your mother for years and eventually got her pregnant.” Bobby sniffled as the anger drained out of him. “Is that why she didn’t love me?” Sean pulled his son into a hug as the tears started again. “She did love you. I think this ate at her every day.” Could that have been why she’d turned to drugs? Sean thought that could be the reason, but they’d never truly know. “She never wanted you to know about it. In her own way, she tried to protect you.” The tears started

Bottled Up 187 again, but this time, they seemed deep and, he hoped, cleansing. “There is something you need to understand, something very important.” Bobby pulled his body away from Sean, wiping his face with his fists. “This has nothing to do with you. It doesn’t affect who you are, or what you’ll become.” Bobby blinked and wiped his face again. “Big Mike may be your father, but I’m your dad and you’re my son. Nothing is going to change that.” Sean could feel his throat clench as he gasped out the last words. Then Bobby was hugging him tight, his body shuddering again, and this time, Sean felt his own tears run down his cheek. They were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. “There are some people out front to see Bobby.” Katie then smiled and left. “You’re my son because I love you and want you as my son. Agnes has already recommended to the state that my application for adoption be approved, so it’s just a matter of time before it’s official.” “Thanks, Dad. I love you.” Katie was right: the three magic words. Sean got up and grabbed a Kleenex from the desk. “I need to go out front; you take the time you need and come out when you’re ready.” Sean squeezed Bobby’s shoulder and left the office. To his surprise, Steve, along with Mark and Tyler, were waiting out front, a large box leaning against the counter. “Katie told us about the excitement. Is Bobby okay?” Sean slowly released the breath he’d been holding. “He will be.” I hope so. God, I hope so. Bobby came out a few minutes later and Steve walked right up to him, throwing his arm around his shoulder, and the two of them talked for a few minutes and then joined the rest of them. “Mark, Tyler, and I got this for you.” Steve indicated the big, flat box leaning against the counter. Mark provided the explanation. “It’s a large canvas frame with a stand to help you with your piece for the airport.” Bobby was speechless, and then started to cry, hugging Mark and Tyler, saying

Andrew Grey 188 thank you while the tears flowed down his cheeks. Eventually he got control of himself and thanked Steve as well. “I’ll help you put it together when you’re ready to use it.” Steve looked at Sean. “Should I put it in the back room?” Sean nodded and Steve lifted it and carried it to the storeroom, with Bobby following. Mark and Tyler stayed to talk for just a few minutes and then said their good-byes. “Call if there’s anything you need.” Sean said he would. It was almost dinnertime and Sean wasn’t in the mood for what was in the refrigerator, so he ordered a couple of pizzas. Hanging up the phone, he looked around the store. There were a few customers browsing, but otherwise it was pretty quiet. Finally he had a chance to breathe. “Sam hasn’t called.” Katie leaned against the counter. “He’s probably busy. You said he was called in, so he must be on something important.” Sean nodded and started cleaning up the store, making sure any remnants of the day’s work were cleared away and the store looked clean and fresh. The pizza arrived and Sean took it to the break area, where Bobby and Steve were watching TV. You’d have thought they hadn’t eaten in weeks the way they both glommed onto the food. “Thanks, Dad,” Bobby mumbled around a mouthful of pizza. Steve didn’t try to talk; he just nodded and smiled while he chewed. Sean just shook his head and went back out front, finding the second pizza behind the counter and Katie already eating. “God, I’m tired.” Sean took a piece of pizza and started eating, hoping some food would give him energy. “It’s no wonder. You’ve had a full day: meeting with the vice principal, unloading and putting away the shipment, rescuing your son from an attacker…. I’d say you deserve to be tired.” “I guess.” Was it only this morning that he met with Mrs. Holly? It seemed like days ago. “I just need a quiet evening and some rest.”

Bottled Up 189 “Dad?” Bobby called from the door to the storeroom, his face white. “You need to come see this.” Oh God, what now?

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THE look on Bobby’s face sent shivers through Sean, and he looked at Katie, who motioned him to go, “I’ll handle things out here; you see what’s got him so upset.” “Thanks.” Sean tried to smile, but it just wouldn’t happen. It had already been almost more than he could stand, but he took comfort in the fact that Bobby was safe. He walked to the back room as Bobby waited for him. “What is it?” Bobby led him to where he and Steve had been watching television. “We switched the channel to see what the weather was going to be tomorrow and….” He pointed to the news program. A perky young newscaster was standing in front of a large mansion on what looked to be Lake Drive. “As we reported earlier, there appears to have been shooting between police and the occupants of this mansion. No word yet on the fate of the two police offers who were injured. But I can tell you that a number of people from inside the house have been killed or wounded. We’ve seen the ambulances taking them away.” The program shifted back to the studio, where the anchor continued the story. “We’ve just received word that one police officer has been killed and another has been critically wounded; no word has yet been released about their identities.” He listened intently for a second. “We’re going back to Trisha Snyder on the scene.”

Bottled Up 191 “We’re just received word that the wounded police officer is being brought out now.” The news camera panned to a body on a gurney, covered with a sheet. Sean watched in horror as a head of black hair came into focus. He knew, he just knew that was Sam. “Oh God.” He leaned against the wall and his knees gave out, his body sliding down onto the floor as he covered his eyes with his hands. He tried desperately to get a hold of himself, but all he could think about was losing Sam. “We’ve just learned that the home raided belongs to Angelo Perelli and that earlier today warrants were issued for both Angelo and his son Theodore.” The rest of the broadcast faded away as Sean tried to digest what had just happened. “Dad… Dad….” Bobby was shaking him gently and then he was gone, only to return a few minutes later. “Sean….” It was Katie and she had her arms around him, rocking slowly. “It’s going to be okay, but you need to breathe and think.” “Dad, are you sure that was Sam?” Bobby’s voice seemed to bring him out of his despair. He lowered his hands and found some reserve of inner strength. “Why don’t you try to call him on his cell?” Jesus! Why hadn’t he thought of that? Sean got himself to his feet and managed to get to the office, his stomach clutching with every step. Just before he made it to the office, he raced to the bathroom, making it just in time to lose the pizza he’d eaten a few minutes before. He rinsed his mouth and, walking into the office, dug his phone out of his coat pocket, but it was dead. Sean looked through his desk and found the charger, plugging in the phone. He waited a few agonizing minutes and then turned it on, hoping there was a message from Sam telling him he was all right. The phone powered up, and to Sean’s delight, the voice mail message light came on almost immediately. He fumbled the phone open and pressed the voice mail button, the phone dialing and prompting him to enter his password. Sean punched in the number and the voice said he had one message.

Andrew Grey 192 “Sean, it’s Sam.” He heard that deep voice he loved so much. “I just called to say I’m going to be late and won’t be able to pick up Bobby at school. I’ll call as soon as I can. I love you.” Sean replayed the message three times before closing the connection. He then called Sam’s number. “Pick up. Please, God, let him pick up.” The call went to voice mail. “Sam, it’s Sean,” he sniffled. “Please call me.” He could barely keep the sobs out of his voice as he left the message. Closing the phone, he slipped it into his pocket and made his way back to the television. “Is there anything new?” “No. They keep saying the same thing, except it appears that both Ted and his father were killed in the shootout. Were you able to phone Sam?” Katie answered. Sean shook his head, barely keeping himself together. Bobby said nothing, but hugged Sean hard, communicating his own worry. “He’ll be okay, Dad.” Sean hoped he was right, and hugged him back. “Sean.” Katie stuck her head in. “Why don’t you take Bobby home?” Sean looked up and nodded. “Steve will stay with me.” Sean looked over at Steve, who smiled and nodded. Sean let go of Bobby, and they went to the office and got their coats. Sean found Katie at the register. “Thank you.” She finished up the sale and came from behind the counter, giving them both a hug. “He’ll be all right.” “I hope so.” Steve came from the back room carrying a broom and started sweeping up. Sean was going to say something, but Katie stopped him. “I’ll take care of Steve. Just go.” With a sigh, Sean dug out his keys along with his phone, holding it in his hand, willing it to ring. “Did you try the precinct?” Sean shook his head; it was worth a try. He dialed and waited until someone answered. “I’m trying to contact Sam Davis. This is Sean Bielecki.” “I’m sorry, but he’s not here right now. Can I take a message?”

Bottled Up 193 “I’m just trying to find out if he’s okay. I saw the story on the news and heard that officers were hurt.” Sean felt like he was about to cry. “I’m sorry. I can’t give out any information. You could contact public affairs, but I’m afraid they won’t tell you anything either.” Sean sighed; he shouldn’t be surprised at her answer. “Thanks.” Dejected, he hung up. “Let’s go home.” Sean left the store, quietly trudging to his car as the final rays of sunshine disappeared and the sky darkened into night. Unlocking the car, they got in, and he started the engine. Sean drove on autopilot and ten minutes later he realized that he’d driven to Sam’s. He was surprised at how quickly this place felt like home. Maybe it was because Sam felt like home. Sean parked the car and they got out and headed inside. The house was dark and Sean turned on lights and checked for phone messages, but there were none. Both of them found themselves pulled toward the living room, and Sean turned on the television to see if there was any more news, but they were rehashing the same information over and over with few new details. Sean’s phone rang and he hurried to answer it, but it was his parents. “Sean, it’s Mom. Is Sam involved in that shootout?” “I don’t know. I saw them put someone who looked like him in an ambulance on the news…. I could swear it was him. He’s not answering his phone, and the precinct won’t tell me anything, so all I can do is wait and hope it wasn’t him and he calls.” The frustration was about to tear him apart. He wanted to do something, anything, but there was nothing he could do but wait. “Oh….” His mother was quiet, like she didn’t know what to say. “I won’t tie up the phone, but call us if you hear anything.” He could hear the worry in her voice, just like he could feel it in his own. “I will.” Sean disconnected and set the phone on the table. They sat together watching the television, hoping to hear some bit of news, but nothing was forthcoming. “Bobby, you should get ready for bed.

Andrew Grey 194 Did you finish your homework?” In the multiple dramas of the day, he’d completely forgotten. “Yeah, I did it at school. We had a sub last period, so I used the time to get my homework done.” Bobby got up. “Dad.” Sean looked up. “Thanks for rescuing me today.” Sean pulled Bobby to him and hugged him hard, sniffling as he did. He’d saved one of the people he loved and he wished he could save the other, or at least know for sure he was safe. “Go on to bed; I’ll let you know when I hear anything.” Bobby was reluctant to go and Sean didn’t say anything when he sat back down on the sofa, resting against him as the images on the television made flashing patterns in the walls of the room. Finally, he got up and helped Bobby to his feet. “We should go to bed.” He really didn’t want to; it felt like he was somehow giving up hope, but Bobby was nearly asleep, and he just couldn’t watch the same reports over and over again. Bobby got up and went upstairs, giving Sean another hug before he left. Sean tried Sam’s cell once more and then turned off the television and went upstairs, carrying his phone with him. Cleaning up quickly, he climbed between the sheets of Sam’s bed, his head resting on Sam’s pillow, his scent still there from the night before. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, every noise, every car that passed the house, raising his hopes. He must have dozed off, but awakened when he heard what he thought was the front door. “Sam?” He threw back the covers and hit the floor running. “Sam… is that you?” “Sean….” The sound of his voice made his feet work faster and he bounded down the stairs. Sam was standing in the hall and Sean threw himself at him, hugging him close, sobbing against his uniform with relief. “Sean, what’s wrong?” Sean pulled back, his relief that Sam was okay pushed aside, and he slugged him in the arm and pounded on his chest until Sam grabbed his wrists to stop him. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong! We’ve been worried sick about you since we saw the story about the raid on television! You didn’t return my calls and the precinct wouldn’t tell me

Bottled Up 195 anything.” The anger died away as the tears started again. “And I saw them take someone away in an ambulance and I thought it was you.” Sean was crying again and Sam put his arms around him, his hands wandering. It was when his butt was stroked that Sean remembered he was naked. “Let’s get you upstairs and we can talk.” Sean wanted to go upstairs, but there was no way he was letting go of Sam. They heard steps and then Bobby’s voice. “Is that Sam?” Sean answered as he looked around for something to put on. “Yes, he’s fine. Go back to bed.” But he didn’t. Instead he bounded down the stairs. Ignoring the naked Sean pressed against Sam, he threw his arms around both of them. To a fly on the wall, this would have been an interesting sight. Three men clutched together, one naked and crying softly, one holding onto the other two, and the last one completely bewildered as to what was going on. Then Sam’s face changed and he realized what he’d missed, what this meant, and he smiled. He extended his long arms around both of them, gathering close those he loved, and more importantly, those who loved him. “Bobby, why don’t you go back to bed? I promise we’ll talk in the morning.” Reluctantly, the young man released them both and headed back upstairs, turning at the landing to look one more time, just to make sure it was real, and then continuing up the stairs. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to worry.” Sam put his arms around Sean, rocking gently, almost like they were dancing. “Come upstairs and we can talk.” But Sean didn’t move; he just held on for dear life. “Okay, then.” Sam lifted him off his feet and put his hands on his butt to support Sean, and damned if those two legs didn’t just wind right around him. Sean wasn’t letting go, wasn’t going to ever let Sam go, not if he could help it. Then he was being carried up the stairs and into Sam’s bedroom and laid down on the bed. As soon as he felt the sheets on his back, he went wild, fingers working Sam’s buttons, pulling at his clothes. “I need you, Sam. Help me.” Then his hands were held and

Andrew Grey 196 Sam stepped back, taking off his uniform shirt and stepping out of his pants. “I thought we were going to talk.” “Don’t want to talk; just want you.” The earlier worry didn’t matter anywhere near as much now that Sam was here. Then Sam was with him, skin to skin and warm and pressing him into the mattress. His lips were kissing him and he needed. My god, how he needed. Sean said nothing, just gave himself over to Sam. Sean closed his eyes and left. Sam’s lips sucked on his nipple until he whimpered softly and then those lips moved to the other, giving it the same deliciously erotic treatment. “What do you want?” Sam whispered against the skin of his chest. He heard the question, but didn’t know the answer, didn’t have words for what it was he wanted, so he said nothing and let Sam choose. Those lips kissed and licked their way lower and lower, licking their way around him, coming close, but never quite touching his hardness. “You want this?” Sam’s tongue ran down his length and Sean arched his back into the sensation. “How about this?” Sean’s balls were sucked into wet heat, a tongue swirling around them. Sean moaned uncontrollably and nodded his head, mashing himself against Sam’s lips. “Come on, Baby. Tell me what you want.” “Don’t know. Just you.” Sam brought his lips back to Sean’s, kissing him hard. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” Sean complied and then warm hands trained down his thighs and fingers, stroked along his crease. “Yes, Sam, yes.” The weight on his shifted and then a slick finger slipped inside him. “Sam!” “Want more?” A second finger teased around the first. “Un-huh. Want more, want you, love you.” Sam kissed his cheek and tasted salt, knew there were tears streaming down Sean’s face, even as he begged for more. “Love you too.” The second finger joined the first and Sean sobbed his pleasure, begging for more as the tears continued to flow. All the worry and fear, exasperation, and frustration that had built up

Bottled Up 197 through the long and very exhausting day, came out through his eyes, released by Sam’s touch and love. “Please, Sam, can’t wait anymore.” Sam pulled away his finger and then pressed into his lover, slowly filling him, joining them together. Sean moved onto the feeling, tightening his legs around Sam, pulling them together. “I love you, Sam. You’re my home; where I belong.” Sam began moving, slowly and steadily, wanting this to last, wanting this to be the best for Sean, wanting to make love to the man he loved. He needed this as badly as Sean did. Slowly, lovingly, he moved in and out of his lover, changing the angle until Sean cried out softly with each stroke as the tears that flowed down his cheeks changed from tears of relief to tears of complete and utter joy. “Don’t stop, love. Please promise you’ll never stop.” But Sam did, holding still, deep inside his lover. “I’ll never stop loving you, Sean. No matter what else happens, I can promise you that.” Then he pulled out and thrust back in, going deep and hard, then doing it again. “Sam!” Sean could take no more and came in buckets between their bodies as Sam continued to demonstrate his love, coming deep and blindingly hard inside his lover, and then settling on top of him, pulling the man tight to him and hanging on as he slipped from his body. “I love you, my precious Sean, and I never meant to make you worry or hurt you in any way.” There was an edge to Sam’s voice that worried Sean, something he’d never heard before. “I know you didn’t, and it’s partly my fault for letting my worry run away with me.” His hands stroked down Sam’s back. “I’m just glad I was wrong and that you’re all right.” Sam lifted his head, looking into Sean’s eyes. “You know something like this will happen again.” He didn’t want Sean to have any delusions.

Andrew Grey 198 “I know, and I’ll probably worry just like I did tonight, but that worry is a small price to pay for having you in my life.” Just like protecting Bobby from an abductor and spending the afternoon with the police was a small price to pay for having Bobby in his life. Sam smoothed the hair from his brow with his fingers. “Tomorrow I’ll talk to the precinct, make sure that they know who you are and that it’s okay to tell you if I’m okay.” Afraid he might be hurting Sean, Sam rolled off him and onto the sheets. Sean reached to the bedside table and pulled out a towel, using it to clean them up. “Do you want to tell me what happened today, besides what you saw on the news?” Sean shook his head. Sam was here now; the rest could wait. “We’ll talk in the morning.” Turning out the light, they settled together, Sam’s arm around his body, his hand stroking his stomach, lips gently kissing the skin of his shoulder. “Then go to sleep, love. I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” Sean chuckled to himself and settled against the pillow, sleep taking him almost immediately.

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“DAD. Dad!” Sean looked up from where he’d been staring at his computer’s screensaver, completely lost in thought, the phone still in his hand. “Dad… Mrs. Gold is here and she’s asking for you.” “Thanks.” Sean pulled himself away from his thoughts with a smile, hung up the phone, and left the office. “Sarah.” She turned around and smiled beautifully. “It took you long enough.” She’d been telling Sean to call her Sarah for a while. “I heard you had some excitement here a few weeks ago.” Sean was able to smile about it now. “We sure did. The man who turned out to be Bobby’s father tried to abduct him.” Bobby interrupted. “Dad saved me with a bottle of wine.” Sean and Bobby had talked about Bobby’s father a lot in the past few weeks. At first it had been difficult for the young man to accept that he was the child of abuse and incest. Bobby had cried a few times and even acted out, which was something he’d never done before. Sean figured it was some sort of test to make sure he wasn’t going to leave Bobby or make him go. Sean had been patient and understanding, and Bobby was coming to realize that Sean loved him regardless of who his father or mother were. Sean wanted him, and that alone went a long way. Sean had no delusions that Bobby was over it totally, but his being able to talk about it at all was a positive step.

Andrew Grey 200 Smiling at his son, Sean said, “Don’t you have homework to finish? Or drawings to get done?” “Okay, okay. I’ll make myself scarce.” Shaking his head, Bobby went back into the office. “What did your handsome cop say when you told him?” God, the woman loved a story. “He told me I should resister my inventory as weapons.” They both laughed. “I’ve got your wine whenever you’re ready.” He knew that while she liked to talk, she was usually rushed, and he didn’t want to take up her time unnecessarily. But apparently today was different. “Could we talk a minute? It’s important.” She suddenly seemed quite serious. “Certainly.” Sean poured two glasses of white wine from the pouring counter and handed one to her. She looked around. “I did something and I hope you won’t think me too forward, but when Bobby gave me the drawing awhile back, I passed it on to a friend. He looked it over and was very impressed.” Sean gestured gently. “Why would we think you forward?” “The friend I showed it to just happens to be the director of the Art Institute of Chicago, and when I told him about the commission Bobby received from the airport competition, he was doubly impressed.” “I don’t get it.” He took a drink of his wine, wondering where she was going with this. She sipped her wine. “Sean, when the time comes, if he wants, Bobby has a place at the art institute.” She sipped again. “But I’ll ask you not to tell him. With his talent, he could go anywhere he wants, and I’d feel terrible if he chose the institute because it was convenient.” Without thinking, Sean hugged her. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you, and I won’t tell him unless it’s where he decides he wants to go.” Then he hugged her again. “That was so wonderful of you.”

Bottled Up 201 She smiled and demurred, “It was nothing he doesn’t deserve.” She finished her wine, and Sean called Bobby. Sean watched as the two of them talked as he loaded her cases into the trunk, both gesturing, and then Sarah hugging him before getting in her car. Bobby came back inside. “Did you finish your homework? You don’t want that hanging over you all weekend, and you know Mrs. Holly will be here on Monday.” To Sean’s surprise, his former teacher had agreed to tutor Bobby in math. She came twice a week, and Bobby’s work had already improved. “Almost, Dad.” Bobby looked put-upon as Sean motioned him toward the office. “I know, I know. I’m going.” Sean tried to swat him, but he dodged out of the way and hurried to the office, sticking his tongue out playfully and then disappearing into the office. “Baby!” He knew that incredible voice and he turned as the door closed behind his lover, who walked in with his business partner, Bill. Sam gave him a sweet kiss. “What are you two doing here?” This was definitely a surprise; he’d been expecting Sam, but not Bill. “When you called earlier, you were so excited that I called Bill, and he agreed to work the store tonight so we could go out to dinner.” Sam stood close, leaning for a kiss. “Did you tell him yet?” He got one and then another. “No, I wanted to wait until you were here. He’s in the back finishing his homework.” Sam looked at Bill and Katie, both of them motioning him to go, so he took Sean’s hand and pulled him into the storeroom. “There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Sam looked so serious, but a happy sort of serious. “Okay….” Sean was wondering what was happening now. The past few weeks had been quiet and he really didn’t want more drama right now. “It’s good. At least I hope you’ll think it’s good.” Sam took his hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing his fingers. “It may be too soon, but

Andrew Grey 202 I wanted to ask you and Bobby to move in with me. Since you left, the house has been quiet and sort of cold.” Sam kissed Sean’s fingers again. “I loved going to bed with you every night and waking up with you in the morning, and I want to do that for the rest of my life.” Sean didn’t know what to say. Since he’d moved back to his house, something had been missing and he hadn’t been able to put his finger on it, but it suddenly became clear. His home was where Sam was. “I… I’d love to.” The words were barely out of his mouth and Sam’s lips were on his, kissing him and holding him. Hell, he may have been lifted and twirled; he wasn’t sure and he really didn’t care. “You will? You really will?” Sam seemed so happy. Sean nodded and melted against his body, soaking up the heat. “I can’t wait.” Sean was pressed against the wall and a hand worked beneath his shirt. “Sam.” He started laughing as Sam’s fingers tickled his stomach. “We can’t do this here.” The hand worked its way lower, sliding into his pants, and Sean whimpered into Sam’s lips as the hand moved along him, fingers curling around him, stroking his length, driving him wild. “Sam… I’m gonna….” He hadn’t been so close so fast since he was a teenager. His lips were taken hard and the hand kept working. “Come for me, Baby. I brought extra pants for you.” Sean was whimpering softly as the hand kept working his hardness and the lips worked his mouth. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations coursing through his body. With a heaving breath and a whimper, he let go and came, spilling over Sam’s hand. “I love you, Baby. You’re so hot when you come for me.” Lips gently pulled on his. “And that was only the beginning.” Sounds from the store filtered into the room and Sean started feeling self-conscious. “Go into the bathroom; I’ll bring in your clothes for dinner. I made reservations for the three of us.” After kissing Sam again, he went into the bathroom and stripped off his pants and sticky underwear, then cleaned himself up. After a soft knock, the door opened, and Sam was handing him fresh clothes. “I’ll get Bobby ready to go while you

Bottled Up 203 change.” Sam slid his hand over Sean’s bare butt, stroking the smooth skin, and then he left, shutting the door behind him. When he was dressed, he gathered the dirty clothes, putting them in the office. Bobby and Sam were sitting on the sofa, waiting for him. “What’s going on, Dad?” Sam got up and Bobby followed suit. “You’ve been acting funny since you got that phone call this afternoon.” Sean put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong, Bobby, so just relax.” They left together, saying goodbye to Katie and Bill and getting in Sam’s car. He drove them to Bobby’s favorite restaurant. They were greeted by the hostess, who escorted them to their table. Bobby whispered as they approached. “Why is she here?” Agnes was sitting at the table and they joined her, with Bobby crossing his arms in front of his chest, obviously suspicious. “Sit down.” Bobby sat between Sam and Sean, making sure Agnes wasn’t seated next to him. She smirked at Sean. “You haven’t told him, have you?” “Told me what? That you’re taking me away from Dad and moving me to another foster home?” “Sit down, Bobby. This is a celebration.” He glared at Agnes. “What kind of celebration?” Their waiter came by and they placed their drink orders, with Sean ordering for Bobby as he stared daggers at his caseworker. “Bobby, we asked Agnes to join us because she has news for us. All of us.” He nudged him under the table and Bobby softened his expression slightly. “Please go ahead.” “Bobby, today your mother signed the agreement terminating her parental rights, and the state has approved Sean’s application for permanent placement.” Bobby squinched his face, trying to decipher what Agnes was saying. “What this means is that Sean is your

Andrew Grey 204 permanent guardian. I was able to get a hearing date in two weeks. Since the state has no objections and your mother has given up her parental rights, the hearing is a formality.” “Hearing for what?” Sean interrupted. “In two weeks, a judge will sign the adoption papers and I’ll be your dad legally.” “For real?” Sean nodded. “Forever?” “Yes, Bobby, forever and ever.” The glare of suspicion melted into a smile of joy. “Is that okay with you?” Bobby was out of his chair, hugging Sean so fast he didn’t hear the question, but they already had their answer. After hugging the stuffing out of Sean, Bobby moved to Sam, hugging him tight as well. “Sam and I have something to ask you.” Bobby settled in his chair, grinning from ear to ear. “Sam has asked us to live with him. Is that okay with you?” “He wants us to live with him?” Bobby’s eyes were wide with disbelief. “Yes, Bobby. I want you and Sean to come live with me.” “You mean we’re going to be family?” The way he said the words conveyed so much meaning, like a child getting something he thought he’d never have. Sean swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to speak, but nothing came out, so he nodded and smiled at his lover. No: partner. The waiter approached to take their orders, but Agnes demurred and got up. “I have another appointment in half an hour.” She shook hands with Sean, Sam, and finally Bobby. The young man actually smiled and looked at the floor, mumbling something. “What was that, Bobby?” Sean was sort of enjoying this. “Thank you.” He pulled his gaze from the floor. Then Bobby stood up and, to everyone’s surprise, extended his hand.

Bottled Up 205 Agnes took it and smiled graciously. “You’re entirely welcome.” Then she widened her attention to all of them. “This is the reason I do this job.” Turning, she quietly left the restaurant. The waiter was still standing there, wondering what was going on. “Would you like me to come back?” Sean and Bobby were watching Agnes as she left, so Sam answered, “I think we’re ready, actually. I’d like a filet, medium, with a baked potato and salad with ranch dressing.” Sam looked at his partner and smiled; he knew what Sean wanted… and he ordered for him too. “He’ll have the same, only medium rare with bleu cheese dressing on the salad.” Bobby turned around. “I’d like the burger with onion rings.” The waiter left, but not before giving Bobby the onceover. Sean noticed, but said nothing; he and Bobby were definitely going to have to have a talk—the talk—soon. “So when are we going to move?” Sean looked at Sam, who looked back at Sean, and they both shrugged and then laughed. “I think we’ll have to work that out.” But not until the adoption was final; Sean wasn’t doing anything to jeopardize that. Sam’s hand settled on Sean’s. “We’ll work it out together.” Sam. His eyes looked so deep, so warm, and he knew they would. There’d be issues and things to discuss and talk through, but they’d work it out. Their salads arrived, pulling Sean out of his reverie, and they started eating, talking about Sam’s house and where they were going to put things. Dinner arrived and they got down to some serious eating, and the conversation tapered off a little, although Sean nearly choked on his steak when he felt Sam’s foot slink up his leg and toes tickle his crotch. “What’s wrong, Dad?” Bobby handed him a glass of water. Sean took a drink, trying desperately to hide what Sam was doing. “You and Sam playing footsie?” Bobby went right back to eating, so Sean figured he didn’t know how right he was. When they’d finished eating, the plates were cleared and their server brought out a small chocolate cake. Bobby and Sean both looked

Andrew Grey 206 at Sam in confusion. Sam shrugged. “It’s a celebration, after all.” Sam put his arms around both of them. “You’re my family.” Sean cut the cake, giving each of them a huge piece. When they were done, the server brought the bill, and after a glance at Bobby, left again. Sam grabbed the check first and paid the bill. Sam drove them to Sean’s house and they went inside, with Bobby going into the living room and turning on the television, while Sean and Sam went upstairs. Had they been paying attention, they would have seen Bobby turn his head and smile as they climbed the stairs before he returned his attention to the television. Sean led Sam to his bedroom, closing the door behind them. “You’re sure about this?” Sam was right there, holding him close. “What? Having you move in with me? I was about to ask you the same thing. I want to be with you, and I could move in here if you want.” Sean shook his head before resting it on Sam’s shoulder. “A few weeks ago when I thought you might have been hurt, I wanted to go someplace that felt safe.” Sam’s eyes widened. “You went to my house.” “Yeah… you make me feel safe, like home.” Further conversation was definitely not needed. Kisses, hot and long, communicated everything they needed to say, and when they heard Bobby’s door close, they made sure the house was secure and the lights off before spending the rest of the night in each other’s arms, and that’s exactly where they wanted to be.

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