Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3 by Various Authors Page A
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him. Even at thirteen Will had known Reverie could never contain a dreamer like Sinn. Bobby had known it as well. When Sinn left, he carried Bobby and Will's dreams on his back, too.
It had never been Will's conscious decision to track Sinn down. The man had served as inspiration. It was circumstance that had led him right back to Sinn as though no matter what road Will traveled, ultimately it would lead back to the man he'd so admired when he'd been just a boy of thirteen.
Both men had changed, neither one the same person that had left Reverie, Montana, years apart. Different roads that led them both to Seattle, both to the same nightclub tonight, and into each other's arms. And there was no denying the sparks that ignited between them. At least not in Will's estimation.
He pressed the panel and it swung open. As he stepped into the room, he wondered what Sinn would think of his "command center." He tried to see the room through a stranger's eyes. But Sinn wasn't just any stranger either. He turned and watched Sinn as the older man surveyed his surroundings.
"So this is where you live," Sinn said as he studied the electronics panel and moved forward to peer closer at the state-of-the-art monitors mounted on the wall. "So, you could watch me the whole time. Even when you left me alone." Obviously he'd noted the special lens attached to one of the cameras that allowed Will to see into the room even in complete darkness.
"Yes, I could."
Sinn glanced at him over his shoulder. "You've got all the answers don't you?"
"No one gets hurt on my watch," Will answered. "If I'd thought you were in danger at any point, I'd have been there." He studied Sinn's reddened ass, recalled the feel of his channel bearing down on Will's cock. It was an experience he wouldn't mind repeating. His body started to respond to the sight of Sinn standing here, in his private space.
"I was locked in a closet once," Sinn said as he stared at the screen. "It was suffocating. It was at a party out on the beach. I don't recall how long I was in there. My hands were cuffed, my ankles bound, and I was naked. Fuck, it was hot in there. But I could hear the ocean, and I could hear them laughing, I could smell the pot. They came in one by one throughout the night to fuck me. One by one. Someone was playing the piano and I tried focusing on the music and not thinking about that closet and the stink of sweat and come and weed. When my...patron...finally let me out, he led me over to the piano and said, 'Sing us a song, Davy. Show the boys you have more talents than one to entertain them.' Sinn focused on Will. "You know what they wanted me to sing?"
"No, what did they want you to sing?" Will said softly, his heart breaking.
"Some old Barry Manilow song I didn't even know the words to. They laughed, and had me suck cock for the rest of the night instead. It was a long, long time before I ever thought of singing again after that. It wasn't much later that I finally...that I left. That night I was as close as maybe I'll ever come to wanting to end it all. I thought about that ocean, I thought about walking out onto that beach into that water and just letting it carry me away." He didn't say anything more for a minute. He glanced down at the floor. "I couldn't write home about that, now could I?" he said in a low voice.
"I'm glad you didn't follow the urge to walk out into the ocean. I wish I could have been there for you."
Sinn shook his head. "No, you don't. I thought Charlie and his belt was the worst I'd ever known. I found out there are worse monsters than him. But I survived, I reclaimed the music." He turned around to look at Will. "I reclaimed it, but it wasn't the same. I couldn't feel; well, at least not anything other than rage. I wouldn't let myself feel more than that. None of it mattered. I was going through the motions. Until I saw you tonight in that bar, I thought it was enough. At some level I recognized you, and I knew I couldn't keep going
It had never been Will's conscious decision to track Sinn down. The man had served as inspiration. It was circumstance that had led him right back to Sinn as though no matter what road Will traveled, ultimately it would lead back to the man he'd so admired when he'd been just a boy of thirteen.
Both men had changed, neither one the same person that had left Reverie, Montana, years apart. Different roads that led them both to Seattle, both to the same nightclub tonight, and into each other's arms. And there was no denying the sparks that ignited between them. At least not in Will's estimation.
He pressed the panel and it swung open. As he stepped into the room, he wondered what Sinn would think of his "command center." He tried to see the room through a stranger's eyes. But Sinn wasn't just any stranger either. He turned and watched Sinn as the older man surveyed his surroundings.
"So this is where you live," Sinn said as he studied the electronics panel and moved forward to peer closer at the state-of-the-art monitors mounted on the wall. "So, you could watch me the whole time. Even when you left me alone." Obviously he'd noted the special lens attached to one of the cameras that allowed Will to see into the room even in complete darkness.
"Yes, I could."
Sinn glanced at him over his shoulder. "You've got all the answers don't you?"
"No one gets hurt on my watch," Will answered. "If I'd thought you were in danger at any point, I'd have been there." He studied Sinn's reddened ass, recalled the feel of his channel bearing down on Will's cock. It was an experience he wouldn't mind repeating. His body started to respond to the sight of Sinn standing here, in his private space.
"I was locked in a closet once," Sinn said as he stared at the screen. "It was suffocating. It was at a party out on the beach. I don't recall how long I was in there. My hands were cuffed, my ankles bound, and I was naked. Fuck, it was hot in there. But I could hear the ocean, and I could hear them laughing, I could smell the pot. They came in one by one throughout the night to fuck me. One by one. Someone was playing the piano and I tried focusing on the music and not thinking about that closet and the stink of sweat and come and weed. When my...patron...finally let me out, he led me over to the piano and said, 'Sing us a song, Davy. Show the boys you have more talents than one to entertain them.' Sinn focused on Will. "You know what they wanted me to sing?"
"No, what did they want you to sing?" Will said softly, his heart breaking.
"Some old Barry Manilow song I didn't even know the words to. They laughed, and had me suck cock for the rest of the night instead. It was a long, long time before I ever thought of singing again after that. It wasn't much later that I finally...that I left. That night I was as close as maybe I'll ever come to wanting to end it all. I thought about that ocean, I thought about walking out onto that beach into that water and just letting it carry me away." He didn't say anything more for a minute. He glanced down at the floor. "I couldn't write home about that, now could I?" he said in a low voice.
"I'm glad you didn't follow the urge to walk out into the ocean. I wish I could have been there for you."
Sinn shook his head. "No, you don't. I thought Charlie and his belt was the worst I'd ever known. I found out there are worse monsters than him. But I survived, I reclaimed the music." He turned around to look at Will. "I reclaimed it, but it wasn't the same. I couldn't feel; well, at least not anything other than rage. I wouldn't let myself feel more than that. None of it mattered. I was going through the motions. Until I saw you tonight in that bar, I thought it was enough. At some level I recognized you, and I knew I couldn't keep going
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