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* * *

Cree finally broke away from filming. On the way to his room, he wished there was a way to calm his speeding heart. Evan had made himself very clear. He didn’t trust relationships with celebrities. David Fowler had fucked it up for all of them. Though Cree didn’t think he’d given Evan any reason to question him, Evan couldn’t get passed what David had done to his mother.

Cree had been afraid to hope that Evan would come back. He’d told him not to, but he’d secretly hoped Evan would ignore the request. Now, outside the door, he wasn’t sure if Evan’s appearance was good or bad. Cree couldn’t deny he was happy to see him, but he didn’t relish the prospect of going through the disappointment again.

He used a key copy to get in. The room was dark and the curtains had been drawn, making it even harder for his eyes to adjust. He reached for the small lamp by the bar and clicked it on. Yellow light spilled into the room and touched the shape of Evan’s sleeping form.

Cree watched him for a moment, almost afraid to wake him in case the reason Evan had returned didn’t have anything to do with picking up where they’d left off. But, Jesus, he’d
missed
Evan. He missed the way he thought about things, and the jokes he laughed at. He missed the little quirks of his personality. He missed kissing him, too.

Cree took a deep breath and blew it out, trying to calm the riot of butterflies in his stomach. Crossing the room, he sat on the edge of the bed when he reached Evan. What would Evan think if Cree snuggled up behind him and held him? Was it possible that arms could miss holding another person? Cree ached to be near him.

He dropped a hand on Evan’s hip. He knew the flight over had to have wiped him out. It had taken Cree two full days and lots of hydration to adjust to normal daytime hours. He shook Evan gently.

Evan moaned, then, seeming to come to, he pushed up on the bed. “Cree,” he said in a sleepy growl.
Cree smiled. That was promising. Not a Mr. Radek, but a Cree. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Evan smiled like drowsy sex. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Toothbrush.”
He scooted off the bed and went for the luggage by the front door that Cree hadn’t noticed until now. Finding what he needed, Evan swung around looking.
“Bathroom’s there. I looks like a louvered closet door,” Cree offered.
Evan disappeared behind it. Water ran for a while before Evan finally reemerged. When he did, it was to come sit beside Cree on the bed. He tucked one foot behind his knee so that he was facing Cree, mirroring Cree’s position.
“How was your flight?” Cree asked lamely.
“Long.” Evan smiled easily. His eyes searched Cree’s. “Worth it.”
The cryptic answer didn’t exactly clear things up.
“You must be hungry,” Cree suggested. “No. Not really.”
“Thirsty?”
Evan laughed. Cree did, too. The awkwardness was palpable.
“No. I drank some of the pitcher water in the bathroom. But thanks.”
Evan fiddled with a wrinkle in his jeans. Cree watched him pluck at the wrinkle and press on it, in stupid fascination.
“Why are you here?” Cree repeated the question he’d asked on the set.
“I want to come back.”
“In what capacity?” Cree needed to know before he said yes either way. He didn’t know if he could work with Evan, considering he couldn’t get Evan out of his mind. If Evan wanted back into his bed, Cree couldn’t be casual about it.
“However you’ll let me.”
Clear as mud. Cree felt the tension return to his shoulders. God, he couldn’t do this halfway shit anymore. “Evan, what do you
want
from me?”
“I want you.”
“As a lover, an employer, a friend, a conquest? I can’t read your mind and you’re giving me nothing to work with.”
Evan seemed to be struggling with his answer. “Fuck it,” he muttered, coming to some unknown decision. “You don’t get anywhere unless you ask, right?”
“I guess,” Cree answered cautiously.
“This may mess up my chances, but it’s all I’ve got.” He smiled nervously. “You were never a conquest, and I fucked up royally to let you think so in any way. I wanted you, but I didn’t believe that a relationship with a celebrity would last. In my experience, the one between my parents didn’t, so I didn’t think it could be different with you.”
“You didn’t trust me.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I was wrong to hold you up to my father’s image and expect you to be the same.”
“Yeah, you were way fucking off,” Cree agreed bitterly.
“I really believed that I was
your
fling.”
Cree made a sound of disgust. “Think about that for a second. When have you known, or read about me, having random sex or random partners? Does that sound like me?”
“No.”
“Then why the fuck would you believe it?”
Evan ran a hand through his hair. “Because you were interested in me, Cree. I’m nobody. I’m an employee who’s convenient.”
“You’re smarter than that,” Cree countered.
Evan nodded. “Because I wanted to believe it, despite the fact that I knew better. It made leaving when I found my father easier if I was your fling.”
“It made you the fucking martyr.” Cree’s heart raced. He was pissed, but they were finally getting somewhere and he wasn’t about to change the direction of the conversation.
“You’re right.”
Several seconds passed between them.
“So what do you want from me?” Cree asked again.
“I want to start over. As pathetic as this sounds, I fell in love with you along the way and I screwed it up. I want a second chance.”
“You hurt me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Evan’s brown eyes looked sorrowful. They also looked hopeful.
“Don’t ever fucking hurt me again.” Cree put his hands on Evan’s thighs and squeezed. “I’m glad you came back. Will you stay?”
Evan cupped Cree’s cheek. Cree leaned into it, closing his eyes, not caring if his tough-guy image took a flying leap out the window. Evan was back.
“I don’t want to hurt you again but, realistically, it might happen,” Evan admitted reluctantly.
“Trust me enough to give me the benefit of the doubt next time. And trust me when family stuff comes up. Trust that I can help, or at least listen.”
Evan nodded, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on Cree’s lips. “I promise.”
Cree tackled him sideways to the bed. “And don’t fucking
leave
me again.” He knew his emotions were on his face. He could hear the thick hitch of tears in his voice and saw that Evan heard it, too.
“I won’t,” Evan whispered. “I’m done being stupid. I love you, Cree.”
“It’s about damn time you did.”

* * *

Cree kissed him. Evan’s eyes sealed happily. Cree was his. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t declared his undying love. That might take time, considering how much Evan had done to shake Cree’s faith in him. Evan was willing to wait, especially if it meant more kisses like this.

Cree’s hands dragged up Evan’s torso, bunching his shirt out of the way and running ticklish fingers over his pits and ribs. Evan’s skin tingled everywhere he touched, wanted to tingle everywhere he missed. Evan raised his arms over his head so that Cree could get Evan’s shirt off.

Once he was free, Cree muscled out of his shirt, too, and they were finally pressed bare chest to bare chest. He’d missed this. Evan loved the way their body’s worked together, the give and take of breathing like this, their bodies in unison. He could feel Cree’s heart as well as he could feel his own.

Evan parted his lips, needing more of the man. It was just as he remembered. Cree tasted like a welcome home. Evan worked Cree’s pants off. Cree stopped kissing to kick off his shoes and socks. It was as Evan was doing the same that Cree suddenly got up and went to the bathroom.

Evan flung his second sock, the last of his clothing, to the floor as Cree came back with lube and condoms.
“We really ought to start keeping those closer to the bed,” Evan mused.
“I haven’t needed to until now, but I’ll keep that in mind. I intend to make sure you stay in my bed every night from now on.”
Was that a commitment or a statement said in the heat of passion? Evan’s heart didn’t care. It felt full because of the words, however they were intended.
Cree’s gaze roamed Evan. Evan stretched out for him to look his fill.
“I love the way you look,” Cree murmured.
Evan stroked his cock, which stood proudly erect. “I think it’s pretty clear how much I like looking at you.”
“I’m impressed.”
Cree climbed onto the bed with him. He lay on Evan, both of them groaning as their naked, hot cocks rolled against each other.
“Do you bottom?” Cree asked.
“I would for you.”
Cree lifted up. “Roll on your stomach.”
Evan did, and Cree spread his legs, forcing the globes of Evan’s ass apart. Evan handed back the lube and hissed when the cool gel touched him.
“Foreplay after?” Cree suggested.
“Isn’t that postplay?”
“Only if we stop there.”
Evan chuckled, but it died the minute Cree began teasing his hole. Cree didn’t take a lot of time. He seemed to be in a hurry, but that was okay with Evan. He wanted that reconnection just as badly. There’d be time later to slow down.
Cree pushed in another finger, tugging on the tight ring of muscles to pop over them playfully.
“Cree, please. I need you.” Evan shivered as tingles raced up his spine and danced around his scalp. If Cree didn’t hurry, Evan might just come.
Cree tugged on Evan’s balls and cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t come. I want to be inside of you first,” Cree answered.
Evan felt a tight binding wrap the base of his cock and restrict his testicles. “A cock ring?” he asked incredulously.
“Of a kind. I MacGyvered it.”
“I’m pretty sure MacGyver never needed a cock ring to save his life.”
“More’s the pity.” Cree finished, slapped Evan’s ass, and continued his anal teasing.
Suddenly Cree pushed in, filling Evan and making him groan. Evan’s body had to adjust, but Cree didn’t give him time. He thrust in again and Evan’s body crawled with need.
“Don’t slow down,” Evan begged breathlessly.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to. You’re damn tight.”
“You’re the first in a long time.”
The words seemed to spur Cree on. Cree pulled out and fucked hard, slamming his balls against Evan’s ass. Evan’s testicles, held immovable by the binding, stayed in place, and Cree’s balls bounced against them, too. Evan fisted the covers.
Cree paused long enough to lift Evan’s ass in the air. Then the fucking really began. The need to come was so great, but the binding held him in check. If it were possible to get fucked all day long by Cree, Evan would want it. He thrust sure and hard every time, and it wasn’t just anyone’s ass Cree wanted, it was Evan’s. He only hoped that would translate to wanting Evan as they worked out their relationship.
Cree bellowed, rocking hard into Evan’s ass as he came. He’d barely finished when Evan flipped him to his back. Kneeling straddled across Cree’s chest, he lifted his bound cock toward him.
“Take it off,” Evan rasped.
Cree sent him a mischievous wink, took Evan’s cock in his mouth, and started sucking. Evan’s mouth hung open in a strangled cry. Cree’s mouth felt so good Evan didn’t want him to stop. But if Cree didn’t stop, Evan’s cock would explode, he was sure of it.
Cree wrapped his hand around Evan’s cock and licked the tip like a lollipop. “And if I say no?”
“You’re evil,” Evan exclaimed, shaking with the need to come.
“If I undo this, you’ll come too fast. Trust me,” Cree told him. “Do you trust me?”
Evan looked down into his clear blue eyes. “I do.”
“Good.”
Cree propped his head up on pillows. He tugged Evan’s cock and Evan scooted closer. In this position, Evan’s thighs supported Cree’s arms and Evan’s cock filled Cree’s mouth.
It was heaven. It was fucking hell. Torture and pleasure rolled into one perfect moment. Cree sucked the cock head, one hand pumping his shaft while the other messed with the area he’d bound. The pressure slowly released and Evan cried out as intense pleasure made his head swim.
He couldn’t hold still. Rocking his hips, he fucked Cree’s hand and mouth, and still the binding loosened more and more until his balls swung free. Restricted until now, and still close to coming, nothing held back the tide of orgasm Cree released.
Evan yelled and cum streaked up his cock and shot in stinging jets from his cock hole straight into his lover’s mouth. Cree moaned his approval. Evan gasped as the last spurts emptied him and Cree swallowed everything he’d been given.
After Cree sucked him off and helped Evan to his back, they looked at each other.
Evan started laughing. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” Cree whispered. He kissed Evan tenderly. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“I should have—”
Cree put a finger over his lips and shook his head slightly. “That’s forgiven.”
Cree curled into Evan’s side, resting his head on Evan’s shoulder. He pressed kisses to Evan’s neck, and Evan hugged him close.
“I love you, Evan. I knew I loved you back in LA and I should have told you then. I was afraid to after we had that fight. I’m glad you came home.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“What?” Cree asked.
“I was afraid I’d have to wait months to hear that you loved me back.” He looked down at Cree. “I would’ve—waited—but I’m glad I don’t have to.”
Cree pushed up to half cover Evan. “I love you. All that stuff with your parents, we’ll work it out together.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You don’t have to ask,” Cree explained. “I don’t have parents. I’m a product of foster care and I wish I’d had a mom who’d taken care of me the way yours did of you. I owe her. She made an incredible son.”
“Then who do I thank for you?”
Cree shrugged, a small smile on his face.
“This thing with my dad could drag out for years.”
“Doesn’t matter. Your mom will be taken care of. It’s what I would have done for mine if she existed. Your dad doesn’t stand a chance against the legal team I can pull together.”
Evan sighed. “They aren’t your responsibility. They’re mine.”
“Evan, I want you in my life and your mom is a part of that. She needs more help than you can give her. Will you let me?”
“But the legal fees could be through the roof.”
“Who cares? I intend to marry you one day, Walker. What’s mine is yours.”
Evan knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he didn’t care. “Will you at least let me keep working for you until that happens?”
“Sure, but we have to keep Brett on as your assistant because I promised Ryan Pierce I’d give him a job.”
“I have an assistant
and
a boyfriend? Cool.”
“Cool? Really?”
Evan pulled him down for a kiss. “That’s Midwestern speak for,
I can’t wait to make love to you again so that you know how much you mean to me
.”
“Oh,” Cree murmured between kisses. He grinned down at Evan. Then, with the famous Cree Radek brow lift, he rubbed Evan’s nose against his own and drew out the single syllable with absolute clarity. “
Cool
.”

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