The Rebel (Red's Tavern 2)

“I’m gonna come, Liam—” I said. The image of him wouldn’t leave my mind as he spoke to me on the other end of the phone and I began to feel myself losing control.

“Please come, Red,” he said. “I want to hear it. Come for me like I know you can, because I’m losing it right now, too—”

“Fuck,” I whispered as sensation pooled in the base of my cock and I came, so hard I felt it hit my chin. I couldn’t process how fucking hot it was hearing him speak low into the phone, right into my ear, and how badly I wished he were next to me in this bed.

As my muscles went slack the phone dropped to the pillow beneath me, and from a few inches away I could hear Liam let out a long, slow moan, the same kind he used to make when I was deep inside him.

He was coming. And I wished I were there to take all of it, to drink him down, to hold him as he caught his breath.

My heart slammed in my chest. My head was spinning and my whole body hot as I reached over and grabbed a fistful of tissues, cleaning myself up. I breathed deep and brought the phone to my ear again, lying back on my pillow with my eyes shut.

I had no idea what to say, but I could hear him breathing, and right now, that was enough.

“Holy shit,” Liam said after a minute had passed, and I heard him sigh.

“I know,” I said.

“I came really hard,” he said.

“Naturally.”

“I mean… even more than usual.”

Liam was known in the gay porn community for his cumshot videos. He tended to come very hard and come a lot, and plenty of people were into that. He had many solo videos online that featured him jerking off either onto himself or onto other guys, and all of them had thousands and thousands of views.

And I knew for a fact that it was all real. He’d come even harder when it was behind closed doors, actually.

“Thank you,” I said, not really knowing what else to say. “I can’t believe you answered the phone this late, and I’m an idiot for calling so late, but I definitely forgot about my nightmare.”

“I’m glad,” Liam said. “And… you don’t have to do the video. I’m not going to be offended if you don’t, Red.”

“Excuse me?” I said. “Liam, you know me better than that.”

“What?”

I turned over in bed, smiling a little as I cradled the phone against my face. “You seriously think that I would agree to do anything I didn’t actually want to do? Have I ever done that?”

He puffed out a small laugh. “I guess you never do.”

“You’re damn right about that,” I said. “I quit doing things I didn’t want to do a long time ago, and I don’t plan on starting again now. I’m nearly forty years old.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “I understand.”

“So when I told you I want to do the video, I meant it,” I said. “I’ll do the video for you. You’ll pay me, probably way too much money. And we’ll both benefit from it.”

“I’m sure it’ll help me more than it helps you, but… thank you, Red.”

“Never really have been able to stop myself from helping you,” I said.

I stood up and padded over the cold hardwood floor toward the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water.

He let out a long breath. “Hiding out in Amberfield is turning out to be a lot different than I expected.”

“Hiding out?” I asked. “I thought you just brought your ass all the way out here to bug me again.”

He snorted. “Bug you, huh? Is that what you call the thing we just did?”

I hummed. “No, I call that hot as fucking hell,” I said. “But seriously. What do you mean, hiding out? I thought the stuff with your ex-boyfriend was over.”

“It’s a long story,” he said after a short pause.

“Everything’s okay, right?”

He hummed in response and I heard him yawn. “I suppose it is,” he said. “It’s not a big deal, though.”

“Hey,” I said. “Talk to me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t do that, Liam,” I said.

“Don’t do what?”

“Diminish what you are feeling,” I said. “You always used to.”

He sighed. “I guess that’s kind of what all the drinking and partying was in the end, right? Diminishing what I was feeling.”

“Sounds about right,” I said.

“I’m not in any mood to complain to you right now, Red,” he said. “It’s stupid.”

“I guarantee you it isn’t stupid,” I told him. I chugged the rest of my water and headed back to bed, slipping underneath the sheets.

He yawned again. “Maybe I’ll tell you sometime when I’m not about to pass out.”

I couldn’t help but smile. That was another undeniable fact about Liam. when he was tired, there was no pulling him back. He loved sleep, and he could easily do it for twelve hours at a time.