Dr. Jason Philips thought he lost his actor lover, Ewan Gallagher for good when he left on a plane for Hollywood and never came back to Carlisle, England. But fate reunited the couple as Ewan visits London for a movie premiere. Once again the two struggle to maintain their relationship as they are drawn to separate lifestyles and countries. But it is Jason who takes the leap across the pond to try and convince his lover to return to him and leave the nightmare of debauchery and sexual abuse behind in tinsel town and come back to the safety of his arms once more.
The man jerked his head up and read the number. “I did it again.”
That voice. Like a fingerprint, Jason knew it immediately. “Oh, my fucking God…”
Ewan gaped at him in shock. “Jason?”
“Ewan.” Jason didn’t know what to do. He was covered in sweat and imagined he looked like crap from the work-out.
“How? How the bleedin’ hell?” Ewan seemed to try to figure out the puzzle. He gave up and embraced him, moaning sensually.
As Ewan’s tuxedo-clad arms wrapped around him, Jason closed his eyes in relief and complete wonder. Fate. Once it had betrayed them, here it was, putting them right next door to each other. He hugged this incredible man, groaning despite himself, pressing his excited cock into Ewan’s hips.
Ewan leaned back. “You’re still smashing. Yeah? Exercising? Oh, look at the body on you. Horny as ever.”
“I’m a sweaty mess.” Jason laughed, the blush hot in his cheeks.
“Since when have I minded your sweat on me? Eh?”
“Can you come in?” Jason gestured to his room.
“Yeah. Of course.”
As Jason’s hands shook, he opened the door and showed Ewan in.
“What are you doing here? Did you come to the premiere?” Ewan stood near him, taking off his jacket.
Jason tossed the room key on the table, crossing his arms over his chest subconsciously, feeling intimidated by Ewan’s success. In the past it was more likely Ewan who would be the silent dreamy one of the two. “I was there. Couldn’t get near the place without pushing every maniac out of the way. I even had a flamin’ drunk slapper put her hand on my arse.”
“Then I missed you. Just as I was telling one to get her finger out of my fucking anus, you passed. I was hoping to wave and catch your attention. I was gutted, Ewan.”
Ewan giggled, “Her finger in your anus?”
“Close. Jesus, the things they think they can get away with in that crowd.”
“Aye…well, my handsome doctor, you have my attention now.”
At the seductive comment, Jason went mute.
Ewan stood still, staring at him.
“Right.” Jason tried to think of what to do next. “I need a shower. Uh, you want to call room service?”
“I can, aye. What do you fancy?”
As Ewan said that last line, Jason noticed Ewan’s light eyes flicker to his crotch. “Uh…anything. You know, something light.”
“All right. Beer? Or wine?”
“Wine. Italian red.” The moment Jason said ‘Italian’, his face went felt hot thinking of Ewan’s model lover.
“I remember.” Ewan smiled sweetly removing his bow tie.
“Right.” Jason asked, “You’ll be here? When I get out?”
“I’m not going anywhere, love.”
“Be only a minute…” Jason backed out of the room. “You want to go next door to get into something comfortable?”
“No, I can get comfy here.” Ewan started opening the top buttons of his starched shirt.
Just as he closed the bathroom door, Jason heard Ewan on the phone to room service. He stripped off his workout clothing and stepped under the spray of water, scrubbing as quickly as he could. His mind was going haywire. Where do you start? How do you backtrack twelve months and try to explore what went wrong? It seemed almost impossible to have to bring up that horrible mistake and ruin a lovely night.
Closing the faucets, Jason stood still, dripping for a moment, thinking. When he looked up, Ewan was in the steamy tiled room. His shirt sleeves had been rolled up, his collar opened low on his chest.
Jason moved the sliding doors back to see him.
When he did, Ewan said, “Jason…you are too lovely.”
“No. I’m just a bloody old prat.”
“Old? Compared to whom? The slapper that stuck her finger up your bum?”
“No…to an Italian model,” Jason said sheepishly.
“Oy?” Ewan perked up. “Vee can’t hold a candle to you. You’re only thirty-seven, Jas. You’re joking. Yeah?”
“Vee?” Jason peered out of the shower stall.
“Vincienzo. Vee. He’s nothing. Just an escort.”
“Exactly. Male escort.” Jason shook his head and grabbed one of the white bath towels, stepping out and rubbing it over his head.
The sweet expression on Ewan’s face changed to anger. “Don’t even get us started on betrayal, love. You’ve got me beat, hands down, yeah? Lovely gold ring on your finger.” He nodded his head to it in disgust.
Jason stopped what he was doing and looked down at it. He twisted it off and threw it in the sink. “Means fuck all. Haven’t so much as touched the wench.”
“Wench? You mean, wife, don’t you?” Ewan left the room.
Jason threw down the towel and stormed out, confronting him. “I told you. It was just to get the money. How many times do I have to say it?”
“And do we need the money now, Jason?” Ewan faced him, hands on his hips.
Jason made some small sounds of frustration, running his hand through his wet hair in agony.
“Love, you could have been the one to wait, yeah? One year, and look at me. I’ve got all we need. You had no faith. You thought I would fail.”
“No.” Jason tried to control his emotions. “Inside, I knew you would never fail. You’ve got everything a man needs to succeed. I just was afraid of that success.”
“Afraid?” Even though Jason was naked, Ewan kept it all business for the moment.
“Yes. Look at you. You’ve passed me by. That glorious young bloke that I fell in love with who idolized me… Christ, Ewan, the pining you did over me when you were in my care. Look at the role reversal.”
“You don’t know what you’re bloody talking about,” Ewan said, “You think I haven’t been sick over losing you? Thinking of how to patch the bleedin’ hole in me heart. I tried to contact you. You were bloody moved out so fast, I lost you. You couldn‘t wait to marry. Don’t talk to me about passing you by.”
“I’ve not touched another human being since you left.” Jason’s emotions welled up.
“Right.” Ewan looked skeptical, a smirk on his lips.