The presence of a young woman with a baby was the only thing that kept Beau from mauling Connor in the elevator. Connor’s phone buzzed like a beehive as the kids texted him repeatedly asking for an update.

“If I don’t answer, they’re going to think I’ve thrown myself off a bridge,” Connor said apologetically as they walked down the hallway. “Sean’s not a hundred percent convinced I’m that stable.”

Beau stopped walking. “Would that have anything to do with your hands, the cuts on your face and the fact that you’re moving like an old man?” he asked Connor. He hadn’t been planning on asking what happened. He figured Connor would tell him soon enough.

“Yeah,” Connor admitted. “I kind of spent six hours yesterday smashing bricks into little pieces. Or so they tell me.” Connor gave Beau a tiny grin, possibly hoping it would make the story funny rather than pathetic.

“Oh, baby.” Beau wrapped his arm around Connor’s shoulders. “You’ve had to deal with so much.”

“It’s okay,” Connor assured him. “I’m good now. And before you ask, yes, I made an appointment with the therapist.”

“Good.” Beau held the key card up to the lock and the light turned green.

“Now, can I tell the kids you’ll be coming home?” Connor asked. “Holy shit,” he said as they walked into the suite. “You weren’t kidding.

“I didn’t know how long I’d be here,” Beau explained. “I wanted some space.”

“Well, you got it for sure. You got a fireplace. And a full kitchen.” Connor walked further into the room. “And a living room with a view of the water. Dang, I could get used to this.”

“It’s not bad,” Beau agreed. If Beau had anything to say about it, Connor would get used to this and more. He wanted to spoil the hell out of his strong, hardworking boyfriend and his amazing kids.

Connor pulled off his jacket and sank down on to a couch that faced the windows. They looked out over the bay that sparkled in the Seattle sun. “Nice view,” he said.

“The best,” Beau agreed. He joined Connor on the sofa, intending to pick up where they left off in the lobby. Connor willingly let himself be pushed down to the sofa. Just as he was starting to moan under Beau’s attention, his phone started vibrating almost buzzing off the table under the onslaught of messages.

“We better call them,” Beau said sadly. He sat up.

“Yeah,” Connor agreed. He pressed his hand against the tent in his jeans and hissed. “Just give me a second to get myself under control.”

There was a knock on the door.

Beau opened it to let the bellhop roll his suitcases into the bedroom. As he was pulling some bills out of his wallet for a tip, a second bellhop showed up with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two champagne flutes.

“Courtesy of the hotel,” he said. “Greta at the front desk says happy anniversary.” He took in Beau and Connor’s flushed faces and smiled.

Beau pulled out another ten and handed it to the man.

“No,” the guy said, trying to wave the tip off. “It’s an anniversary present.”

“Just take it,” Connor said. “He’s stubborn as a bull. You’ll never win.”

“Well, if you put it that way.” The man folded the bill and slid in a pocket. “Thank you very much, enjoy your stay at the Four Seasons. If you need anything my name is Adam, and you can call the front desk and ask for me specifically.”

“Will do,” Beau said holding the door open in a subtle hint.

Adam smiled, gave them a little salute and left.

Connor made sure his shirt was tucked in and his hair was moved back in place before picking up the phone and Facetiming the kids.

Beau took the champagne bucket and the two flutes and joined Connor on the couch.

“Well?” Fiona said as soon as the video opened. “What did he say? Don’t keep us in suspense tell us.”

The picture jostled as the phone was yanked down and Benji’s face filled the screen. “Is he coming home, Connor?”

Beau leaned into frame. “I’m coming home, buddy.”

The shrieks and hoots of joy were so loud that Connor held the phone as far away from them as he could.

Peggy and three women Beau didn’t know were there. Connor quickly introduced the smiling dark-skinned woman as Peggy’s wife Valerie. The other two were Dee and Nanette, the two women Connor and the kids had met and the hockey game who had apparently decided to adopt the lot of them as surrogate children. They ooh’ed and ahh’ed as Connor gave them a tour of the suite.

“You’re not going to want to come home after that,” Peggy said when the tour was over.

“Speaking of that,” Beau said, taking the phone from Connor. “We might need a couple of days in Seattle while I wrap up some business. Would that be okay with you guys?”

“Absolutely,” Peggy said. “We’re four adults and four kids. I think we’ll be fine.”

“I’ll talk to you later, kids,” Beau said. “I have to take care of a few things right now.” He handed the phone back to a puzzled Connor.

The first thing Beau did while the kids peppered Connor with questions was to pop open the champagne. He poured two glasses and handed one to Connor.

“Is that champagne?” He heard Fiona ask.

“Yes, it is,” Connor admitted taking a sip. “And it’s delicious.”

Beau pushed the coffee table away from the couch and sat on it. He patted his knee to encourage Connor to lift his foot up. While Connor listened to some rambling story from Benji about Mac and Cheese, Beau pulled his boots off, placing them on the floor next to the table. He then pulled his sweatshirt off over his head. When the material cleared his face and he could see again Connor was sipping his champagne, eyes darting back and forth between Beau and the screen of his phone.

Beau kicked off his shoes, and then took off his and Connor’s socks. He pulled Connor’s feet back up onto his lap, grabbing one with both hands and pressed his thumbs hard into the arch.

Caught by surprise, Connor let out a soft moan before he could stop himself. “What’s that?” He asked Peggy.

“I said, I bought Sean a car.”

Beau squeezed Connor’s other foot, then moved them gently off his lap.

“Peggy! You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Yes, she should have,” Sean called from off-camera.

“It’s just that old Volvo station wagon,” she said calmly.

“Oh. That’s okay.” He looked up at Beau. “It can barely hit sixty-five and it’s as safe as a tank.”

“Is that so?” Beau said pulling his shirt over his head.

Connor nodded, eyes locked on Beau’s chest. He took another sip of champagne, and Beau motioned for him to stand up.

Beau laughed at how quickly Connor shot up from the couch. Taking a drink of his own champagne, Beau knelt on the floor in front of Connor. Connor breathed heavily through his nose as Beau unbuckled his belt and drew it slowly through the loops.

“We’re taking the kids shopping to get decorations for their rooms now that they are all fixed up.”

“Uh, huh,” Connor said, his eyes locked on Beau.

“Look at them,” Beau whispered almost inaudibly and pressed his hand flat over Connor’s cock. “Or I’ll have to stop.”

Connor’s eyes locked onto the phone, but he didn’t say anything.

“Fee, are you going to do some of those ideas we put on your Pinterest page?” Beau asked to cover up the sound of him unzipping Connor’s jeans.

“Yes!” Fiona said. She and Micah started talking excitedly about what they were going to buy.

Beau peeled back the flaps of Connor’s jeans to reveal his cock hard and tenting the front of his black boxer briefs. “Nice,” Beau whispered. He ran his finger over the tiny wet spot that had already formed on the front of the briefs.

“Say something,” Beau whispered, his mouth almost touching Connor.

Connor whimpered, and Beau laughed silently.

“Um, Dee, I, ah, can’t let you do that.”

Beau tugged Connor’s jeans down to his knees.

Fuck, Connor mouthed. He struggled to keep his eyes on the screen. Beau pushed him gently back down to the couch.

“Connor, are you even listening?” Micah demanded.

Kneeling on the floor, Beau pulled the jeans completely off Connor’s legs and tossed them to the side.

“Yeah, sure,” Connor said, eyes dropping back to Connor.

They were almost all pupil, dark and burning, and Beau hoped none of the adults were looking at the phone. With a hand on either knee, Beau spread Connor’s legs.

“Hold on,” Connor said, voice strangled. He reached for his glass and took another sip of champagne. You fucker he said silently to Beau.

Beau laughed equally silent and bit the inside of Connor’s thigh. Hard.

“Shit!” Connor yelled.

“What’s wrong?” Benji asked.

“I, uh, spilled my champagne.”

Beau licked up Connor’s leg from knee to the edge of his briefs. Connor’s cock jerked.

“I gotta go,” Connor said, not even pretending to look at the phone anymore.

“Where’s Beau?” Benji said.

“You can talk to Beau later,” Peggy said, amusement clear in her voice.

Beau lifted the waistband of Connor’s briefs over the head of his dick.

“Fuck,” Connor swore and tossed the phone down on the couch. He clamped his hand on the back of Beau’s head.

“Where’d they go?” Benji asked, voice muffled by the cushions.

Peggy’s laugh came through the speaker loud and clear. “I think they’re busy,” she said. “They’ll call us later.”

“But I wanted—” Benji said.

Beau never did learn what Benji wanted, but Connor was more than happy to tell Beau everything he wanted. Loudly. Repeatedly.

It turned out that given some privacy and a little bit of champagne, Connor was quite the moaner and an extremely bossy bottom. He alternated between begging for Beau’s cock and ordering Beau to fuck him immediately.

With the way the headboard banged against the wall, Beau was surprised they didn’t get a call from the hotel telling them to knock it off.

At some point, Beau called down for room service. Branden smiled when Beau opened the door in nothing but a bathrobe. “Having a nice anniversary?” he asked as rolled the cart in. “Would you like me to set it up in the kitchen?”

“No, this is fine.” Beau tried to hand him some more money, but this time Branden refused.

“Just save it for the end of the week. I’m sure you’ll be seeing me again.”

“Beau,” Connor yelled from the bedroom. “I smell food, bring it in here, I’m starving.”

“Yes, sir, right away,” Beau yelled back.

Branden smiled. “Better go feed your man. And just for the record, the room next to yours is vacant for today.”

“Thank you,” Beau said, making a note to leave the man an excellent tip.

A few hours later, they were soaking together in the giant tub. Connor sat between Beau’s legs, his head lolling against Beau’s chest.

Beau absently ran his hands over Connor’s skin as he tried to make a list of all the things he needed to do in the next day or so. The barest beginning of a plan had started to form in Beau’s head. He needed to talk to his father and their financial advisor, but he thought it might work.

Connor shuddered and Beau realized he’d been dragging his fingers over Connor’s nipple. “Sorry,” he said. Beau had added a collection of love bites and fingertip bruises to the cuts and bruises scattered over Connor’s skin.

“Don’t be. It feels amazing. Though I don’t think I’ll be able to go again until I have a nap and a steak. Maybe two.”

“Me neither,” Beau admitted with a laugh. He kissed the top of Connor’s head. “But this is good. This is great.”

Hmm, Connor agreed. “So what has you so distracted? What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking of buying a hockey team,” Beau said.

Connor twisted around. “No shit?”

“No shit.”

“Do you have enough money to do that?”

Beau shrugged, enjoying the way it made his body slide against Connor’s. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Connor nodded. “I guess we we’ll find out a lot of things in the next few months.”

It was going to be an interesting summer.