The Darker Side Of The Moon
Book 4 of The Black Moon series
Chapter 36: An Innocent Step Forward

Gary's POV – Wednesday 14 October 2015

"Hello?" Aaron's sleepy voice echoes into the phone.

"Am I waking you up?" I ask, checking the clock on my laptop.

It's almost 5pm here, and therefore 11am in Chicago. I thought he would be up by now. Aaron and I speak over the phone once a week, usually at that time of day, so that I can update him on Jeremy's situation.

"Oh, hi Gary! That's okay! If it's you, I don't mind and..." he says cheerfully. "It's time to get up anyway, I have a Sub training in about an hour. How are you two doing?" he then asks eagerly.

"Quite good, to be honest," I reply a bit smugly.

Very smugly actually. I'm really happy about how things are going on here. Of course, they could be better and go faster, but I'm determined to take baby steps like both therapists advised, and it seems to work.

"Is that pride I hear in your voice? Seems like you really took the right decision then, but you'll have to tell me more than last week..."

"I'm happy with the decision I took, indeed, even if it was hard leaving everything behind in Chicago," I reply, and Aaron knows what I mean.

The day I announced him I was going to take Jeremy to live in England, it didn't sit very well with him, to say the least. Aaron has always been fond of Jeremy, he sincerely missed him during his captivity, and he was eager to see him get better, maybe help in his healing. So, learning that his protégé was about to live 4 000 miles away was sort of a disappointment and led to a bit of tension.

It didn't last, though. As soon as I explained the situation, he quickly calmed down. I told him how hard it was for me to leave it all behind, my house, my friends, the country I love, but in the end, it was all for Jeremy's sake. Aaron understood that it was only in Jeremy's interest, and that if it was the solution for him to start a new life, then nothing else mattered.

"Yeah, I know that... How are you coping?"

"On my side, that's okay. I take comfort in seeing Jer getting better. Besides, I'll be in Chicago for a couple of days next week, so I hope you'll be able to free some time so that we can have either lunch or dinner together?"

This is part of the deal I made with my father. He entirely trusts me to work seriously from a distance – I mean, I know my job, right? And I have proved my efficiency over the years – but he was really adamant on me spending a few days in Chicago once a month, so I really need to attend these business review meetings next week. I hate having to leave Jeremy here, but he won't be alone. And one good thing is that I will be able to see some of my friends there.

"You bet I will! Now tell me more! You sound quite optimistic, how is Jeremy doing?"

"There are ups and downs, as expected. But all in all, he's okay. At least he's getting better. This is slow progress, but there's some improvement and this is all that counts."

"Great! How is it going with the new therapist?"

"Really good! I'm thankful Dr. Graaf connected us with her. She's come up with a weird idea for a therapy but I think it could work," I reply, before I explain him briefly the concept of the book writing.

I know that Jeremy's sessions with Dr. Fenton have to remain confidential, like they did with Dr. Graaf, so I have never forced him to recount me what happens there. However, I'm glad he sometimes opens up a bit. I found it a bit strange when he first told me about the idea of writing a book two weeks ago, but I thought it was interesting and encouraged him to ask for more details.

On the Friday, when he told how the therapist conceives it, I thought it was actually great. I wish Jeremy would simply be able to speak to me and let out all that he has on his mind, but he just can't. If forming what he experienced into words throughout a fiction allows him to detach himself from his own sufferance, then why not? It's definitely worth trying it and I'm all for it!

"It sounds rather good," Aaron comments a few minutes later. "I hope it's going to work... Have you discussed it with the therapist?"

"Yeah, I did. I actually called her last week. As much as she can't reveal the contents of her conversations with Jeremy, I still appreciate her advice because it's not always easy for me to handle him or to know how I should react in given situations. And since Jer had willingly told me about the therapy concept, I thought I could discuss it with her and ask for her advice. My only concern was about what I should do if he reacts badly once thrown back into his memories. She said that it might happen indeed, and she advised I should always make sure to keep an eye on him while he writes, just in case, and be ready to comfort him if needed."

"Yes, I guess it might trigger bad memories..."

"Probably. For now, he's been working on a plan that he wanted to discuss with her this afternoon and he'll begin to write once he's ready. I'll set him up in the living room when he does so, this way, I'll be able to watch over him while I work in my study. In any case, I've only seen positive outcomes so far. I can't say he's super joyful or anything like that but for one, he takes it seriously. And then, he's no longer in a state of deep numbness."

"That's great news! Does it mean your relationship is improving too?" Aaron then asks.

"Yeah a bit. He looks more comfortable already. Like I told you last week, we're a bit like teenagers discovering each other," I chuckle. "But that's fine with me. I'm determined to wait whatever time he'll need to take things further."

And that's the truth. After so much time without sex, I swear my libido is running wild now that I have gotten my love back. There are no words to describe how much love I feel for him, and he is so beautiful. I wish I could make the sweetest love to him... Heck! I wish I could fuck him senseless already! But I know I can't. I have lost count of the numerous erections I have gotten while cuddling with him, and if it weren't for my hand and fond memories being so efficient under the shower, I'd be in for a severe case of blue balls.

However, I still see the progress in our relationship. Of course, it is still entirely platonic for now, but ever since we arrived in London, Jeremy has grown more and more comfortable around me, accepting more easily my hugs, kisses and cuddles. I'm really glad he has learned to forgive himself for his so-called guilt, and to get over his supposed filth. Gosh that hurt me so bad to hear him say these things, but drilling the right message into his head seems to finally pay off.

But it's not only that. He himself appears more confident in his initiatives and displays of affection, and this fills me with happiness and pride.

On his birthday, it led to a bit of embarrassment and even the beginning of an anxiety attack when our kiss enhanced what was his first erection in a long time, I believe. Jeremy froze in my arms and I'm glad I immediately recognized the signs. I have gotten to understand him better too as far as his issues are concerned, so it allowed me to quickly react and calm him down the best I could. In this respect, I am truly happy that my comforting words are usually enough to soothe him and once again, it worked quite well.

Overall, this is slow progress, but at least, I feel like we're getting somewhere. Since then, I have been pushing him a little further, going as far as slipping my hands underneath his tee-shirt or even laying them over his backside, but I am striving to go as slow as possible.

"And how do you keep him busy all day long?" Aaron then asks.

"Unfortunately, his appointments with the therapist and the work on his books don't keep him busy all day long. We use the early mornings to do a bit of sightseeing in the capital, so that I can have the full afternoons and evenings to work. On his side, he takes care of most of the chores and cooks a lot, but as I was talking with his parents last week, they came up with a fantastic idea. Since they're planning on visiting us around Christmas, they made a bit of research on things they'd like to see, and as they did so, they read about the LEGO store on Leicester Square..."

"Aww... Is our bricklayer back to play with the colorful little bricks?" Aaron cheers.

"Yup! They remembered he used to love playing with LEGOS when he was a kid and that it might keep him busy. And since they hadn't sent anything for his birthday yet, they asked if I wouldn't mind go and buy him some on their behalf. So on Monday, I took him to Leicester Square and dang! You should have seen him! He was like a kid in the store. They have these huge reproductions of the London underground train and Big Ben. I got him a few sets and indeed, it's been keeping him busy in the late afternoons!"

"That's cool! There's a LEGO store in Chicago too. I'll go grab a few boxes and give them to you next week for his birthday! You'll soon find yourself surrounded by these constructions all over your furniture!" Aaron laughs out.

"Yeah, well I don't mind as long he has occupations!" I reply with a chuckle.

"And have you tried to put him back to working out as well?"

"Not yet, but that's another good idea. I'm missing this too, to be honest. We do walk a lot, but I might enroll us in a gym indeed. Not sure he'll like that since he still lacks real motivation to do things on his own..."

"Use some of your dominance, then... push him a bit. Working out would certainly do him some good. Not only regarding his physical state but also his mind."

"Yeah I'll try that. Anyway, how are you doing?"

"Things are a bit crazy here, but last weekend was amazing..."

"Shit!! I'm so sorry Aaron, I completely forgot it was your birthday last Saturday! Happy belated birthday!" I exclaim apologetically.

"No worries, Gary!" he chuckles. "You know I'm not keen on celebrating my birthday anyway," he then adds a bit tensely.

"But you still said that last weekend was amazing, so what happened? Did someone throw a surprise party?"

"Ugh, no birthday parties!" he snorts. "But I had a few guests who stayed at home and it was great. One was Kayden, an old friend from LA, the one I told you about a couple of weeks ago. He's talking about moving to Chicago, so he visited me for a few days. And I also had friends from New York..."

"Aiden and Zach?" I ask mischievously, knowing full well who these are.

Aiden is a Master Dom who owns a club similar to Aaron's in New York, and Zach is his Submissive, his Baby since they're in a Daddy/Baby kink. I've never had the pleasure to meet them, but Aaron has often told me about the couple and their crazy kinks, and they are actually the guys Aaron was visiting the week Jeremy was found again.

"In the flesh! And as you can imagine, it led to a rather hot evening in one of the new showrooms at the Diamond..."

"I can totally imagine..."

"I'll tell you more next week when you're in town! Especially as I've got plans with Kayden."

"Sounds good! And how's everyone doing? Is Noah getting better? I haven't spoken with Camden in at least three weeks now..."

"Don't worry, Gary, you've got so much on your plate! And Noah is doing great," he trails off with a chuckle. "That little creep is already driving Cam crazy! And this weekend, he's organizing some sort of private exhibition with all his art at Joshua's place. I'm quite eager to see this, the boy is really talented!"

"Take pictures and show me next week then! I'd be curious to see this too!" I reply.

All too soon, Aaron ends up our call because he needs to get ready for the club and it's almost time for Jeremy's appointment with Dr. Fenton, but it was nice talking to him. I truly miss my friends. Of course, I keep in touch with them, but it's not the same as if we could meet every so often. At the same time, seeing how Jeremy reacted when he saw Liam and Noah, it wouldn't have been possible, unless I continued to meet them for lunch sometimes. Anyway, Jeremy's healing is far more important than my own well-being and when I see how much he has progressed over the past two weeks, I know London was the best option.

To be honest, it doesn't feel that bad being back in the country where I was born. I enjoy seeing my parents again. My father is still that old bear, the serious CEO of a successful worldwide company, but I must confess he has quieted a bit on his natural authority and austerity. It was nice to see him spend some time out of his study and with the rest of the family; he was very pleasant with Jeremy and I think he actually likes him a lot.

I know how lucky I am to have such tolerant and open-minded parents. They have always supported me in my choices for a professional career – probably because they were what my old man expected from me – and never failed me after I came out to them. I can still remember the day I told them about my homosexuality... My father simply cocked an eyebrow and my mother gushed over, saying how happy and proud she was to have a gay son. She's weird like that, but I don't complain. I know other gay men have it much harder with their families. Josh once told me about his own experience and I'm glad my parents are the complete opposite to his genitors.

Anyway, even if I didn't mind staying at my childhood home with my parents for a few days, I'm glad to finally be on my own in the Kensington house with Jeremy. I lived here – before my brother did – during the first year after I finished my studies and before my father sent me to the US to expand the company's activity there. I love London, there is so much to see and so much to do. It will be a good excuse to take Jeremy out of the house for other purposes than his appointments with the therapist. I don't expect him to go out on his own so soon, but I don't want him to stay locked inside the house all day long, so I appreciate our morning sightseeing and our strolls.

While Jeremy is with his therapist, I stay in the waiting room and catch up on emails since I brought my laptop. He walks out a bit less than an hour later with a mix of determination, near-eagerness and self-satisfaction on his face. Well, there's still some hesitation too, but that's a nice change all the same. As Dr. Fenton shakes my hand goodbye, she nods and passes me a small piece of paper at the same time, that I discreetly slip inside the pocket of my jeans before Jeremy and I go out.

"You look happy with your session today, Baby," I say lightly while I wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him to my side as we head back home.

Jeremy circles one arm around my waist, holding on tightly. His body is still a bit tense whenever we are out and I have come to understand he is seeking for some safety in those moments. To be honest, I'm glad he feels like this around me. I wouldn't complain about more closeness and it actually helps in the process of making him grow more comfortable around my touches.

"I am! Doctor Fenton said my plan was perfect and a great idea," he says in a tone that is halfway between regular and cheerful.

"Can I ask what this plan implies? Or is that something you want to keep to yourself?" I ask gently.

"If you don't mind... I'd rather not talk about it..." he whispers meekly.

"No problem, Baby. I totally understand. And I love you!" I say warmly, kissing the top of his head.

Jeremy only squeezes me tighter around the waist in answer and that makes me smile. I know he's not ready to say it fully and his me too's or little displays of affection like this one just count as much for me. I also tighten my hold around his shoulders and we walk the rest of the way home in silence. Once back at the house, Jeremy heads to the kitchen to cook dinner while I return to my study to work a little more, and I am finally able to read the note Dr. Fenton gave me.

As discussed, please make sure you watch over Jeremy when he starts writing. I'm not sure it will be necessary as he came up with a really good idea to deal with his writing, but just in case, it might be better if you're around him when he begins.

Well... I wonder what this idea is about, but I guess I'll have to wait for Jeremy to tell me when he is ready. I'll still be careful and keep an eye on him. Later that evening, when I join him for dinner, he doesn't show any particular sign of stress. On the contrary, I find him rather relaxed and I even catch a smile on his face at some point. That obviously fills my heart with happiness.

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Friday 16 October 2015

In the end, Jeremy only started writing this morning, after our visit of Chelsea Stadium. He spent yesterday planning more, like he said, and that was fine with me. On the one hand, I am truly happy to see him involve himself into this book. I love to see him so busy and focusing on what he does. It's like he has found a real source of interest and that certainly helps him. I don't know what he has in mind exactly but as long as it prevents him from brooding inefficiently on his thoughts, I'm happy.

On the other hand, I was not too eager to see him start writing for real. Well, I was, because I'm convinced it might help him but at the same time, it scared me a bit. I wish I would know how his brain works and how he deals with all his planning at the moment, but I am so afraid to see him triggered when he really starts digging into his memories for little details. I'm scared to see him freak out. The therapist said it might not happen but still...

That's why I have kept watching over him for the past two hours. Jeremy isn't really used to using a laptop, and I can tell he is typing very slowly, but he has plenty of time, so it doesn't matter. I also had to show him how to use Word, but it's not that complicated and he quickly got the few tricks I pointed.

At around 4pm, I hear him put away his notebook in the drawer where I know he keeps it – not that I would ever dare lurk at his work, I have too much respect for his privacy in this respect – and start cooking in the kitchen. It's a bit early but maybe he has planned to prepare something that takes time. I focus a bit more on the spreadsheets I am working on right now, barely paying attention to the noise of pans and dishes in the background. Yeah, this is not yet the Jeremy who used to scream hard rock songs while he was cooking, but there's still some progress. Then I'm in a conference call a bit later when he settles on his LEGO Tower Bridge construction.

It's almost 9pm when a light knock echoes on my half-opened door, and when I raise my eyes from my laptop screen, I am met with a timid young man with a small smile and a light blush.

"Do you think you could take a break now?" he asks in a small voice. "Dinner's ready..."

"Sure! Sorry, I didn't see time fly!" I reply warmly as I stand up, which earns me a bigger smile.

Now that I pay more attention, the delicious smell of chicken in a curry and coconut milk sauce reaches my nostrils, and when we walk into the dining room, I notice that there is also steamed rice. One of my favorite dishes!

"Wow... I'm impressed. Thanks for cooking this, Baby," I say warmly, sneaking a hand at the back of his neck and leaning down for a swift peck. "It smells great and that's really one of my favorite meals, so now, I'm starving!"

This makes him smile again and we enjoy a really pleasant dinner, talking about what we are going to do over the weekend.

Well, I will have to work a bit to prepare my meetings in Chicago, but we will still have time to visit a bit more of London. I might arrange a dinner cruise on the River Thames to add a bit of romanticism and a long stroll along the river banks by Tower Bridge, hand in hand. Jeremy seems to like the idea, and even shows a bit of enthusiasm, but I can tell from the dark shadows in his eyes and the tension in his body that something bothers him at the moment. I hope it's not about what he wrote this afternoon, though I doubt it because he looked relaxed earlier.

"Gary... Do you remember... the first time you went on a business trip and left me alone... back in the days?" he asks hesitantly at some point.

Well, yes, I mostly remember how the Submissive he was at that time fucked up by meeting some of his old friends without telling me and how he got punished when I found out he had gotten late to work the following morning. I guess that's not what he is referring to, though, and I wonder where his thoughts are headed.

"Do you remember how you took me to the theatre to watch a movie the weekend before you left?" he clarifies with a little glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Oh, I remember that too! It was our first real boyfriend-date.

"Yes, I do... We first had dinner in a restaurant and then went to see The Social Network. It was a nice evening..." I reply, witnessing a light blush spreading over his face. "Funnily enough, it was exactly five years ago... Would you like to go watch a movie this weekend?"

Jeremy's blush deepens a bit and he begins to writhe on his chair awkwardly.

"Yeah... that would be great... before you leave me here and go to Chicago..." he replies meekly in a tone that clearly shows he is uncomfortable.

"I'm not leaving you alone, Jer... It's only for three days and you'll stay at my parents' while I'm away. My mother promised she was going to show you around," I reassure him.

"Oh yeah, I know! Don't worry, I know I'll be fine..." he adds more cheerfully but his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

Jeremy carries on telling me about a movie called The Intern that recently came out in theatres and that he would like to see. It's a comedy starring De Niro, so I should hope it's quite okay. After dinner, he insists on clearing up the table on his own while I return to work a bit more, but I can't seem to focus on my tasks as my mind keeps straying back to my love's uneasiness during dinner. I kind of like this shy Jeremy, but I'm truly missing the boy full of self-confidence and mischievousness I used to know. I do hope he will return at some point, but it doesn't prevent me from loving him and this is how once again everything clicks in my head.

He is not ready.

He's not ready for me to leave him alone here in England while I travel to the US. Even if that's only for a few days. Even if he will be surrounded by my mother's affection.

Mom fell for Jeremy. She had met him once before in the US and she already liked him, but what happened to Jer, his disappearance, truly affected her. She was horrified when I broke the news after Noah's rescue, and deeply touched by what he had to endure. Getting to know him the first week we were in the UK, she sincerely enjoyed his company and I know she would take great care of him in my absence.

Yet, it might not be enough for Jeremy. I don't need to know the exact reasons for his fears, seeing the tension in his body is enough and I hate that.

As usual, I make decisions very quickly. It's barely 4pm in Chicago, so it is still time to rearrange things. I send an email to my personal assistant, asking her to cancel my flights and to make different arrangements. I send another one to my leadership team to inform them I won't be present at the two-day meeting next week, at least not physically, but that we'll proceed differently. I'll deal with my father later. In any case, I'm sure he won't mind too much. I also send a note to Aaron to cancel our plans, and once that's all done, about an hour later, I switch off my laptop. I still need to prepare things for next week, but I can do this over the weekend.

Jeremy is just walking out of the bathroom when I walk into our room, ready to go to bed. He looks tired and I am too, so this is going to be an early night. After my quick evening routine, I join him in bed, only wearing pajama pants because we forgot to turn off the heater this morning and it's way too warm in this room. I actually like how Jeremy's face brightens up with a weird expression when he sees me. At least, it's not discomfort, so I don't bother changing my mind and roll on my side to face him.

"I cancelled my trip to Chicago," I say bluntly.

"Why!?" he exclaims. "Is it because of me?"

"Partly," I reply.

I'm not one to breed too many lies and there would be no point hiding my thoughts to him. It is too obvious that I took my decision after our conversation.

"I don't want to leave you alone so soon..."

"Gary... I don't want to be a burden... And as you said, I won't be alone. I'll be fine with your mother. And you need to attend these meetings... and weren't you supposed to see Aaron?" he stutters.

"I'm sure you'd be fine with my mother, but all the same, I think it's too early to leave you here. Maybe I'll go next month, we'll see. Don't worry about Aaron, I'll see him next time I fly to Chicago. And please don't say you're a burden because you're not!" I say a bit more firmly. I hate that he should think so. "I can deal with these meetings from a distance anyway. I've asked my assistant to arrange a video conference and we can use a webex to share the files. That's really not a problem, so don't you worry about anything."

"Really? Are you sure about this?" he asks, blushing again.

The relief spreading on his face comforts me in my decision, though, making me smile warmly.

"Absolutely."

"Thank you!! You're really the best..." he then says, leaning forward until his lips reach mine.

Our lips part, allowing our tongues to meet and taste each other, and that is worth any trouble that my cancellation may enhance. Feeling elated by his sudden spontaneity and the way all the tension leaves his body, I circle my arms around his waist and bring him closer to me. Somehow, he finds himself sprawled over my body, with his arms wrapped around my neck. His eyes are closed, and I can't really decipher his expression or what he feels, but I definitely register a brand-new heat in our kiss. A fervor that makes one of his hands shyly run over my chest, softly caressing my pectorals and lingering a bit on my nipple.

My cock obviously springs to life, twitching in my pants, but what scares me a bit is the reaction in his own pants. I can't help remembering how he panicked a bit two weeks ago when he had his first erection and how I had to calm him down. My fear is silly since that has happened a few times again since then, during cuddles, but here, I can't deny that our kiss is much more passionate and contains more passion than usual. However, Jeremy doesn't seem to be bothered so I quickly relax and even roll us over so that I can hover over him.

Shit! How I would love to strip him of his pajamas right now and make love to him!

I am craving to rediscover his beautiful body, feel the softness of his skin, taste it as I worship his body with kisses, lick his adorable nipples, and pleasure his anatomy...

Keep in control, Gary. You can't go that far and so fast!

Sadly, I know I can't. Or rather, fortunately I know I can't. I might throw him back into his shell and lose his trust in me if I went overboard. And yet, his caresses encourage me to hold him tighter and deepen the kiss. Fuck! It feels so damn good, I might explode in my pants! The fact that his hands wander further to my waist now, lingering close to my erection doesn't help. His hips even bulk upward, making our crotches meet. I don't know what's going on with him, but I truly appreciate his renewed ardor.

As if on cue, Jeremy suddenly freezes, as if he just realized what we are doing. A little whimper even echoes through our kiss.

"Shh Jer... it's okay, Babe... relax..." I try to soothe him.

I leave a tad bit of distance between our bodies, but I still keep him in my hold, only kissing his jawline now. I also slightly shift to the side, only leaving one of my legs between his.

"I'm sorry... I can't... I'm scared..." he breathes out, almost sobbing.

"Shhh Baby... Don't worry, we're not going there yet..."

"I trust you but... I just can't..."

"Baby steps, Jeremy... that's what we're doing..." I whisper, my forehead against his.

As he relaxes a bit, I allow my right hand to wander along his side, my fingers softly brushing his skin. I can totally understand the conflict happening inside his head. I know how scared he is. I'm aware of his self-disgust and his guilt, but I am working on this, reassuring him every so often. I need to show him that he is wrong thinking that. He's not dirty and he is beginning to accept this idea. And he deserves to rediscover what sexual pleasure is. Bit by bit.

"You know you can trust me, Baby... Let me teach you how to accept pleasure again..." I continue as I can feel his erection straining against my hip.

As tension slowly leaves his body again, my lips return to his and my hand wanders a bit lower, caressing his hip for a long moment in circles. Said circles surreptitiously widen and soon enough, my thumb even reaches his groin, making him whimper. This is not a whimper of protest, though. More like a needy moan. My own erection is painfully hard right now, but I'm glad to see I still have all my self-control.

"I love you, Baby... Just allow your body to enjoy... Relax..."

I keep saying words of comfort and encouragement as my hand gets more and more daring, ever so slowly going closer to his hardness. Jeremy whines a bit but his own hands running all over my shoulders prove me that he might be ready for a little more. The palm of my hand eventually lays over his scrotum and I gently massage his balls, causing him to moan louder and louder. I can feel his hard-on twitching and just as my fingers finally rest over his pajama-clad erection, his body tenses with strength, his hips buckle up and a shrieking moan escapes through our kiss. The front of his pants is suddenly wet with a warm substance while he reaches what seems to be a powerful orgasm.

Before he can panic, I ignore my own desire for release as well as the huge satisfaction in my chest, then roll us to our sides, hugging him tightly against my body.

"Yes, Baby... Just let your mind process how good it feels... I'm so proud of you, my love... I love you so much..."

Jeremy sobs against my chest for a few minutes, but my words of comfort quickly soothe him, and he falls asleep a few minutes later, exhausted by what he just felt. This wasn't much, and we're certainly far from the end of the tunnel, but to me, this was a huge step forward. An innocent step forward.

Thinking back, it was a bit risky and I can't deny I got carried away by my desire to take things further, but I am so happy with this new improvement!

Now I hope it's not going to backfire tomorrow, but I am prepared in any case. I'll be here to reassure him because I know I will have to let him digest this new step for a while. I already have ideas of how I am going to take things further in the future, which includes slowly giving him less privacy in the bathroom for instance and repeating what happened tonight. I know he is not close to returning the favor, but I don't mind. I'll just keep on using my hand for now, like I am about to.

Thank goodness, I really feel like we're moving forward at last!

As silently as I can, I get off the bed, switch of the light and return to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. My erection is painfully straining underneath my pajama pants, and seeing how this little session has aroused me, there's no way my little soldier is going to deflate on its own, so I free my junk and wrap my fingers around my girth, leaning over the toilets. The bliss on Jeremy's face instantly flashes in my mind and it only take a few strokes to throw me over the edge. My orgasm has me shivering and wobbling on my knees, but it feels so damn good!

I'm just about to return to bed when I hear my phone vibrate with an incoming text on the nightstand.

Tony Jacobson – Sorry to disturb you so late. Please call me when you get the message.

Shit! Tony's messages rarely bode great news, but who knows? Maybe they caught that motherfucker of Andrei!

Jeremy is fast asleep, so I grab my phone and get back downstairs to call Tony.

"Hey Tony, it's Gary..."

"Good evening, Gary. Sorry to disturb you so late at night, but I have some important information for you and Jeremy..." he says. "Fabio Lipia is dead."

The news is kind of a shock to me, even if Tony hasn't said anything about the circumstances. The truth is that we were waiting for a date for his trial, something that should have been confirmed to us in the coming days. I had pushed this to the back of my head, thinking that I didn't need more stress at the moment, and yet, I knew we'd have to face it at some point. I truly feared Jeremy's reactions once we'd have to fly back to the US to have him testify.

"What happened?" I ask after a few seconds of silence.

"They're not sure yet. They found him dead in his cell this morning, but they're going to run an autopsy. It looks like an overdose of the tricyclic antidepressants he's been on since the incident in Seattle. I don't have more details so far, but I'll keep you updated. Just wanted to let you know."

"Okay... Thanks, Tony..."

We exchange a few more words and I update him on Jeremy' state too, but my mind keeps drifting to the news that Tony just broke. I can't help wondering how Jeremy will react, because that's not something I can keep from him. I will have to tell him.

For now, all I keep in mind is that there won't be a trial. As much as I would have preferred that the bastard faces his responsibilities and pays for his crimes, I can't deny that this is going to ease my life in the foreseeable future. We will probably have enough to deal with when the other fucker's time comes.

Published on 24 March 2018

Another positive chapter that I hope you enjoyed! It was very innocent, but in the next one, our teenagers will take another step forward, sexually speaking ;)

I'd like to thank JaneyJordan for the LEGO idea, especially as it turns out to be a nice wink to my friend Fhanth ! Talking about Fhanth, I'm sure most of you have recognized his characters Aiden and Zach, and if you haven't, you should totally read The Birth Of The Blue Phoenix which is almost completely published (after you've read The Phoenix's Hypothesis first).

In the timeline of the Black Moon series, we're just before the surprise birthday party that the Subs organized for their Doms and Kayden is the character who was introduced in the second epilogue of TM, the guy who will become Aaron's second-in-command...

A quick note for those who follow the rewriting of I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars: I haven't posted new chapters this week, but I've written quite a lot. I'm just retaining the new chapters until I reach the end of the small drama with Mark's father to make sure I haven't forgotten anything and that it's all coherent, so you'll get all the new chapters all at once when they're ready.

Lastly, the next few weeks might be a bit hectic for me between work and my upcoming move. I'll try my best to keep updating twice a week, but please bear with me if there's a bit of delay.

With that, enjoy the weekend and I hope to see you on Tuesday for the next chapter!