Page 50 of Diva Pop

Epilogue

“Do you know I’ve never been to Carmel before?”

Jett gazed out at the ocean view from the balcony of the Air BnB they’d rented for a getaway. They planned to drive up the coast in a few days and stay in San Francisco for the rest of the week. Not only were they using the time to relax, but to discuss their eventual move back to New York. He was so done with L.A.

Silas came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Jett’s waist. He smiled and eased back into his Papa’s embrace. In only a few months, he’d not only become comfortable with cuddling and being held by Silas, he yearned for it.

“I’m sure you’ve been to many places while traveling with the band, though, right?”

Jett gave a small shrug. “Sure. But it’s not like I was chilling and sightseeing. I was exhausted doing those tours.” He chuckled, startled by how little the band’s demise had upset him. “I was so caught up in the fame and adoration, the money and excitement, that I didn’t notice it was killing me. I can’t believe what I used to put my body through in the name of stardom.”

Silas nibbled on the side of Jett’s neck, using his teeth to tease the mark he’d sucked up the day before during an all-day marathon in bed.

“Now that you’re free from that life, we can travel wherever you want and enjoy ourselves.”

Jett laced his fingers with Silas’, keeping them wrapped around his waist. “Thank you. Seriously, thank you so fucking much.”

“What for, sweet baby?”

“First off, I’ll never get used to being called sweet—because, who knew?—but don’t you dare stop. Second, I have to thank you for helping me in so many ways. For freeing me from the emotional prison I was in and guiding me so I could be freed of the professional one as well.” Jett twisted in Silas’ arms. “I know that was tough for you, that you were torn between your loyalty to me and your allegiance to your job and your friend.”

“I appreciate that, sweetheart.” Silas brushed back Jett’s hair, the longer waves having a tendency to fall over his eyes these days. “But I did what I felt was right, for you and for everyone involved. Paul’s suit got the ball rolling, so you have to thank him for that part. His lawyer’s aggressive stance made the idea of Charisma giving all of you settlements that much easier.”

Jett brought his arms up to drape them around Silas’ neck. “What should I do next, Papa? I don’t want to keep running my body into the ground and I don’t want to start my own dance studio like Tory and Sean are doing.”

“Well, given what the therapist said about your knee, the rigors of performing on tour is out of the question anyway. However, I still think you’d do great as a choreographer. Clearly, there’s a demand.” Silas chuckled. “I should know after what I went through trying to find a decent one for you guys.”

Jett chewed on his bottom lip. He’d been thinking about what to do with his life from the moment Tory dropped the bomb at lunch that Three Trick Pony would be pushing up daisies soon. His mind had been in a whirl, especially after Silas had given him the news that it was all true, that the band was toast.

And the one thing that resonated with him more than anything was choreography. Over the years, he’d had plenty of ideas for combinations, would make suggestions during rehearsal, only to be shot down. Deep down, he knew he’d be good at it, but the part of him that still festered in insecurity was afraid to try.

“Baby boy?” Silas tugged Jett’s lip from between his teeth. “We’re on vacation, remember? There’s plenty of time to decide what to do next. I’m by your side all the way, Papa bear has you.”

A flicker of something in Silas’ expression caught Jett’s eye. “Is there anything else I need to know? Something bad?”

Silas framed Jett’s face with his palms. “No. Nothing bad, I promise. Do you know how much you mean to me? Truly know?”

“I...I think so.”

All Jett wanted was for Silas to be by his side, no matter what else happened. Not a day went by without Silas making him feel special, reminding Jett that he was important. That was what counted. Not words.

“Jett, baby boy, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. I want you with me forever.”

Okay. Maybe the words mattered, too.

He grabbed Silas’ collar and gave him a big sloppy kiss. “I love you, Papa. So fucking much.” He hugged his Papa tight.

Silas snorted against his neck. “Ah, my colorful baby.” He leaned back then took Jett’s mouth in a leisurely kiss. “Mmm. What’s this under your robe?”

Jett had stepped out of the shower right before Silas returned to the room with some bagels from the little market on the corner. He’d been saving what he was wearing under the fluffy terry robe for after breakfast, but what the hell. He could improvise.

“Oh, a little something I ordered online for our trip.” He pressed Silas’ palm against the purple satin fabric of his panties trimmed in black lace. “Does Papa like?”

Silas let out a low groan. “Very much.”

He fell to his knees, startling Jett. As soon as he mouthed Jett’s hardened length through the lingerie, he almost collapsed. Silas held him tight as he sucked and nibbled Jett’s cock imprisoned by the fabric, licking his way to the edge and pressing his tongue beneath the elastic.

“Uh…” Jett tried to force his brain to work. He cleared his throat. “You can take those off, you know. Might make it easier to blow me, just sayin’.”

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