The young brunette was sobbing helplessly in his lover's arms. The older man could do nothing but hold the younger man, gently stroking his raven curls. "It'll be ok, baby," he whispered.
"It won't!" the young man sobbed. "I just got you back, and now they're taking you away!"
"Well at least we got some time to work together, right?" the older man whispered. "We can still see each other. With the roster split, the touring schedule's not as hectic. We'll have time at home together."
The brunette shook his head. "But it won't be the same! I won't have anyone to cuddle with during tapings. I won't have anyone to room with. I won't have anyone to talk with while I drive between shows! Being with you made all that driving fun, but now it's going to be hell."
"Aw, baby, don't say that," the other man murmured.
"I have to say that!" his lover sniffed. "It's true. Why did this have to happen? Why did they have to do this to you? I - I should just quit to be with you."
"Sean, you can't do that," the older man told him firmly. "You've worked so hard to get where you are, I won't let you just give it all up."
Sean sighed, still sniffling, his face buried in his lover's chest. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," his lover replied. "I'll call you every night, baby. I don't care if my phone bill is a mile long, I won't go a day without hearing your voice."
"You better call, every single day!" Sean demanded.
"I will baby," the older man promised.
"I'll send you post cards," Sean murmured. "I'll get one from every city we visit and send it to you, just so you know where I've been, and so you don't forget about me."
"No one could ever forget about a man like you, Sean," his lover whispered. It was silent for a moment, the only sounds Sean's sniffling and the gentle glide of the older man's hand still stroking Sean's beautiful curls. "If you get lonely on the road," the older man began hesitantly, "I would understand if you wanted to - to take a lover."
Sean raised his head, his eyes wide. "No! I have a lover. I don't want anyone but you."
"I just meant for times when we're apart for a long time," his lover replied quietly. "A man's body has needs Sean, I understand that. We're used to making love every day, I can't just ask you to stop wanting that."
"Yes you can," Sean stated resolutely. "I love you, and I don't want anyone else. I never slept with a single person before you came back, and I can do that again. I want to, because even the thought of someone else touching me makes me sick. I don't think I could even get it up for anyone else."
"But Sean - " his lover objected.
"No. My mind's made up." Sean wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, giving the older man a peck on the lips. "I'll jerk off three times a day if I have to, but I'll never let another man touch me. Ever."
"God I love you." Sean's lover pulled him into a tight hug, burying his face in Sean's beautiful curls and inhaling their lovely scent. "But baby, you know I love you unconditionally. If you ever change your mind, just tell me before you do anything, ok? I won't mind as long as you tell me."
Sean drew back, smiling softly at the man he loved with all his heart. His fingers played with a lock of long blonde hair, his smile slightly wistful. "You're the most considerate man in the world, you know that?" he breathed.
Mr. Perfect smiled back at the younger man, pulling him back into a hug. "Thanks," he whispered. "We'll be ok Sean. We really will be."
THE END