Paul graciously allowed Gabriel to answer his phone, but his hand wasnt so inclined to behave. It wandered, as Gabriel began to talk, smoothing over the soft delectable skin, tracing ticklish patterns dangerously close to naughty places. Paul had every intention of torturously jacking off Gabriel while he spoke, forcing the man to keep his composure so the other end would not suspect something was amiss. It would be a fun and lovely start to their day of leisure, but then something changed.<br/><br/>Gabriel's soft, languid body went stiff, as rigid as a corpse in Paul's very lap. His hand stopped, frozen on Gabriel's leg as the boy listened to the other speak, his green glassy eyes staring out the windows but not seeing a thing.<br/><br/>Paul strained to hear, disquiet churning in his chest as he waited for the conversation to conclude. It must be something serious and terrible. Nothing less could disturb his angel in such a way.<br/><br/>Paul said nothing as Gabriel hung up and slowly placed the phone down. Shock. The boy was in shock, Paul could read it in his face when Gabriel turned to him and began to speak.<br/><br/><i>'My father's dead.'<br/>
</i><br/>Oh, Paul thought, well then...<br/><br/>He knew exactly what that meant. The background check on Gabriel had been exceptionally thorough. Paul knew just how "complicated" their relationship had been.<br/><br/>"All right," Paul said calmly and gently squeezed Gabriel's leg, "I will book the plane tickets then. Do you wish to leave today?"