Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2000 19:54:22 GMT
From: Irda Majere <jack_kea@hotmail.com>
Subject: Master and Apprentice

Hey y'all!! This is a short story I've been working on for AGES, and I hope
you all like it. Feel very free to write to me with your comments, they will
be greatly appreciated. The address is jack_kea@hotmail.com. Look forward to
hearing from ya!!

Disclaimer: It's fiction. Don't read if you shouldn't.  This story is not
intended to imply anything about the sexuality of any celebrity mentioned.


Master and Apprentice
by Irda Majere


George Michael sighed as he looked
around the club. He hated these showbiz parties. They were full of annoying,
uninteresting people who were unfortunately very interested in him and
insisted he'd talk to them, just so that they could say they'd been "hanging
out with George Michael". 'I need another drink,' the superstar thought
glumly as he made his way over to the bar.

"Double gin, thanks," George
said with a fake smile to the pretty young girl serving behind the bar. She
had this air of 'I'm working in The POD and meeting lots of famous people!'
about her, and it was really getting on the singer's nerves. Well, most
things were getting on his nerves that night. The girl handed him his drink
and he paid up, letting her keep the change. She flashed a smile which was
highly exaggerated, and George quickly left before the urge to grab her and
shake some sense into her became unbearable.

The singer continued scanning
the club for signs of someone worth talking to while sipping his drink, his
other hand resting in his pocket. He was looking quite good, even if he said
so himself. He was dressed in a dark blue Gucci suit he'd bought recently,
and was already very fond of. His well-trimmed beard and dark glasses set
the look off perfectly, and he was pretty sure he would get lucky tonight.
He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about Kenny, but oh well. What he
doesn't know can't hurt him, right? 'Sorry, baby, but I'm bored to death,'
he apologized in his mind. 'Maybe getting laid will save me.'

Now the pop
star started looking around the room again, looking for something completely
different; not for someone to talk to but someone to have quick, meaningless
sex with. He was in the mood for a challenge, a straight guy
perhaps...

Just then, his prey walked in. The moment he saw the
good-looking, young man, George knew he was going to get him naked before
the night was out, by hook or by crook. He watched the blond singer as he
looked around the club as if searching for someone. 'I hope he doesn't have
the wife with him,' George thought as he began walking towards the younger
man. As he came closer, he discovered his prey was on his own that night.
'Who died? Those two are usually stuck together.' The blonde hadn't noticed
him yet, so he called his name.

"Ronan!" he called, making the pop star
turn his head. When he spotted his idol he smiled broadly.

"Long time, no
see!" he said warmly as he shook the older man's hand. George smiled back.
Little did Ronan know that his famous friend was undressing him in his mind,
thinking about all the things he'd been wishing for ever since he'd met the
sexy blonde. 'If he could read thoughts, he would probably faint,' George
thought to himself, his smile still on his face as he listened to Ronan go
on about his wife being away for some reason or another. Just when he had
fastened the handcuffs around the younger man's wrists, he heard someone
calling his name.

"George, are you still with us?" It was Ronan,
unfortunately with his clothes on and the object of George's desire tucked
away safely in his pants. He had apparently asked George a question, but the
latter had been too busy getting a hard on to hear it.

"Sorry, I dropped
out there for a moment," he apologized, "what were you saying?"

"I asked
if you'd seen any of the boys around. I was going to meet Steve and Eloy
here, and I think Keith was coming too. Have you seen them?" George replied
that he hadn't. "Oh, well, they'll turn up sooner or later," Ronan said,
thus dismissing the subject.

It amused George immensely that even though he
and Ronan had met several times; the younger man was always a tiny bit star
struck around the older man. George had read in an interview in some
teenybopper magazine or another that he was the blonde's life-long idol, and
he toyed with the idea whether that might come to his advantage. Then
suddenly something in his head spoke up: 'Get a grip, Georgey boy, you don't
have a chance in hell with this one. He's straight as an arrow and happily
married to boot.' But the singer had made a decision, and not even The Voice
of Reason which tended to rear its ugly head once in a while would get him
off it.

"So, can I buy you a drink?" George asked the younger man with his
most engaging smile.

"Sure, if you insist!" the latter replied
cheerfully.

"Absoloutely," George said as they made their way over to the
bar. The elder decided that it would probably be best if Ronan consumed a
considerable amount of alcohol before he started making a move, so George
ordered drink after drink and soon the younger man was even more cheerful
than before.

When George was convinced that Ronan wasn't entirely in his
right mind, he began honing his plan, finding answers to questions like: How
would he convince Ronan to accompany him to his hotel room? What reason
could he possibly give?

But as he considered this, Ronan suddenly asked:
"Hey George, I've been recording a few songs back home and I'd really like
you to hear them. Your opinion would mean a lot to me, y'know," he said with
inebriated enthusiasm.

'Perfect,' George thought gleefully, 'just perfect.'
Under normal circumstances he probably would have politely refused, but he
wanted this boy BAD. "Sure," he replied instead, "that would be great!"
Ronan smiled widely and stood up to leave. George followed him out of the
door and into a taxi waiting in a cue outside. Ronan gave the driver his
address and off they went.

Once in the house, Ronan lead the way down to
the basement where his home studio was situated. George made some polite,
almost automatic remarks about how nice the studio was and Ronan accepted
the compliments smiling. 'He's obviously quite proud of it,' George thought,
amused. He kept forgetting how young Ronan was, compared to what he had
accomplished in the music world. 'He must have quite a character, being able
to handle it all.'

Ronan had gone upstairs to make coffee, and while George
sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return, he started wondering how to make
his move. He couldn't really grab him and tear his pants off. George sighed.
He was getting too old for this. Seducing young, beautiful, straight men
just wasn't as easy as it used to be. The right thing to do would be to
forget all about it, listen to those tapes, nod approvingly (whatever they
turned out to sound like), return to his hotel room and give Kenny a
call.

No! He'd promised himself he would do this, and he was a man who
always tried his hardest to keep his promises, at least when it suited him.
Just then Ronan returned with two cups of coffee, and a gorgeous hairy
chest. George noticed immediately that Ronan had remove his jacket and
unbuttoned his shirt almost half the way down, revealing the totally
touchable, white chest. Ronan handed the older man his mug, sipping gingerly
on his own steaming drink.

"Ahh," he sighed. "Just what I needed." George
smiled in reply as he took a small sip of the coffee. He hadn't really
wanted any, but hey, you have to be polite to people you were about to
seduce. He glanced up at Ronan. The blonde was just standing there, drinking
his coffee and staring directly at George with a look the latter couldn't
quite read.

Then, without a word, Ronan set his cup down on a table before
starting to unbutton his shirt, never removing his gaze from George's eyes.
It had been a long time since George had been so surprised and so completely
turned on. After loosening the last button Ronan slid his shirt off his
shoulders and placed himself astride on the older man's lap.

"God," Ronan
breathed, "I've wanted to this for such a long time." He placed his left
hand on George's face, his palm covering the bearded chin, and leaned in for
a deep, sensual kiss.

As they kissed, George ran his hands up Ronan's bare
back, marveling at the softness of the creamy skin which covered the
beautiful body. Ronan used his right hand to loosen George's tie, eventually
moving the left one down to unbutton the older man's shirt. Once the shirt
was out of the way, Ronan ran his finger's tenderly over George's nipples,
pinching them painfully before leaning down and taking each in his mouth and
biting on them, again calling forth the irresistable feeling of pain and
pleasure.

Then suddenly Ronan stopped and stood up. George almost cried out
from the sore loss of the warm body in his arms, but swiftly recovered when
he saw Ronan remove the rest of his clothes, eventually ending up completely
naked and sporting a raging hard on. George's eyes were transfixed on the
beautiful organ as Ronan slowly walked towards him. When he stopped, George
was face to face with the object of his desire and he quickly engulfed it as
if someone was going to take it away from him if he didn't capture it
immediately.

Ronan groaned and painfully pulled at George's hair as the
older man serviced him greedily.  Then suddenly Ronan slammed his member all
the way down George's throat, cumming inside him with a roar. He didn't
remove his softening cock from George's now-spent mouth until he'd swallowed
every drop. Once he did, he pulled George up to his feet.

"Let's go to
bed," he breathed into George's ear as he grabbed his belt and led his lover
up to the bedroom, still butt naked. His round, firm ass looked so inviting
to George, he prayed Ronan would give him a piece.

They entered the large
bedroom and Ronan immediately started stripping George of his clothes,
impatiently discarding them on the floor in a pile. Then he pushed George
down on the edge of the bed before again placing himself astride the older
man's lap. Planting his lips on George's, he wrapped his hand around his
lover's shaft and placed it at the entrance of his hole.

He broke the kiss
and asked in a husky voice: "Do you want it?" George was too horny to speak,
he just nodded eagerly in reply. Then, without further ado, Ronan slid the
hard member inside of him, making George throw his head back in pleasure. As
he worked the older man's cock, Ronan took George's tongue into his mouth
and sucked on it in a way that effectively sped up George's climax.

Before
long, George shot his load inside his younger lover, making Ronan squeeze
his shoulders painfully, and so adding to the older man's
pleasure.

Catching his breath, Ronan lay his head on George's shoulder.
"God, that was good," he whispered. He raised his head and looked into his
lover's eyes. "Did you enjoy that, Georgey?" he said as he took the older
man's hand in his and placed one of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on it
lightly and making George gasp as he nodded in reply.

After a while he
removed George's finger from his mouth and stood up. George could see that
Ronan was hard again, and the sight made his mouth water. 'Damn, I wouldn't
mind another taste of that,' he thought as he watched Ronan stroke his
erection gently.

"Turn around," Ronan suddenly said and George didn't have
to be told twice. He turned around and got on his hands and knees, eagerly
awaiting what he knew was coming. Ronan leaned over him and whispered into
his ear: "Don't know about you, but I like it dry." George smiled inwardly,
it was just gettting better and better.

Ronan placed himself behind his
older lover and without any warning pushed his member to the hilt into
George's ass, making George cry out in pain and Ronan moan from pleasure.


It was a while before the pain began to subside, such was the force of
Ronan's hard, fast thrusts. But once it started lessening, it was replaced
with an incredible amount of pleasure. Ronan let out a loud groan as he
came, and when he'd removed himself from George's tunnel, the older man felt
him clean up the mess he'd made with his tongue, the incredible feeling
making him collapse onto the bed.

When Ronan had finished cleaning the
older man up, he sat up on the bed and George turned aournd to face him.
"Thank you," George whispered with a smile. Ronan grinned back and lay back
down, pulling George on top of him.

"My pleasure!" he said before planting
a kiss on the older man's lips. But as they kissed, someone suddenly burst
into the bedroom.

"What the fuck!?" the intruder yelled. George had barely
managed to turn around to face the enraged man when he was pulled off the
bed and thrown onto the floor.

"Areq, be nice!" Ronan scolded as the man
called Areq stormed over to where George lay huddled on the floor, so scared
he was close to wetting himself. Areq was about to attack the pathetic
looking figure of the superstar, when all of a sudden his clenched fists
unclenched and his angry features softened. It was as if he'd recognized the
man he'd just thrown on the floor, and decided against poverising him.

"You
just thank God you are who you are," he said in an icy tone, "or you'd be a
dead man!" That said, he turned around to face Ronan.

"Baby!" Ronan
exclaimed and jumped into the huge man's arms. "I've missed you so much," he
said as he was engulfed in an equally big embrace.

"Missed you too,
beautiful," Areq replied as he lifted Ronan up into the air, the smaller man
wrapping his legs around the big man's waist. Suddenly he smiled. "You're
naked," he said in a suggestive tone. Ronan's face also broke into a cheeky
smile as Areq gently laid him down on the bed before proceeding to removing
his clothes.

"I'm glad you've kept your shape," Ronan teased as Areq
finished undressing. George's mouth dropped open at the sight of the black
man's naked body.

'This guy gives Tyson Beckford a long run for his money,'
the singer thought to himself as the tall man gracefully placed himself on
top of the blond man lying on the bed. They started kissing, and George
admitted that it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen. Then suddenly Areq's
head snapped up.

"Get out," he said in a low but deadly voice, and George
dared not but obey. As he hurriedly gathered his clothes and exited the
room, the couple was already at it, the sexy moans and grunts coming from
them making George feel incredibly sorry for himself for having to
leave.

On the way to the hotel, George suddenly thought of something. Why
had the big guy spared him when he'd found out who he was? 'I doubt he's a
big fan,' George thought with a small smile.



When the singer finally
reached his hotel room, he lay down on the bed and thought about his
exciting and eventful night. It sure hadn't turned out the way he'd thought;
what with Ronan seducing him instead of vice versa, but he didn't mind it at
all. Sighing, he reached over to the phone and loyally dialled his
boyfriend's number.

"Hey, Kenny!" he said happily as the older man
answered. "How are you baby?"

The End


Hope you liked it! Send all your
lovely comments to jack_kea@hotmail.com
I look forward to hearing from
you!! Oh, and why DID Areq spare him? Mystery, isn't it? :o)