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The day after my birthday, I woke up around 9am, because Lucas was calling me and crying in his bed. Rob and I had fallen asleep around 7 in the morning, after a long, hot, passionate, but exhausting lovemaking session, and so I had trouble waking up.
I rubbed my eyes, got up, put a pair of pyjamas bottoms on and headed sleepily toward his bedroom.
I opened his door to see him standing up in his bed, tears in his eyes. He usually woke up naturally around 8.30 so he had probably been waiting in his bed for a while and got tired of it.
"Oh sorry, Lucky, no one heard you," I said, caressing his head and picking him up.
I always called him Lucky because I liked that nickname. It was close to his real name, and he was lucky. He was almost never born. If his parents hadn't been stupid enough to get completely drunk and screw like bunnies against a bedroom wall, he would not be here.
Man, sometimes, what you think is the worst mistake of your life turns out to be the best, most amazing thing you've ever done.
He rested his head on my shoulder and kind of cuddled up to me and I rubbed his back for a few seconds. He was very affectionate, always cuddling and kissing everyone. He was just so adorable. He had the cutest face, fair hair, but so had I when I was his age, so I was pretty sure his hair would get darker, and his eyes were the exact same shade of blue as mine. He had deep, expressive blue-grey eyes.
He wasn't shy or withdrawn at all and well, since he had 7 people to take care of him, he was used to getting a lot of attention. He was closer to me, Rachel and Rob, but he was also very affectionate with the guys, and even people he didn't know actually. As long as he had someone's attention, he was happy.
Rob was his godfather by the way. His godmother was Elaine. Rachel and her were really close. She wanted her sister to be his godmother but decided to ask Elaine because she spent much more time with Lucas than her sister. I just hoped Dylan and Elaine were not going to break up, but they seemed to be truly in love.
I laid Lucas down on the changing table and started changing him as Rachel entered the bedroom.
"Hey, morning," I told her, "I got him, go back to bed if you want."
"Oh okay, I'm not gonna argue with that," she said sleepily and smiled. She gave a kiss to Lucas while I changed him and talked to him and smiled again but not really looking at him, just kind of lost in her own little world.
"Oh my God! You're glowing!" I said, staring at her. She met my gaze but looked away quickly, "You slept with him!" I exclaimed, talking about David.
She shook her head slightly, not sure how to respond, "I don't know what you're talking about," she denied.
"Oh I think you do! I cannot believe you put out on the first date. And it wasn't even a date," I laughed. "Is he still here?" I asked curiously.
She looked at me, and slowly nodded yes, smiling shyly.
"How was he?" I asked slyly.
She smiled, and looked away again, nowhere in particular, "I am so not having this conversation with you!"
I was done changing Lucas and he sat up on the changing table.
"Don't listen to this," I joked putting my hands over his ears.
"Come on, give me something!"
"Mark, seriously, drop it," she begged, but not convincingly enough for me to actually drop it.
"Man, you didn't waste anytime, did you!" I laughed.
"Hey, it's not like I just met him ... and I was sexually frustrated," she laughed, "not everybody has sex ten times a day."
I looked at her, with an expression that said, 'you're exaggerating'
"Just three times yesterday," I told her as if I thought it wasn't enough and smiled.
"I know, I heard," she said with a laugh.
"What? You did?" I asked, shocked and looking at her seriously.
"No!" she laughed, "but you should have seen the look on your face."
I smiled and shook my head. She got me here!
"So, how was he?" I insisted. "You didn't get pregnant, did you?"
She slapped my arm and laughed, shaking her head and then looked at me slyly.
"Fine! You wanna know? He was the best! He did stuff to me that nobody ever did. And we did it twice, and the first time, he made me cum three times."
"Ok ok," I stopped her, "a little more than I needed to know."
She laughed, "and he's big too."
"Alright stop, I was just kidding," I laughed taking Lucas in my arms. "Go back to your room and enjoy the big morning wood then," I laughed again. "I'll watch Lucas, and we're staying in anyway. Rob is punished, he's not allowed to leave the house as long as the closet is not spotless."
"Oh wow finally! I thought you guys were just waiting for "Mr. clean" to come by. We should hire a cleaning lady you know, it'd make things easier."
"Yeah I guess, but still, he's gonna clean this up. I don't want him to become a rich, lazy star who can't clean up his own mess."
We laughed and I headed down the stairs and toward the kitchen with Lucas. I had a quick breakfast with him and we got back to my room.
I gathered a few of his toys and he played on the bed while Rob and I took turns watching him and tried to finish our night. I mean, we had slept, like two hours but we were used to it now. We didn't need that much sleep anymore. It had been a while since we had had a regular 8-hour night sleep.
It had been for me anyway. The past few months in the studio had been pretty tiring, and we usually took a one-hour nap when we just couldn't keep our eyes open anymore. Rob was probably the one who got to sleep the most during the recording though, because it was important for his voice. He often recorded the vocal part of the songs in the afternoon and in the evening and usually slept in the studio or went back home while the rest of us continued working and recorded the instrumental part. He always wanted to stay and work with us because he was as involved in writing the songs as we all were, but most of the time, our producer forced him to go to sleep and rest his voice.
Rob and I kept an eye on Lucas and talked a little but tried to rest as much as possible. I sleepily played with him to make sure he wouldn't get bored and try to climb down the bed because I definitely didn't want to get up, but I was pretty sure he was not going to. He was an easy baby, he didn't cry much and he almost never behaved in a hyperactive way, except maybe when Rob started playing ball with him, but other than that, he was calm, bright and curious. I think he was going to be an intellectual. I could see how he liked playing quietly, learning and discovering stuff more than running around, well, like father like son, I suppose.
Around 11, he cuddled up to Rob and played with Rob's hand for a few minutes before falling asleep again. All three of us slept some more and woke up again half an hour later. I was feeling much more rested. We started to really wake up and resumed playing with Lucas and around noon, Rachel walked into our bedroom.
"Hey, I heard someone got some last night," Rob told her mischievously.
"MARK!!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, you really thought I was not gonna tell him," I said with a laugh.
"Oh God! Please, just don't tell Jordan!"
"So where is the lucky guy?" Rob asked her.
"In the shower," she answered.
"You got him all dirty," he teased her again.
"Rob, you really wanna start talking about straight sex?" she smiled.
He looked at me and made a face, "yeah, what am I doing?" and I laughed.
She sat down on the bed with us and tickled Lucas, playing with him. He laughed and crawled closer to me, expecting me to protect him but I tickled him too so he crawled over to Rob, who did protect him from us.
"Oh" Rachel said, "we talked about Lucas this morning and he sort of started asking questions, so I told him about you two, that's okay, right?"
"I suppose," Rob said with a smirk, "it's not like we can't trust the guys you bring back home," he joked, talking about Ben.
She looked at him a bit confused, she couldn't get it, she didn't know what Ben had done.
"Is he cool with it?" I asked her.
"Oh yeah, he was a bit surprised, but he's cool."
"So you like this guy, um?" Rob asked her.
"Well, I don't know him that well yet, but he's just so nice. I really like him. I don't know if he wants to date, I think he does, so yeah, I think I'd like to start something with him... maybe ... what do you think?" she asked us
"I think he's hot," Rob said with a smile.
She giggled, "he sure is."
"Yeah? Give me details."
"Oh Rob, not you too," she laughed, "just be nice to him, okay?" she told us, and quickly added, "which doesn't mean trying to get into his pants!"
"Hey, what do you take us for?" I laughed. Man, I hoped she was never going to find out that we did get into Ben's pants.
"It's just, he was a bit apprehensive when I invited him. I think he feels a bit intimidated by you," she said, "go figure!" she smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
We continued talking and Lucas climbed down the bed and walked out of the bedroom. We didn't go after him because we were pretty sure he was going to come back. Sure enough, he did a few seconds later with a new toy. I guess he was tired of playing with those on the bed.
"So, you have to clean up the closet today?" Rachel asked Rob, giggling.
"Yeah," he sighed, "apparently, I'm not gonna get away with it," he complained looking at me.
"No, you know what?" I told him seriously, "I'll do it!"
"Seriously?" he asked in surprise and with hope in his voice.
"Yeah," I said and added nonchalantly. "If we have sex with a woman!"
His hope vanished. "Oh god!" he sighed and collapsed on the bed, lying on his back, his face in his hands.
"Still no luck, um?" Rachel asked me I shook my head no and laughed.
"Come one Rob, it won't kill you. We're not that different you know, you might actually like it," Rachel said with a laugh.
"Well, what would you do if your boyfriend asked you to have a three some with a woman?"
"I think I'd do it," she said, firmly nodding yes.
"No you would not! You're just saying that because you want Mark to win this stupid bet!"
"It's not stupid," she said, "I'd also like to see if Jordan has enough balls to actually go through with this," she laughed.
"Well, I really don't give a shit what Jordan does with his ass," Rob said.
"I'm afraid you're not gonna win this bet Mark," she told me.
"No he won't," Rob said decisively. I think his decision was final.
"Well," Rachel said, "if you knew who he wants to do it with, you might change your mind," she told him with a laugh and immediately gasped and put her hand over her mouth as she realized what she had just said.
"WHAT!" Rob screamed in surprise and looked back and forth between me and Rachel.
"HE DOES NOT," he said, emphasizing every word, stunned.
I laughed and looked at Rachel, "Oh god, Rach, he's gonna kill you! You really can't keep a secret, can you?"
"Hey! I didn't tell them that I was pregnant for 5 months"
"You knew?" Rob asked me.
"Yeah," I laughed, "but we're not supposed to know about that."
"Why? what did he say?" Rob asked curiously.
I smiled, "he didn't say anything to me, he said it to Rachel but he knows that I know."
"What did he tell you?" Rob asked Rachel, trying to get her attention because she was now laughing her ass off. She regained her composure and explained,
"He said that he didn't want to pick up a guy in a club that he didn't know, because he didn't want the guy to split him open," she laughed, "and then he said that he wasn't about to date a guy either to make sure it would not hurt too much... so he was like, "well, the easiest way would be to do it with Rob and Mark!" she said and laughed again, "but I don't think he's actually serious about it, we were just joking around when he told me that."
Rob shook his head in disbelief, "I cannot believe him. And he says that we're the fucked up ones," he told me, laughing a little. He shook his head slightly again and seemed to think about it for a second.
"Well it ain't gonna happen cause I'm not having sex with a woman!"
"Oh but Rob, come on, you have to try it at least once," Rachel told him, laughing.
"Why? Why should I?" he asked looking at her straight in the eye.
"Parce que faut pas mourir con!" I yelled and smiled.
He looked at me straight in the eye too and said loudly "NO!"
Damn! told you, nothing worked! Not even fucking around with Jordan!
"Plus, Jordan?" he said, frowning "it's fucked up!"
"I wouldn't mind," I joked shrugging my shoulders, "I did it with you, I did it with Rachel, I can do it with Jordan" I said innocently and Rachel shook her head and laughed.
"Oh man, you're such a slut," Rob kidded.
"You just realized that?" I told him with a laugh.
"Is this your plan?" Rachel asked me, "to have sex with all your friends?" she joked.
"Hey, hey, hey, hold on here, that's not fair, it wasn't me... you both tricked me into doing it,” I joked.
Rob smiled, "He's got a point," he told Rachel and then stared into space for a second. "Oh God," he said burying his face in his hands, "oh this is scary, I'm actually starting to picture it."
I laughed, "What do you see?"
He moved down his hands, "could be kind of hot," he said, contemplating the idea. "No, but I bet he would freak out as soon as he gets off. It'd be too weird! It'd be like having a threesome with you," he told Rachel, a bit grossed out.
"eww," she said making a face, "God, please Rob, don't ever say that again" she pleaded covering her eyes with her hand.
"See," he told me.
"No no no, that would be a lot more fucked up," I told them.
"Yeah well," Rachel said "Don't think about it too much, I'm pretty sure he was only joking."
"Was he?" I said unconvinced, "I'm not so sure. You know how he always uses humour to say what he really wants to say."
"oh, I don't know, but hey, if you ever do do that, please don't ever tell me about it," she laughed.
We started talking about the party and all the mess we had to clean up downstairs for a few minutes, until we saw David standing a little uncomfortably by the door.
"Hey, come on in" Rachel told him. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed too and we talked about the party with him, asked him if he had had a good time, which I'm sure he had, considering what he had spent the end of the night doing. We played with Lucas and talked about my presents, especially the Ferrari of course.
"This is kind of weird," he said after a few seconds of silence.
"What is?" Rachel asked.
"No, but it's just, I mean, I saw you live a few times, and I see you on TV or hear your songs on the radio all the time," he told Rob and me, "and here I am, talking to you, in your bedroom, it's just.." and he laughed a little, "weird"
"Well you know, we are real people," Rob joked.
We laughed and made small talk until we decided to go downstairs and have lunch. Rachel and David started walking out of the bedroom with Lucas and Rob followed them.
"Rob! The closet!" I told him, raising my voice.
"Well, yeah now! Pick up a few clothes, they're not gonna jump into the washing machine all by themselves."
He reluctantly walked back toward the closet, sighing. I quickly rushed over to him and stopped him. I stood right in front of him. We were both wearing pajama bottoms but he also had a black tank top on and I ran my hands up and down his smooth, strong arms as I softly pressed my lips against his.
"Do you want me to help you?"
"No, I should be able to do it myself," he said with a smirk. I smiled and kissed him again. It had just intended to kiss him briefly though but we had no self-control when it came to this. He kissed me back, with a little more pressure and I felt a slight shiver rush through me as his tongue quickly slid into my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my lower back and pulled me into him and I embraced him tightly.
We closed our eyes and he started kissing me more deeply. I got hard instantly and pressed my crotch against his, grinding my cock against his and grasping his broad shoulders. He broke the kiss and we looked at each other and grinned slyly. The bedroom door was wide open. Rachel could have walked back into the bedroom at any time.
He slipped his hand down my pyjama bottoms, not breaking eye contact with me and grasped my cock firmly, squeezing it, forcing a groan out of me.
"I just can't keep my hands off you," he smiled as he began stroking me firmly.
"Ooh," I quietly moaned. He placed his other hand behind the back of my neck and gently kissed and licked my lips as his hand moved up and down my erection. I pressed my body firmly against his to increase the sensation and his hand rubbed against his crotch as he jerked me off faster and faster.
He started kissing my cheek, then my ear, his kisses moving down to my neck and began nibbling at it so softly that it made me tremble and I felt shivers ran up and down my spine
"Oh yeah, feels good." He continued licking my neck gently and I moaned quietly, enjoying his nibbling and stroking. He raised his head and looked into my eyes as his hand continued pumping my cock and I humped myself against it.
I smashed my lips against his and kissed him deeply as I slipped my hands down his pajama bottoms. I grabbed and rubbed his muscular ass cheeks, pulling him into me a little more.
His hand on my cock was squeezed between our bodies, which just increased the pleasure I was feeling and I lost myself more and more in the sensation.
I loved the feeling of his hand running over my cock.
"I'm almost there," I whispered closing my eyes, running my tongue over his lips. My cock was now leaking like a faucet and his hand was rapidly moving up and down my length.
"Yeah, come on, shoot it, shoot it," he murmured and softly licked my tongue and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me lovingly and letting out small sexy sighs. I moaned and he began to furiously pump my cock as I squeezed him to me.
"Come on shoot it," he whispered sensually again, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling him and feeling his warmth against my face as I concentrated on my approaching orgasm.
I suddenly felt my cock pulse in his hand and groaned, "oh yeah". My whole body tightened and jets of cum started shooting out of me, soaking his hand as well as my pyjama bottoms. He continued stroking me through the whole orgasm, holding me tight against him too.
When I was done cumming, I raised my head a little and kissed him softy again, giggling, "that was so good". My hands slowly released his ass cheeks and moved up his back under his tank top. I squeezed him to me a little harder, "you're the best!" I said invading his mouth with my tongue again, and we kissed passionately for a few seconds.
"Come on, I'll return the favor in the shower," I told him, grinning slightly.
We took a shower together and I did return the favor. Once we were all fresh and clean, we got dressed and Rob started gathering a few clothes in the closet to wash them. I headed down the stairs and joined Rachel and David in the kitchen. Lucas was almost done eating and they had started making lunch. We began chitchatting a little and we were once again talking about the Ferrari when we heard Rob yell,
"Rach, can you help me? how does it work?"
Rachel and I looked at each other and cracked up.
"I thought he was gay," she laughed.
"When it comes to this, I think I'm much more gay than he is," I laughed. Which was true. I guess that was my serious side. I was usually quite organized and I liked things to be clean and in the right place. It was not an obsession though but I took good care of my stuff. I was probably a bit of a materialist. Rob, on the contrary didn't really care about anything he owned. To him, everything was replaceable. He had actually told me several times that he wouldn't really care if we lost everything we had, as long as he didn't lose me. Man, how could I not be crazy about this guy?
Oh, and I could even cook! I guess it was the French blood in me. My father was a good cook and when I was growing up, he usually forced us into helping him so I knew how to cook a good number of French meals and I wasn't into all that junk food. I liked cooking healthy, delicate meals.
But again, Rob, on the other hand, sucked at that. I really couldn't hope for a romantic home made dinner. The last time he had tried to do that had been a pretty traumatic experience for me, which just proves that you can be gay and suck at cooking. He could boil water pretty well though but he did burn himself doing that once. No okay, he was not that bad, but almost.
"I'll be right back," Rachel said getting up to help Rob with the washing machine and I was left alone with David and again, he was noticeably uncomfortable. I smiled. Man, looked like this guy really didn't know how to behave around me.
"Well this is awkward," he said avoiding eye contact.
"Why? I told you to go for it, didn't I?" He smiled awkwardly and it didn't really seem like he knew what to say.
"Can I ask you something?" I said and he looked at me and slightly nodded, yes.
"Are you planning on starting something with her or was it, just like that?"
"Um, well, like I said, I like her but, it depends on what she wants too, but yeah, I think I'd like this to turn into something serious"
I smiled, "you know, I think she likes you?"
He smiled, "I think she does too."
We giggled, "welcome to the family then" I told him?
He smiled, "thanks."
"Look, I don't know exactly what Rachel told you about Rob and I but honestly, you don't have to worry about me. Rachel's really important to me, but she's just a friend."
"Yeah, that's cool, we've talked about it a lot this morning, I understand."
Lucas was making a real mess on his highchair with his water and a banana and I asked David, "Are you okay with Lucas? Doesn't freak you out?"
"Oh no, are you kidding, he's adorable."
We looked at him and laughed as he dropped a piece of his banana on the floor, looked down at it and then looked up at me like he had just done something really bad. He was indeed adorable.
"Man, you're gonna think I'm weird, but honest, it's really weird to be here."
I laughed a little, "I mean, seriously, I've got your albums, I love what you guys do, you're really good. I was actually at the private gig you played for Xfm in Leicester Square last September."
"Oh you were there?" I asked smiling. It was actually the last time we had played live.
He nodded, "I mean I thought rach was messing with me when she told me about you."
I laughed, "she really gets a kick out of doing that, doesn't she?"
We smiled and continued talking and Rob and Rachel walked back into the kitchen.
"Did you do it, or Rachel did it for you?" I asked Rob, teasing him.
"I showed him how it works and he did it" she told me "he'll probably have forgotten everything by tomorrow but I did my best" she joked.
We finished making lunch and we all started eating. Half way through our meal, we heard Damon call us.
"In the kitchen," Rob yelled, and Damon bounced into the kitchen.
"Hello, birthday boy," he told me as he put his hand on the top of my head and cheerfully ruffled my hair and I tried to squirm away from him "Jordan and I were having a look on the Internet, trying to think of something we could do today and we found this place in South London where we could go karting, would you like that?"
"Karting?" I cheerfully said "oh yeah, that'd be fun, yeah, let's do that."
"Um," Rob started saying, "don't we have to go to the studio for a few hours today?"
"No, didn't I tell you?" I asked and he shook his head no "oh you're gonna love me! Damien and I managed to finish everything we were supposed to do today"
"You did? oh I do love you," he said placing a kiss on my lips, "so we're free?" he asked and I nodded yes, "and it's almost only thanks to Damien" I told him.
He looked at me like he just couldn't care less and shook his head "do want me to call him and thank him for the excellent job he did before kissing my boyfriend. Maybe he thought he deserved a reward or something!"
I laughed, "oh jeez, get over it!"
"Damien kissed you?" Damon asked me curiously.
I nodded but kind of looked at him as to say, "let's not talk about it."
Damon bent over and rested his arms on the table as he said looking at David.
"So you're still here? that's cool! I made 1000 quid."
Rachel stared at him "you bet on it?" she exclaimed at bit aggravated "oh I cannot believe you guys!" she looked at David apologetically "Sorry, I've just got weird friends"
Damon laughed and rushed out of the apartment and we heard him call Jordan and I think Rachel just wanted to crawl into a hole, knowing Jordan was going to tease her.
"Sorry, next time, we'll just go to your place, ok, you won't have to come back here anymore" she joked.
Damon walked back into the kitchen and Jordan soon followed.
"What do you want?" he asked Damon.
"1000 quid," he told him proudly.
"Why?" Jordan asked "ohhh....," he said noticing David, "alright," he sighed a bit defeated, "looks like I underestimated you Rach."
"Oh god! Stop okay, just stop," she said as if she just wanted to kill both of them. "You're embarrassing me!" David found this pretty funny though and he laughed as he took another mouthful of his food. Jordan walked over to him and put an arm around David's shoulder, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
"So, was she any good?"
"JORDAN," Rachel yelled, "I swear, you say one more word and I'm gonna...." She threatened him as she stood up, rushing towards him. He laughed and ran away and she ran after him, out of the kitchen and into the living room, probably to kick his ass and we laughed.
They came back a few minutes later and Jordan and Damon had lunch with us, our conversation completely free of any sex-related topics. I guess Rachel had made herself understood. When we were all done eating, we decided to clean up the apartment a little before leaving. Damon called Dylan and Elaine so that they'd help too.
It was funny how we had all sort of divided up over the years. I mean, we were all really great friends but there seemed to be groups inside the group. Even when we all hung out together, it was noticeable.
Obviously Dylan and Elaine were always spending a lot of time alone together as well as Rob and me.
Jordan and Damon were very close and they were often doing things together without the rest of us, which probably involved girls quite a lot and when Dylan was not with Elaine, he was, not a fifth wheel, but he kind of hung out with everyone but it seemed like he and Rob had grown quite close lately.
I think Rob needed to be around quiet, centered, serious people. It was probably a way for him not to go crazy. I think he was worried he'd get big headed and lose himself in this rock star persona he had created.
For instance, Jordan had a really bad influence on Rob. Jordan was just too much of a hyperactive like Rob could be sometimes. I mean, the rest of us had this rule never to leave the two of them alone together because if we did, they always ended up doing really stupid, dangerous stuff. It's not so much that Rob was hyperactive but he could get bored really quickly. He constantly needed to be busy, to do something, to keep himself entertained and Jordan was always willing to help.
As for Rachel, she spent a lot of time with Elaine and Lucas, talking about god knows what girls talk about or she hung out with Jordan and me. Apart from Rob, my best friends were definitely Jordan and Rachel. The three of us were a real diabolic trio, always had been, which was of course, Jordan's influence. It was always his fault anyway if we did something stupid.
Actually, every time any of us did something wrong, we always blamed it on Jordan, even when he had nothing to do with it. He had become our scapegoat, but he didn't really care because most of the time, it was his fault.
We all started cleaning up the apartment but we were a bit lazy though so we just quickly threw away everything that had to be thrown away and that's pretty much it. But it looked a little less chaotic after we were done.
Around three, all 9 of us left and headed to the karting place. Jordan wanted to drive the Ferrari but we didn't take it because where we were going, I thought it wasn't really appropriate. I guess I just wasn't a show-off. Plus I was a bit concerned about letting Jordan drive it.
Karting was a lot of fun, we went round and round for 45 minutes. We had the whole track to ourselves so we did a little race. Elaine and Rachel took turns so someone would stay with Lucas. Elaine was having a lot of fun, she never let us pass her and I think she had confused karts and bumper cars, we knew she was crazy but I'm not sure we knew how much yet, she almost destroyed her kart. Thankfully, she only drove for about 20 minutes.
"Oh man this was fun," Dylan laughed as he took off his helmet, Elaine hugging him from behind.
"Did you notice me chasing you?" she laughed.
"You were chasing everyone." he joked.
"No, just you baby," she told him, holding him tighter, "and I got you."
"Can you still feel your hands?" Damon asked us, shaking his arms to restore the circulation in his hands. We all did the same, because with the cold and the vibration of the wheel, our hands were like frozen.
"Man, I think I'm the big loser here," Rachel said, "I could never catch up with you, you must have all passed me like a thousand times," she joked.
"Well, of course," Jordan laughed, "you were driving like a fucking grandmother."
She laughed and tried to kick him, "hey I have a kid now! I can't risk my life like this anymore," she joked and went over to David for a hug. They were cute. She looked happy to have a boyfriend again and he seemed to be really nice. And even though they had just gotten together, I was pretty sure this was not going to be a fling. She had met a couple of nice guys during the tour but we rarely stayed in one place more than a couple of days so it definitely couldn't turn into anything serious.
"So who won?" Rob asked.
We all looked at each other and realized we had no idea who had won. We hadn't kept count.
"Well, it's my birthday, so I won," I said and they all agreed.
We left and went back home. As soon as we entered the building, Jordan started following me around everywhere like a puppy dog. He still wanted to drive the Ferrari so I gave in because I knew that when he had his mind set on something, there was no changing it.
We drove down to Brighton together, (by the sea) and I was surprised to see that he was actually driving pretty cautiously even though he was not driving slowly.
When we arrived in Brighton, it was almost 9pm and we were starving so we entered the first restaurant we could find and had a good kick out of pretending to be on a date.
Jordan was just so cool with that. He was really open-minded and even though Damon and Dylan were completely okay with Rob and me, Jordan was the only one who had totally accepted it right from the start.
He just didn't give a shit about people's sexuality, it just didn't matter to him. Jordan, he worried about serious things only when it was really necessary. He just wanted to have a laugh, enjoy the people around him and just enjoy the day with anyone he was with, gay, straight, or whatever, it was all lovely to him.
The restaurant was on the sea front so after dinner, we took a walk on the beach, despite the fact that it was frigging freezing but it was nice to breath the fresh sea air. The tide was high and we walked along the water. I continued pretending to be his boyfriend as I kept trying to act as if we were a couple, holding his hand, putting my arm around him or kissing his cheek and he kept telling me to knock it off, laughing and pushing me away from him.
What I loved about Jordan was that he was a lot like Rob in many ways, sort of a straight version of him! He was a great friend and we knew each other so well that nothing was ever misinterpreted. We could say anything to each other and know instantly whether we were serious or joking. We had always been close and I knew that if I had knocked on his door instead of Rob's because of my parents, I would have found the same support.
And even though he was close to Damon, I knew he considered me as his best friend. I remembered how inseparable we used to be when we were kids, before Rob and I started dating, and in a way, we still were. We always tried to make time for each other, to spend time alone together once in a while. Same thing with Rachel. I had always been closer to Rob for obvious reasons and he had always come first but still, Jordan and I also had a long-standing friendship and it was really important to us.
I continued flirting with him, having fun, and it soon turned into a wrestling match as he told me that I was gonna take a midnight bath if I didn't stop and as he actually started pushing me playfully closer and closer to the water.
We started wrestling and messing around as we tried to push each other down. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, tried to get a good grip on him, and as we wrestled, we stepped closer to the waves. I wasn't sure where this was going but we were probably going to regret it.
He grabbed my arms, trying to break free but I tightened my grip on him. We were just a few inches away from the waves when he managed to swing round and I lost the grip I had on him. He pushed me and I pushed back, pressing my head hard on his chest and laughing. He was not kidding here about the midnight bath, I knew him, he was not just trying to scare me. I knew I was actually gonna end up in the water if I didn't fight back. Now that he had started, there was no stopping him. I pushed hard on his chest with the top of my head, trying to stay away from the freezing water but we were too close and before we knew it, we were gasping for breath as the waves splashed up against our legs. It was extremely cold but we both had a quite strong competitive spirit and we both wanted to win this fight.
We continued wrestling and tried to push each other down or get out of the water but we both had the same built so it was not easy. I wasn't sure what we were trying to do here but our legs were wet up to our knees.
"Get off me," I screamed at him and laughed.
He laughed, grasped my arm tighter, put one of his legs between mine and used a judo throw on me and I fell into the water, almost freezing to death on the spot. I felt like my heart stopped beating for a second. Never, Ever fall into the English Channel in January! And never ever try to hit on your straight friends, you might jut end up dead!
"Oh Fuck," I screamed and stood up in a flash, but not quickly enough, it was too late, I was completely soaked. I tried to catch my breath and make sure that my heart was still beating and Jordan ran away before I could recover.
I quickly got out of the water and collapsed on the beach. "You son of a bitch," I yelled.
"You got what you deserved," he yelled back, laughing hard as he walked up to me, probably to make sure I was alright. I glared at him but I wasn't mad at all, I did get what I deserved. I stood up, stumbling a little, he was not gonna get away with this and I rushed over to him. He quickly started running away and I ran after him but I was way too wet and cold. My legs were weak and I almost immediately stopped chasing him and collapsed in the sand again, breathing hard, shivering and trying to find a way to warm up my body. I think I was experiencing slight hypothermia.
He came over to me, "are you alright?" he asked, concerned.
"Fuck, I'm freezing," I told him. My clothes were dripping wet, sticking to my body. I had sand all over me, I just couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't stop shivering and my heartbeat was irregular.
He helped me to my feet and laughed a little.
"Sorry! Oh God, you're soaked," he said, realizing how wet I was. I mean, I really fell into the water and the waves splashed over me. Even my hair was wet.
I laughed, still shaking and shivering. "Man, I wish I could give you a taste of your own medicine right now" I really wanted my revenge but I could barely move. My body was numb with cold.
"We should probably stop before somebody dies" he joked.
"Jeez," I said, my body shaking uncontrollably, "look at us!" His pants were completely soaked too, almost up to his crotch, covered in sand. "I'm afraid we're gonna have to get naked before we get into the car," I smiled.
He laughed and shook his head, "you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"
We quickly headed back toward the car. I really had to take off these clothes. I just couldn't stand it anymore.
"See what happens when you try queering me," he laughed as he helped me out of my jacket, sweater and shirt. I was just shivering too bad to do it by myself. He pulled off his sweater, which was still dry and handed it to me. I put it on and he held me against him, rubbing his hands firmly up and down my arms and back to warm up my body. Then, we started taking off our shoes, socks and pants, trying to hide behind the car and I laughed,
"Yeah, I have you exactly where I wanted you, with you pants down," I joked.
We put our wet, dirty clothes in the trunk and quickly climbed into the car, hoping no one had seen us. Man, we were freezing. Jordan had to put his shoes back on. They were wet and cold but he couldn't exactly drive without them.
"I hope we won't get pulled over for speeding, it'd be really embarrassing," I joked as he switched on the engine and turned on the heat. He kept asking me if I was feeling better but I wasn't sure whether I was or not. We laughed about it all the way home but it took a while before I finally stopped shivering and for my body to relax.
When we arrived, Jordan took off his shoes as he got out of the car. His feet were covered in sand and we started laughing again. We entered the building and walked into my apartment, still laughing a little. The guys were all hanging out together in the living room, playing cards.
They all looked at us up and down with an expression on their faces that said, "What the fuck happened to you?"
I was barefoot, wearing only my underwear and Jordan's sweater, my hair was a mess and Jordan had only his t-shirt and underwear on.
Rob laughed, "I knew you were not gonna come back in one piece."
I let Jordan tell them that he had almost killed me and ran upstairs to take a hot shower as I told Rob that I wanted him in bed as soon as I'll get out of the shower. I just really needed to snuggle to his solid, warm body. And I did.
"I am so gonna get back at Jordan for this," I murmured, even though I didn't know how yet.
"I'll help you." Rob said as he held my body tight from behind. "I'll teach him to treat you like that."
I laughed. "I was kinda looking for it"
I closed my eyes and relaxed in Rob's arms, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. I was feeling completely drained, the previous night had been really short and the day had been quite full but something was stopping me from falling asleep.
"You're hard," I whispered.
"So?" he simply said.
"So, how am I supposed to fall asleep?"
"I don't know, I'm doing it," he whispered kissing the back of my neck. "Good night"
I laughed to myself, wondering how on earth I was going to fall asleep with his hard cock pressed against my ass.
"Would you shut up and sleep," he said with a laugh.
"Well, go soft first," I laughed.
"I can't, it's got a mind of its own."
I laughed and rolled over onto my back a little so I won't feel it against my ass anymore. He kept his arm around me and I cuddled closer into his body. I closed my eyes again and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
It was a good day all in all!
A week later in February, Rob and I were hanging out together on our bed. I was resting on a pillow against the headboard and Rob was sitting between my legs. I was surprisingly healthy, I really thought I would have pneumonia or something by now but no. So, we were cuddling and watching a football game(soccer) Arsenal (his favourite team)/ some other team, because really, he was watching and I was trying to entertain myself by holding him and caressing his chest with both hands.
I had unbuttoned his shirt at the beginning of the game and I had been caressing him for the past 40 minutes or so. I just loved his body. I couldn't get enough of him. His chest was so perfect, everything was so tight, cut and defined. I loved how toned his body was but yet he didn't have a gym body. He was not overly built and I just loved it. His abs looked so good, soft, smooth but impressive and his skin was so flawless, smooth and soft too. Mine was too actually. Our teenage years hadn't been traumatic at all. I didn't really remember complaining about pimples. We were lucky bastards. We didn't even have to work out much to stay in shape. Well it had probably a lot to do with the fact that we were only 23.
As I caressed him, my fingers would find a small hard nipple and I'd pull at it and roll it away from the curve of his pectoral muscle and then I'd play with the thin hair on his chest. It made him look so hot, he had just enough hair on his pecs to make it look like he trimmed but it was natural.
I'd run my fingers down his chest, to his cute navel and play with the light trail of hair that led from his navel down into his waistband and then back up to his pecs, cupping them, then his nipples and his abs again, kissing the side of his face lightly from time to time and caressing his neck, running my fingers behind his ears, sometimes through his hair. He was not ticklish so I could also run my fingers over his ribs and the side of his body.
When the first half of the game ended, he grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. There was nothing interesting on TV and after a few seconds, he asked out of the blue,
"Do you think I should get a tattoo?"
"Well, that's what rock stars do, right?"
"Yeah, I might do that."
"Rob, do you want to get a tattoo, or do you feel like you have to get a tattoo?"
"Not sure... my mum is gonna kill me though if I get one!"
I laughed, "Oh, that is so Rock and Roll. My mummy is gonna kill me if I get a tattoo," I whined and laughed.
He laughed. "But she will! She's gonna be like, "oh my god, they ruined my little boy!"
"Aww, you're still a little mummy's boy inside, aren't you?" I smiled, teasing him.
He laughed and I said, "well as long as you don't get a heart with Mum or my name written inside, that's fine by me. What would you want to get?"
"I'm not sure, no colours, I don't like it, and a design that means something, like a Celtic cross or a Maori design for instance."
"You're not Maori," I said.
"But they've got some really great designs. You know they're considered to be treasures, and the purpose is sacred, it's an intellectual property. And there are all those ancestral and tribal messages specific to the person who wears the tattoo and it tells his story, you know, his family, his place in the tribe and the tattoo contains all his values and knowledge. I think that's really cool. I don't know, I gotta think about it!"
"Yeah, it is great, but it gotta mean something to you. There are some really cool Irish designs too you know."
He nodded and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Where would you do it?" I asked him.
"Um, my upper arm probably. That way people can see it, but I can also hide it. What do you think?"
"Yeah, that would look really good on you. Just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier," I said and he giggled.
"It must hurt like hell though," I said.
"Hey I'm not a wuss. If I can take it up the ass, I can get a tattoo."
I laughed, "I cannot believe you just said that."
I kissed his cheek, "well, if you really want to get a Maori design, you should wait until we go on tour in New Zealand," I told him.
"Yeah, I know."
We continued talking and the game started again.
I resumed caressing him but I was getting tired of it, no, not exactly, I just wanted more so I ran my hand down his chest and started unbuttoning his pants.
"Don't even think about it," he told me, "we are not having sex as long as this game is not over."
I giggled, "try and stop me," I said in his ear as I slipped my hand down his pants, grabbing his package softly through his underwear.
"Damn," he said, knowing he couldn't quite stop me. He could never resist me anyway. I would ask him to let me fuck him on stage, I'm not sure he would resist!
I slipped my hand under the waistband and wrapped my hand around his semi-hard cock. I guess all the caressing hadn't left him indifferent. He didn't put up a fight after this, just kept watching and enjoyed my touch. He just liked it too much to stop me.
I tucked his underwear beneath his balls and for the next twenty minutes of the game, just played with his cock and balls. I started by slowly masturbating him to a full erection, feeling him swell in my hand and then I softly ran my fingers along his perfect 8 inches cock. I played with the foreskin, caressed the head, massaged and stroked his cock, caressed his trimmed pubes, rolled his balls between my fingers, applied a little pressure on his sphincter from time to time. I just loved touching him, his dick was so gorgeous, so big, hard and soft, his balls were smooth, drawn tight against his body, perfectly proportioned to his cock, I just loved everything about him.
But again, I decided that I wanted more. Touching him was turning me on so bad that it was becoming hard to control myself. The urge to take him was too strong.
"I want you," I whispered in his ear.
"Just a few more minutes."
"No, it's not a few more minutes, there's 20 minutes left, and the game is drawn so far, I bet they're gonna play extra time, I can't wait baby, I want you now"
"Oh Mark," he complained, "what do you wanna do?" he asked.
"I wanna fuck you," I whispered in his ear and I did, my cock was painfully hard and I couldn't take it anymore, I needed him, I just wanted to be in him, to feel his soft, warm, tight ass around my cock.
I caressed his chest firmly, roaming my hand up and down his torso and I started jerking him off a little harder with my other hand. I kissed his ear, and the side of his face, moaning a little to turn him on.
"I want to be in you," I moaned sensually in a low voice, "Please, let me take you. you can keep watching, I don't care, I just want to be inside you, I want it so bad right now, God, I gotta have you," I whispered.
"Oh god," he moaned. It was working and I was having fun so I continued talking to him. My cock was hard as a rock and leaking so bad, I had to pinch my nipple a little through my t-shirt to send the pleasure in different directions. I tried to move a little to find a more comfortable position for my throbbing cock and I was sure he could feel my hardness against him. I continued massaging his cock and jerking him off slowly but firmly as I slid my other hand gently up and down his chest and pinched his nipples, played with the hair on his pecs or ran my fingers over his abs.
"Do you realize what you're doing to me?" I whispered sensuously and kissed the side of his head "I love you so much, you are so perfect. Everything about you is beautiful. You're so gorgeous. God, I want you so bad, you make me so hard."
He moaned a little and I pulled him into me a little tighter and continued stroking him. He was not gonna resist much longer.
"I'm so crazy about you. Everybody is crazy about you but I'm the only one who can have you. All these people, they can only fantasize about you, they can only have you in their dreams. They can only look at your beautiful face, but they don't know what's underneath these clothes, they have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. They can only imagine. All these guys, if they saw you without your clothes on, they'd just die and you're mine, you belong to me, they think they know you but they don't. I'm the only one who knows you. I'm the only one who can make love to you," I moaned licking his earlobe, "I'm the only who knows how good it feels to fuck you, I'm the only one who knows what a great fuck you are, what a fantastic lover you are. You're so amazing, everything you do, every time I look at you, I just feel it, god I love you so fucking much"
He groaned and it was still working! Actually it was working so well that I suddenly felt his hot cum pour over my hand as I jerked him off slowly. He let out long, deep moan and shuddered a little as he came, letting out a faint spray of cum all over his abs and my hand and I giggled.
"God, Rob, you've got to let me fuck you right now."
He turned his head to the side, looked at me passionately and I brought my hand from his chest up to his head and ran my fingers through his hair. Our lips met and we kissed lustfully as we continued looking into each other's eyes. I applied pressure on his back with my chest a little and he quickly knelt on the bed and took off his open shirt. I reached for his pants and he laid on his back as I undressed him completely. I climbed up on top of him, supporting myself on my hands and knees on each side of him and kissed him feverishly. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me into him and I laid on top of him as we kissed, my clothes rubbing against his bare skin.
I broke the kiss, licked my way down his chest, stopping on his nipples to bath them with my saliva and I let my tongue travel around his six pack, licking all the cum he had deposited off him. He was watching me as I did this, smiling devilishly. I looked up at him and smiled before lowering my face down to his cock. He hadn't even lost his erection. He looked horny as hell. I pressed my lips against the base and licked my way up to the head.
When my tongue reached the head, I grasped his cock, pulled it away from his body and engulfed him, tasting his cum again as I plunged his cock to the back of my throat.
"Oh yeah," he cried. I held him tight in my mouth, bobbing only slightly and slowly started to pull back. His cock fell from my mouth and I asked him to turn around on his stomach, facing the TV. Not that he seemed to give a shit about the game now.
I quickly took off my clothes, finally freeing my cock. Man, that felt good. It almost made me come just to touch myself. There was a noticeable wet spot on my underwear from leaking so much.
I hastily reached for the lube but as I looked down at his creamy ass, I decided to rim him a little first. I lowered myself down and kissed his cheeks, rubbing them with my hands. I spread them apart, burying my face between his cheeks and he opened his legs as I started probing him.
"Ohh" he moaned, "Gee Mark, is it the cute football players who make you so horny?"
"No," I said pulling back, "it's you, they don't look half as hot as you."
I pushed my face between his cheeks again, my tongue swirled around his hole and licked between his balls and anus. After a bit of teasing, I aimed my tongue directly at his tight opening and bathed it in my saliva as I started to open him up.
"Oh yeah, baby, do it, eat my ass," he moaned. And I did, with reckless abandon, plunging my tongue in and out, giving him as much pleasure as I could with my tongue. His whimpers were so hot that my cock throbbed every time I pushed back in, and I knew I was gonna have to start fucking him soon before exploding from the stimulation of just eating his ass. I circled his hole with my fingertip, teasing him and resumed eating him out as I reached for the lube that I had placed next to me on the bed. I squeezed a drop onto my fingers and quickly replaced my tongue with one, then two fingers and opened him up, all the while listening to his moans and groans as my fingers massaged his prostate and he humped himself a little against the mattress.
My throbbing erection was begging me to fuck him though so after making sure he was ready, I lubed up my cock and aimed it at his ass. I held the base and ran it up and down his crack, my length sliding between his cheeks, teasing him a little and teasing my own cock as well.
"Oh wait, I wanna see you," he said urgently, turning around on his back and we looked at each other with lust and passion. Geez, we wanted each other badly. I wondered if every couple on this earth were capable of being as turned on by one another as we were.
I looked at his engorged penis and quickly lowered myself down and licked the base, up to the head and then looked up at him. He guided me up, placing his hands on my neck. I supported myself on my arms on each side of him and he lifted his legs up, holding his knees. I kissed the hollow of his throat as I started pushing my cock into him.
His hands slid down my side and moved down to my ass. He gripped my cheeks and pulled me forward, throwing his head back and arching his back a little as I sank into him. God, that was hot.
"Ohh Rob, you feel so good, I love you," I moaned as I kissed his neck.
He sighed and locked his legs around me, driving me even deeper into him and he ran his fingers up my back. His eyes were closed but as I started slowly moving in and out, he opened them, and placed his hands firmly on each side of my face as he looked passionately into my eyes.
"Mark fuck me hard, I want it hard, fuck that hard cock into me," he ordered.
Oh God, hearing him talk like this was too much. I felt a fire lit up inside me and I attacked his mouth with my own, my tongue wrestling with his, feeling him respond aggressively as he pressed his hands on the back of my head and kissed me hard. I immediately started fucking him more vigorously and slammed my cock into him, driving him back into the mattress as he clenched around me and lifted his hips to meet my thrusts.
"Yeah that's it, like that, fuck me," he whimpered as we licked each other's tongues and lips. He pulled me off of his mouth and said again as he looked into my eyes, "fuck me hard!"
"Oh God Rob," I moaned as I attacked his mouth again and thrust hard in and out of him. I grabbed his legs and pulled them up. I placed his feet on my shoulders and leaned forward, almost bending him in half. He slid his hands up and down my arms, feeling my hard biceps and moved his hands to my neck again as I started to hammer into him.
"Yes baby, fuck me, harder, oh god fuck me, yeah," he repeated as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations coming from his hole and the pleasure caused by fucking his ass. God, he was so hot, he wasn't usually this wild but the way he was begging for me to fuck him was driving me crazy. I loved it when he was assertive. He opened his eyes again and pulled my face closer to his and smashed his mouth against mine as I pulled my cock almost completely out of him and thrust forward again, repeating the action more and more forcefully, my balls slamming against his cheeks every time I buried myself into him.
"Yes, yes," he whimpered as he roamed one hand all over my chest and felt my muscles tighten under his touch as I fucked him. He grabbed onto my pec and his fingers searched and pinched my nipple, twisting it away from my chest. God, he was gonna make me cum if he kept this up.
"Oh Rob, you're so hot," I told him sensuously as I fucked him harder and harder and stared at the look of pure pleasure and on his face.
"So are you," he said, looking into me with desire, and I was sure that no one but him would ever look at me with that much intensity. He wrapped his arms around me and dug his fingertips into my back, pulling me into him as much as he could.
His ass felt so amazing around my cock, he was tight and he kept contracting his muscles to give me more pleasure, but yet his hole was receiving me easily as I hammered into him "oh you like that?" I groaned, "take it baby, take my cock."
"Yeah, yeah, give it to me," he almost wailed as he pulled me into him again.
I fucked him long and hard, jabbing at his prostate, making him grunt and moan loudly, a sheen of sweat soon covering our bodies.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum," he panted after a while, "oh god, I need to cum," I grasped his hard slick cock and jerked it in time with my thrusts. He let his legs hang in the air and closed his eyes, letting out high-pitched cries as I pumped my cock hard in and out of him to send him over the edge, feeling my own climax approach too.
"Yeah, I, I'm cumming," he muttered and gasped as his body shook and he shot several powerful thick burst of cum all over himself, landing on his pecs and abs. Considering he had already cum right before starting this fuck, it was pretty impressive.
I had been holding back to give him as much pleasure as I could, but when he starting cumming, I felt my body tense up and just as the remaining jets of cum blasted out of him, he opened his eyes and looked into mine and I asked with passion in my voice, "do you want me to cum in you or on you?"
He breathed heavily and blurted, "cum all over me, oh, yeah, show me how bad you want me," he moaned in anticipation, staring up at me with pure lust, a fire burning behind his eyes and I smiled, thinking that we'd sell millions more albums if we put this face on the cover.
I let go of his cock and quickly pulled out of him, knowing I was going to cum really soon, and really hard. I felt my balls tightening and gave my cock a couple of strokes but Rob almost immediately grabbed it and pulled on it.
I let out a deep moan as soon as I felt his hand on me and began to pump my load, spraying and splattering thick ropes of white fluid all over him, feeling like I would be cumming forever. The first glob of cum landed on his cheek and he stared at my cock as he was being showered in my cum. He continued pumping my cock until his chest was covered with his cum and mine.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he said as I tried to come back to reality. He was still stroking my cock and I took his hand in mine, pushing it away gently. I had become so sensitive that I had to stop him. I looked into his eyes and smiled before collapsing on the bed next to him, euphoric, in a sweat and exhausted.
"Wow," he said still breathing quite heavily and turning his head toward the TV, "I have no idea if Arsenal scored but you sure did," he said with a laugh.
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