Fic: One Last Kiss

One Last Kiss

Author: Aphrodite

Feedback: Yes, send to nsaphrodite@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Fiction

Rating: R

Summary: David Cook gives Jason Castro one last kiss.

Author's Notes: Well, I'm back, peeps, again. Haven't really gone anywhere, but just been busy with life and all. I remember years ago when I first became part of the Nifty family, it was such a wonderful experience for me as a new writer to meet and forge everlasting friendships. So, boys and girls, please email me and say hello. I promise not to bite. I promise to put away my whips and chains, but of course, if you're Jason Castro, it ain't going to happen. This story as well as my other stories are posted at Castrofics as well as other great stories by some amazing and talented writers. For visual aid, please check out this Jason Castro's Beautiful Slideshow to check out Aphrodite's newest muse.

One Last Kiss

In a perfect world, you'd get on stage that last night in Tulsa, proclaim your love for this perfect being, and ask for his hand in marriage. However, you weren't naïve and therefore opted for a more clandestine affair. After the lights dimmed low, signaling the end of the show, you pursued him backstage. You pushed him into the empty dressing room and closed the door behind you. You pressed him against the wall and kissed his delectable lips of wine while your hands roamed the length of his body, tracing every angle of his lithe frame. You rubbed your rock hard cock against his engorging member, capturing his lips.

"David." He moaned.

"Shh..." You silenced him with another kiss, reaching for the buckle of his belt. With all the gyrating hips, you managed to strip away the belt and lowered the zipper to his jeans, exposing his boxer briefs.

"May I?" You asked, squeezing his cock.

He didn't say anything. He merely nodded, biting down on his lower lips. You smiled and held onto his hand as you kneeled before him, dragging his boxer-briefs to the floor with you, freeing his perky cock from its confinement. It sprang into the air and hit you in the nose. You laughed. He giggled.

"'M sorry."

"Don't be because I'm certainly not." You told him before engulfing his penis into your mouth. You snaked your tongue out and licked the precum from the pursing lips and curled your long tongue around the length of the smooth and silky cock. You applied a gentle suction, causing him to moan delectably above you. You cradled his low hanging balls in the palm of your hand before closing your fist over them, causing him to writhe against the wall. He grabbed your hair, urging you to take him in further, which you did. It didn't take much longer thereafter for him to explode into your mouth. You swallowed every drop of his essence as if fine wine. He limped over and you caught his fall- his dreads hanging loosely, framing his flush face glittered with sweat. You craned your neck and captured his swollen lips while you cleaned him up with your scarf, rubbing his genitals with your bare hands. He quickly hardened under your touch and you wanted nothing more than to take him right there and now.

"Jason, I have something to ask you." You said as you lifted his left leg up, adjusted your pistoning dick, ready to ram in, when suddenly someone knocked on the door and followed by the echoing of his name.

"Jason Castro!"

Jason stifled a shrilled cry, pushing you away from his naked form. You stumbled backward, still out of breath, as he hastened to put his clothes back on, zipping too quickly, and caught himself in the zipper. You leapt up and pressed your hand over his mouth and silenced him. You watched as tears cascaded down his delicate features. Just as before, you sank to the floor and kneeled before him. You cringed upon seeing blood. So much for a romantic proposal, you thought to yourself. You lapped your tongue across the open skin and licked away the blood. You lowered his zipper, gently tucked in his injured member, and zipped him up.

"Hurts." He whined.

"I'm sorry our first intimate moment ended with you being hurt." You whispered into his ear.

"Not your fault." He whispered back. "I was the one being clumsy."

"No, you weren't. You were just being Jason." You sucked on his earlobe and kissed his neck, tickling his sides to make him giggle and smile, again.

He tried to squirm out of your embrace, but you held on tighter, afraid to let go, capturing his swollen lips, again. Another series of knocks pounded on the door, this time followed by a familiar booming voice.

"Jason, are you in there?! It's dad!"

"It's dad." He whispered.

"I know."

"I..." His eyes darted to the still banging door. "I..."

You grasped his chin, turning his face towards you, again, to steal another kiss, just one last kiss, to recapture the essence of the moment, when his lips grew slack against yours.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into your mouth. "I'm so sorry, David. I have to go. My dad is here to take me to the airport."

"Tonight? You're leaving me already. Where are you going?"

"Home and then LA. Lots and lots of meetings to attend with agents and producers and such." He murmured.

"I can help you, Jason. I can hook you up with the right people. Hell, I'll make RCA sign you and if they won't, I won't give them an album."

"It's awfully sweet of you," Jason said as he rubbed your stubbly chin and kissed your lips lightly. "But I have to do this on my own." He whispered and then walked away before giving one last kiss. He trudged toward the door, adjusting his clothes. He had one hand on the doorknob, ready to turn, when he swirled around to meet your lingering gaze.

"You wanted to ask me something?"

You thought about your intending proposal, but thought best to let it go. Instead you smiled, hiding your sadness behind grey eyes, and asked him, "When you return home to your nice posh little world, will you still love me?"

"I love you more today than yesterday. But not as much as tomorrow. Good-"

You leapt forward, pressing your fingers over his lips.

"No. No good-byes." You told him and sent him away with one last kiss to the lips. "I'll see you when I see you."

He smiled and repeated after you, "I'll see you when I see you."

Author's Notes: If you're feeling nostalgic, come visit me at Aphrodite's Labyrinth for stories inspired by the sparkly boys of 'Nsync like the classic, "A Tale of Two of Boybands" first archived here a decade ago, otherwise for more recent works, vist my author's page at Castrofics.