Never Let Me Down
By: Rawiya

“Fucking Simon I swear, I wish they had neva gotten together. He treats him like a submissive, always ordering him around and I really don’t know how John puts up with it.” Nick pushed his phone in his pocket before quickly grabbing a clove from the other.

“Well maybe John likes it that way, he certainly seems like he does anyhow,” I said taking a cigarette out of my jacket.

“Maybe, but, oh sod it why ar we sitting here talking about them for?” Nick lit his cancer stick.

“True, there ar more important things to talk about Rhodes, like, yoo for example…” I had always had a thing for Rhodes; he was such a perfectionist like me.

“Erm, wot’s to know Martin? I am getting older by the minute, have a grown daughter, and seemingly, besides Roger, I am the only sane one in this thing called Juran Juran. I mean, I’m happy that we ar going it alone but it’s kind of scary at the same time.”

“Hmph, yes it is. Kudos to yoo guys for deciding to do that though. Sometimes yoo need to have that sense of independence to spur yoo on. Yoo can get ratha lazy when yoo have the backing of a record company. Ours has been good to us though, I don’t think we would ever think about leaving them.”

“That’s awesome Martin, well hopefully things will work out for both bands. I always liked Depeche’s music, very moody, heartfelt. Yoo guys have built quite a following.”

“Wow, such praise coming from a man that I thought did not like anything otha than Duran Duran.” I took another hit off my cigarette.

Nick grinned, “Well we ar in competition. I neva usually let anyone know wot bands I enjoy unless someone asks me. Back in the old days though, we only said we liked our heroes: Bowie, Roxy Music, and Bryan Ferry. I don’t eva recall saying that I liked Depeche or U2 for that matter.”

“Or Spandau,” I added.

“Yes, exactly. Now that both of us ar icons in our own right, there is no need to hide that we might fancy one anotha’s recordings.” Nick ordered a glass of wine from a waitress passing by.

“I agree, which is why I thought this concert would be a nice idea. Too bad Simon and Dave cannot seem to get along to do this. It would be fantastic for the fans and for us.”

Nick nodded taking his wine from the lady. “Indeed, somehow we have got to come up with a way to get those two to get ova that nonsense. Yoo know, did something happen while I was outside with Simon? Yoo, Dave, and John seemed to be a little rattled.”

‘Oh fuck. Why am I going to say?’

“Erm, well there was a heated exchange between Dave and John that I caught the tail end of. They had a little row.”

‘A row indeed that was coupled with a lip lock I suppose.’

“Hmm, no wonder John had that expression on his face. Yoo had to break them up?”

“Uh, well, yeah. I did not want to tell yoo Nick. I did not want to make the situation any worse, considering Simon and Dave were coming close to fist-a-cuffs while we all sat here.”

“Understood, Martin.” Satisfied with my story, he drank the rest of the contents from the crystal before lifting his wallet from his jacket. “Well, I guess the concert really is dead in the water. Alright Martin, well maybe in next life like we joked. I’m gonna get going now,” he said after throwing a few notes on the table.

“So soon Rhodes? Where ar yoo off to?” I had to ask because I enjoyed spending time with him now that we had reconnected after all these years.

Nick and I were pretty much the only members between both bands that talked on occasion. Although deep down I was not a really, big fan of Duran’s music, I loved their determination to shed the annoying pop tart image. Not only that, all the other bands in Britain had to admit all the blokes were talented in some form or another, especially Nick who had the vision to further the concept of the music video.

“Erm, I wanted to get home to work on some things. Why do yoo ask?” He stood up, adjusting his suit and tie.

“Oh I see, well jus wondering. We had not chatted in so long. I quite enjoy talking with yoo.”

‘Chatting, hoping that there might be a possibility of more.’

Nick chuckled, “Ah Martin, that’s quite nice of yoo, chum. I delight in our conversation as well. Howeva, I will be meeting Tati, my daughter, for dinner this evening. She had some ideas to discuss with me.”

“I see, fancy a ride home then? I noticed that yoo still don’t drive.” I got up as well, putting some money down to cover the tab and tip.

“That would be nice, thank yoo. Then I don’t have to call my driver.”

Within minutes, we were outside getting in my Aston Martin. I pulled off not knowing where I was going, I just knew that I wanted to spend some time with him alone.

He gave me his address, which I emblazoned in my brain. The neighborhood he lived in, I was very aware of since I’d had friends that stayed there. If I‘d known that before, I would have visited him.

“Martin, the short cut to my house is around this corner here. The driver always takes this route because it’s quickest. Do you mind if I have a smoke in here?”

“Not at all Nick, yoo really enjoy the cloves eh?”

“Yeah, I’ve been smoking them for quite a while. Leaves a betta taste than the fags yoo know,” he chuckled lightening his favorite vice.

As much as I wanted to ignore his suggestion of the alternative route to his house, I went on so he would not suspect anything.

Since we finally were getting a chance to chat alone, I thought this the best time to admit to him how I thought he was the most fanciable member of Duran. Although John was the heartthrob and Roger the hunk, Nick had always struck me as the most beautiful. His androgynous look turned me on when I gawked at his pictures in Star Hits. Even now, without all the makeup, time had been kind to his face, leaving only the lines of a mature man behind.

Besides, I had felt that we were good enough friends to make that admission. Even though I was not sure how he would take it, I also knew that he would handle it with class; his personality said that he would.

‘However, what if he did not feel the same? That would be a letdown.’

“Yoo know Nick, I been thinkin’ of something,” I said trying to keep my hands on the steering wheel considering I wanted so badly to touch his leg.

“Wot’s that Martin.”

“Please, call me Mart. That’s a name only my close friends use.”

“Alright Mart, wot’s on yor mind.”

‘Here goes nothing.’

“Nick, I…I always liked yoo, yoo know. I find yoo intelligent, cleva, and…”

“Well thank yoo,” he smiled, blowing smoke out the window.

“And gorgeous,” I said turning my attention back to the road as I came up on his address.

Nick turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Huh, I’m sorry?”

“Erm, I find yoo attractive Nick. Yoo ar quite the looker, I have always thought so.”

Nick laughed while putting out his cigarette. “Oh I see. Well, thanks, I neva considered myself to be a looker, especially, in a band full of attractive men. Andy and I were always an aftathought when measuring up against Simon, John, and Roger.”

“Not in my mind Rhodes, yoo had brains and beauty.”

Once I turned my car off, I reached out for him, tracing the maturity lines on his face with my fingertips.

“Well thanks Mart, how long have yoo felt like this?” Nick didn’t shy away from my touch obviously, I intrigued him.

“For quite awhile Nick, I jus neva had the chance to share that with yoo. I felt that now would be a good time.”

Nervously, he chuckled, putting his clove out in the ashtray. “Uh huh, so wot does that mean now. I’m flattered but truthfully Mart, I always saw yoo as a friend, neva as someone I desired.”

‘So, jus like Dave said, that does not matter.’

“It’s okay Nick, maybe you’ll see it differently afta we’ve spend time togetha,” I breathed leaning closer to him to decrease the space between us.

As soon as I finished my sentence, I took his lips into my own, forcing my tongue into his mouth.

“Mart…mmm…” he moaned as my fingers danced in his hair while his grasped my neck.

‘I knew this would be amazing.’

Once we ceased, we put our foreheads together; both of us looking downward to avoid each other’s gaze.

“Nick, I…want yoo…” I cooed, moving slightly to kiss his cheek.

“Mart…I’m not sure I can do this. The feelings ar not mutual; I don’t make a habit out of sleeping with someone based on lust.

“Nick, I know this would be only one sided, I’m not worried about that. Please Nick, if only for this one time…”

Nick peered into my hazels, grasping my shoulders. “Mart…”

Just as we were about to embrace again, my phone rang startling me. With one hand still on Nick, I used the other to remove it from my jacket.

“Yeah, Dave, calm down wot ar yoo saying?”

Nick leaned back on the seat. “Mart, I thought yoo said John and Dave had a row, did I jus hear Dave say his kiss jarred something in John?”

‘Oh no!’

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