Halo
By: Rawiya

“Tell me John, jus wot ar yoo sayin’? Wot has he done to yoo…” Simon’s eyes pierced my soul, his voice gruff and deep.

‘Shit, I knew this would be an issue…’

“Tell me, damnit! Wot has the wanker done to yoo, John?”

Afraid, I leaned upwards looking deeply into the eyes of my man. “Simon, I, jus, well; I felt somethin’ when he kissed me is all. I…I liked it…”

The moment I finished my admission, Simon pounced on top of me, putting his hands on my neck. “John, yoo jus told me it meant nothin’; you said that it didn’t affect yoo, John, why did yoo lie to me.” His hold became tighter, I was gasping for air.

‘Oh God’s he is trying to kill me…’

“Ahhh...ugh…” I hacked, struggling to breathe, “Please baby, I’m sorry. I jus liked the feel of his lips is all, ple…please Si, I love yoo, and I could, neva, love anotha…” Again, I coughed, whilst trying to finish my sentence.

Within seconds, he let go. “Damnit John, I trusted yoo. We have been lovers for ova thirty years John, yoo and I ar soul mates. Tis the reason the fans call us Josi, we ar meant to be togetha…”

‘That makes no difference; they pair me up with everyone. If only they knew that, all those acronyms were true. I had been on top of all of them, Joro, Joni…”

Still recovering from Simon’s mild assault, “Ahem, Simon… I know we ar that is why yoo shouldn’t worry about anything. I had a thought, I was thinkin’ of Dave while jaggin’ off and now it’s done ova. Yoo know how freaky I am,” I winked attempting to change the subject.

“Jus wot brought that on, hmm, I mean, yoo haven’t seen the bloke since earlier today…” Simon was still on top of me.

‘Oh…um…uh…’

I tried to think fast, pondering, what excuse I could give. “It made a lasting impression Si, that’s all.” To bring the attention away from Dave, I reached up caressing his nude chest with my fingertips. My nails dragged through the fine hairs that lead to his treasure trail.

‘God’s he is still a hot man, a little weighty but still my hot man…’

“Simon, honestly, yoo have nothin’ to fear. I am and always will be yor angel, yor fallen angel. Old habits die-hard, yoo know that. I left my halo at my mum’s house before I bought my first flat.”

Simon chuckled at my response. Seemingly, he believed what I was saying to him. “Ah duckie, my John, my JT, I love yoo. I jus get so worked up when it comes to yoo is all. I mean, I jus want yoo here; I don’t want yoo to leave. Yoo have to go home to that…thing yoo call a wife and I have my lovely bird but, we have somethin’ more, baby; somethin’ I have cherished my whole fuckin’ life, yoo know.”

Listening to his sweet talk, I smiled. Right then, I knew what I needed to do to calm his fears.

“I know, love. We do have that somethin’, that thing goin’ on between us that’s incredible, more so than any otha relationship I’ve eva had,” I said while tracing his lips with my fingertips.

As he bit my index, I winced. Slowly, he leaned down, taking my mouth into his. Our tongues thrashed together leaving both of us breathless. “John, I love that yoo no longer wear a halo, but please don’t lie to me again. Woteva is bothering yoo or whomeva; I will take care of it for yoo, John.” Within seconds, his lips engulfed mine again.

While we kissed, both of us worked on my denims, pushing them free and clear of my waist. Quickly, Simon rose, pulling the jeans off my legs. In turn, I yanked my shirt off tossing it aside.

“Oh John, God’s I love yoo. I love yoo, JT…,” he whispered, grinding his crotch into me.

‘Yes Si, yes…’

Not too long after, he was inside me, penetrating my tight space as only he could. From time to time, we switched rolls but now, I wanted my man to take charge.

“Yes, shiii…Si…” I breathed as his teeth punctured my flesh. We loved our sex rough; it was one of the great things about our relationship.

“John, tell me you’ll neva leave me, eva,” Simon said in a gruff tone whilst riding the puckered spot between my thighs.

‘I’ll never leave, but then again…’

“Simon, I will not leave yoo, I promise,” I moaned as Simon continued forcing himself inside me.

A wicked grin was his only answer, I had satisfied him just I had done so many times before. I knew how to work this man.

Since the beginning, when we met back in 1981, he knew that I was no angel. My halo might have been lost by the time I turned ten.
I, Nigel John Taylor, had never been anything close to a saint. I knew I was hot and I used that along with my intelligence to get where I was today. A reputable musician that had the life anyone would love.

A beautiful wife, a beautiful daughter, money, music, and a male lover who worshipped the ground I walked on. Who needs sainthood when you had that?

‘So,why would I chance that just to fuck Gahan?’

Yes why would I? John Taylor always looks for his next high, is why. Although I had not drank, or taken drugs, in almost two decades, I tried to enjoy my existence in other ways.

Fucking Gahan, would be a high, I believed. Something different, something new is all. I wasn’t looking for anything more and I hope Gahan wasn’t either because he will be sadly disappointed.

I would never leave Si or Gela for anyone, less alone, fucking David Gahan. Our time together would be a delicacy, one to only be sampled, once.

“John, yess, FUCK…” Simon screamed, ramming his hardened flesh into me again.

As I observed his expression, my mind generated the face of David on top of me.

“Yes, Simon, oh God,” I said slowly trying not to fuck up by saying the wrong name.

Quickly, I grabbed him, rolling Simon onto his back. I moved downward, taking his oozing vessel in between my lips.

“Shiii…ugh John, yoo ar amazin’, love.” Simon’s hands found the top of my head.

‘Ah, yes another blow to keep my man happy, as only I can.’

When I finished, I rose, pressing my lips upon his. I darted my tongue in and out of his mouth, causing my cock to get stiff.

‘I need to be in charge now…’

I stretched my arm out grabbing the lube and latex. When Simon saw me, he fingered the curve of my jaw.

“Yes love, yor halo did fall off some time ago, yeah?”Simon giggled as I prepared him for my invasion.

“Indeed LeBon, let me remind yoo jus how long I’ve been a very…bad…boy…”

No longer feeling the guilt of Simon catching my act earlier, I pushed myself into him. This time a little harder than usual just to pay him back for that disturbing chokehold he’d applied earlier.

‘Yes, I appreciate what I have but that would not stop me for getting more out of life…’

Later that evening…

I had Simon knocked out for the count from our lengthy bonking session. Not to disturb him, I picked up my phone, calling Dave Gahan.

For some strange reason, I wanted to talk dirty to him just as he’d done to me earlier in the day. I mean, I did say I was freaky didn’t I?

After three rings, my desired shag picked up.

“Allo, John…” he said, the smile was coming through the phone.

I grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Allo Gahan, wot ar yoo doin’ right now…”

At Dave’s Home…

“Nothin’ John, I guess yor thinkin’ of me…” I said fiddling with the material of my slacks.

Through the receiver, I could hear his interest, “Yeah, a little,” he giggled.

Just as I was about to get involved in deep conversation…

“David, who is thinkin’ of yoo?” My wife Jennifer gave me a glare; I did not know what to do.

‘FUCK…’

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