Chapter 18

He was watching the bubbles run up and disappear from his cool beer, his fingertip drawing different patterns on the wet surface of the glass. As the music switched to “The Undertaker” from Puscifer, he sighed and faintly smiled. This was the first song he heard when he and Martin entered the pub section of the BDSM club for the first time about a month ago. He could still remember clearly as some faces turned towards them. From the first glimpse not much seemed to be different here than in a normal club. Guys and some chicks were chatting and drinking by the round tables while some nice rock music was playing from the speakers. After getting to the bar they ordered a beer and from the corner of his eye he followed a tall woman in latex outfit disappear behind a corner. He nodded to Martin who shrugged his shoulders and they followed her to enter the backrooms of the club, where the fun has begun…

It was insane how quickly the days were passing by when he was around his blonde lover. He sighed again and sipped from his beer. As his foot moved to the rhythm of the song, letting Maynard’s voice lull his senses he thought about how quickly he found friends here and how strange it was that he found these friends in such a club. Somehow… he felt even freer here. The guests who visited this place to fulfill their needs – let it be some hot sex in the backrooms or just a nice chat with someone by the bar – were like a small community who cared about each other. Someone always had a good word for him and this was new for him. Of course he knew that he was attractive and could fool around nicely and some hot flirting wasn’t far from him either, but he rarely did these when Martin was with him. Yeah, as he got to know the place, he got to know the regular people too – he knew what they needs were, he knew who was with whom and so on, though no one told him these things. He noticed these from the non-verbal signs that are common in such clubs. He knew what to look for when he had something on his mind and usually he got what he wanted even back in New York, but there the clubs he visited were somehow impersonal and people went there just for the kind of sex they couldn’t get elsewhere. But this more closed community was different. And Dave liked it, just like his new friends.

He turned his head and said “hi, Frank” to a muscular half-naked guy in leather pants as he stroked along his back as a greeting and headed for the backrooms. The singer knew that Frank wanted to get into his pants, but he was never pushy and Dave liked to flirt with these guys, though everyone kept his distance, respecting if the other had a relationship or wasn’t up for more.

Yes, here he could be the real Dave Gahan. He could be honest and didn’t have to hide this side of him. He could touch or kiss Martin in front of the others, because it was natural here. And he didn’t want to leave all this new life behind. It has just begun, but he could already feel its end. They were close to finish the work on the lyrics, though they’ll have to help a bit for the band to make them perfect, but in a few weeks time he’ll have to go back to New York, to his family and boring life. This little fling and affair with Martin will come to an end. And somehow he felt utterly sad about this, though he tried to hide this from his lover.

“Earth to Dave! Hey, don’t you want to recognize me, or what?” he felt a punch in his shoulder and a familiar scent hit his nose.

“Hey Trix!” he smiled at the pretty, but little boyish woman. She was the same height as him, had dark-brown eyes and her hair was cut in a pixie-like shorter style. Although she had a bit more sharp features, she was a real woman from head to toe.

Her lustful moan echoed in his ear as he pushed his throbbing dick back into her tight and moist pussy… Her sweaty face glistened in the half-light of the backroom. He turned his head to the side as he grabbed her leg on his shoulder and licked along the leather of her long boot…

“Why so seeeeerious?!” she quoted from a film while she ran her fingers through his hair as a friendly gesture and gave him a big smile and a kiss on the face.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just thinking. Where’s Justine?” he glimpsed around.

“She’s still suffering with a project that her asshole boss gave her in the last minute. You know, deadlines and stuff” she shrugged.

“I see” he sighed “Fancy a drink with me?”

“Sure” she winked at him and sat on the next barstool. “So why the long nose, sweetie?” she asked while waiting for her beer.

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired or in a bad mood” he shrugged.

“Ah-hhha, sure…” she glimpsed at him “And this has nothing to do with an absent curly man, huh?”

“Dunno what you’re talking about” he murmured and felt grateful to the bartender who put her beer in front of her “Let’s drink on this place and our friendship instead” he raised his glass.

He writhed on the hard table while she sucked on his hard cock, fucking him hard with her mouth and a thick dildo, rubbing it against his love button until he screamed out loud and shot his hot load between the crimson-red lips…

“That’s a nice toast. Cheers!” she said and clinked glasses with him. “You’ve already started saying goodbye, right?” she asked, frowning after they drank.

“Whaat…?”

“I’m not stupid, David. I’m a dom, I pay attention to the details” she shrugged “And it’s all over your pretty face” she stroked his cheek and gently took his chin between her fingers to turn him towards her “You don’t want to leave him here, right?” she searched his face and Dave had to turn his head away from the all-knowing look.

“Yeah. I feel good here” he whispered and stared at his half-empty glass.

“I know how hard this can be… especially when someone falls for that special person…” she said quietly.

“I’m not…”

“Don’t try to deny it – or at least not in front of me. It’s obvious” she looked seriously at him.

“Trix…”

“You don’t have to talk about it. Just think about it” she turned back to her beer and silence fell upon them.

Dave was shocked as he stared at the counter, but didn’t see anything. As he looked up, he saw his reflection in a mirror. He was pale and wide-eyed. He could see the surprise on his own face as he realized that his friend was right. He quickly examined his confused feelings and although the thing inside his heart was a mess, he felt the truth in her words. When did this turn into more than just being fuck-buddies? When did that short man mesmerize him this much? When did he fall in love with him and his twisted mind?

“Fuck, you’re right…” he closed his eyes and rubbed them with a sigh then looked at the woman on his side, who had a reassuring little smile on her red lips.

“It’s okay, hon, to feel this way” she put an arm around his shoulder.

“I… I know, it’s just… Soon we’ll have to part. I’ll have to go back to New York and I… I just don’t want to think about leaving him behind. I want to… I want to be with him all the time” he whispered quickly as if he said something terrible.

“I can understand you. We went through a similar situation with Jus and had some rough time, but in the end everything turned out the way that someone upstairs wanted it.”

Dave chuckled shortly and bent his head on Trix’s shoulder while he put an arm around her waist. “Thanks” he said hoarsely.

“It’s nothing, baby” she answered and planted a kiss on his temple.

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Dave was walking slowly towards his hotel, lost in his thoughts. He sighed again and thought about Trix and her advices. He really liked his new friend and her small blonde lover, Justine. A while ago they had a chat with Martin about the girls and agreed that it’s as if Jus was searching for support and shelter in her dominant woman, who seemed to be quite protective over her. They suspected that something was going on in the background, but they never asked about too personal stuff. The boys knew that everyone in such clubs have their own problems in life and going to the club was a way to deal with or get away from these issues.

After spotting a woman who resembled his wife, his thoughts turned back New York, where he’ll have to go back soon. It was strange that he had no desire to go there. That place didn’t mean the same thing than it used to be. He still loved the buzzing city and his family, of course, however he felt a wall between him and that world and this wall got thicker with every single day he spent here in London. He was drifting away – just like he did with his children long ago. He turned around a corner and pulled up the zipper on his leather jacket, because of the cold wind that hit him. Sometimes when he called Rosie to talk a bit, he noticed that she tried to get quickly over with the conversation to go and do her own business. He didn’t blame her though. She was in this age, discovering everything that interests her and talking to her messed up father wasn’t her top priority. Still, this hurt Dave, but he couldn’t do anything against it. He was the same – or worse – in this age. But as he remembered these occasions, he felt himself useless. He wasn’t a part of their lives anymore. But these feelings completely disappeared when he saw that warm glowing in Martin’s eyes when they looked at each other after spending some hours with mind-blowing sex and cuddled on the bed afterwards. He didn’t want these occasions to stop. He wanted to enjoy what the blonde man could give to him. He wanted to see the girls time after time. He wanted to be able to go down to the club and drink with his friends or go to the back rooms and do his kinky businesses there. He wanted all…

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