I Feel You
By: Rawiya

“Erm, I…I…,” just a moment, Jennifer.

“Um, allo? I need to give yoo a call back, alright? Yeah, um in a little bit, yeah? Fantastic, later then.” I pushed the disconnect, hoping I had not ruined my chance with the pop tart. Seemingly, our earlier conversation convinced him that we needed to…

“I’m waiting Dave, who is thinkin’ of yoo?” Jennifer’s eyes could have killed me at this juncture, much like the expression Martin gave me earlier.

“Love, an old friend. Someone I had not seen in a long time is all. He had written me an email and I was rather excited to hear from him.” Well at least that last part was true, I was happy John called.

Jennifer shifted her stance, putting her hand on her hip. “Hmm, the look yoo gave, I thought yoo might be talkin’ to a female, it was ratha campy.”

‘Oh boy…’

“Well, yoo know how I can be sometimes. I get a little happier when I should hearing from the guys back home, besides I thought yoo liked that about me?” I got up, walked over to her, taking my lovely wife into my arms.

Once I tightened my grip on her, she put hers around my shoulder. “Ah Dave, I do actually. Such is the reason why I married yoo. I love that yoo don’t care about acting a little bender. Between your performances and how yoo let me do yoo ever so often, yoo definitely keep me on my toes.” That minute, she enveloped my lips between hers, my cock twitched immediately.

‘Ah well, I do love the feel of a cock occasionally, if only she knew about Martin…’

Jennifer and I did experiment from time to time. I would allow her to penetrate me with a strap-on, just to keep things interesting. However, mostly, I desired to be on top, the one giving, exuding my male power over her.

“Dave, I…I want to take the kids over my mums. I need to feel yoo tonight, Dave, it’s been awhile hasn’t it?”

‘She wants me; I guess she has forgotten that she caught me talking sweet with John Taylor…’

“It has my love. Jus wot I need after meeting with the tarts earlier, a release…” I said after planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Mmhmm, how did it go? I know that yoo said it might be difficult since yoo had a row with John Taylor years ago…”

“Yeah, it actually was great until that fat son of a bitch, Lebon, started makin’ silly statements. Unfortunately, Lebon doesn’t fancy the fact that I am the betta singer…”

Chuckling, she dropped her hands to my buttocks. “Yoo ar indeed, Mr. Gahan. Simon wishes he could croon as well as yoo. Although I do hafta admit, he was quite the looker back in the day. My favorite Duran was always John, but then again, whose wasn’t?”

‘Humph, yeah, exactly what I tried to say to Mart this afternoon…’

“True, he is a nice lookin’ fellow. I am glad that we could see past what happened between us back then. It is a shame that Lebon cannot get ova things like John can. I mean, if anyone should have a problem with me, it should be him…”

“Very true. Ah, no worries, such is life then, yeah? I am glad yoo and John came to terms. Maybe we could invite him and his lovely wife for dinner soon…”

‘Hmm, not a bad idea, though I am not sure how either wife would like that their husbands fancy each other.’

Now that I knew I had broken the wall between Taylor and me, I could not help but be excited. The thought of being inside him invigorated me, it always had. Although, it might be awhile before we would get the chance, I could not help but to anticipate it with joy.

‘John Taylor, where he should be. In my arms, where I have always wanted him to be; feelings are definitely good, as he would say so eloquently.’

Waking me out of my short vision was Jennifer. “Dave, have yoo heard anythin’ I jus said?”

‘No…’

“Erm, sorry love, I was dreamin’ of the last time yoo thrust inside me love. Wot time ar we takin’ the kids ova to yor mums?”

Again, she laughed. “Erm, well, I could run them ova there in about an hour. Let me jus give her a call. It has been awhile since she has seen them.”

“Brill love, I cannot wait for tonight, then.” I grabbed her ass while engulfing her lips.

“Mmmhhh Dave, I can’t either. The expressions on yor face afta I’ve pleasured yoo with that plastic cock is one to treasure, my love. Yor come face is so sexy…”

Laughing, I smacked her thighs. “Yoo ar a naughty girl, Jennifer. I love that about yoo. I think yoo could make me climax from jus about anythin’.
Although that hard toy is not really yors, jus the thought that yoo ar the one, pushin’ inside me and yoo enjoying it, makes my toes curl. Love, yoo ar…GOD’S. We need to stop now before we start somethin’ we can’t stop. Go call yor mum…quickly…”

‘It was true; I was thinking of being penetrated, just not by Jennifer, it was John I was picturing.’

The image of Taylor taking me, invading me with that monster, that I had heard many groupies speak of, put me on edge. For whatever reason, I seemed to fuck the same women that John had done. In actuality, it made me feel closer to him, as if we were doing each other; really we were touching the same flesh, right?

Moreover, even though I liked to be in charge when it came to Mart and my wife, the prospect of flip-flopping with my desired tart was exhilarating. Mostly, I like to be the top but for him; I would gladly allow him entry into my puckered muscle.

Jennifer giggled, attempting to move away. “Ah David Gahan, yoo make me crazy. I love yoo!”

“And I yoo, my love. Hurry!” Yet again, I whacked her on her ass, making her squeal.

Slowly, she walked towards our bedroom, still rubbing her backside.

Grinning, I retreated to our couch, putting my feet up on the table again.

‘God’s I wonder what John is doing right now?’

Again, the excitement of all that was about to occur made me yearn for my favorite vice. I pulled one out my silver case, lighting it immediately.

‘Fuck, how lucky can I be?’

As I blew smoke into the air, Jennifer appeared back in the room, blowing a kiss in my direction.

“I guess I will let it go, that yoo ar, yet again, smokin’ in the house, dear.”

“God’s, sorry my love, I jus needed something to calm me down knowin’ what we will be doin’ tonight…” I hopped up, running over to her, placing a light kiss on her cheek before sprinting towards the our “back porch.” “I’ll be back in before yoo take the kids, alright?”

“Yes, my darling. Yoo ar a great husband,” she said, returning the slap that I had given her earlier.

With cancer stick in hand, I walked out to the balcony we had behind the kitchen; this was the closest thing we had to a porch. In our place in New York, we had a similar setup. I hate big houses specifically because I’m not much of a gardener or groundskeeper, for that matter.

While sitting on the stoop, I took another puff of my Marlboro. Again, my thoughts reverted to John, instead of my wife.

‘Damnit, I cannot wait to be with him…’

Funny that I would feel this way about someone that I had not had too much contact with. Besides the row we had years ago, we never really spent any time together, less alone in the same room. You would think that since we were both musicians, we would travel in the same circles but, really, that rarely happened. Duran and Depeche did not party with the same people; they were more artsy than we were while we were pretty much rats.

Back in the day, bands hung out together a lot but we as Depeche stayed away from those particular gatherings. We did not want to be seen with the likes of Duran, Spandau, Wham, Culture Club, or any of the others for that matter because we were too proud to do so. Moreover, we felt superior to all the pop tart bands; we had so much more substance than they did.

Still, from a far, I managed to fall for the biggest tart of them all, John Taylor. Although he had quite the bender look back in the day, he was beautiful, gorgeous even. When I did run into any of the other aforementioned musicians, they would all say the same, “That Taylor, fucking John Taylor.”

Everyone acknowledged that he was a beauty. Who could not adore that look that he wore oh so well? Not, over the top, androgynous like Rhodes or Mart, for that matter, but, just manly enough to be a man and lovely enough to appeal to women and men everywhere.

‘Now, I will get the chance to be with him…now…’

I took one last puff on my cigarette and threw it on the ground.

As I stared into the evening sky, my brain envisioned Mr. Taylor on the bed, completely nude. The long body lying atop the mattress, his legs intertwined with the sheets. John, on his stomach, with his buttocks exposed. His brownish-blond hair against the pillow, the curls of the ends just kissing the nape of his neck.

Slowly, I leaned in, planting a gentle peck on the back of his head. Just that small touch woke him from his slumber, making him turn over to look at me.

When our eyes met, he ran his fingers along the side of my face. When he got to my top lip, I took it between my own, biting it.

“John…” I whispered while angling downward towards his beautiful face. “I want to feel yoo again, my love…”

Once we connected, I thrust my tongue, deep inside his mouth. When we ceased, his hand danced within my scalp. The sensation from that caused a stir in my groin, propelling me to embrace him yet again.

“God’s John, again, now, yeah?” I said as we ravaged each other’s mouths.

“Dave, Dave, look who jus stumbled by…” The voice of my wife startled me as I popped up before looking into the eyes of a former lover.

“Hello Dave, I was in town, jus thought I’d drop by…”

‘Oh God…’

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