Lose Control
Rawiya

“Yep, uh huh. Well Martin, I can’t believe it either. I mean, when they drove up and I saw him in the car…” Bryan said while finishing his cup of java.

Bryan Chattlesbury was spilling the beans as to Dave’s whereabouts; in his mind, it was his duty as a Mode fan to tell Martin Gore that his lover, Dave, was in his guest house with John Taylor.

“Wot? Yeah, I mean, wot’s the deal? When did this happen?”

At Martin’s house

“It happened quite suddenly, actually. I don’t know wot has gotten into him. I know he has always sort of fancied John, but, I cannot believe he is actually acting on it…” Martin replied sitting at his kitchen table in his robe.

Martin bristled at the fact that his lover was in the hands of another man, albeit someone he liked as well but not enough to do anything about it.

As he stood there chatting with Bryan, Alan walked out of Martin’s bedroom in only his underwear. Since his arrival back in town, Martin and Alan had reconnected their union with each other, however, they wanted to bring Dave into the relationship as they had years ago.

“Okay, well, we need to get dressed. I definitely want to do somethin’ about it. Dave does not know wot he’s getting himself into, he is acting on lust evidently. Yep, well, we shall see yoo soon, I’ll phone when I’m close. Bye…” Martin pressed the red button on his phone in disgust.

Alan kissed Martin’s head, rubbing his fingers through the platinum blonde hair of his good friend.

“Good mornin’, love, who was that on the phone?”

Martin hesitated, he knew that telling Alan that Dave was with John would set him off. Martin always wondered why Alan had something against John. Martin thought John to be a nice man just not right to be in his companion’s arms, taking his place.

“Who was it, Mart? Wot’s the problem…” Alan sat at the table grabbing the coffee pot, serving himself a cup.

Martin cleared his throat, “Ahem, Alan…um…I was on the line with Bryan Chattlesbury…”

Alan smiled while taking a sip, “Oh really, how’s he doin’…”

Martin rolled his eyes, “He’s good but, em…I was talkin’ to him about Dave because I knew that from time to time, Dave would go to Bryan if he needed somethin’.”
Alan and Martin, after being kicked out of Dave’s place, spent the rest of the afternoon together. However, later, they desired Dave to be there as well. Alas, when they wanted to bring Dave to Martin’s house to join them, he would not answer the door. After several failed attempts to reach him by phone, they returned to Martin’s home.

“Yeah, so is Dave there, is he with Bryan right now…”

Martin wrung his hands, “Erm, well not quite…he is there on Bry’s estate…”

Alan put the cup down, glaring at Martin; he could see that the usually cool Martin appeared to be nervous about something. “Martin, wot is it…why do yoo act as though there is somethin’ yoo don’t want to tell me?”

“Well, I, erm…Dave is there but he’s with…uh…he’s with John Taylor…”

The moment that Martin said that Alan’s eyes widened. Right then, he put his hand over his mouth, not believing that the man he loved was with one he also fancied.

For years, Alan had feelings for John Taylor also but he never admitted to anything. Now, upon hearing that his lover was with John, his desired, he could not comprehend, his brain going in all different directions.

“Ar yoo serious? When did they go, wot…wot time did they get there?”

Still looking at the table, “Bryan says they been there about an hour; they’re in the guest house.”

Alan smirked, “Is that so. Well Mart, we need to go then. No doubt Dave is doin’ somethin’ foolish. We need to stop him from gettin’ himself involved with the tart. Let’s go get dressed…” He turned up the mug, finishing his coffee.

Martin, who was not getting up with Alan, sat for a moment, thinking if there was something that could be done. He wondered if Dave was truly acting on his gut or his groin. Either way, not a bad thing to do, but he was jealous and desired Dave to be back in his arms, enjoying his affections as he had done for years.

Alan, wondering why Martin would not move: “Martin, c’mon, wot ar yoo still sitting there for? We need to go to the guest house and stop him before he goes too far…”

“That’s jus it, Alan. I’m not sure we can stop this from occurring. I know Dave, when he wants somethin’, he’ll do woteva he can to get it…”

Alan put his hand on his hip; he could not believe that Martin was saying this. “Martin, this is the man we love we ar talkin’ about. I thought we wanted to bring our relationship with him back into the forefront. We can’t do that if he is with the tart…”

“Yeah, but, I’m thinkin’ that Dave is doin’ this to make a point or if he is doin’ this to satisfy somethin’ that has been there awhile…” Although the words stung that were coming from his mouth, in the back of his conscious, he felt that Dave might have been spending time with John because something was missing; something that Dave thought he could gain from John Taylor.

Martin had done that as well, leaving Dave to be with Alan since he was not feeling the same way about their companionship. It was that move that started the whole thing with the Mode trois in the first place.

Alan sighed, “Martin, it does not matter. I refuse to sit here and allow the man I love to be with someone that I am not fond of. Not only that, I need Dave. The whole reason I am back in London is because I was craving him jus as I did years ago. My feelings for yoo and Dave ar strong, I want to bring our scenario back to life…”

Wryly, Martin smiled; he also wanted things back as they were especially since his own marriage had gone awry. Things had been stagnant with Martin on the love front and he desired to make things better with Dave since he’d always had that to fall back on. However, he tried to put himself in Dave’s head that moment. Martin knew that Dave had spoken about being sexually bored, wanting to have a little less control when it came his affections. Martin had offered himself to Dave but he refused saying that being with Mart would be old hat.

“Alan, I…I’m not sure wot to do at this point. Can we really get Dave away from John knowing his determination?”

“Martin, again, I don’t care about that, now let’s go…” Martin said pulling Martin out of the chair leading him to the bedroom to get dressed.

At John’s hotel

“Simon, goddamnit, Simon, get off him,” Nick yelled as Simon knocked Roger to the ground with a hard shove.

Roger caught the fist that Simon was about to throw, twisting his wrist.

“Aargh, Roger, ahhh…” Simon screamed in agony as Roger pushed Simon off. Roger was about to punch him when Nick stopped him by grabbing his forearm.

“No, stop both of yoo. How the fuck is this supposed to settle anything?” Nick’s greens eyes glared at Simon then at Roger.

“He lunged at me, Nick, I was only tryin’ to defend myself and yoo should know better too, Simon than to try to come at me…”

Simon who was still on the floor in pain, “Yoo were sayin’ I had no control ova my lover, Roger. Yoo were insinuating that John needed someone else to give him more than wot we already had; I resent that comment…”
“Yoo only feel that way because yoo know it to be true. Why do yoo think he left in the first place? If he were truly happy, would yoo be callin’ us at the ungodly hour to come by here to help yoo sort things out? Would we be fighting about this right now if everythin’ between yoo and John were perfect?”

Simon slowly rose to his feet. Once again, his piercing blues met the eyes of cool, Roger. “How do yoo know that things with his wife ar not the reason as to why he left with Gahnnnnn…”

Roger rolled his eyes, “Oh Simon, stop foolin’ yorself. It’s ratha obvious that John is tryin’ to obtain somethin’ from Dave that he is missin’ in the relationship he has with yoo. Yoo ar his male lover, he is goin’ afta anotha male, not a woman. Plus, yoo jus said wot the fuckin’ problem is Simon; control. Yoo think yoo have a hold on him, maybe he does not want that anymore…”

Nick, listening to Roger speak was pondering over every word. Nick was just thinking how Roger wanted to take control over his life and him telling Simon this seemed to be wrong in so many ways. Nick though, would not complicate the situation any further by mentioning it in front of Simon.

Nick sighed, “Look yoo two, enough. None of this bickering back and forth is going to bring John back here. Why don’t we concentrate on finding out where he could have gone…I suppose I could call…” 

*RING* *RING*

Before Nick could finish his sentence, the sounds of his phone interrupted their conversation.

Nick smiled wryly, “Well wot do yoo know, its Martin. Maybe he can give us some insight as to where Dave and John ar…allo?”

Simon rolled his eyes, while Roger hugged Nick around the waist. Roger, who was still a bit uneasy after Martin kissed Nick, was feeling that he needed to make sure that his companion had no thoughts about leaving him as John did Simon. Moreover, he knew Nick to be a lot like John when it came to his attention span running out rather quickly; he knew if Nick did not feel the love from Roger that he might do the same thing. Nick did sleep with Warren and Simon all those years ago when Roger was distracted with his marital problems. Roger swore that he would never let anything like that happen again; his control over Nick’s love was what concerned him more than anything.

As Nick talked with Martin, his eyes bulged, “WOT?”

At the guest house

“John…fuck…” Dave said as he was now on top of him pushing his groin into his crotch while kissing his neck.

Neither of them had removed their trousers for the last half an hour or so, they had been delighting in each other’s kisses.

“Oh Dave, baby…I can’t help myself…I need yoo now, Dave…” John breathed, his fingers on the nape of Dave’s neck, grasping at his flesh. John wrapped his legs around Dave, his ankles now tickling the back of Dave’s knees.

“Oh, John, I swear, I can’t either, I’m loving this, I want this…” Dave smiled ceasing the assault on John’s throat in favor of his mouth.

John heartily accepted, once again, forcing his tongue in between Dave’s lips, moving upwards in the same manner of Dave, building a rhythm. “I feel the same way, Dave. Now yeah?”

Dave grinned, reluctantly getting up from atop John after planting one peck on his lips. After they separated, John got up as well, taking Dave by the hand, allowing him to lead John to their destination.

Outside the guest house…

“Something tells me that the two of yoo need to go in there now before something else happens that yoo don’t want to know about,” Bryan said with the extra key in his hands.

Martin, who was still torn as to what to do stood there motionless while Alan grabbed the key from Bryan.

“Yep, well, woteva. I had neva thought that somethin’ like this would happen but I had known Dave to always be one that desired things that were hard to attain or the unknown…”

“Look Alan, let’s just wait until the rest of the tarts get here, then we can talk this out as civilized people.”

Alan’s blue eyes met Martin’s; he could not believe what he’d said, “Yoo called them to come here?”

Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved Rawiya

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