Something Beautiful
Rawiya

As we were driving, he ran his long fingers through my brown mane. I could barely keep my eyes on the road; I wanted him in the worst way.

‘Shit. Look at him…’

I kept thinking, where could we go unnoticed? That in itself would be quite a feat. Only two of the most recognizable faces, together, trying to go somewhere for a hot screw.

“Dave, I’m so glad yoo picked up the phone. I was thinkin’ that maybe yoo had gone to bed or…”

For a short second, I looked at him. “Baby, I could not sleep a wink. Not like this, full of lust and passion.”

John grinned, “Neither could I. For woteva reason, I could not stop wonderin’ about yesterday’s happenin’. I know it was somethin’ new, that would be part of the reason…”

“Yes, but, not the primary.” Still keeping focus on my vehicle, I took my freehand, cupping his chin in my hand. “This is a new beginning for us, John, something beautiful is about to occur…”

At the close of my statement, he smiled, moving his head, slightly upwards so my fingers would fall between his lips. John sucked the tips of my index and forefinger, biting them lightly, sending a signal to my groin to hurry and up find a place for us to stay and enjoy one another.

“Oh John,” I breathed, pushing my feet on the gas pedal, a tad harder. I was going about a hundred but we were now away from the main city so there was little chance I would get stopped by the billies this morning.

Then, it dawned on me as to where we could go. I had a friend who stayed in Dulwich, which is where I was headed. He was a big fan of Mode, very rich, successful who had a guesthouse that he let Martin and I stay in when we wanted some place private.

Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from his mouth and pulled out my Blackberry. Just as I had done so, John’s rang.

He pulled it from his side pocket, gazing at the screen.

“Oh God, Simon is awake, wonderin’ where I am…”

I rolled my eyes while speaking into the phone to have it dial Bryan Chattlesbury. When it started ringing, I glanced over at John, holding the phone in disgust.

“Baby, don’t worry about him, he’ll just turn ova and go back to sleep once he realizes that yoo ar long gone…”

John turned up his lip, “Fat chance. He might have an army out there looking for me…”

I chuckled, “Well, where we ar goin’ he won’t be able to locate yoo…”

John slid the phone back into his jacket. “Is that somethin’ I should be concerned with…”

“Nope, not at all…in fact, oh…allo?” Bryan finally picked up after the sixth ring. Like many times that I had called him before, his voice mail must have been full.

“Bryan, I need the guest house, mate. Wot? Who am I bringing? Oh just a lovely friend of mine that needs a place to stay, with me…” I added.

John gawked at me perplexed.

“Yoo don’t need to know who, right now, Bryan. I’m not that far away, though so please, do not go to sleep, alright? Yep, bye…”

 I pushed the disconnect, put the phone in the tray under the radio. After placing my left hand back on the wheel, once again, I reached over, wanting to touch that lovely face.

“Finish wot yoo were sayin’, Gahan…”

“Oh yes, yoo should not be worried at all, John. In fact, yoo should be excited that I am gettin’ yoo away from…HIM…” I said, shaking my head slightly.

John giggled, “Why do yoo not like him?”

“Many reasons why I don’t; the main one though? I’m jealous as fuck that he has had yoo in his arms all this time. If I weren’t such a coward, John, it could have been me…” I smirked.

John kissed my knuckles, taking the back of my hand, licking along the soft lines of my veins.

“Shit John, twenty plus years, mate but so well worth the wait, my love. Now that its over, I shall prove myself worthy of yor affections…”

John’s eyes met mine. At that moment, I wished I could grab him and engulf his lips. The desire was too strong; I needed to succumb.

I pulled over, for a minute. This was asinine, considering that Bryan was less than twenty minutes away but I could not help but do this; take his mouth inside mine. Recreate that occurrence that we had early yesterday.

After turning off my lights, I leaned over, gazing into those beautiful brown eyes. Again, I tangled my fingers within those brown locks that I had dreamt of so many nights.

“John…” I breathed, enveloping his soft lips, forcing my tongue deep inside.

“Shit, Dave…” he whispered falling into my embrace. He wrapped his hand around my neck, bringing me into him, close and tight.

“Oh…Nigel,” I said softly. I always appreciated that name more than John; Nigel suited him so much better.

“Damnit Gahan, why…wot the hell…” he said, tracing my ear with his fingertips.

“Don’t try to figure it out, Nigel. Just know it is something beautiful happening here…for both of us…”

Again, I devoured his lips quickly before reluctantly pulling away to get us to our destination. I started the engine, pulling off the side, getting back on the road to Bryan’s house. I kept my hands on the wheel; I needed to considering, that whatever I might do next could possibly cause an accident.

Once more, I put my feet on the accelerator, doing about one hundred again. However, I would have to slow down since I was now close to Dulwich.

“Dave, I swear, I seemed to play right into yor hands, didn’t I? Yoo wanted me to feel this way and even though I am still confused, I cannot help the emotions I’m feelin’ right now, my friend.”

I cut my eyes in his direction, “I know yoo can’t, Taylor…I want yoo in the worse way…this mornin’ baby, I’ll show yoo all of wot yoo been missin…”

Back at John’s hotel…

Simon was still pacing the floor. He had called Nick, telling him that he needed to come right away; it was an emergency. Upon hearing that, Nick was not happy that he was disturbed with nonsense, especially considering the fact that Roger had worked him over for the past six hours.

Just when he was about to sit, he heard a soft knock. Immediately, he went to answer it.

Nick trotted in, talking in his slow drawl, “Yoo know to neva call me before nine, Lebon, wot the fuck is goin’ on that it could not wait till a decent hour,” he said with Roger in tow.

Simon nodded at Roger, shaking his hand. “I’m sorry mate. I jus didn’t know who else to call. I needed yoo to help me sort this out, man.”

“And wot might it be, that yoo ar wakin’ me at this ungodly time…” Nick snarled, plopping on the bed next to Roger.

Simon stomped his feet, sighing. “It’s John, Nick,…he’s gone…”

Nick’s eyes widened, “Wot? Gone, where? Oh my God, Charley, do not tell me he is out drugging or drinking…”

Simon narrowed his eyes, “I wish it were that simple…”

“Ahem, wot do yoo mean,” Nick said. Roger held Nick’s hand.

“Just spill it, Simon. Did yoo and John have a row…” Roger said, annoyed.

Simon ran his hands through his blond hair. “No, we did not. He…” Simon paused, still not able to comprehend that John left in the middle of the night to be with his archenemy. “He left with Dave Gahan, Nick. I saw him pick John up about an hour and a half ago…”

“WOT!” Nick jumped up, not believing what he had just heard. Roger rolled his eyes, not liking Nick’s reaction since Nick always took everything that had to do with John over everything else.

“Yeah, yoo heard me right. Now wot Nick, now wot do I do…I can’t let this occur, Nick. John is mine and always will be, mine.”

Simon dropped to his knees; put his face within his hands. Nick rubbed Simon’s head.

“I cannot believe this at all; its’ so unlike John to do things at the spur of the moment. That is not his style anymore since he has been married and settled. I mean, wot would we do in this instance? I’m not sure, he is a grown man; he can make his own decisions.”

“This is comparable to him, going out and doing drugs, Nick. Doing something he should not be; being with that… that piece of shit, Gahannn…”

Roger hopped up quickly, not liking what he had heard. “And why is that Charlie? Maybe he needs someone new in his life, to make him happy. Have yoo eva considered that?”

Simon looked up at Roger. If looks could kill Roger would have daggers coming his way.

In front of Bryan’s Place…

Dave had just drove up, turning off the car. Again, he stretched over in John’s direction, engulfing his lips; the strain of his cock, painful against the fabric of his trousers.

Bryan walked out of his lovely mansion, noticing the lip lock between Dave and…

“HOLY SHIT!” Bryan yelled.

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