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October 1987, Germany – The Kissing Tour

‘What do you mean “you accidentally booked the honeymoon suite?” How does that even happen?’

‘Oh come on Simon, don’t be so tense. There was a misunderstanding over the phone, that’s all. Plus, it’ll be a great opportunity to bring back someone from the pub HA.’

‘Very funny. Don’t be fucking silly. You know I’m with Carol’

‘Yeah, yeah, right. Anyway. I’ll leave you guys to it. See you tomorrow. Remember, you have an interview at 10. You better wake up, bastards.’

‘Unreal…’ Simon muttered to himself as Chris gave everyone their keys and left the hotel bar to go for a smoke.

*

The tour felt as if it had been going on forever. It was a lot of fun, yes, but the nonstop partying was starting to wear everyone out. They were still young, but the band never had the reputation of being kind to themselves and their health.

‘Why does he always get the nicer things?! The worst part is that the fucker doesn’t even enjoy it, while we must agree to sleep in our miserable little rooms.’

‘Shut up Lol. You’d be too shit-faced to enjoy it anyway’ said Robert in a scathing tone. The singer loathed being around Lawrence ever since he started drinking heavily, and he didn’t care to hide it anymore.  

‘D’you think the hotel pool is still open?’ said Pearl, desperately trying to brighten the mood.

Boris: ‘Yeah, but not for long.’

Pearl : ‘Well, if we go now, we can at least enjoy it a little.’

Lol: ‘No one can tell me what I can and cannot do.’

‘You better not puke in the water this time’, said Robert as he discarded his empty beer bottle on the counter, visibly annoyed at the keyboardist’s diva attitude. As everyone was already on their way to the lobby, Robert turned around when he noticed that Simon wasn’t following them.

‘You’re not coming?’

‘Nah. I’ve had enough of that weasel for today.’

‘Okay… see you later mate.’

Simon waited until his best friend was out of sight to order a couple shots. The band had never been so successful, yet he still felt like nothing fulfilled him: almost empty. Plus, Carol was constantly complaining about him leaving for tour and it was getting frustrating, so Simon took it upon himself to find every possible way to get numb.  

*

Simon woke up around an hour later when a hand gently tapped on his shoulder.

‘Si? You’re STILL here?’

‘…You’re very perceptive. What time is it?’ asked Simon to Robert, still seeing blurry from the booze and his short nap on the bar counter.

‘Almost midnight. Come on, get up. I want to see that luxurious suite minibar’, Robert said, holding in a small chuckle.

The slightly older man looked rough. His hair was still wet and the water dripping on his face was accentuating the dark circles under his eyes. His lipstick had smeared all over his mouth and he smelled like alcohol and chlorine. Simon never understood how Robert could be so careless about his appearance, and still managed to look cooler than him.

Simon stretched his neck and got up. As he followed his friend to the elevator, he couldn’t help but notice how weirdly enthusiastic Robert was looking. Probably powdered his nose earlier. Simon reached into his pocket to find the key to his room. Last floor. Great. He clicked on the elevator button and leaned against the wall as his friend was recounting the events that took place at the pool.

The elevator door opened to a very long hallway, decorated with an excentric carpet and abstract paintings. What stood out the most was the lack of… doors. You usually see many rooms in long corridors, but this one seemed like it only got one.

‘No neighbors… They really thought of everything uh?’ Robert said with a naughty grin on his face, lightly pushing the other in a teasing way, which made the dark-eyed man smile.

Simon opened the door to the suite. ‘Well, welcome to my palace Mr. Smith.’

‘Bloody hell-‘

The room was dimly lit with a ton of candles, but you could still see the color of the lush, red damask curtains. A gigantic bed in the middle of the suite was embellished with a gorgeous white bedspread covered in rose petals. How CHEESY. Champaign glasses, a huge shower with plenty of space to fuck… Simon looked at the ceiling and he almost jumped at the sight of it. The ceiling is basically a giant mirror. Simon couldn’t hold back his laughter, astonished at the hilarity of the situation.

‘This is BEYOND filthy’, he said. ‘I’ve never seen anything quite like it.’

Robert’s eyes were open wide as he looked around. He started jumping around like a child while he explored his best friend’s cursed room. Opening every drawer…

‘Look! I FOUND PORN.’

Simon rolled his eyes at the singer’s juvenile behavior, although deep down, he liked that about him. Keeps me young.  

The tall man approached Robert who was already browsing through the extensive collection of films, amusedly. Then, his blue eyes fell on a different… category.

‘Oh’
Gay porn.

The two men looked into each other’s eyes and burst out laughing.

‘Yeah, that’s a bit awkward is it’, said a suddenly uncomfortable Robert.

‘Yeah.’

Simon looked at the wall for a moment. For some reason he didn’t want to stare at his friend.

‘So… fancy a drink?’

‘Yes please.’

Simon grabbed the champaign bottle sitting in the ice bucket next to the bed and popped it open, careful not to aim at the *frankly disturbing* ceiling. He poured two glasses of the bubbly liquid and returned to Robert that was now cutting some lines on the bedside table: a nasty habit he apparently had a hard time breaking. The blue-eyed male made himself comfortable and sat against the bedhead before asking:

‘…What was the deal this week? You seem off. You hardly speak to me.’  

Simon was somewhat surprised at Robert’s question. They were used to speaking about nothing and everything, including how they felt. However, for some reason, it never seemed so… intimate.

‘Yeah I-… I’m sorry about that. I’ve been a bit frustrated lately… I think I’m just tired. Also Carol is always nagging me with the same rants about me being selfish or some shit… and I can’t even go home to try and calm her down. It’s fucking awful.’

‘You miss her?’

‘I do.’

‘Me too.. I mean, I miss Mary too. I’m sorry to hear that you’re going through this. Really. Wish I could cheer you up.’

Simon always appreciated Robert’s thoughtfulness. Even when left after their fight, he missed him. No one ever seems to care about what I think except for him. Simon sat nonchalantly at the end of the bed, spilling a couple of drops of his drink on the bedspread. Robert was starting to fidget a little bit and was playing obsessively with a damp strand of hair.

At this moment, Simon’s drink tasted good, the bed felt soft and cushy under him, and Robert’s red lips were looking absolutely…kissable.

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‘…I mean, I would’ve left if you wanted me to, but I kind of missed getting completely wasted with my best mate to be honest. Lately it’s always around making sure -a certain someone- doesn’t make a fool of himself in public and I’m sick of it all’, Robert said, bringing his champaign glass to his lips, opening his throat to accommodate the remaining liquid in a single big gulp. 

Unaware of how eerily silent he had become whilst looking at his friend down the remnants of his drink effortlessly, Simon couldn’t help but wonder if his throat would be that welcoming of something else entirely…

‘You alright?’

The question snapped Simon out of his incongruous thoughts. Since when was he experiencing genuine attraction towards men? Let alone Robert, his close friend… He had kissed plenty of other guys before just to take the piss, but the tingling sensation on his lips was most definitely new; almost as if they were begging for a taste of the singer’s enticing pout. The thought of it was deeply unsettling, and his avid glare was soon replaced by a look of plain confusion.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.’

Robert’s cerulean eyes were burning through Simon, making his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

‘To be fair, you kind of look like one right now…’ uttered the bassist, mocking his friend to hide the fact that, despite his messy appearance, he found him quite desirable at this very specific moment. The somewhat mean comment made the blue-eyed man laugh sarcastically.

‘Apparently, it doesn’t keep you from staring at me…’, said Robert with an indecipherable look on his face.

From as long as Simon could remember, the singer has always been a very blunt person and most of the time, he appreciated his spontaneity. However, Robert wasn’t acting like his usual self. His ambiguously flirtatious remarks were making Simon increasingly frustrated, already perturbed by his freshly warped perception of his best mate.

‘Don’t you have a shower to take? You stink of pool water.’

Robert stretched his arms over his head and got up from the cozy mattress, careful not to topple over the candles sitting next to the bed. ‘Alright... can I borrow some of your clothes? I’ll go change to my own before the interview, tomorrow.’

‘…Go ahead. I think they put my suitcase over there’.

Robert walked over to the corner of the room. ‘Oh, and you better wait for me before you decide to watch any of this filth’, he said with a broad wink, pointing at the tv next to the bed, clearly referring to the films they found earlier.

Simon’s cheeks turned bright red in response to his friend’s absurd banter. He couldn’t think of anything better to do than to laugh awkwardly as he watched the other man go through his stuff to find something to wear. Robert slipped his hand under his bulky sweater and lifted it over his head, tossing it across the room. Simon’s eyes shortly wandered on his friend’s body to scrutinize his delicate curves. He had subtle, but visible bite marks on his shoulder blades and his left side was slightly bruised in one area, most likely from a few restless nights... Robert had told him about his same-sex experiences before, but for the first time, Simon could get a hint of what went on in the other man’s bedroom. 

He looked away in guilt and started to bite his fingernails. He waited until he heard the bathroom door shut before he stood up and went straight to the minibar to find anything to clear his head of any unbridled thought. A small bottle of scotch caught his attention: he seized it, grabbed a pack of smokes from his luggage and went outside the balcony door, desperate to shake himself up with the cold breeze. What is happening? Loneliness perhaps..? It must be.

Resting his elbows on the banister, Simon could hear the shower running through the gap he purposefully left open between the door and the concrete wall. He contemplated the glittering buildings standing before him with knots in his stomach, unable to get the image of Robert out of his inebriated mind.  After so many years of being around his friend constantly, he never once fancied getting intimate with him. Yet, with every sip of the burning liquid, Simon’s fantasy was getting more and more defined. Almost tangible, even. Eyes closed, still listening to the sound of the shower, he imagined the water raining down on Robert’s body, touching every bit of his skin. A few drops falling into his slightly open mouth and slipping on his tongue… other drops sliding down his ribs and thighs… The thought of it made Simon sigh against his will and hide his face with his hand immediately after, out of cringe. He heard the bathroom door open.

‘Si-, shut the door, will you? It’s freezing in here.’

‘Sorry.’

The bassist rubbed his neck and went back inside to a partially dressed Robert, wearing simply one of his basic black shirts and a pair of *his* underwear. The tight red shorts appeared way tighter on Robert’s fuller ass, a view that sent a familiar warmth down Simon’s jeans. He couldn’t help but stare for a bit, his eyes darker than usual. The small beads of water still on his friend’s arms and legs were flickering in the light from the candles scattered all around the room. He yearned to wipe them off softly, but he obviously wouldn’t dare.

‘Can I?’

Robert moved closer and seized the bottle of liquor from Simon’s trembling hand. He took a gulp and nonchalantly laid down on the cold floor, placing his arms under his head for support. Simon closed the heavy curtains and followed his friend, careful not to lie close enough to be able to touch him. Too dangerous.

The two men stared at themselves in the mirrored ceiling: one of them with a troubled expression on his face, the other looking quite peaceful. Despite the obscurity, you could still see the icy blue color of Robert’s irises, in contrast to the cocaine-pink shade of his eyes.

‘I don’t feel like doing promo tomorrow. We’ve done enough already, don’t you think?’

The room was filled with an awkward atmosphere. It seemed like Robert didn’t really know what to talk about to break the silence.

‘Yeah, me neither. I’d rather stay in bed for once.’

Simon noticed that the singer wasn’t wearing his ring; the promise ring he exchanged with Mary soon after they met. Simon swallowed hard and managed to get the courage to ask.

‘…Lost your ring?’

‘No. I removed it after the shower.’

‘…Why would you do that?’

A short silence followed.

‘I promised her I’d remove it if I ever found myself in a situation like this’.

Simon didn’t get the chance to understand the words before he felt the warmth of Robert’s lips and his skilled tongue slowly making its way inside his mouth… It took a minute for Simon to figure out that his friend planned to do this, and he felt relieved knowing that his desire was reciprocated.

‘…Do you mind?’ Robert asked.

Simon answered by subtly moving his hand behind the singer’s neck to deepen the kiss, pulling him closer. He felt blood rushing between his legs, his cock swelling noticeably against the other man’s thigh.

Nailed to the floor, his body tangled with Robert’s, Simon could feel his friend’s heart pounding fast and his dick poking his leg, growing bigger by the second. He was mentally conflicted, but his instinct was stronger than his inner turmoil. Robert broke the kiss briefly to whisper in Simon’s ear.

‘…Si- I’ve been lusting over you…for a while now’.

Simon’s heart skipped a beat. His feelings were still new, and it felt strange to find out that Robert fancied him while he was completely oblivious to it. Embracing him was like swimming in unknown waters, but he needed it immensely. The isolation due to being on tour left him feeling extremely lonely and craving genuine affection. The kind of affection he knew Robert could offer with his selfless, caring nature.

‘…I-…Robert, you are fascinating.’

The blue-eyed man answered with a wet, passionate kiss. His hand hesitantly gravitated towards Simon’s crotch. He knelt over him and unbuckled the other man’s belt clumsily, getting rid of his tight jeans without ease.

‘I like when you wear those… but I prefer when you don’t’.

Simon’s lustful adrenaline took over and he pushed Robert against the side of the bed, gesturing to climb on it. The singer obeyed and jumped on it, brushing his fingers on the comforter to remove the rose petals sitting on top of it. On his knees, he held out his hand to his friend: a silent invitation to join.

Simon’s body was getting unbearably hot and he removed his shirt, leaving him only in his underwear. He barely had time to settle on the bed before he felt a palm on his chest pressing him against the mattress. Soon, he found himself under Robert’s body again, all hot and bothered. He tugged on his shirt to let him know that he wanted the piece of clothing to go; a request the singer fulfilled happily, his pale blue eyes lighting up with excitement as he stripped.

Robert’s delicate scent caressed Simon’s nostrils. He always found it quite strange that the singer had a penchant for rather feminine perfumes, but he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it. This time, it seemed like he was wearing something different: a warm and spicy vanilla fragrance meshed with subtle notes of tobacco and wood. It smelled sophisticated and sexy, which drove Simon mad. He didn't notice Robert leaving the room, so when was he able to bring that back? Must've been before he woke me up at the bar. How sweet...

He buried his nose in Robert’s neck to take it all in before pulling him closer, kissing him with urgency until they were both uncontrollably grinding their erections together, leaving them both breathless.

‘…Fucking hell Simon… aHh’

Simon was craving more, but he couldn’t get the words out. He had a lump in his throat, still unable to decide whether he should keep going or not. His arousal was getting impossible to ignore, but he couldn’t deny the fear that was taking ahold of him. As for Robert, he wanted nothing more in this moment than to help his best friend relieve his painful hardness. 

Simon felt Robert’s lips leaving his and he let out a sigh in disappointment. When he felt the soft breeze of his friend’s breath on his happy trail, he grabbed the singer’s arm firmly to stop him from going lower, terrified of what events would unfold from there. Robert looked into Simon’s amber eyes to seek consent, but he was met with a worried glance.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Yes, it’s just… You’d be the first… you know.’

‘You mean the first man to go down on you?’

Hearing the words from Robert’s mouth, it suddenly didn’t seem like that big of a deal. Simon stayed silent.

‘… We don’t have to, you know. If you tell me to stop, I’ll leave you alone and I won’t mention it ever again.’

Simon didn’t want it to stop, ever. Robert was raised on top of him, caressing his ribs and softly tracing his fingers to reach his hips, never looking away. He had the most caring expression on his face, and Simon trusted him. The bassist loosened his grip on his friend’s arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair.

‘Okay… Keep going…please.’

‘With pleasure…’ Robert whispered. The man on top shove a finger between Simon’s hipbone and the elastic of his short. He looked at the bulge poking through the fabric with a pensive mug, mesmerized by its far-from-average size and already thinking about how it would feel hitting his swollen prostate. He bit his lip with lust.

Robert shoved another finger under the band and took off the piece of clothing, sliding it down Simon’s legs and leaving behind a trail of kisses. His hair was beautifully hanging in front of his eyes, hiding the blue that was gradually turning black as his pupils dilated. He rested comfortably on his elbows and breathed softly on the tip, making Simon’s cock stiffen without even touching it.  

‘F-Fuck Robert…I-I need it.’                                                                                                                  

‘Tell me’.

‘…T-touch me. Please.’

Robert smiled at the request and gently wrapped his fingers around the rock-hard member, which made Simon’s entire body straighten and a couple drops of pre-ejaculate spurt from the tip.

‘That’s wildly inappropriate Mr. Gallup’ teased Robert, making Simon’s face burn red. The singer distributed the fluid on his impressive length and put his luscious lips around the head of his penis before he started to suck, soft and slow.

The bassist looked up to contemplate the scene through the looking glass. He could see himself grabbing Robert’s hair as his head moved up and down between his thighs in a steady rhythm. It was a bit strange to see himself indulge in pleasure, open-mouthed and naked in the mirror. Nonetheless, it was delightfully erotic; almost voyeuristic. The humidity of his friend’s mouth and the feeling of his tip hitting the back of Robert’s throat felt heavenly; he really was an expert at this.

‘…Rob, if you keep going like that I’m going to come.’

‘Not until I say so.’

Robert kept blowing Simon with even more passion, almost gagging from his mouth being so full. The dark-eyed man arched his back and buried his head in the pillows, unable to swallow his moans. Robert waited until the sounds of Simon became wails before he removed himself, licking the excess of saliva on his lips in a provocative fashion.

Simon couldn’t believe what was happening. His head was getting dizzy due to his unfulfilled needs. He couldn’t remember the last time he craved someone that much. Robert climbed on him and shoved his tongue into Simon’s mouth, coercively granting the bassist with a taste of his own member. He was initially taken aback, but soon realized that the taste wasn’t twice as bad as he assumed it would be. He was indeed even more turned-on.

The slightly taller man wrapped his arm around his friend and forcibly flipped them around, Robert now being the one panting under him, desperate for a touch. Simon knew he wanted to pleasure Robert, but he didn’t quite know where to start. His usual confidence in the bedroom was replaced with nervousness. He scratched his neck and bit his bottom lip, waiting for the other to tell him what to do next.

‘Love the view from here’ Robert said with a naughty grin, watching himself grab Simon’s ass in the ceiling, pressing their groins together. The bassist’s face flushed with red, almost matching Robert’s restricting underwear. He stopped thinking and almost ripped the piece of fabric, the singer’s dick now exposed to him for the very first time.

Robert let out a charming whimper and Simon’s cock twitched at the sound, forcing him to close his eyes to compose himself. His hand naturally gravitated towards his friend’s damp member and he started to stroke just like he would do to himself.

‘…ahhhH yes…. Simon…faster.’

The bassist complied, doubting himself a little bit, but rapidly getting his confidence back with Robert’s painfully delectable sounds. His pale eyes were burning through him, staying open with difficulty as he gripped the silky bed cover tightly. Simon abruptly stopped his hand motions and got up to kneel next to the bed.

‘Come sit.’

Simon spoke confidently, but really, he had no idea what he was doing. Robert moved on the edge of the bed; his movements smooth as those of a snake. He sat down with his arms behind him supporting his body, and he dangled his legs along the mattress. The bassist grabbed Robert’s thighs and firmly put them apart, his erect dick now displayed obscenely in front of Simon’s face. Reality caught up with him and he froze, puzzled as to how the situation came to this. Seeing his look of uncertainty, his friend straightened himself up and tried to ease his doubts.

‘Hey…it’s alright.’ Robert caressed Simon’s cheek and raised his jaw to make their eyes meet. ‘It’s not as scary as it seems, I promise.’

Simon looked at the singer’s throbbing member with hunger. It’s not that he didn’t want to blow him off, he was simply paralyzed. Deep down, he wanted to treat it as the most mouth-watering lollipop he had ever tasted. Robert pulled Simon closer to him and gave him a soft kiss; the encouragement he needed to proceed.

Hesitantly, the bassist’s lips surrounded the head of his friend’s hardness, and he flicked his tongue on the tiny slit, looking up to examine his friend’s reaction. Robert had thrown his head back and was now panting softly, his eyes tightly shut. Simon’s eyes wandered to the ceiling, and he was shocked at the scene; he wasn’t accustomed to picturing himself being so submissive, but the eroticism of the situation filled him with a thrilling type of lust.

‘Mhmmm Si-… keep going.’

Simon repeated the movements of his tongue and Robert moaned heavily, grasping the mattress to keep himself from falling forward. Simon opened his mouth wider and started to suck, his eyes never leaving Robert. He watched as his friend’s breathing got faster and louder, his hairy chest erratically moving up and down with every motion of Simon’s unexperienced mouth. Breathless, Robert asked spontaneously:

‘Si-, … I would like you to… I want you to make love to me. Please…?’

Even though he knew it was eventually going to come to this, Simon wasn’t prepared to hear it. His heart fluttered and he simply looked into his best friend’s eyes without saying anything, wishing he could telepathically tell him everything he wanted to do to him. He breathed heavily and a tear appeared at the corner of Robert’s eye.

‘Unless you don’t want to… of course.’

It took a second, but Simon found the audacity to speak.

‘I want to Robert…I really do, but I don’t exactly carry lube with me.’

‘I don’t fucking care.’

Robert’s blunt response was everything Simon needed to hear to surrender himself to him. He raised himself from the floor and sucked on his friend’s neck, taking in his delicious smell as his erection twitched in anticipation. The need for friction was growing intolerable.

‘Something may help’, Robert said, reaching for the bassist’s hand and bringing his ring finger to his lips. He circled his tongue around the long digit, getting it wet as needed. Simon’s ignorance wasn’t to the point of not knowing what his friend’s meant. He lowered his hand to Robert’s heated entrance and teased him by tracing circles around his puckered hole, letting tiny sobs escape his friend’s mouth. He entered his finger and Robert gasped as it started moving in and out of him excruciatingly slow and with a care he had never experienced before.

‘You’re doing so good Si-, oh my god.. ahHh!.. YES!’

Simon brushed lightly over a swollen bump which made Robert yell loudly. He added another finger and did it again, several times, the singer replicating his gratifying noise every single time.

The room temperature was getting sweltering. Robert drawing him so close to his orgasm earlier made his member ache and his desire had become unbearable. He removed his fingers from the other man’s warmth and kissed him avidly before positioning himself between Robert’s legs, wrapping them around his hips and opening his thighs wider to get a better angle.

‘Are you sure?’

‘I’ve been waiting for this forever. Fuck me, Si-‘

Consent granted, he sank into Robert gently, inch by inch. The singer’s eyes shut violently at the invasion, and he bit his lip to stifle a scream when Simon let out a deep, sensual groan as he filled him entirely. The bassist was trying hard to stay attentive to his lover’s reaction, but he was roughly controlling his own sexual appetite and the urge to thrust hard and fast. His intentions weren’t to hurt Robert, so he stayed still and firmly grabbed Robert’s cock to keep masturbating him in the hopes of helping his body loosen up.

His hand was sliding up and down his friend’s length smoothly, as it was absurdly slippery with pre-come. Robert held his hand to his mouth and the dark-eyed man removed it immediately, dying to hear more of those delectable pleasure sounds escaping the back of his throat. His moans were making Simon even harder than he thought was possible, and he knew he had to do something otherwise he would come strictly from the pressure around his dick. He grabbed Robert’s jaw to bite his bottom lip fiercely, almost making him bleed.

‘It feels so good, you surrounding me…’

Robert’s inner muscles clenched at the remark, earning a loud moan from Simon. Unable to hold back any longer, the man with amber eyes started moving back and forth, sending shivers down Robert’s spine and his own. The singer rolled his hips to meet Simon’s thrusts, getting hit deeper and better every time.  

‘…ahHh… come for me Si-, let me hear you.’

It didn’t take another word for Simon to start thrusting into his lover faster while simultaneously jerking him off. His strokes were getting messy, but Robert wasn’t going to be difficult at that point. His moans were turning into laments as his release was getting dangerously close. As for Simon, his knees were threatening to flinch. He momentarily escaped from Robert’s warmth to get back on the bed and make love to him the way he craved ever since the singer got out of the shower.

‘…Please, Simon…’ Robert’s jaw was shaking, and his words were hard to figure out as they were closer to sobs. ‘Fucking slide back in, I’m begging you’.

Simon bit Robert’s shoulder to muzzle himself and sank back in between his legs, balls deep, a wave of shudders hitting him as he reached his climax sooner than expected. The blue-eyed man stared into his eyes, and he fondled the bassist’s tight butt cheeks to force him deeper into him, milking every last drop of come out of his sensitive organ.

‘F-Fuckkk… ahh!’

Simon’s entire body was trembling from his intense orgasm. He wanted to return the favor to Robert, his longtime friend-turned-into-lover for a night. He took a minute to catch his breath before he resumed to fucking him, this time, slowly and tenderly; not even aware that was exactly what Robert needed out of him to reach the pinnacle of his own pleasure. He felt his friend’s hand reach the back of his neck to pull him in for a very last kiss and heard him wail into his mouth as he came all over their chests in spurts.

Simon collapsed onto Robert, not even caring about the warm, sticky substance that was getting all over the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so fulfilled. Unknowingly, Robert helped him achieve a sense of happiness he thought was buried deep within himself. It was almost as if it was his very first time experiencing intimacy with someone, even if that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The two men looked at themselves in the mirror, their faces peaceful and their eyes wet with tears of pleasure.  They had made a complete mess of the luxurious bed; the sheets chaotically tangled around them and half the pillows on the floor.

‘Si-… thank you.’ Robert swallowed audibly before he continued: ‘Thank you for letting me.’

‘You have no idea how good that made me feel, Rob’. Simon didn’t care anymore about what it meant. The only thing that mattered in that instant was to let Robert know how grateful he felt. He caressed his lover’s leg softly, pulling him in for a tight hug, secretly wishing time would stop so he could stay in that position forever, buried in Robert’s embrace. He knew the singer was getting married in the next year, and it probably would never happen again.

‘Hey, Si-… guess what I’m thinking about.’

Simon smiled and shrugged: his mind incapable of thinking beyond the present moment.

‘You know the camera I always bring with me on tour… I could go back to my room and bring it here…’

A short silence followed. Simon’s black pearls were staring into Robert’s eyes in the dim light, incredulous but lighting up with want.

‘…We could have our own little movie to remember tonight by.’ The singer licked his inflamed lips, obviously implying that he wasn’t planning to call it a night just yet.

Simon felt his stomach flutter with excitement. He pulled on Robert’s earring with his teeth and whispered softly:

‘Come back quick.’

*The end…*