The mumbled response he got was, "go away."
He nibbled on the exposed earlobe. "Come on wake up. I wanna start celebrating your birthday."
A hand pushed at his shoulder. "Don't wanna."
Jon returned to his back, folded his arms behind his head, stared up at the ceiling and grinned. "Okay if you don't wanna fuck like bunnies then I guess I'll let you sleep."
Richie growled playfully. He turned quickly. Reaching up he encircled Jon's wrists, trapping his hands against the mattress.
"Is that my gift?" His lips came crushing down on Jon's smothering any answer he might have given in return.
Jon moaned and arched upwards as Richie shifted, covering the singer with his body. Breaking the kiss Richie started to nuzzle Jon's neck. He tongued the singer's jaw, neck, and ear giving them light kisses as he moved down the lithe body. Hardened cocks touched each others skin as the guitarist moved to each nipple lightly teasing with his tongue teething them, giving them both a slight tug making them hard. He continued his descent downward dragging his tongue, kissing and nibbling as he moved.
Jon's hands dragged along Richie's back, touching his hair and face as he moved down the younger man's body. His increased breathing was signal enough for Richie to know he couldn't wait for the guitarist's lips to wrap around his cock. A quick flick of the tongue licked the pearly drop off the tip.
"Nice," Jon crooned.
Lips closed around the head and slowly lowered down taking in part of his throbbing erection before moving back up. Richie savored the salty taste and soft velvet skin. He inhaled the musky scent that was all Jon. He increased his movements, going a little deeper each time. Ears trained to pick up notes of music now picked up the rapid ragged breathing of his lover. He thrilled feeling the swollen cock jump in his mouth signaling Jon was near coming. He took a deep breath and moved his mouth downward taking in the full length of Jon's erection. As he moved his lips up and down Jon's cock he slid his hands under the singer taking one cheek in each hand. He moved the younger man's body upward as he lowered his head down. Encouraged by the heavy ragged breathing and light moaning he quickened his movements.
Whimpering, Jon arched. His body stiffened. He moaned as his hands fisted balling up sections of sheet. Unable to remain still any longer he bucked, thrusting his hips up and down.
Richie kept up with the pace and rhythm Jon set; experience telling him it wouldn't be much longer before he'd taste the warm salty come as it exploded into his mouth. He held Jon encased in the warmth of his talented mouth until he had gotten all the singer was able to give. Jon lay still, panting from the intimate act the two men had just performed. Richie held Jon's semi-hard cock in his mouth not wanting to let go but the singer was gently pulling on his shoulders trying to bring him back up to the head of the bed. He slowly let Jon's cock fall out of his mouth making sure his body rubbed along it as he continued back up kissing and licking all the way.
Dark chocolate eyes melted into the sea of blue as Jon brought his lips to Richie's kissing him hard and deep, tasting himself on the guitarist's tongue.
"My turn to get a taste of you," Jon said.
He rolled Richie over onto his back and began kissing his way down the guitarist's body. He bathed Richie's nipples with his tongue, nipping, gently teasing with his teeth making the older man groan with lust-filled anticipation. He trailed his tongue down Richie's stomach waiting until the guitarist writhed and moaned before sliding it across the tip of his rigid member. Richie panted, ragged breathing the only thing he was capable of. Jon parted his lips and slowly inched them down over the guitarist's aching cock. He started moving his hips in time with Jon's head actions, knowing this would bring him off sooner but not caring.... wanting nothing more right now than release.
"Gonna.... gonna.... OH JON!" He yelled twisting his fingers in the singers hair as he shot his thick salty load into his lover's mouth.
Jon swallowed then cleaned Richie off with his tongue. He stiffened his tongue and ran it downward over the guitarist's balls. Richie arched and cried out once more, intoxicated by the feeling coming over him, knowing what Jon would do next he reached to the night stand and handed his lover the tube he picked up. Jon used his hands indicating Richie should roll onto his stomach then moved up kissing and tonguing his way along the guitarist's back.
The older man could feel his lover's cock in his crack while the singer kissed his neck, shoulders and earlobes. He moaned softly and moved, pushing his ass upwards while spreading his legs so Jon's cock could touch his entrance. Jon slightly rubbed his engorged erection against Richie's opening and was rewarded with another moan, louder this time. Richie was ready. He wanted Jon more than anything right now and got his reward when his lover slowly worked his well lubed erection inside. He began a gentle rocking motion that soon turned into deep thrusts stimulating Richie's prostate.
"J.... Jon," he groaned as he bucked back against the singer's thrusts.
He barely heard the whispered words of love before he felt the younger mans teeth sink slightly into his shoulder. He turned his head to the side wishing he were on his back so he could grab Jon's head and thrust his tongue into the singer's mouth the way Jon was pumping in and out of Richie's ass. Jon raised his head and sucked gently on the guitarist's earlobe.
"G.... good.... god," Richie managed.
"Enjoying this?" Jon breathed.
"Y....yes," Richie stammered pushing back against Jon's now rapid thrusts.
Jon reached under Richie and was not surprised to find he was as hard as a rock where minutes earlier he'd been satisfied. He stroked Richie's cock as he kept up his rapid pace in and out of his lover. Unable to last any longer he buried his face in Richie's back as he came long and hard. He gently withdrew from his lover then rolled him onto his back. He met Richie in a loving tender kiss then inched his way back down licking, kissing and leaving tiny love bites until once again he ran his tongue over the guitarist's heated erection. He completely covered Richie's hardness with his tongue leaving it slick and slippery. He grinned and bit his bottom lip. Raising up he straddled the guitarist. He lowered himself onto Richie's rock hardness and started the rocking motion that would bring the birthday boy his satisfaction. He extended his arms and played with Richie's nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers and thumbs.
Richie groaned and reached up fingers twining in Jon's hair. He pulled him forward and plunged his tongue in the singer's mouth matching the rhythm of Jon's ass on his cock.
Heat that felt like molten lava flowed through his veins. He pulled Jon's head back and stared lustily into his impassioned eyes.
"Gonna.....gonna.... oh.... damn!" He swore, releasing himself into another part of the man he loved.
They lay together panting...worn out from the intense round of love making they had just shared. Jon slid off Richie and stretched out next to him. Richie ruffled the hair that had grown longer since Jon's ridiculous haircut from the Keep The Faith Album. He kissed the younger man tenderly on top of his head. Yawning he looked down on Jon. The singer looked up and smiled.
"Happy Birthday babe. What do you want to do next?" "Worn out.....sleepy now....wanna rest."
Jon laughed softly. "Okay babe rest." he started to get up only to be pulled back down by a very tired Richie.
"Stay," the guitarist said wrapping his arms around the singer.
Jon forgot about the run he was going to take and honored Richie's request. Wrapped in each other's arms they both returned to sleep a few more hours.
They woke later made love again then hit the showers. Breakfast had been turned into lunch due to the lateness of the day and then they spent some time on the back deck enjoying the New Jersey sunshine. They enjoyed a leisurely dinner of steak, salad and wine outside then went back into the house to clean up the dishes together.
"I'm glad we celebrated my birthday with the band last Saturday. It left today for just the two of us." Richie said as he dried the last dish.
"Yeah I wanted it that way....thought it would make today more fun." Jon said suggestively.
"It's been fuckin' great," Richie admitted. He frowned and turned to look at Jon. "You know...I do wonder why Al never came last Saturday.....odd for him to miss a party like that."
Jon shrugged his shoulders. "Must have been tied up. Maybe he'll come some other time."
At seven ten that night the doorbell rang. "Think it's Al?" Richie asked.
"Might be. I'll get it." Jon said putting down his cup of coffee and walking towards the door. A few minutes later he reentered the room stepping aside as two burley guys came past him carrying a huge box wrapped with guitar patterned paper and sporting a large blue bow
"What's that?" Richie said as he eyed the box warily
"What the fuck do you think it is? It's your birthday present."
"Awwwwww fuck Jon you didn't have to get me anything."
"Yeah I did I love you man, and you did say you been wanting one for your very own."
"Well thanks," he said running his hand over the fancy wrapping. "It's just that I was gonna suggest we go out for a few drinks. I'm kind of thirsty and you owe me from when I got you drunk on your birthday."
Jon eyed the box and bit his upper lip. "Okay I suppose it can wait."
They went out to the local bar and after a few drinks they were having such a good time the box at the house was totally forgotten about. The clock struck twelve bells and the box began to shimmy. It started rocking, jangling could be heard coming forth. The fancy wrapping paper started to shred as the box moved slightly on the floor
Back at the bar Richie was totally shit-faced. He could barely speak much less stand
"Know what?" He asked Jon as he leaned his chair back on two legs.
The singer, who was not in any better shape raised his head from where it rested on the table.
He blinked bleary blue eyes trying to focus. "Whaaaat?"
"I think...." Richie said giggling. "I...th...ink....mmmm drunk." He leaned back a bit farther, toppling the chair he was sitting in.
Jon leaned over in his chair and looked around the edge of the tablecloth.
"Hey Rich...you," Jon couldn't stop giggling. "F.. f... f...ell!"
He slid out of his chair. Unable to stand he crawled over to where Richie lay on his back with his ass and legs up in the air still resting on the seat of the tipped chair.
He brushed the hair out of the guitarist's eyes. "You...okay man?"
"Ummm yep...but...why....is...the wall made of......" he couldn't think of the word he wanted. "Loo.... ks like the...thing on top"
"Top?" Jon questioned still on his hands and knees
Richie frowned...."Not...walls...top of walls."
"Ohhhhhhhhh...the sky!" Jon said proud he thought of Richie's answer.
Richie scratched his head. "Nooooooooo, don't think so...."
"Hey will someone call these two drunks a cab?" One of the people from the next table yelled.
Richie giggled and looked over at the table. "K ....yerrrrrrrrr....ummmm....caaab!"
Back at Richie's the box had started moaning and rocking, jangling and scratching could be heard from within.
Eventually the bartender got a cab and managed to get Jon and Richie into it, with the help of a few beefy bouncers.
They were barely able to tell the cabbie Richie's address but when the final destination came into view Richie hollered, "MINE!"
The kind cabbie helped them both to the front door and dug in Richie's pocket to get the keys.
"Ooooo, Mr Cabbie," Richie cooed.
"Shhhhhhhh," Jon snickered holding a finger over his lips.
"To.....left," Richie giggled.
The cabbie shook his head as he extracted the keys. "Crazy fuckin' rock stars," He muttered. He opened the door and ushered the two drunks inside just as the box crashed to it's side with a heavy thud.
"What was that?!?" The cabbie asked, his voice trembling.
Jon waved his hand. "Noth....thing'"
"Yeah, right, okay," the poor cabbie said slowly backing to the door, forgetting all about the fee he was owed.
Moaning, scratching and something that sounded suspiciously like the rattling of chains filtered out from the box once again
"Nothing? I'm outta here!" the cabbie turned and ran as fast as he could slamming the door behind him, locking the occupants inside.
"Shhhhhhhould I....open?" Richie asked crawling towards the box.
Jon collapsed on the floor and shrugged his shoulders. "Up to you." He grinned.
"Awwwwwwww it'll wait," Richie said. "Bed...Jon....lesssss go."
Jon nodded. They helped each other crawl up the stairs, passing out as soon as they managed to get themselves on the mattress.
The next morning Jon woke in an empty bed with a pounding headache. He sat up and groaned gingerly scratching his head as he thought about the night before. What was yesterday? His hand trailed down and scratched his stomach then as he yawned he went lower and scratched his balls.
OH shit! Yesterday was Richie's birthday and he never opened his present!
He jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs holding onto his aching head all the way.
"Rich...." he said entering the livingroom.
Too late, Richie sat in front of the opened box, tears streaming down his face.
"Aww, man I'm sorry," Jon said stroking the guitarist's hair.
"It...it....it's not m... moving," Richie cried, poking the contents of the box.
Jon kicked the lifeless form. "Shoulda made sure you opened it yesterday."
Richie wailed piteously staring into the box at the body wrapped in chains. It broke Jon's heart to see the man he loved so upset. He had to make Richie smile again and knew how to do it.
Jon embraced the guitarist and caressed his back. "It'll be okay, I'll get you a new one," he soothed. "One that functions better...works right.....gives you no hassle."
Richie sniffed and looked at Jon through teary eyes. "You will? You really will?" He asked brightening slightly.
"Sure," said Jon looking down on what used to be Alec, "Bassist's are easy to replace."