Part One - First Letter
Jon woke up that morning with a bad head-ache. It got late last night and they didn�t drink too little. He couldn�t really remember what has happened last night just that they went into a bar and had much fun. Maybe they got home with a cab but he wasn�t sure actually. However, now he had head-aches and wanted to do something against it. Jon stood up and went into the kitchen and searched for some sort of pain killer. As he had found some he took a glass of water and swallowed a draft of water with the pill. After that he went from the kitchen into the sitting room and placed himself on the sofa. He just wore boxershorts , shirtless. He pulled his arm over his eyes to protect them from the aching sunlight that penetrated through the sitting room window.
He was still living in his house at the Jersey beach. Always fans hang around and are screaming just when he looks outside his window or trying to go to get some shopping done. Sometimes he wished to be at a quiet place far away from all this shit. Just having a private life without any importunate fans. But anyways this people made him a star. Without them he wouldn�t be anything so in some way he thanked God for a life like this.
After some time Jon went out to fetch his mail. Always the same shit. Bills, requests for doing concerts or appearances on some kinds of shows or awards. But suddenly a totally different kind of letter catched his eyes. It was pink and had red letters on it. What the fuck is this? Really nice but a very weird coloring. Anyways what�s that? Excited he ripped the letter open while going back into his house. A also pink notepaper appeared. On it stood in black letters: "Love For Sale! Find out who I am (and you know who I am) and you get what�s promised. Don�t let me wait to long. Burning for your touch. In hot expectance! XXX"
What??? Who� who is this? Jon looked around as if he could find someone who could have wrote this letter. He knew he had to keep an eye on everybody who is near to him as the writer said he would know him. First I have to restudy this letter. Maybe there`re hints. Let�s see. Uhm typed letters� so no chance here. Jon sniffed on the paper to get to know if there is perfume or something on it that would tell on the writer. Smells like paper. No perfume� Nothing! Shit! So where the fuck should I get to know from� I don�t even know this fucking notepaper. At this moment Jon looked over to the clock. Hell� Fuck� That late! Jon pulled on some pair of torn blue jeans and a t-shirt. Almost forgetting his shoes he ran out the house to his car. He should have been at Richie�s one hour ago.
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"Hey man what took you so long?" Richie asked with a big grin on his lips as he opened the door for Jon. He knew exactly why he was that late as he was with him last night, drinking their brains out of them.
"Hey you sucker be quiet! It�s all your fault! Or wasn�t it you who didn�t want to stay at home and watch TV?" Jon answered bitchy. "I felt like a dog who�s been kicked in the head."
"Oh since what time you are a fuckin� henpecked husband?" Richie teased Jon knowing that Jon wasn�t but liked it too much to annoy Jon with it.
"I�m not. So let me in or do you wanna write songs infront of your house?" Jon passed Richie moving towards Richie�s sette to sit down on it.
"You know what I had in my mail today? Look at this here" Jon handed Richie the pink letter. Richie had to grin as he saw it read it once.
"Really nice. So who is it? Any idea?" Richie grined bearing down his laughter.
"No. Not yet. But I guess I have to be very attentive." Jon smiled as he really liked this game.
"Ohhhhh good luck then. Don�t ya think of a fan or someone. Some think when they once met us we know them. So� there are many eventualities. Even if you count out the fans."
"No I think I stand really near to her as�" Jon was beginning as Richie stopped him
"Her? Why you think it�s a she? Couldn�t it be also a he?"
Jon began to laugh out loud. "A man? A man who wants ME? I think everybody knows that I�m straight! Never ever would do anything with a man. Never ever have done something with a man!" Jon laughed while Richie grined too.
"But if there would be the chance to experience something new and let�s say with a good looking man wouldn�t you?"
"No way! But why so interested in this Sambora and why do you have that strange thoughts concerning this letter anyways? Are you interested or what?" Jon laughed even harder.
"No of course not. What you�re fuckin� thinking �bout me? Let�s start some writing. Liked your description some minutes ago. What you think of Well I wake up this morning I rolled out the bed. Felt like a dog who�s been kicked in the head? Richie sung while playing some chords on his guitar to it.
"Really nice. Go on" Jon said while sitting on Richie�s sofa as he would fall asleep every minute.
"Hey man we can�t work like that. Get awake and write down what I�m playing or leave and sleep." Richie then answered more on Jon�s behavior as on his talking.
"Why so upset now? Aren�t you used to this by now?"
"Go home and sleep." Richie ordered Jon. "Don�t wanna do this fuck for nothing." Richie put his guitar aside and went into his kitchen fetching a mug with coffee to lean at the kitchen cabinet and drink it. Jon followed Richie and looked at him for a while. Why is he doing this now. First his strange reaction on this fuckin� pink letter and now this. "What�s wrong Sambora? Didn�t sleep that well either or what?" "uhum" Richie answered with coffee in his mouth unable to speak.
"So I�m going to leave. See you tomorrow." Jon said then turned to leave.
"Hey keep me updated �bout this letter thing. Tell if you found him!" Richie screamed after Jon.
"Her! You mean her!" Jon repeated like Richie�s echo.
"IT!"
"OK! Good alternative solution! See ya!" Then the door slammed shut. Richie hold his mug of coffee in his hands still leaning at the cabinet and staring into space. Fixing a point in the air. No man never ever. We will see Jonny boy. Richie grinned and went into his bedroom.
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Second letter
Jon slept the whole day and night as he woke up next morning. He lolled while still resting on his bed. He looked out of the bedroom window which was on the right hand-side to him. It led to the beach. The sun was shining through it. Jon heard the waved clashing with the sand and other waves. It was a really beautiful morning. And Jon decided to do some running before going to Richie. He put on his running shorts and shoes. Then a new t-shirt. Full of energy he went out the house through the backdoor to circumvent to go through his entrance door where normally fans are waiting or at least some other people he didn�t want to see right now. After an hour jogging he came back home passing his mail box. He took the mail with him. Not taking account of other letters he searched for something special. And there it was. This time blue. A light blue to be correct. No writing on the letter this time but in it again a notepaper in the same color as the envelop. "Thought you would be faster. But as it seems you need some time. Hope you�re faster when it gets serious. Don�t let me wait too long Jonny boy!" Jon read out loud. No stamp on it. Forgot that last time. So this letter hadn�t been sent the normal way. "It" can�t be far away.
With this thoughts in his mind he went into the shower. Letting his clothes fall to the floor at the point he was on the way to the bath room. He liked it to run naked through his house. He liked the touch of air around his whole body. How he wished the writer would be here right now. He felt his lust grow as he stood infront of the bathroom door. He could feel becoming aroused by this situation. Jon closed his eyes and let his hand wander down his body over his hard nipples squeezing them a little to get even harder. Stopping his little trip over his body as he reached his cock. With one hand he pulled the bathroom door open with the other hand he stroked his hard-on. He went to the shower turning on the water at a nice temperature. After that he went into the shower and shut the glass door of the shower. The warm water ran over his body while he was going on with stroking his throbbing member. Jon let out some low moans and groans as his hand touched the head of his erection smearing his pre-come over the head of his erection.
At the same time Richie moved through the backdoor into Jon�s house knowing that this door was always open. He didn�t liked the thought that everybody could get in there everytime they wanted to. Even those who aren�t expected to use this door. But Jon was stubborn at this point. Richie moved from the kitchen into the sitting room where he found the first shoe then the second shoe of Jon who has lost them on his way to the shower. On his way upwards the stairs Richie found Jon�s running shorts and only one meter away from the bathroom door Jon�s t-shirt. That means he could be naked. Richie listened and heard the water from the shower run. He�s taking a shower after a long run I guess. That�s nice. So he has to be very exhausted. Richie felt himslef get turned on by his thoughts of a naked and sweaty Jon. He went into the bathroom.
Richie heard the low moans out the shower. He took off his t-shirt while listening to Jon�s groans. He imagined how Jon stroke his hot hard-on and he felt his own erection making his jeans uncomfortable. "Heard something new for triple X by now?" Richie suddenly said to brake in on Jon.
"Oh, uhm hi Rich. Whatcha doin� here? Thought I should come to you." Jon replied trying to bear down his prurience. He watched at his rigid member praying that Richie wouldn�t get what he was doing.
"I was around anyways and I thought I�m going to look if you�re home. And of course I was curious �bout this letter thing."
Suddenly everything became obvious for Jon. He was around anyways? Why? Nothing�s in this area what would interest him. Besides me. Could Richie be the anonymous� Would Richie ever have thoughts like this? Yeah sure he would.
In the meantime Richie pulled off his jeans to free his hard cock longing for Jon�s touch. Richie now just stood there in boxershorts which obviously showed his erection.
"I have a clue y�know."
"Oh really tell me more."
"I think it was � you. I mean first this thing �couldn�t it be a man?�" Jon sappy mocked Richie. "And now this �I was around anyways�. The letters hadn�t any stamp and so you have put them into my mailbox youself. Got ya! Nice game! I felt for it. Now you can go and tell the band and make fun of me."
While Jon said this Richie pushed open the hyaline shower door. Jon turned shocked around. "Wha� What you�re doing R� Rich?" Jon stammered out while he walked with his eyes over Richie�s almost naked body. His eyes stopped at Richie�s rigid member. His eyes widened at this view. He didn�t care about that Richie also saw his erection now. "What I�m doing here? Uhmm� let�s say Mr. X couldn�t wait any longer. Hadn�t I said that you shouldn�t let me wait too long?" Richie said sexy trying to turn Jon on by his voice and narrowing his eyes. "And I see you liked my little game or why�?" Richie looked questioning at Jon�s hard-on making himslef even harder.
"That�s� uhm that�s because of the� the letter." Jon answered with a with every word getting more lowered voice.
"So because of me. You know that I wrote this letters."
"Yeah." Jon swallowed hard. He could feel how every muscle in his body braced because of his lust also growing. Richie couldn�t wait any longer. He stepped into the shower and pressed Jon�s back against the shower wall and covering him with his body. Jon could feel Richie�s cock rubbing against his. At the same moment Richie�s lips covered Jon�s. Richie�s tongue pushed hard into Jon�s mouth discovering the wet and warm trap. Unable to move away Jon let it happen. His eyes open looking at Richie. As Richie stopped the brutal kiss Jon panted hard like Richie. Richie hold Jon�s wrists in one hand above Jon�s head to force Jon to stay where he was. With the other hand Richie petted over Jon�s body. He slowly moved above Jon�s cheek with his palm, fondled the same with his thumb. Jon�s eyes filled with tears as he didn�t know what was happening. "Hey what�s up my baby? Needn�t be frightened." Richie softly whispered. "You hurting me." Jon answered low with a shakily voice trying to bear down the tears. "I�m sorry. Don�t wanna hurt you baby." With this words Richie kissed away a tear that broke free and rolled over Jon�s face. Also he let go of Jon�s wrist. "I don�t like it when you�re crying." Richie smiled now kissing Jon softly. "But I like you so much. Your incredible blue eyes and� and everything. Love you." Jon looked at Richie not believing what he had just heard. Now his eyes indicated Richie. He looked very serious at Richie as if he wanted to check if this was really happening and if everything Richie said was true and not just one of Richie little jokes that sometimes go to far.
"You�re serious."
"I am."
Now Jon kissed Richie softly. He pushed his tongue through Richie half open mouth. Jon hold Richie tight with his arms around his back and one around Richie�s neck not letting him go. Richie moved his arms also around Jon petting Jon�s ass with both hands. After a long and at the end hard kiss Jon let go of Richie. Jon bit on his lower lip and pointing out his indicate finger which moved down Richie�s wet chest in a sinuous line. Richie looked at Jon�s finger that worked it�s way down Richie�s body which let Richie breath hard. He swallowed once as Jon stopped with his finger over the waistband of Richie�s boxers. Jon looked at Richie�s adam�s apple and how it moved down and up again as Richie swallowed. Jon turned his head and sucked at it with his mouth. His hand now lying plain on Richie�s stomach. Richie groaned while Jon sucked on his neck.
Looking into Richie�s eyes again Jon used his indicate finger to heave Richie�s boxer waistband. "it�s all wet. You gotta take this off." While saying that Jon moved down and pulled Richie�s boxershorts down now seeing Richie�s full erection. Jon moved up again. His both hands wandered over Richie�s sides down to Richie�s legs where his hands moved from Richie�s hips on Richie�s thighs. Richie growled a little as Jon didn�t touched his cock. Jon got on his knees facing Richie�s erection even better now. Jon stroked his hands up and down Richie thighs. Richie closed his eyes and leaned over firming himself up with his hands which he put on the shower wall. His arms were prolated to give Jon enough space as he kneed infront of him. Now Jon took one finger and toyed around with Richie�s balls. He drew little circles on them before using his whole to massaging them. Richie moaned when Jon touched his balls. His rigid member throbbed as much more blood streamed into it. Jon wandered with his hands up to Richie�s cock. He stroked it three times then pointed out his tongue to lick Richie�s pre-come off the head of Richie�s erection. Then he pulled himself on his feet again. "You want more?" Richie nodded unable to speak. Jon came nearer to Richie until his mouth was next to Richie�s ear. He sucked on his tip of his ear once then whispered into it "So take what you want." Then he moved back again. Richie put his hands on Jon�s hips pulling him nearer to him. Both cocks rubbing at each other. Jon breathed hard as he felt Richie�s rock hard erection rubbing on his. He groaned.
Richie embraced Jon and lay his hands on Jon�s ass massaging it. With one hand he went on massaging Jon�s ass while one finger of the other hand touched Jon�s entrance. Jon moaned out loud as Richie first touched Jon�s entrance. Now letting go of Jon�s ass Richie took the lubricant that stood next to Jon. He prepared his fingers and then turned Jon around. "I�m gonna be careful." Then Richie pushed one finger into Jon�s tight hole doing little circles to relax it. Short after the first finger was pushed into Jon Richie pushed in a second one. Jon breathed out loud and began to stroke himself. "No, no, no. You gonna come before I do." Richie said while pulling Jon�s hand away that he couldn�t go on stroking himself. After that Richie nibbled and sucked on Jon�s neck while he pushed a third finger into Jon. Then he searched for Jon�s prostate. As he found it Jon let out a loud moan. "Like this Jonny?" "Yeah." Was all he could handle to answer. Jon went on groaning as Richie asked "Ready?" Jon just nodded then Richie pushed in the first bit of his lubed cock.
"Awww" Jon breathed in sharp.
"Hurting you?"
"No� no� damned good�."
In fact it was hurting but Richie went on pushing himself deeper into Jon�s ass. It was the best pain Jon ever felt. As Richie had pushed in every inch of his erection he began to pull it out to push it in again. First Richie moved in and out with a slow pace getting faster as he noticed that Jon thrusted his hips. Everytime Richie brushed Jon�s prostate Jon let out a loud moan.
Richie�s hands lay on each side of Jon�s hips also to indicate the rhythm of Jon.
Jon stroke his hard-on with one hand. The other hand supported him as it leaned on the shower wall.
Richie could feel his climax grow in his balls. It felt like lava would run through his veins.
"oh Jon� fuck!� gon� gonna come."
Jon just moaned out loud. Richie swept past Jon�s prostate once more as he come hard into Jon. Short time after Richie Jon also reached his climax.
Panting hard he leaned back into Richie. His head resting on Richie�s shoulder.
Richie removed Jon�s wet hair out of Jon�s face. He looked at the younger man who has closed his eyes and breathing hard.
After some time Jon opened one eye and looked at Richie.
"What�s up? Why you looking at me?"
"Just thinking �bout yesterday. Haven�t thought that this would ever happen." Richie smiled.
"Me either. Yesterday I haven�t even thought that you would write me such letters. But now� it�s easy to see. My best friend he played this joke on me."
Both men laughed as Jon turned around and gave Richie a soft kiss.
"And never have thought I could feel this way for you."