Richie's dimples displayed prominently when he looked at Jon walking backwards. He had a wicked idea but didn't want the others to hear. "You," he mouthed."
Jon's eye got wide he opened his mouth but no words came out. He blinked, quickly turned and walked out to face the thousands in attendance at the Tweeter Center in Chicago. He felt sure his face was red. There was no mistaking Richie's intentions when he answered the singer.
He's got to be joking. I'm straight and as far as I know he's straight. Fuck! He's married to Heather fuckin' Locklear! She'd know if he was queer.
He thought about all the great blowjobs he'd had over the years.
He can't be expecting me to get on my knees and do....OH FUCK! No fuckin' way!
Still, after their first few years of silly extravagance buying cars, jewelry and god knows what else, the two partners had made a pact. From then on they would ask what the other person wanted and that way the birthday boy would be assured he'd get at least one thing he really wanted on his special day.
How in the hell am I gonna get out of this one?
Over the years Jon had learned to perform on stage while his mind was a million miles away. Every now and again he'd miss a beat here or flub a line there but he found if he admitted his mistake the crowd usually laughed along with him.
What if it isn't a blowjob he wants? What if he......NO WAY! NO FUCKIN' WAY!
He looked towards Richie. The guitarist grinned, his deep brown eyes twinkled mischievously. Jon grimaced and turned away. His gaze landed on Heather standing in the front row.
Jesus! Heather's here! When would we? Where would we?
He thanked his lucky stars Jake had come down with a cold and Dorothea decided to stay home with the kids.
Then again maybe I'd be better off if she was here.
His mind rocked back and forth between the concert and Richie's request. He was certain the guitarist had to be joking but when the lights went down as they walked off stage before their last encore he was sure he felt Richie's hand brush his then drop back to linger shortly on his ass. A rush of heat and color went to Jon's cheeks. He knew it wasn't just the lights or the physical workout he was giving his body that caused the sweat to run in rivulets down along his hairline. He ran the back of his hand across his face, wincing when the salty liquid got too close and stung his eyes.
A quick change of shirts, a fast blow dry of hair and once again the men of Bon Jovi took to the stage. They played a few more songs then it was over for one more night. Jon breathed a sigh of relief as they walked off stage. The older he got the more these shows took out of him.
One more month..... one more month and it'll be over. The last show was scheduled for August 8th and this time Jon was looking forward to it. He loved the songwriting and singing but for some reason this tour seemed to take so much more out of him. That vacation Dot had demanded they take the kids on was beginning to look better every day. then after that it was time to work on some of his acting. He already had a few offers and was looking forward to the challenge of doing something different.
Something different.... Richie's birthday request was something different. Passing a broom closet was on his way to the showers he was startled when the door swung open and he was yanked inside.
"So do I get what I want?"
Jon's eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness but he knew who pulled him in. He'd been hearing that voice for twenty years and knew it as well as he knew his own.
"I.... I... how would we work it? Heather's here. She.... I .... how would you get away?"
"Leave that to me," the voice purred in his ear. "Heather sleeps like a rock. Stay awake I'll come to you as soon as she drifts off."
Once again he felt a hand caress his ass. He tensed, tightening from anticipation. The door opened allowing a shaft of light to enter the tiny closet. He was gently shoved out into the hall. Blinking, he glanced back at the now closed door then made his way off to the showers.
After a fast shower Jon went outside and hailed the black van that had brought them to the venue. "Get me back to the hotel." He told the driver as he slid into the seat next to him.
"But Mr. Bon Jovi the rest of the band isn't here yet."
"Call me Jon, and just take me back please. I don't want to hang around and wait."
The driver knew who was responsible for his paycheck. He slipped the van into gear and pulled out onto the highway. Seventeen minutes later he parked next to the back entrance of the hotel. A baseball cap partially hiding his blond hair, Jon thanked the driver, jumped out and entered the hotel using the back elevators to ride up to his floor. He caught himself shaking his head as he walked down the hall to his room.
Fuckin' nuts. That's what he is. I can't believe he even suggested it.
He opened the door to his room and kicked off his shoes. Pulling a bottle of whiskey out of the courtesy bar he threw a few ice cubes into a glass and poured the rest full of the amber liquid. He pulled his pack of Marlboros out of his pocket, shook one out and lit it up. A long draw pulled the smoke and nicotine into his lungs. He frowned when he noticed how his hand shook.
It's a joke. When he gets back to the hotel he'll call and tell me he was joking.
He waited about an hour then, not hearing anything, he began to get restless. He called down to the front desk and after having made a few inquiries he learned the rest of the band, along with Heather, were gathered in the hotel bar. He poured himself a second glass of whiskey, lit another cigarette and paced the floor of his suite. Hours later, the bottle have gone Jon was surprised to find he still felt quite sober. He sat down on the chair by the desk, lit yet another cigarette and looked into the almost full ashtray.
Gonna kill myself if I keep this up.
He checked his watch noting it was over three hours since the concert ended. His eyelids started to droop, coming closed before he jerked them back open. He looked down at the cigarette stuck between his fingers, slowly shook his head and stubbed it out.
It's been too long...... that fucker pulled one over on me again. Damn Richie and his jokes. Now I wonder what he really wants for his birthday. Technically it's over but fuck... he knows I wouldn't go without giving him something.
Yawning he stood up, stretched and began unbuttoning the lightweight cotton shirt he'd put on before leaving the venue. A soft knock at the door startled him. He stood unmoving feeling his body start to break out in a sweat.
Another knock followed by a soft-spoken, "Jon? You awake?"
He started to shake then laughed to himself.
Okay he's come to get his laugh seeing how I've been taking this.
He walked over and opened the door a crack. He was about to tell Richie he had figured out it was all a joke when the guitarist shouldered his way inside and closed the door. He looked rested and fresh. Barefoot, he had dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a black tank top.
"Took me a while to get the wife to go to sleep. Hope you're not too tired."
"You shithead I got you figured out. Now you can tell me it was all a big joke and let me get some sleep. We'll figure out a real gift tomorrow."
Richie stepped closer to Jon, his dark eyes burned with lust-filled passion. He gripped the singer by the back of the neck and brought his lips inches away from Jon's.
"No joke. You asked me what I wanted and I told you."
"You..... you....can't be serious."
"I am Jon. I've wanted this for a long time..... just didn't have the balls to go for it until now."
He dipped his head and placed a kiss on Jon's unresponsive lips. The singer stepped back and stared, shocked to find a side of his friend he never knew existed. Richie narrowed his eyes, he thought Jon had agreed to this, now, it seemed the singer was backing out.
"Are you gonna renege on our birthday deal? Don't I get what I asked for?"
"Rich.... this.... what you want.... well, ya gotta admit it's out of the ordinary."
"I don't want an ordinary present. I want you and man.... you're anything but ordinary." Richie grinned at his friend and took a step closer.
Jon swallowed the lump in his throat. His tongue came out to lick lips that had gone dry.
"Here let me," Richie said pulling Jon close and running his tongue across the singer's lips.
"You.... you've done this before?" Jon asked nervously.
"Once..... a long time ago. It was something I've never forgotten but..... well.... that was fucking..... pure, raw animal sex. That's not what I want to do with you."
"Wha.... what do you want?"
"I realized a long time ago I love you. I mean I love my wife and all but..... we have something.... a bond.... a nearness.... you know parts of me no one else does. Jon I..." Richie paused. He knew what he wanted to say but it sounded odd in his mind. He knew the words spoken out loud might seem even stranger. "I want to make love to you," he blurted.
Jon took a step backwards. "You.... what.... I." He couldn't get over what Richie had just said.
The guitarist looked straight into Jon's eyes. "Look if this is gonna fuck things up between us forget it. I'll forgo a present this year."
"No, you don't have to do that. I'll umm... give this a try."
Once again Richie approached the frontman. "It'll be okay," he soothed, running the back of his fingers along Jon's cheek.
Jon swallowed, forcing the lump in his throat to go away. "And this will be the only time?" He asked trembling slightly.
"Unless you decide different," the guitarist murmured, nuzzling the skin beneath Jon's ear.
Jon let loose a small sigh at the feel of soft lips, warm breath, shivers danced over his shoulders at the slick heat of Richie's tongue against his skin. Lips brushed over the curve of his jaw as Richie pressed his opened hand against Jon's ribs. Heat soaked through the thin cotton shirt impressing the imprint of each long finger on the singer's skin.
"God, you feel so good," Richie breathed.
A stirring in his groin warned Jon he could be wanting this as much as Richie did.
"No....this is wrong. We can't.... we shouldn't."
He placed his hands against the powerful curves of Richie's upper arms, intending to push him away. His hands slid against the warm skin, so smooth, so sleek. His fingers curled around those upper arms partially covering the tattoos that marked them.
Hunger evident in his eyes, Richie kissed Jon. His lips were warm, firm and achingly gentle. Powerful muscles shifted against the singer as Richie slowly lowered him back onto the bed. He slipped his hand between the two men and worked open the remaining buttons on Jon's shirt. He spread the garment then pressed his lips against the pulse point of Jon's neck, warm breath spiriting across the singer's skin.
The damp heat sank into Jon's pores, an elixir more intoxicating than the whiskey he downed earlier. Gone were the thoughts of how wrong it was to be with another man.
When Richie took his hand and led it down to feel his hardened erection Jon groaned softly. The guitarist unzipped his jeans and coaxed Jon to feel inside. Like Jon so often did Richie had dressed without underwear.
"See what you've done to me?" He asked huskily.
Jon's fingers brushed the smooth as velvet skin. Instead of pulling away as he may have earlier, Jon closed his fingers around the guitarist's potent masculinity.
Richie released his breath in a long sigh against Jon's neck. He moaned and thrust slightly upwards as Jon slid his fingers up and down along Richie's length. Jon's soft moan was answered by Richie's low growl.
While Jon continued his movements on Richie, the guitarist ran his fingers over the lithe body he'd been longing for all night. He sprinkled kisses over the younger man's jaw, trailing them down his neck, making Jon shiver with desire. Long fingers rolled the sensitive peeks of Jon's nipples raising them to their fullest.
Jon gasped and thrust upwards. His hand fell away from Richie as the guitarist's fingers traveled lower, unfastening jeans and releasing a cock that was as swollen and hard as his own. Growling lightly Jon arched as Richie ran his fingers lightly over the cock now aching for his attention.
"It's not so bad, is it?" The guitarist asked.
A small voice inside the back of his head whispered telling Jon this might be his last chance, telling him to back out before it was too late. Richie pumped his hand up and down, his eyes never leaving Jon's face. Lamplight fell softly, highlighting the sheer male beauty. He waited for Jon to answer, lost in the incredible blue eyes, eyes much like that of his wife's but not quite the same. These eyes held secrets only they knew, tales they'd never tell, a shared love for doing the same job. His wife would never understand the passion, the need to give voice to what was inside to bring it alive in words and music. Only Jon could understand that passion and now Richie waited breathlessly to see if he could share another passion, the passion of his love for the singer.
Reaching upwards Jon wrapped his hand around the back of Richie's neck drawing him downwards. "Not bad at all," he breathed. His lips parted, meeting the guitarist in a warm loving kiss.
Richie leaned back and stripped off the black tank he'd thrown on when he'd left the room he shared with Heather. Jeans already unfastened quickly came off. He moved back, pushing Jon's shirt off his shoulders and gently tugging it out from underneath. Standing he grasped the waistband of the singers jeans. "Lift," he instructed. Jon moved doing as he was asked so that Richie could peel the jeans from his legs. Once stripped, Richie admired the naked body reclining on the bed before him. He had to admit those hours Jon spent running and in the gym were certainly worth while, the man was a vision to behold.
"I promise to make this good for you too," Richie said joining the singer on the bed.
Once again his lips met Jon's in a hungry kiss. The singer whimpered into his mouth and Richie smiled inwardly. If he played his cards right, tonight may not be the one and only time he'd be able to share this intimate act with the man he loved for close to twenty years. He worked his way over Jon's jaw line, his tongue flickering, leaving a slick trail as it moved from place to place. He paused, sucking gently at Jon's Adam's apple the moved on dipping into the hollow at the base of his neck. Jon moaned his pleasure out into the quiet room, thrusting upwards moving his erection against the satiny smooth skin of Richie's equally hard shaft.
"Jon," the guitarist whispered moving on down to encircle the singer's hardened nipples with his stiffened tongue, teasing, nipping, eliciting still more moans from the man who writhed underneath him.
Jon tossed his head from side to side as Richie slid downward, gently taking hold of Jon's shaft. He remembered this part well. Licking his lips to wet them he slowly opened his mouth and leaned in, placing his lips against the smooth tip. Lightly he licked at it, finding it ready with a drop of fluid. Slowly his head descended. He licked and sucked softly. Jon made a small sound of delight in his throat and ran his fingers though Richie's dark hair. Thumbs lightly stroked Richie's cheeks as Jon hesitantly slid his hips upwards. Richie took more of Jon into his mouth, going almost halfway. Slowly he drew back and licked at the head in his mouth.
"Fuck," Jon said softly.
Richie looked up, his deep dark eyes filled with passion. Exactly what I got in mind babe.
Slowly Richie descended again, taking more this time of the singer in. Slowly licking his way downward, his tongue covered the bottom of the singer's now softly pulsing shaft. Taking his time he withdrew and slowly sucked on the head, licking the underside.
"I.... I.... Rich," he panted.
Wanting more but unable to speak clearly Jon took hold of Richie's head and slowly pushed forward, sliding further into the warm softness of his mouth, along the tongue that licked softly at his cock's underside and head. He continued the descent till the guitarist's face was nuzzled against the base. The feel of his cock passing the soft palette, and entering Richie's throat immersing him in hot softness made him groan softly. The guitarist slid his tongue back and forth, licking roughly at Jon's pulsing underside. The singer responded by pulling Richie's head up, letting him work his tongue at the head and upper areas of his throbbing cock. Once again Richie worked his way downward and began his motions of slowly sliding back and forth. His bobbing head increased, building speed, enticing more moans from the singer's parted lips. The guitarist used his hands to encompass Jon's hips, taking a firm hold as he continued.
Waves of pleasure raced through Jon's body, He wanted this feeling to go on and on however he couldn't keep bucking against the sucking mouth and lips surrounding his rigid cock. Increasing his pace, Richie sucked more intently on the member between his lips, working to bring the singer to the pinnacle. Enjoying Richie's movements and tenderness Jon fought the molten heat rushing though his body, threatening to make him come but he was slowly losing his control, grunting and groaning more loudly as Richie slid one hand down taking a gentle hold of Jon's balls. Slowly softly he caressed them eliciting a barely held back groan of pleasure from their owner. This, combined with the guitarist's sucking bobbing mouth, brought the singer almost to the breaking point, but he held back.... barely.
Richie was now ready to take his final step. He slid upward licking and sucking, before settling on the tip. Sucking and licking hard on the head of Jon's cock he then began to bob rapidly on the upper third of the member, bringing the singer to a tensing state warning of the impending climax. Richie pulled upward, taking only the head in, licking rapidly at the underside of the tip, sucking softly once again.
Jon suddenly gripped Richie's head and pushed forward slightly, groaning out loudly as he came. The guitarist sucked intently as the warm come splashed against his tongue and mouth. He bobbed his head sucking out everything Jon could give. His hands stroked and caressed the singer's shaft and balls trying to coax more out of them. Drawing back, Richie licked the head of Jon's cock as the singer settled back down trying to relax and calm his rapid, ragged breathing.
Richie drew back. Letting Jon's softening cock slide gently from his pursed lips he swallowed. Looking up he saw his frontman watching him with a contented smile on his face.
The expression on Jon's face did more for Richie than anything he could ever imagine. To know he was responsible for giving the man he'd come to love so much pleasure was like being on the best drug induced high. He moved upwards on the bed, bringing himself eye to eye with the younger man. Jon experienced his own taste on the tip of Richie's tongue as it slid between half opened lips.
"My turn," Richie murmured.
"You.... you... want me to.... to" Jon didn't know if he could bring himself to commit the act Richie had just so wonderfully performed.
"No, that's not what I want from you," Richie said reaching down to grab his jeans off the floor.
He removed a tube from his back pocket and set it down on the table next to the bed. Jon looked over then turned questioning eyes to Richie. He knew what the guitarist wanted and it scared him. He wasn't sure if he could handle it.
Richie ran his hand over Jon's hair. "It'll be okay. I won't hurt you," he soothed.
His lips covered Jon's, kissing him long and slow. Butterfly kisses skipped across the singer's lips, cheeks, and neck while gentle hands caressed his body. Pinching, rolling erect nipples between forefinger and thumb enticing and exciting.
"Never hurt you," he murmured between the attentions he bestowed on the singer's body. "Didn't I just satisfy you beyond all expectations?" He asked softly.
Jon nodded. He wanted Richie to stop. He didn't want what the guitarist seemed so determined to do. Truth be told it scared the hell out of him. What if he liked it as much as he had the fantastic blowjob Richie had just given him? What then? Where would that lead them? What would it say about him as a man? He loved his wife and never wanted to leave her. What if he discovered his love for Richie went far beyond that of friendship? He trembled from the thought.
"Relax Jon," Richie coaxed soothingly.
He teethed an erect nipple, fingers teased feverish flesh as his hand stroked Jon's body. Long fingers used to dancing over guitar strings now worked their magic as they moved lower, touching the singer in all the right places, leaving him breathless and squirming on the bed once again. Lightly moving over Jon's softened cock he caressed the singer's balls then used a slight pressure to coax his legs apart. He stroked the inside of Jon's thigh while he sucked on one of the singer's raised nipples.
Lost in the wonderful sensations of Richie's lips and hands on his body Jon gave no thought to stopping him when the guitarist slipped one lubed finger past the tight muscle stroking him in a way he'd never known. Jon tossed his head from side to side in delirious rapture moaning and softly calling out Richie's name. A second finger was added, stimulation to his prostate causing Jon's cock to swell and harden all over again.
Richie pumped his fingers in and out preparing the singer to accept his steel-like shaft. He'd been hard for so long it almost ached but soon he'd be where he wanted, where he desired to be for so long.
Fear and pleasure mingled within Jon as he accepted the bridges about to be burned. He closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing but the sheer bliss Richie was bringing to his aroused body. He didn't watch as Richie applied the film of KY jelly that would make his entrance easier. Jon arched into the hand that encircled his now full erection gently moving up and down.
Richie shifted, pressing against Jon, giving him the time to feel and accept what was about to happen, Ever so slowly he worked his way into the singer's tight entrance. His appreciation was given voice with the soft groan that escaped his lips. Short gentle thrusts inched him father inside until the whole of his member was buried in Jon's ass.
The first stab of pain from Richie's swollen member had subsided to a dull ache. Jon opened his mouth unclenching teeth that had closed down tight as soon as the guitarist started his journey inward.
"You okay?" He asked Jon reaching up to tenderly touch the younger man's cheek.
Jon nodded. He didn't trust words or how his voice would sound. He'd already made up his mind to give this to his closest friend no matter what the cost or how it felt.
Richie slid his hands beneath Jon, lifting him, supporting the singer while he moved inside him, long, slick strokes, gliding in and out. He kissed Jon dipping his tongue into the singer's mouth with the same intoxicating rhythm. The dull ache of his first penetration faded, disappearing as pleasure surged in to take over. With each in and out stroke Richie hit Jon's prostate, driving the younger man crazy with desire.
Hands fisted in rumpled sheets as Jon lifted to meet Richie's every thrust. Logic and consequences had no place in this special moment. He'd think about all this after, right now he enjoyed the many explosions that rocked him to the very core. Somewhere his mind was able to register the sound of his name on Richie's lips, a low growl that shivered through him as his body arched into the hand that was milking him in time with the movements of Richie's powerful thrusts in and out of his ass. He shuddered as Richie came and once again he experienced ultimate pleasure with his own release.
Richie stilled, covering Jon, trying to force his breathing to return to normal, willing his insides to stop trembling from the aftermath of the gift the singer had just given him. He ran his fingers through Jon's hair, raining kisses down on the singer's face.
"Thank you," he whispered against Jon's cheek.
A soft moan escaped Jon's lips as Richie slipped from his body. The guitarist moved over, stretching his long body out alongside the singer and cradling him in his arms. Bodies slick with sweat took pleasure lingering in silent physical contact.
A while later Richie rose. Picking up the discarded clothing he began to dress.
"Can't you stay?" Jon asked sleepily.
"Sorry Jon, I think the wife might miss me."
"Fuck her," Jon responded sassily.
Richie chuckled softly and came over to the bed. He kept one foot on the floor while his bent knee hit the mattress. Leaning over, he kissed Jon on lips slightly swollen from their time spent together. "Fucking Heather will have to wait. After what we just did I think I'll need a few hours to recover."
Knowing Richie's prowess in the sex department Jon laughed throatily against Richie's lips. "Somehow I doubt that." He slid his tongue into the warmth of the guitarist's mouth, exploring it one last time.
Richie responded greedily, a man who always hungered for the good things in life. He groaned then straightened and finished dressing. He walked over to the door. His hand was on the knob when he turned and smiled softly at the man who sat leaning up against the headboard of the bed, contentedly smoking.
"This was the best damned birthday I've ever had. Thanks Jon."
Jon took a long drag of his cigarette then let the smoke drift lazily out his mouth. He grinned like a Cheshire cat. As Richie walked out the door the singer delivered his final remark.
"Come again....soon."
Richie smiled to himself as he softly closed the door, leaving Jon behind. There was a bounce in his step as he sauntered down the hall back to his own room. You bet I will Jonny. You bet I will.