U-N-I Ch. 11

Oh boy! How was I supposed to respond to this? Thank God, he hadn't said that he loved me. I looked at him with a soft smile, touched by what he'd said.

He smiled back at me as I told him,

"Wow! Damien, I don't know what to tell you...I consider you as a friend but I love Rob. He's the only one I wanna be with."

"Yeah, I can see that. There's no breaking you up, is there?" he said with a small chuckle, taking a step backward.

I pressed my lips together and slightly shook my head no.

"I'm sorry if I made you think that you had a shot with me," I said. "but, you don't. I mean, you're a great guy, but I don't want you to hope that something could happen between us because what Rob and I have is a real commitment."

He gave a slight nod,

"It was worth a try! Too bad for me. I hope he knows how lucky he is."

"He does," I nodded with a smile.

He let out a small laugh and said,

"You know... I'm a bit surprised that you guys have been together for that long. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite aware of his looks and personality. I can see why he gets all the attention, but he's so complicated. He must drive you nuts sometimes!"

I laughed to myself because I knew exactly why he was thinking this. He hadn't seen the Robbie I knew and loved. Rob hadn't spent any time talking to him. He hadn't revealed himself. When Damien spent time with Rob, it was to record the songs, it was when Rob sang or worked, and so, the guy he saw was the confident, self-assured rock star, funny, independent, strong but sensitive, putting on a show all the time. He had seen all of his different personalities except the one that was my boyfriend... although, my boyfriend was a lot of these things too.

And when he had seen us together, he had seen two friends most of the time, not two lovers. He hadn't really seen the guy who could spend hours holding me or looking at me, the guy who kissed me with such an intensity that it took my breath away, the guy who would do anything for me.

"What makes you think that?" I asked nonetheless.

"I dunno, he's not like you. He's not as accessible as you are. Actually, I find him a bit intimidating. I just don't know how to act when he's around. I don't understand him. He's always different. He's pretty difficult to get on with cause I just never know who I have in front of me. I mean that's fascinating but also very disturbing... "

"Yeah, I know, he does that to people." I stated.

"Yeah. One minute, he sings like he's the most sensitive guy on earth, and the next he acts with such charisma and confidence that he makes me feel kind of intimidated... so I just think, okay, this guy has a strong personality, I get it! But then, whenever he's around you, he acts ... normal, even shy. And it's like, it's like it's another person again."

I laughed,

"Looks like you've figured him out pretty well. You know, the guy you worked with, he's not my boyfriend. He's not the guy you think he is. When you see him with me, that's him. Most people just don't get to meet the guy I'm with. He's pretty much like any other guy really. He's not that complicated."

He looked at me with a confused expression.

"Then, who did I meet?"

"The rock star side of him, I guess."

"Well, maybe if I got to meet the guy you date, he'd like me a little more," he said.

"Yeah, I don't think so. I'm not sure there's one single side of him who likes you!" I told him quietly, shaking my head, "I know he's been acting very distant, and yeah, he doesn't like you very much but don't take it personally. He's just protective of me," I explained.

He chuckled,

"That's the understatement of the year!"

"It's a defense mechanism," I said with a laugh, "but it's just, there's a history and it's not just six years, I've known him my whole life. There's a lot more to him than what he let you see."

He took a deep breath and asked,

"Do you really think you can be with the same person your whole life?"

That was a good question. I shrugged my shoulders,

"Most people would think it's not possible. Maybe it's because they have to look for the right person. I've never had to do that."

"How can you be so sure that he's the right person? You have your best years ahead of you. Things change, people change."

"Sure! But when you're in love with someone, you just know. And you know what, if we love each other now, that's fine. If we love each other forever, that's great. But even if things get tough, we have too much invested in each other to let it die."

He smiled, "I don't really know what that's like. Look, I just want you to know that I really like you and I don't want today to be the last time I see you. It probably won't be, but when I say 'see you', I don't mean once every six months for five minutes you know."

"Look, maybe, I don't know. For now, I think it'd be best if we didn't see each other for a while.

He sighed,

"Fine, I get it," he paused for a few seconds and looked at me with self-assurance, "but hey, when things go downhill with him, because they will at some point, inevitably. You have my number!" he said, overly confident.

"You're bold!" I said, looking at him straight in the eye.

"Well, I know what I want. And you're quite a challenge!" he said as he stepped very close to me and placed his hand on my thigh, "I told you. You've been with him for a long time, and you're only twenty-four. First love and all that doesn't usually last! So whenever things get tough, I'll be waiting for your call!" he said with a lot of confidence again, which I kinda liked. He almost showed as much confidence as Rob.

I raised my eyebrows as I spoke,

"Good thing he's not my first love then. You can wait if you've got nothing better to do, but it'll be a while. I'd find some other guy to chase after if I were you."

"It's gonna be hard to find one as special as you!" he responded by moving his hand closer to my crotch.

My hands shifted downward and I asked,

"You don't give up easy, do you? What makes you think you can have me after what I've just told you?" I had to admit, he was ballsy.

"I don't know. You're still here, aren't you?" he spoke seductively.

"Yeah, I am. I'm kind of curious to see how far you're gonna go," I challenged him with my eyes.

He moved his hand up to my crotch and squeezed it a little but I wasn't hard. His other hand found its way under my shirt, and his lips returned to mine. I thought that I really ought to stop playing with fire as he pulled me closer to him.

"Alright," I hissed as I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him backward, "sorry to disappoint you, but I really don't want this to happen!"

I broke away from him and grabbed my shoulder bag.

As I began heading toward the exit, he spoke,

"You forgot the guitar!"

" Can't accept it!" I refused coldly without looking back at him.

"Come on, take it, it's yours!" he insisted.

I turned around and shook my head no, letting the slighty annoyed expression in my eyes tell him that I would not.

"I went through a lot of trouble getting it for you!"

"You shouldn't have bothered!" I told him icily as I opened the door and walked out.

I went home, thinking that this guy might be really hard to get rid of. When I came into the living room, Rob was playing a video game and seemed ready to leave for wherever it was we were going. I plopped down on the couch, my hands in my jacket pockets and we looked at each other without talking. I turned my head to the TV with a sly smile on my face.

"Well?" he asked, as he kept playing.

I just shrugged slightly as I said,

"You may have been right!"

"Why? What'd he do?" he asked, tight-lipped.

"He... kissed me!" I almost whispered while looking at the TV.

He paused his game and looked at me, with a resigned look in his eyes,

"Oh jeez! That's even worse than him sucking your dick!" he added with something between surprise and disappointment in his voice.

"He probably would have done that too," I whispered then gazed at him as I questioned, "How is that worse?"

He frowned,

"Trust me, in my head, it's worse."

He started the game again and cursed,

"Fucking hell! This guy's trouble. I hate him! I'd better not run into him again!" he said, a bit mad.

I smirked as I thought about the fact that I had given him the backstage passes and regretted it now.

After a moment, he paused the game again and asked,

"What was that thing he had to give you then?"

I kept a straight face as I answered,

"The Edge's guitar I played to record 'Up and Up'!"

He opened his mouth in surprise and stared at me as he shook his head. He then grabbed the remote to turn the TV off and looked at me again.

"You're joking!" he said a bit dumbfounded.

I shook my head no with a laugh.

"Oh that little fucker! He got it for you?" he asked, wide-eyed. "Unbelievable. You know, I asked the Edge! Well, it was kind of a joke because I didn't think he would, but fuck! He actually got it for you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," I nodded, still surprised that he had.

"Where is it?" he asked, since I didn't have it with me.

"I didn't take it!" I responded.

"What do you mean you didn't take it?"

"I couldn't, it wasn't right!"

"Oh c'mon, you should've taken it!" he said, the tone of his voice saying he thought I should have taken advantage of the situation.

I just shrugged.

"Oh never mind, he's probably gonna have it delivered here. I know that's what I'd do if I really wanted you to have it!"

I smiled at him.

"So that's it this time? You're not gonna see him anymore?" he asked insistently.

"Yeah, yeah!" I agreed, but timidly added, "he might show up backstage at the O2 though."

"What!" he exclaimed.

"Well, I may have given him backstage passes," I cringed.

"Oh come on Mark!" he sighed, exasperated.

"That was before he kissed me!" I exclaimed in an attempt to justify myself.

"Oh I swear, if he shows up backstage, he's gonna live to regret it!" he shook his head with a laugh.

I laughed. "I'm pretty sure he will!"

"Why didn't you just take them back!"

" I'd already refused the guitar. I'm not good at being nasty to people!"

"Oh, I know. And I love that about you! But come on, make a bloody effort!" he said, a bit resigned.

The doorbell rung and I turned my head to the door, glad this conversation might be over. I quickly seized this opportunity to change the subject.

"So, who's Jordan's new conquest?" I asked with curiosity.

"You're not gonna believe it, I told you. Wait until you see her!" he said as he stood up and walked toward the door.

"Not Taylor Swift, is it?" I asked standing up as well. "He was only joking, right?"

He turned around and grinned at me.

"Shut up!" I uttered as he opened the door and I could only see it for myself.

They both came in, Jordan asking us if we were ready to go. I wasn't, but I guess I didn't really need to change. I gave Taylor a quick hug and told her, quite impressed by her figure and the very sexy red dress she was wearing,

"You look stunning."

"Thank you," she smiled.

"Where are we going?" I asked them.

"The Shangri-La," Taylor answered.

Considering this was a five star luxury hotel, I told them I would quickly change before we left.

Once I was ready, the four of us proceeded to leave.

"You've kept your cards close to your chest, haven't you?" I whispered into Jordan's ear as I closed the door to the apartment. He grinned coyly before he caught up with Taylor who was talking with Rob on their way to the lift. He wrapped his arm around her waist and we went down to the garage. Jordan drove the SUV we used for the band, to the Shangri-La Hotel, where Taylor was staying, for a private party in the hotel bar.

When we got there, a few girls were hanging out in a chilled out atmosphere. Rob and I went to the hotel restaurant to have something to eat and when we joined the party again, more people had shown up. I honestly didn't even know any of them, except for Alana Haim and Ed Sheeran, but we mingled, partied and ended up having a great time with Taylor's friends, or her girl squad, should I say, as well as Ed Sheeran, who was a friend, and who we always had a good laugh with whenever we saw him.

Indeed, as the night progressed, the party became pretty wild, as there were way too many intoxicated girls in the same room, and not that many boys. A few items of clothing were discarded and we had never signed that many autographs on girls' bare skins, mostly bottoms and boobs, of course. We had obviously already experienced it quite often in the past year, but boy, did girls enjoy watching two guys make out!

When we left the hotel, Jordan stayed there with Taylor and when we asked the parking attendant for our car, It occurred to me that we could have booked a room, instead of me having to drive across London for half an hour with a few too many drinks in me, although I felt fine. I suggested it to Rob. "We stay in hotels often enough, I just wanna go home. But if you don't feel like driving, I guess we can stay here. There's no way I can drive us home."

"No, forget it, I'm fine." He leaned heavily against me, resting his chest against my back, which made me stumble a little. "Unlike you!" I joked.

He laughed. "I'm okay, I've just had way too many shots with those girls. Man, can they drink!"

"Amateur," I joked. "how many of 'em have you kissed anyway?" I asked him with a laugh.

"Oh! Not as many as you have!" he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around my stomach. I just smiled, knowing he was right. "I don't care, a mouth's a mouth, I'll have forgotten all about this tomorrow!" he joked and added playfully, "And what about that hot blonde who slipped her hand down to your crotch and tried to get you hard, uh! You wanna talk about that!" he grinned at me, not really expecting an answer, and I didn't give him one.

"We should really try having a threesome with a girl, that'd be fun!" I suggested playfully, as I placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He frowned,

"Maybe for you! How is that fun for me?" he asked jokingly, "That'd end up being a twosome with me just watching gay porn or reading a book."

I couldn't stop from laughing as I pictured the scene.

"Think about it," I told him, only because I had a bet going on with Jordan about this.

He leaned into me a little more and said decisively,

"Babe, I don't give a flying fuck where Jordan sticks his dick, alright! I'm not putting my dick in a vagina!"

"Jesus, it won't kill you!!" I insisted, "I wanna see if he'd actually go through with it!"

"Don't you two have anything better to do than to bet on this?" he asked.

"Not really, no!"

"You know what, you go fuck a girl, I don't care!"

I would!" I exclaimed.

I know!"

"But he wants you to do it!" I told him with a laugh.

He laughed back,

"No way, no fuckin' way!"

"At least, I've tried!", knowing very well he wouldn't do it... and so did Jordan. I guess he would not be fucking a guy anytime soon.

"Well, I've kissed a bunch of girls tonight. You can totally try to make him kiss a guy!" he suggested.

"Oh yeah, I'm so using that next time!" I said snapping my fingers.

The parking attendant came back with our car and we quickly darted inside to escape the icy London weather. I sat in the driver's seat and we talked about the party for a good fifteen minutes. There were quite a few anecdotes to share, especially when it came to Jordan and all the gorgeous girls at the party.

"I cannot believe Jord's gonna have sex with Taylor Swift tonight, I mean, come on!" I exclaimed, quite impressed.

"Oh, I can believe it! He's scrubbing up quite well lately, he's hot!" Rob told me as he sank into the passenger's seat a little and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, but Taylor!" I repeated loudly. "He's been chasing after her for like over a year, and he finally got her! He'll never cease to amaze me!"

"Well, he knows what he wants and he goes for it, you gotta give him that," he responded with a yawn.

"Sounds like Damien," I said, saying out loud the first thought that popped into my head.

"Hey, don't talk about him! I'm drunk. I might say nasty things," he said, sitting straight up again in the seat.

"Yeah, what am I doing?"

"I dunno," he said before letting out a small chuckle, "Yeah, you've kissed an awful lot of people today. Haven't you noticed they didn't look like me!"

I laughed and stated proudly,

"Hey, what can I say, I'm popular today!"

He nodded with a smile,

"It's about time you notice that," then he leaned closer to me, placed his hand on my thigh and murmured, "you know, Jord might get to screw Taylor Swift tonight, but you get to fuck Robbie Myers, that's pretty hot too."

I raised my eyebrows at him and smiled,

"How about he fucks me for a change?"

He immediately whined and I just laughed,

"Oh, you're so damn gay!"

"Yeah, I'm gay as fuck!" he confirmed with a small chuckle.

He reached over more and bit my ear, as his hand slid to my thigh,

"I like it that way," he whispered sexily, he moved his hand to my cock, which was already expanding. "I love to feel this deep inside me. You fuck me so good."

He started rubbing me and I felt my erection press uncomfortably in my jeans.

"Rob, we're almost there," I said, placing my hand over his. He continued rubbing and I had to lift myself off the seat in an attempt to find a more comfortable position for my cock. Sensing my predicament, he unbuttoned my jeans, reaching in to grasp my cock through my underwear. I didn't know how far this was going to go, but I knew that I didn't want it to end in the emergency room.

"Rob, come on stop, you're wasted! Just wait a few more minutes," I said.

"I don't think I can wait," he smiled, continuing to rub me.

Concentrating on an image of my grandmother, I was able to make it back to our place without crashing the car. As soon as the garage door closed behind us, he pulled my boxer-briefs down and lowered his face to my crotch. I pressed myself back into the seat as I felt my cock slide into his warm wet mouth. He seemed very hungry as he started to slide his mouth up and down on my dick, tonguing the area just under the head.

I ran my fingers through his soft hair, not applying any pressure, wanting to let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He had tucked my underwear beneath my balls, and used his hand to play with and pull at them.

He was now kneeling on the passenger seat, fumbling with his own jeans while continuing to suck me. His cock appeared, and he started to stroke it. The sight of Rob touching himself was always such a turn on to me that I thrust my hips forward, causing him to gag slightly.

Before I could even apologize, he pulled my cock from his mouth and I seized this opportunity to recline his seat all the way back. I pushed him down into the seat and swung myself on top of him. It never would have worked if we hadn't been driving the large SUV.

He started to undress me and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest and raising himself up to attack my nipples with his lips. His hand cupped my firm ass, and started to push my jeans off. I stopped for a moment, sat up on my knees, and pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees, then did the same with my own. When I sat back down I could feel my ass against his cock, and thought to myself that this was a pretty wild thing to do. Sure we were in a closed garage with no chance of being caught, but it still felt pretty naughty.

I gave him my "I'm adorable" smile and started to kiss him. His hands slid up from my ass to my back under my shirt, at which point I realized I wanted to feel his chest too. I frantically started to remove what he was wearing and he helped me, pulling his clothes off of him and tossing them onto the driver's seat. His smooth chest made his muscles look pronounced and I ran my fingers all over them, soon replacing them with my lips. He felt so good. I kissed his smooth nipples and bit them softly, listening to him squeal with delight. I was slowly grinding my ass against his cock, quickening my pace as his cock brushed against my hole.