U-N-I Ch. 18

"Once he got her, it took the fun out of it?" he said, inquisitively.

"Probably, yeah. I'm sure he'll settle down someday. I'd just give it another ten years."

He sniggered,

"He must be spoilt for choice, he's a beautiful guy."

"Yeah," I confirmed, "and very straight."

He laughed and then asked jokingly,

"You mean, he's never wanted to experiment with his gay friends?" he wiggled his eyebrows and I snorted,

"Jordan?!" I exclaimed, "No! No way!" I laughed, "I mean... actually... he's always wondering about gay sex, kinda. Mark keeps teasing him about it," I said with another laugh, "Like, he's always trying to see how far he'd go and stuff. But to him, it's as far as it goes...wondering... because it always stops at the guy's dick, and he's like, ugh nooo!" I said, doing Jordan's grossed out face.

"That's how I feel about vaginas!" he said nonchalantly.

We cracked up and finished our glasses.

Then we grew quiet for a moment as we continued watching the party.

He suddenly asked me point blank, because I had avoided the subject all evening,

"So, where's your significant other?"

"In New York," I replied, "it's a bit complicated. We're sort of on a break right now. We're going through a bit of a rough patch," I admitted to him.

He looked at me and pouted.

"That sucks. I'm sorry to hear that." he said, genuinely feeling bad for us, "Since you came out, I've always thought you were such a strong and lovely couple. You know -- goals!"

I smiled,

"I gather you have no significant other of your own?" I asked him, I really didn't want to get into more details as to why Mark and I weren't together.

"No, not at the moment. Still looking for mister right. Maybe I'll find him someday."

"I'm sure you will."

"And then, maybe I'll start writing happy songs!" he said with a laugh, "Like you do!"

"They're not all happy," I said.

"You have some at least, I keep trying to write happy songs but they always suck."

We laughed and after a short moment, Claire came over to us.

"You guys look so bored." she said as she sat next to us, "Not having any fun?"

"Don't be silly," Sam said, "we're just watching the revelry."

"I'm afraid to admit that a lot of these people make a lot of noise, but remain uninteresting." she said with a sigh, looking back toward them, "Do you guys want to get outta here?"

"Where do you suggest we go?" I asked.

"Gay club?" Sam exclaimed and looked at me inquisitively, "I know a real good one!"

"Alright!" I agreed and Claire chuckled with a smile.

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Sam and I spotted a limousine parked outside and decided to try and convince the driver to take us to the club. He refused several times and convincing him turned out to be a lot of fun. Claire and Sam had suggested leaving the party to a few more people and we were about ten to entreat, beg and implore as he continued to stubbornly refuse to drive us. Paying him a lot of money was what finally did the trick.

We had a couple of drinks during the ride. Sam kept saying how glamorous it was and that it made him feel like a diva.

When we got to the club, Claire and I got out first,

"Ok," she started, squeezing my arm, "now, I know I'm a little drunk right now, but am I wrong in saying that Sam was just staring at you the entire ride?"

"I don't know," I said, but I had kind of noticed it.

"He was looking at you like he wants to have you for an all-night dessert."

"Claire, I don't think setting me up with him is part of your job description," I said with a laugh.

"Whatever, just use a condom," she replied with a shrug.

"Come on, I don't want to have sex with him," I said to her and then added as I looked over at him, "although... if it were possible, I'd totally have sex with his voice," I joked.

Claire giggled and we entered the club. I immediately realized that she wasn't totally wrong. Just like during dinner, Sam's attention was totally focused on me. He didn't look around to see who was around him.

I had noticed the jaw dropping of a number of guys as we made our way up to the VIP area but none of them dared approach us. We had another drink and then decided to go dancing. We danced long and we danced hard, enjoying ourselves. Before we sat back down again, I felt Claire's hand on my ass and realized she was slipping something into my back pocket.

"Just in case," she laughed, whispering into my ear, "I can see you and Sam are getting all drunk and chummy, and I just want to make sure you boys play safe."

I put my hand in my pocket and could feel that she had indeed put a couple of condoms in there,

"Are these party favours they're giving out?"

Claire started laughing again, kissed me on the cheek, and disappeared. I couldn't believe her. I walked back to Sam and sat down next to him as he poured himself another drink, he raised his glass to me in a mock toast before gulping down his drink. I did the same and we both turned our heads to the blasting sounds of Camila Cabello's new single, ''Havana''.

I turned to Sam with a smile to see his reaction, he gasped and stood up in a very gay way, pretending he had long hair to flip, which made me laugh. The boy definitely loved to party.

"Wanna go dancing again," he suggested and I thought to myself that Mark would have reacted just as enthusiastically to the song.

We went back to the dance floor. At some point, Sam leaned in and told me that I could probably have anyone in the whole club if I wanted.

"Yeah," I answered with a shrug, "I probably could. But I'm used to turning them down."

He pressed his left cheek against mine. It felt warm, moist, and slightly stubbly. He spoke into my ear,

"Let me tell you something. When you walked in before at the dinner, I was awestruck at the sight of you. I've always had a crush on you. And when we danced together, I almost came in my pants."

I was turned on by this sudden boldness on his part. The guy definitely had different sides to him. The alcohol was clearly making him very flirty and horny and he said,

"Do you wanna have some fun?"

I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him in a question. What the fuck was happening?

"Come on, if I'm gonna act as a slut, I might as well do it right," he said jokingly.

He led me to the back of the club where the bathroom was located. We walked into one of the large stalls, slamming and locking the full-length door behind us. He began tonguing my mouth and I pushed him against the wall. A soft moan escaped his lips and I could tell the surroundings were really turning him on. He was undoing my belt with a sense of desperation. In seconds he had it open as well as my jeans. He stopped kissing me and dropped to his knees.

"I've always secretly wanted to see you hard," he said with a devilish grin, as he pulled down my jeans in one motion.

I let out a small laugh,

"Have you?"

"I love dicks," he said sensually, "I bet yours is a sight to behold," he smiled up at me, sliding his hand into my underwear, "yeah, very nice!" he whispered as he pulled it out.

It felt so good to have my cock free, but it was quickly covered once again, only this time by Sam's mouth. All eight inches of it was covered in one swift movement. I had to resist coming instantly and I placed my hands against the wall to keep myself up, as my knees were starting to buckle.

"Oh yeah!"

He was sucking for all it was worth and I tried to stop myself from wishing it was Mark blowing me right at that moment. It all seemed to have happened so quickly, I had no fucking idea why I was letting it happen, but I knew it was too late now. I had already let this go too far and I was too intoxicated and horny to stop it.

He pulled his mouth off my cock and started licking it all over. His left hand was playing with my balls while he struggled to undo his own trousers with his right hand.

I pulled him off of my cock and up to a standing position. I turned him around so that his back was to me, and pushed him up against the wall again. I then lowered my hands to his waist and pushed his trousers and underwear down to his thighs. I was greeted by what looked in the dim light to be a nice round ass. I started licking and nibbling at his neck and the ear I could reach with my mouth. My left hand was against the wall while my right hand roamed all over his ass. It was covered in a sheen of sweat from our dancing, but it felt good. As I slid my index finger up and down his crack, I saw his right hand reach in front of him to start stroking himself. In the light I couldn't catch a good glimpse of his cock. I was just about to turn him around when I looked down to see my cock, hard and wet, millimeters away from his ass. I suddenly knew what I wanted.

"Can I fuck you Sam?" I asked, biting his earlobe.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked, while noticeably increasing the pace on his cock.

"Yeah," I answered, quickly dropping to the floor to retrieve a condom from my jeans, which were now around my ankles.

Sam turned his head to the side, a mild look of apprehension on his face. He then nodded, and leaned his head against the wall, along with both his hands. Given that we were pretty much the same height, I was able to lean over and contact his lips with my own. I then replaced my mouth with my fingers, which he gladly began to suck on. Once they were really wet, I removed them and lowered them to his ass. I slid my index finger into the crack of his ass and found his hole. It felt tight and wrinkled, with a ring of hair around it. I slipped my index finger inside him and he sighed, slowly pushing back on it.

After sliding my finger back and forth a few times, I removed it and tore open the condom. Luckily it was a pre-lubricated one and so I quickly slipped it on and got myself into position. I pushed my cock into his ass until I was aligned with his hole. I then told him to take a deep breath as I pushed the head inside. He was incredibly tight, which made me think that he didn't do this that often, though he also didn't seem to be very bothered by it.

"Oh fuck, push it all the way in."

I did just that, sliding all the way in until I could feel his ass cheeks against my pubes. I withdrew slightly and then pushed all the way back in, causing him to make a high-pitched sound. My cock felt like it was on fire as I started fucking him. Every time I hit his prostate, he made the same ecstatic groan. We were both still wearing our shirts and sweat was pouring down both of our foreheads. Sam started masturbating himself again, with a pace a bit quicker than my own. I slid my hands under his shirt and began caressing his chest, feeling the hair covering his torso, which was very different to what I was used to, Mark being tight, very defined and smooth. It was different, but not unpleasant.

However, it made me think of Mark, I just couldn't get him out of my head. I just wanted Sam to be him and I thought that I didn't feel the urge to explore him as I did Mark. Despite the fact that I'd had sex with him thousands of time by now, I still felt the need to just devour him. To feel the muscles in his chest and its defined lines. To cup his perfectly smooth, firm ass. To feel his abs. To caress and kiss his perfect skin. There wasn't a part of him I didn't want to explore to its fullest each time we were together. I couldn't stop thinking of him as I closed my eyes. Sam wasn't the reason I was so fucking hard.

I kept exploring his chest. I found his nipples and began twisting them. "Yeah, keep doing that," he told me.

I kinda liked all his suggestions and was happy to oblige. My climax was started to build and I increased the pace with which I fucked him. He began to push back against me with every one of my thrusts and was making all sorts of erratic noises.

I was breathing really hard, placing much if my weight on top of him. Suddenly he yelled out,

"I'm gonna cum, oh God!"

He began to frantically pound his cock. I placed my hand over the hand he was fisting it with and started urging him on,

"Do it! Do it!" I hissed.

Sam started making a long, low, guttural sound, and I knew he was cumming. When I first felt hot liquid pour over my hand, I let go and let my mind drift back to Mark as I imagined it was his gorgeous cock exploding in my hand. I knew that'd make me cum instantly, and as expected, I lost it and came hard, rearing up into him.

It had been like a week since I had cum, and just from jerking off, so I hoped the condom could fit all the jizz pouring into it. Sam's orgasm lasted a really long time, and he continued to shake long after I felt any new liquid spurting. While I felt like I could have stayed inside him longer, once my breathing calmed down a bit, I slowly pulled out of him, causing him to make yet another strange sound.

He slumped his head against the wall while I went over to the toilet and took care of the condom and the cum covering my hand. I then walked back over to him with some paper and helped clean him up. He turned around and looked at me with a hard to read expression. Neither of us apparently knew what to say to the other. I guess we were both a little embarrassed. We both pulled our pants back up and left the stall. We silently washed our hands side by side. In retrospect I'm sure everyone was looking at us with wild curiosity, but I can't remember looking at anyone.

We decided to leave the club and got into a cab. I didn't even tell Claire that I was going. I just texted her in the cab. We didn't say much on the way back to Sam's hotel. When we arrived, I turned to say something, but I really didn't know what to say.

"Goodnight," is what I came up with.

"Goodnight," he responded. He opened up the door and began to stumble out of the cab. But he quickly seemed to change his mind and got back into his seat, instead of getting out.

"Hold on a minute, if you don't mind?" He asked the cab driver, who just mindlessly raised his hand in agreement.

"I think I've sobered up a little," he said with a small laugh."What the hell were you thinking fucking me at the club?" he asked, staring at me.

"What?" I asked confused, "you're the one that started it," I said a bit dumbly.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head and looking down, "I realise I shouldn't have."

I let out a sigh,

"Hey, don't worry. I knew what I was doing. And I'm not even that drunk. I can get way more hammered than this."

"Yeah, so can I," he said.

"You just made me think of Mark... and I guess I'm just sad and vulnerable right now."

"Oh my God, I took advantage of you," he hissed. "I feel so bad now. I can't believe I did this. I just wanted to see if I could, I guess," he said apologetically.

"Sam, seriously, don't worry about it."

I didn't want him to feel guilty, he hadn't done anything wrong. I was the one who should have said no.

"I don't think he'll be too mad at me. Honestly, we'll probably just end up laughing about it -- Might be why I didn't stop you!"

"Really, why?" he asked.

I looked at him for a few seconds and then admitted with a giggle,

"We've joked about doing you a few times."

"Have you?" he asked in surprise, "Am I on your list of people you're allowed to sleep with and the other one can't get mad?" he asked with curiosity.

I laughed,

"Sort of!"

He gasped,

"I can't believe this! I actually appeal to someone like you now!" he laughed.

"Someone like me?" I asked, wondering what he really meant by that.

He raised an eyebrow at me,

"You're...," he began saying, his hand moving up and down as he touched my body. "... beautiful," he simply said, and then added, "... and kind of unapproachable."

I frowned,

"Am I?"

"Well, I used to think you were a lot less approachable than you actually are!"

"Really? I guess I'm just trying to protect myself."

He nodded,

"You should. It's a crazy world out there. I feel so naked sometimes, because what I sing about is so personal. I feel like I'm putting it all out there... and it's so weird."

"You're brilliant! Your voice is amazing," I told him, "just keep doing exactly what you're doing. People love you for who you are!"

"Thanks. Right back at you!" he said, giving me a sweet smile.

"So...," he said, he turned his head toward the door, looked outside the window and then looked at me once again, "you sure he's not gonna get mad?" he asked worriedly, "I mean, I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but I don't wanna be the one responsible for you splitting up or anything."

I shrugged,

"Look, I'm not saying that he's not gonna care -- but I don't know -- Honestly, I'm pretty sure he's just gonna laugh about it," I said to make him stop feeling bad.

He chuckled,

"Ok. Well, you made one my fantasies come true tonight. ... Aren't you guys monogamous though?"

"Yeah, we are. I mean... if you don't count the occasional threesome."

His eyes opened wide,

"You guys do that?"

"We did a few times. I can still count them one hand though," I said, not wanting to seem like a total slut.

"See, I've never done it. I don't know, I'd be too jealous I think."

"Yeah, but there were no reasons to be jealous really. There were never any feelings involved with those guys. We didn't know them, we knew we'd never see them again."

He nodded and I had his full attention once again. It seemed like this was the beginning of a long conversation. He wasn't showing any signs of getting out of the cab anymore.

"I don't even want to do that anymore," I confessed, "we're getting too old for this. The thing with Mark... is that... it's a bit hard to draw the line sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... we grew up together. We've always been best friends. So it's a bit like... we're playing together... like when we were kids... except, we don't quite play with the same toys now," I chuckled.

"I used to have a friend like that, but it didn't work out quite in the same way, he wasn't interested in me."

"Oh, believe me, back then I had no idea that he was, not in that way."

"Must be great!"

"It is. But I think we're gonna have to work a lot more on our relationship now. We have to take it more seriously. See, I didn't use to be jealous. I am jealous now!"

"Why?"

"Because...There's this guy who's been after him for a while."

"Ouch. Who's the guy?"

"Someone we worked with on our last album. I know he saw him again in New York. I took it pretty hard. I don't think anything's gonna happen, but I dunno... it kills me to think that it might!"

"Aww," he sighed kindly, "then, do something about it. You know what you have with him... I genuinely haven't ever had that. I haven't. It made me bloody envious last time I saw you two together, all in love and everything. Like that's hard to find, what you two have. I guess it's not my time yet, so I just give myself way too easily, but you... you have it, love. Damn, I'd give anything to have that with someone. Wouldn't you rather be with him instead of being here?"

"I would! But he doesn't want to be with me right now," I said.

"Why is that? What did you do?" he asked with a smirk.

I shrugged,

"Too much of this! Partying, drinking, going out, not spending enough time with him...not to mention not giving a damn about the band anymore... I just let go!"

"Shit! And here you are, still doing it?" he said, slightly judgmental.

"Well," I sighed with a light shrug, "I'm stupid."

There was silence until he said,

"God, I feel for you. I've been through this too, you know."

I watched him and he explained,

"When I began working on new songs for my album, I went gay clubbing all the time, consumed a lot of alcohol and just partied hard you know. I really let go too. And all the songs I was writing were terrible, because I wasn't writing anything good, I was just moaning."