Other Option
By Rawiya

Circa 1996, A year after his departure from Depeche Mode…

“Erm, Dave I thought you said the time you wanted to meet was nine?” Alan squirmed in his seat, waiting for his good friend to come to the restaurant. “It’s nine o’ five you wanker, why aren’t you here? I don’t want to hear your bloody excuses.”

Alan was now irritated that he’d be sitting alone in this place without someone to talk to. In disgust, he slid the phone down, disconnecting the call.

‘You would think he would be more considerate of the fact I’m here waiting.’

Alan caught the waitress’ arm as she walked down the aisle. “Sorry, my party will be a bit late. If you don’t mind, can I have a bottle of wine; your best Merlot, please, thanks.”

“Yes sir,” she smiled, nodding at him while she went towards the kitchen.

Alan looked at the menu, thinking a salad might be in order since Dave would not be there for a while.

Just as he was perusing the toppings, he heard a familiar voice. Upon listening to the male accent, he put the cardboard on the table whilst grabbing his glass of water. When he turned around, he stretched out his neck in the direction of the host station, which was less than thirty feet away.

‘Well, I’ll be if it isn’t…’

Wider, his smile grew as he saw John Taylor come down the walkway, alone.

Quickly, he took another sip before putting the crystal on the furniture in front of him. He stood up, took a deep breath.

“Hello John, how are you,” he said as John trotted in his path.

“Hey, Alan, long time no see. I’m good mate, how are things with you?” John grinned, shaking Alan’s hand firmly.

“Can’t complain my friend, it’s nice to be on my own and all. Are you dining alone?” Alan asked, hoping that his old time, friendly, rival would be free.

“I am actually. Simon was going to join me but couldn’t make it.”

‘Fantastic.’

“Why don’t you have a seat here then? Dave is running late as usual, probably got wasted, forgetting we were supposed to meet.”

“Are you sure that would be alright?” John shifted his weight onto his right foot.

“It will be fine, Dave won’t mind. Please have a seat, the waitress is bringing some Merlot. I could have her…” Alan waved his hand towards the chair across from him.

John took the seat, “No thanks chum, been sober for three years now.”

“Is that right; that is magnificent. Congratulations,” Alan smiled as the hostess brought the alcoholic beverage, sitting it on the table.

“Yeah, it was hard going through that. Hell even, but so worth it. Haven’t felt this good in ages, mate.” As he made eye contact with her, “Darling, if you please, a glass of orange juice, thanks,” he nodded with a slight grin.

“Um, yes sir,” she said, blushing.

When she was out of sight, “You still got it, Taylor. You see the way she looked once she noticed who you were?” Alan poured the white wine.

John chuckled, “Well,” he said putting up his hands. “What can I say? The girls still like me; I cannot find one to stay with me, though.”

Alan took a sip of his drink, “Heh, you are not the only one, mate. Hard to find a bird that doesn’t want to take you for every penny you got, right? Aren’t you still married though?”

John flashed his not so pearly whites at the young server. “Thanks, love.” Slowly, he took a little juice between his lips. “Not anymore mate. Amanda and I just separated a year ago but I have a lovely daughter, though.”

Alan had not known that John was on his own or the fact he had a daughter. “Sorry about that, my friend. It’s great that you have a little girl, how old?”

“Ah she’s three now. Looks a lot like her mum,” he said while picking up the menu. “Hmph, wonder what the fish is like here...”

Alan took another gulp. “Mate, the cod is excellent, try that. By the way, her mum, wasn’t she the television personality?”

John winced, “Yeah, she was quite the looker at the time. Then, once we got together, things became a mess. The only good thing coming from us was my beautiful Atlanta.”

“Is that her name?”

“Yep, lovely Atlanta Noo…” John’s beamed as he mentioned his kid.

“Beautiful name, I’m sure she is a gorgeous child, especially since her dad is not so bad himself.”

John blushed a little after hearing Alan’s comment, “Well thanks mate. Appreciated. I believe she has my eyes and hair at this point.”

Alan grinned, still gazing at the lovely man in front of him. For a long time, he’d fancied John Taylor of Duran Duran and truthfully, who didn’t? The man was still gorgeous. Now that he was clean and sober, he was even more attractive. His brown hair barely reached his shoulders, he had gained a little weight, which Alan noticed through the fitted t-shirt he was wearing under his black leather jacket.

“So the cod is good then, I guess I will give it a try.” John put the menu down, taking another sip of water. “Well Alan, how are you on the personal front? More time since you’ve left Depeche, huh?”

Alan finished his wine before pouring another. “Hmph, not really. I have a bit more free time but not too much. However, my marriage is in a shambles too I’m afraid…”

“Sorry about that Alan. As we stated, it is hard finding a good woman to keep. I guess we just need to keep trying…”

“Or not; there are other options…” Alan smiled wickedly as his eyes met John’s.

John raised an eyebrow upon Alan’s statement. “Really? Like what?”

Alan rolled his shoulders before taking another drink of the alcohol. “Well John, I’ve always liked to go out with a man on occasion. It has to be one that I fancy though, not just anyone.”

John chuckled nervously. “Ah, I see. I never would have thought that about you Alan, you never struck me as campy…”

Amused, Alan put his glass down. “Mmm, well I’m not, John. Bending is not something I make a habit of, however, I do enjoy the feel of my own gender from time to time; just a little to keep me artistic,” he laughed.

John returned the giggle as the server asked them for their choices. Once they were done, she took their menus. Alan, who could not keep his eyes off John, finished his beverage before speaking again. He could tell John was a little uncomfortable at his admission, though the expression showed intrigue, in his mind.

“Artistic huh, that is a new way of putting it,” John smirked.

“Well, it is, John. The most interesting lyrics and music come from my times with the man of the moment.”

“Hmm, is that so? The men, that you call those of the moment, anyone I would know?” John shifted in his seat, putting his elbows on the table.

Alan giggled, the wine was clouding his senses. Still, he went on and poured another. Really, he wished John drank to share in his liquid happiness. “Well John, actually you do…”

“Yeah, who?”

“Dave, he and I have been getting together for quite awhile.”

John grinned, clasped his hands together. “Interesting, I always thought Dave and Martin had a little thing going…”

“Oh they do, I am just the third wheel in their relationship.” Again, he gulped the contents of his glass down. “What about you, John. You ever tried the bending?”

“Yeah, actually, Simon and I have been involved on and off ever since we’ve known each other. Truthfully, that was what we were meeting about tonight. I wanted to tell him that I needed more time from him; that I wouldn’t accept his lame excuses about wanting to spend time with Yaz.”

Alan’s eyes met John’s.

‘I would have never guessed.’

“Wow John, I am floored. From the look on your face earlier, I would have never thought that you were interested in men…”

“Well, it’s not something I share with just anyone, Alan. Not to mention, I was a little thrown by your admission of it so quickly.”

“You know what they say about this stuff John,” Alan pointed at the bottle in the bucket, “Truth serum…”

John moved a little closer to the table. “Yeah, that’s why I stopped drinking; I was telling everyone my business.”

Alan leaned forward, wishing he could take John’s hands into his. John gazing at him from the other side made the feel of his trousers very uncomfortable.

‘Damn he is a hot man.’

“I bet, I know exactly what you mean, but I have always considered you a friend. Such is the reason I told you that, above the fact I was sipping wine…”
“Well I appreciate that, Alan. I have always thought that even though we were competitors, we could be cordial and friendly. ”

“I feel the same, John.”

The pleasantries were getting too boring to Alan, a bold move was needed to spruce things up a little.

‘Hope there are not too many eyes on us…’

Alan reached out, bringing one of John’s hands close to his face. Lightly, he kissed it, making sure he let John know this was more than a casual gesture; more like an outward attempt to get him where he’d always wanted John.

John smiled, blushing like a little girl. “Erm, thanks, Alan. What are your plans after dinner tonight, huh?” John’s fingers traced Alan’s.

“Um none, actually. I was hoping…”

“That we could reminisce a little about old times gone by or…”

Alan giggled, “argue about who was the better band?”

John retorted, “Heh, no. Both of us know that Duran was more popular but Depeche had more substance. That, in my mind, is more important.”

“Well thanks, mate, appreciated. So, I suppose eating quickly should be a good idea,” Alan chuckled while enjoying the beautiful man sitting opposite him.

“Not too fast, but I am looking forward to spending time together…” John said moving his thumb and index along one of Alan’s in a persuasive manner.

Alan’s eyes immediately dropped down to his and John’s hands on the table.

‘Obviously, he wants this just like I do…’

“So am I, John…” As the waitress approached, both men moved their hands back in their respective spaces.

Once she left, Alan winked at John, who took his first bite of cod that he had suggested.

“You’re right Alan, it is very good. You really know your food…”

Alan grinned before he took a sample of his own dinner. “Thanks, glad you enjoy it.”

‘Can’t wait to show him what else I know…’
After enjoying about an hour together at the restaurant, Alan and John hailed a cab together to John’s hotel room. Alan figured that since he and his soon to be ex were still having problems, he wouldn’t want to take his good friend there.

The cab ride would not be that expensive since John’s temporary residence was about three or four miles away. The moment the two got in, Alan took John’s hand into his own.

“John, I really enjoyed dinner tonight. I’m glad that you stepped in the place when you did; your timing is impeccable.” Alan kissed John’s fingers.

“I try old friend. Are you sure that Dave won’t show up at the restaurant looking for you?”

“Even if he did, doesn’t matter. Dave is not the man on my mind right now.” When Alan’s eyes met John’s, it caused a stir in Alan’s trousers.

‘I want him…’

Alan wanted so badly to taste John’s lips. Still, he was a little apprehensive about kissing him since they were in a taxi. He was not sure if the driver knew who his passengers were or not.

John looked out the window, “Right here is fine, sir, thanks,” John said as he got out lending a hand to a slightly, inebriated Alan, who followed closely behind.

Once he assisted Alan, he slipped a fifty-pound note through the glass, thanking the driver once more. When the man sped away, John took Alan’s arm, leading him to the elevator.

“Alright mate, here we go…” John said as he pushed the number 12 on the wall. “Alan, are you okay?”

“Yeah John, I’m good,” Alan said while cupping John’s chin. Alan brought him close, putting his lips on top of John’s.

Accepting the kiss, John put his hands on Alan’s shoulders whilst pulling him in to force his tongue into Alan’s mouth.

‘Mmmm, now…’

Both men moaned, delighting in each another’s kisses as the elevator reached their destination.
The walk was short to John’s room, they were there in a few seconds.

Upon coming to the door, John pulled out his keycard, putting it in the lock. “You know Alan, you are welcome to stay here if you like. It is late and…”

Alan met John’s gaze, tracing John’s lips with his fingers. “And I wouldn’t want to try getting home so late after being knackered, right? I was hoping you would say that…”

John chuckled, “Of course I would, especially since we’ll be pleasuring each other the majority of the night.” John’s tongue found Alan’s fingers before he took them into his mouth.

“Mmmhh John, I want you…” Alan breathed placing his other hand on the small of John’s back.

That statement invoked a smile from Alan’s companion who quickly pushed the door open to get them inside. When they got in, John closed it with his foot. Within seconds, he took Alan into his arms, devouring him again.

“John…” Alan whispered as he started taking off his jacket with John’s assistance. “I’ve always wanted this to happen between us, you know…”

“Me too, Alan. I’m glad it’s finally occurring…” John said with a smile.

Breathless, Alan moved his fingers along John’s leather jacket, slipping it off his broad shoulders. When it fell to the floor, John kicked it aside. Slowly, he yanked his top over his head, revealing a taut and tanned chest.

‘Damn he is so beautiful.’

Alan, pulled his shirt off while John worked on undoing Alan’s trousers. John leaned in, placing light nips on Alan’s neckline as he slid his pants down to his ankles. The fabric of Alan’s underwear was noticeably strained, showing John that indeed, his longtime friend desired him.

Immediately, John dropped to his knees, taking Alan completely into his mouth. Instinctively, Alan lay his hand on top of John’s head, bringing him into his crotch.

“John, God’s,” Alan moaned as John moved over his shaft, before engulfing Alan’s jewels. The pressure in his groin started to build, he could feel the explosion on the horizon.

While still working Alan’s virility, John pushed one finger into Alan’s tightness, invoking a soft moan from his partner. That move sent Alan over the edge, causing him to quench John’s thirst with his juices.

“Mmm…Alan, good, yeah,” John whispered while he rose to meet Alan’s lips again. Alan could only nod as he unzipped John’s pants.

The excitement that Alan felt was invigorating, knowing that he would be in John’s arms. Once the garment was off John’s waist, Alan cupped John’s hardness within his palm. Just as he was about to return the favor, John stopped him by grasping onto his bicep.

“No Alan, I want to be inside you…” he cooed whilst bringing Alan in for another embrace.

Deep down Alan wanted to thrust in John first, but he discarded that desire just so he could be with him.  John toed the pants out of his path before engulfing Alan’s lips. Alan massaged John’s back muscles while delighting in his mouth.
“Mmm, Alan, now, please,” John begged as he ceased kissing him, leading him to the bed.

“Yes…” Alan spoke as the back of his leg touched the mattress. Right away, he sat down, sliding backward across the sheets to the headboard. Soon after, John crawled on with him, hovering over while positioning himself to invade his good friend.

John stretched his arm out to the right, pulling the drawer open. He grabbed the lubricant and latex that he had often used for his romps with Simon. As John began preparing himself, Alan reached up, tracing John’s features with his nails. Within seconds, his hands were entangled in John’s curls.

“John, ahhh…” he moaned as John’s shaft thrust deeply inside Alan’s puckered muscle.

Once all the way in, John wrapped Alan’s legs around his waist. Methodically, he penetrated Alan, causing Alan’s erection to rise.

“Alan, ahhh…” John whispered as continued riding him.

Alan tightened himself around John when he felt he might be close to climax. Again, he reached upwards, bringing John in for a hot embrace. His hand was around John’s neck, holding on for dear life.

“Shiii…ohhh” John breathed  as the condom started to expand inside his companion. He pulled out, yanking the latex off his shaft.

When seeing this, Alan rose, putting his mouth over John’s swollen head. Seconds later, John filled the inside of Alan’s mouth with his natural wine. Hungrily, Alan took it in, as John trembled from the effects.

“God, ALAN!” John yelled as the last bit squirt between his new lovers lips. Alan did not allow a drop to waste, he gulped it down as he would a shot of whiskey. Once done, he got up, once again, enveloping John’s mouth with his own.

“John…that was incredible,” Alan spoke softly as they enjoyed each others kisses.

Still shaking, John could only respond with a nod and smile before devouring Alan’s lips once more. John, lightly pushed Alan back on the mattress, falling on top of him. Immediately, Alan, moved beneath, grinding his crotch into his companion. Alan’s desire to be between John’s thighs was taking precedence, he wanted to feel John’s flesh surround him.

“Alan…” John breathed…

Meanwhile, back at the restaurant…

“No, I’m sorry, Mr. Gahan, Mr. Wilder left some time ago with a very handsome young man,” the host said while Dave stood at the desk.
“Alright, well thank you,” Dave responded, before walking away from the station.

‘I told him I was on my way, it’s only ten thirty…a handsome young man, who?’

Little did Dave know that Alan had grown tired of Dave’s games; sick of his inconsiderate ways.

Alan Wilder, his other lover, had left with someone Gahan had long fancied himself.

On this night, Dave wondered who the good-looking one was, that caused Alan to leave so quickly. If only he had known, John Taylor was the other option.

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