Lie to Me
By: Rawiya

“Wot the fuck is goin’ on?” Martin yelled running up to the table.

“Fuck!” John yelled sprinting out of the pub.

“Dave wot the hell jus happened, why on earth were yoo…” Martin said while poking my chest.

“I…jus…I, Martin, sorry…” I tried hard to find the words to explain my action but I could not.

“Dave, yoo just kissed fuckin’ John Taylor, whose jealous boyfriend is outside, ar yoo mad?” Martin pushed me into the booth, his wild eyes staring into mine.

“Martin, I dunno, I jus wanted to kiss him, I jus needed to feel him…” I stammered while taking another smoke from my jacket.

“Dave, yoo…” he chuckled while pointing his finger in my face. “Yoo were just taking jabs at him and his lover, how do yoo go from that to sucking face with him?”

“Martin shit…fuck! I have wanted to do that for a long time! Who hasn’t wanted to kiss him huh?” I yelled while tapping my fingers on the table.

“True, yes, but Dave! Simon…” he stopped not even paying attention to my statement.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about that talentless lug alright? I don’t care anything about Lebon. If he wants to come in ‘ere and asked me why I kissed his boyfriend I’ll tell him. I’m ready for him; let him come in ‘ere!” I screamed shivering from the feelings I had just incited.

The taste of his lips were too hard to forget at that moment. Nothing Martin said concerned me. All I wanted to know was where was John? Did he run off into the arms of that fat fucker he called a lover?

As Martin continued to scold me about what I had just done, the Durans walked in the door.

Nick’s eyes met mine first. As per usual, they were calm and peaceful. I always liked that about Nick Rhodes, the true genius and talent behind the pop tarts.

John had Simon’s hand within his, which made me rather envious. That could be me, I thought. Instead of the guy whom could not hold a fuckin’ note. An overweight, good for nothing, no talent asshole that was lucky to have two lookers on each arm: Yasmin and John.

When I looked up at John’s face, he did not return the gaze. Immediately, he put his head down obviously wanting to forget about what just happened between us.

“So Martin, I don’t think this will work. I cannot get Simon to agree to it so I guess it is dead before it even starts.” Nick said coolly.

Martin straightened, holding out his hand. “Yeah wot a pity. Ah well, maybe in the next lifetime huh Nick?”

Nick chuckled as he took Martin’s hand in a truce. “Yes, Martin, I guess we will all need to meet there and maybe then we shall get along betta.”

As the two exchanged pleasantries, I stood, hoping to invoke a little feeling from John.

That moment, I wanted to taste his lips again. I did not care that his so-called man was standing there on his arm either. I decided to go for broke.

“Uh sorry, John may I speak to yoo in private?” I said waiting for John to respond.

Martin turned quickly shooting me a glare that could have killed anything that moved. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Nick’s smile turn into a blank expression as well. Lebon was silent, though I noticed he too had an emotionless look.

“Um, Dave, I…I don’t think we have anything mor to say to each otha…” John was disturbed; our kiss did make him feel something.

Wondering what to say next, I cleared my throat before putting out my cigarette. “John, I jus wanted to finish the great conversation we were having, that’s all…”

“Yoo heard him Gahan…he does not think there is anything else to say. Now, Martin, we bid yoo adieu. As always yoo ar the class of Depeche…if…” Lebon said while grasping Martin’s palm.

Panicking, I rubbed my hands together before deciding what my next move would be.

“John it will be just minute come on now…” I said grabbing John by the hand pulling him out the back door.

Seemingly, I knew John would want to follow since he did not put up any kind of fight. Although he talked such a tough game just minutes earlier, I had reduced him to a timid little girl.

After closing it behind us, I pinned him up against it, rubbing my body on top of his. Even after all these years he was so beautiful, so sexy, all I ever wanted was John.

“Dave…no…wot the hell did yoo want to tell me?” Hastily, he pushed me off trying to collect himself.

“John, I know yoo felt somethin’ back there, I kno…” I breathed before engulfing his lips with mine once again.

Our tongues thrashed together, creating all kinds of friction in my groin. Once more, I pressed him against the wood, exploring his mouth, enjoying the faint taste of cranberry.

“Mmmh…Dave…I” John whispered allowing me to put his hands over his head. Our fingers clenched within each other’s felt real, as if we really had something there.

That minute, I poured all my emotions onto him forgetting about Martin, Depeche, Duran, Lebon, everything that was outside of this perfect moment, the one I had forced upon John; the one I had desired for ages.

When we stopped, I could not help but stare at the beautiful, mature man he had become. The crow’s feet seemed to go along with the wrinkles on his forehead. His blond, brownish hair now short suited him so much better than the bender hair he had back in the eighties. The body was always intact. Toned, slight, and tanned unlike his pudgy boyfriend who did not give two shits about his appearance.

“John, I know this is difficult but, John…this…” he did not allow me to finish my sentence.

Within seconds, his arms were around my slender waist underneath my suit jacket. His long fingers tickled my sides as they roamed along my waistband.

Since we were the same height, I rested my wrists on those broad shoulders letting my nails comb the back of his strands.

“Shit Dave, I don’t know about this…but it feels…” he said while our foreheads met.

“I know John, it is a difficult situation. Look, I know things have not been right in the past…” I stammered because right now all I wanted was to fuck him.

“No and it will neva be right. It is best that it stays that way. How would I be able to explain this to Si, to Gela…?” he said while dropping his hands to cup my thighs.

I had forgotten about that American rag doll that he married. “John, I don’t care about Lebon or Gela, all I care for is yoo. John, I’ve waited too long for this, really.”

“Dave, I don’t feel the same for yoo as yoo claim for me…,” he said while closing his eyes.

Although it hurt to hear him say that, I knew it was true. It was not of concern though, all I needed was one night, just one to make John Taylor at least care or pretend to. It did not matter if he would have lied to me, as long as I heard some semblance of, “I love you, Dave, I want you…”

“John, yoo don’t hafta remind me alright. I do care about yoo John, always have and will despite wot yoo feel about me. John, give me a chance, yeah? It’s been ova twenty years John, for chrissakes!” I reasoned with him, hoping that he would take pity on me.

For a minute he stood, quiet, still enjoying the feel of my skin. All of a sudden, he grabbed me pulling me close for another embrace.

As we kissed, my mind started to create scenarios of how I would steal him away from Lebon. My wife did not know of the bending activities that I had with Martin and even if she had, I’m not sure I would have given a fuck.

Martin would be delighted to have a minute or two with a man we both fancied and hated at the same time. Part of the reason John was so unpopular was because many British artists were jealous of his looks. In the eighties, gorgeous was not the only word to describe John Taylor.

“Mmmhh…Dave, this will not work I tell yoo. We need to stop this now. It is much easier to continue to hate one anotha! We ar both married men with kids and jealous male lovers. At this point in our lives it is too late to do this, even if I did…”

“It is neva too late John Taylor and I don’t care wot yoo say. The only reason I did this was to finally tell yoo how I felt and now that yoo know, there is no turning back…” I hissed before placing light nips on his neckline.

The smell of his cologne intoxicated me as I moved downward on his chest. Nuzzling my nose through the fine hairs that decorated the body I had dreamed about.

“Fuckin’ GAHANNNNNN!!!!” The voice of Lebon startled me. I turn around quickly.

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