Something Sensual
Rawiya

“Well I’ll be damned, wot the hell, Gahan, the tart?” Bryan said watching me get out of the car.

David smiled wryly, “Shut up, Bry, John and I have known each otha for years and now…we jus wanna make this friendship a little more complicated…” Dave held his fingers together signifying small.

‘A little more than just that…’

Bryan extended his hand in my direction. I hated that he called me a tart but to be nice since he was giving Dave and I a place to stay, I took it.

“Allo mate. I’m a big fan of yor solo stuff, but not of Duran, sorry…” he laughed shaking my palm.

I smirked, “That’s alright, I can take it. I realize that not EVERYONE can have good taste in music…”

Immediately, his smile turned into a frown. Bryan released my grip, clearing his throat. Dave noticing that Bryan and I were uncomfortable, stepped in.

“Ahem, Bryan Chattlesbury, John Taylor, John Taylor, Bryan…”

At that juncture, we just nodded at one another, grinning.

‘All moders and their fans are all alike aren’t they? Cynical bastards…’

“Erm, Dave, here ar the keys, I suppose you’ll only be needin’ it for the day?” Bryan handed Dave the set of keys.

“Dave looked down, “Erm, dunno, I might need it for longer. Yoo have someone comin’ afta it?”

“No, I was jus tryin’ to get a gage on how long you’ll be stayin’…”

“Ah Bryan, I dunno…we shall see, mate.” Dave walked over next to me, grabbing my hand. I grasped it firmly while thinking of Simon.

“C’mon love, let’s go, yeah? Let’s not put off the moment any furtha…”

With that, we bid Bryan adieu with nods and salutes, walking in the direction of a rather large house approximately less than twenty feet away from his mainstay. The place was gorgeous from the outside, so I only assumed the same was within.

Dave was still holding my hand as he unlocked the door, letting us in. It was just as I had suspected; a lovely little haven that made for a beautiful backdrop for something so damn wrong and sinful.

As I took a few steps to look around, Dave closed the door behind me. I heard him throw the key on the table. Seconds later, his arms were around my waist, he kissed my shoulder.

“Now, my love, where were we…” he said while nipping my ear.

Those teeth on my lobe, his hot breath on my skin; something so lethal, so dangerous was Gahan. As I had thought about earlier, I really, never had any feelings for him however, that did not mean that I did not find the man attractive.

“Right here,” I ginned, forcing my tongue into his mouth, languishing in the tastes of the liquor that he had consumed whilst our meeting at the table. The intoxication I felt from that and his lips on top of mine, incredible; the adrenaline shots resulting from his fingers touching the nape of my neck, unbelievable.

“Oh Nigel,” he breathed, his fingers tangling in my locks once more.

“Fuck, David…” I said, raking his straight strands, curling them around my digits.

There was something real here sensual even. A happening, more than just a moment and this would prove to be a problem that I would just have to deal with. A pleasant one that I did not mind taking on.

Back at John’s hotel room…

Simon did not move as he still bristled over Roger’s words. “Wot do yoo mean, Roger? That is the man of my life, how would yoo feel if Nick went off going out with someone who was yor rival?”

Roger smirked, “I don’t have any and besides, I’m not a control freak like yoo, Si. We had a situation last aftanoon with Mart. Nick and I diffused it right away…”

Nick slapped Roger’s arm, “Roger! That was no big deal; there was no need to mention that…”

“Mention wot?” Simon walked closer, interested in what they both had to say.

Nick rolled his eyes, “Martin kissed me earlier and well, it stayed on my mind a minute but…”

Simon threw up his hands, “Wot the hell, ar yoo serious,” he said chuckling.

Roger, not changing his expression, “Yeah, it was no big thing, though. We talked about it, Nick told me it was jus somethin’ that happened, and we squashed it.”

Nick nodded, knowing that but hating that Roger even brought it up.

“Wot the fuck does that hafta do with my situation, though? I mean, the man I have loved for ages has jus gone off with a man I despise. We had talked about it as well when we came back here. We made love, we chatted…then the next thing I know, he’s gettin’ into Dave’s car…”

Roger reached for Nick, pulling his side closer in his direction, “Well maybe there was somethin’ that yoo weren’t doing right, Simon, somethin’ that John thought that he might need to get from anotha source. Look, all I’m sayin’ is, take a look in the mirror before yoo start makin’ the conclusions that everythin’ is alright, obviously, it’s not…”

Once more, Simon’s piercing blue eyes glared at Roger, “I have done everythin’ I could to be a good man to him, Roger. I don’t appreciate the fact that yoo ar insinuating somethin’ else.”

Roger shook his head, “That’s yor problem, mate. Quite obviously yoo have not…”

Simon, not able to stand the accusations of Roger, lunged at him, with Nick trying to get in the way.

Back at Bryan’s guesthouse…

Dave and I were sitting on the couch, delighting in each other’s affections. I had turned my phone off, not really, caring if Simon would put in a call to me or not. This happening, this occurrence with Dave had become more than just the fling I had first thought it to be. It was of oh so much more significance; I would do whatever I could to keep it.

“Nigel, mmm…” he moaned as I took off his shirt, revealing that beautiful chest. The tattoos illuminating under the lights, glistening with sweat. Yes, this is what I have been missing; a man that was still a rebel despite being hitched.

“David…” I grinned, pushing him back on the sofa while toeing my shoes off my feet. I wanted more than just a hot screw, I desired to make this last, our first time needed to be more than just a quick romp. That, I could get from Simon.

I hovered over him, yanking my fitted top over my head, tossing it aside. Dave reached up, dragging his long fingers down my torso, smiling at me, the whiteness of his teeth blinding.

“Shit, baby, yoo ar so beautiful…” he whispered, pulling me down on top of him, our crotches grinding together.

“I could say the same for yoo, Gahan, I always thought yoo to be quite the looker…”

“Yoo don’t say,” he said. Dave had the strands of my short mane within his grasp.

“Oh most definitely, Dave, I neva said that I did not find yoo sexy, I jus said, I did not have any emotions, but…”

Dave pushed himself upwards into my body; I heard his shoes fall on the floor. “But…” he kissed my lips lightly.

“I am willing to find them for yoo, Dave…I want this…I need this…”

Dave grinned, his smile like a Cheshire cat knowing that his affections had won me over. “As do I, my lovely Nigel…”

‘I mean it with all my heart too, Simon has no hold on me anymore…’

At the close of his sentence, I engulfed his lips with my own. Heartily, he accepted while kneading my back muscles, digging his nails into my back.

“Fuck baby,” I mouthed as I pulled away, wanting to taste the sweat on his flesh. Slowly, I went down, tracing that line down his chest. Dave’s fingers pulling my hair, I am in heaven.

At the main house…

Bryan Chattlesbury sat at his table, still miffed as to why Dave had brought the pop tart, John to his home. Bryan never liked Duran and he thought all the guys in his favorite group felt the same. Obviously, Dave did not; he wondered did Martin know about this.

While he sat with his coffee, staring off into space, his phone disrupted his thoughts.

“Allo…” he said, his cup still in his hand. Bryan smiled when he noticed the voice on the other end. “Oh hi there…have I seen Dave? I most certainly, have…”

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