The Prince of Punk Rock (30 page)

A small orange clementine caught
Tommy’s eye.
 
He palmed it in his large
football sized hand, rolling and caressing it with his fingers.
  
He broke through the thick skin with the
fingertips of his other hand and peeled off a large chunk of the sectioned
fruit.
 
A small moon-shaped crescent
broke away and landed in his lap.
 
Angel
leaned over and picked it up with his teeth, licking Tommy’s thigh as he sucked
the fruit into his mouth.
 
Tommy fed him
another tiny section.
 
I was a tidbit and
Angel was greedy.
 
He sucked it from
Tommy’s hand, encapsulating his thumb in the process.

Angel plucked another grape and fed
it to Tommy. Then he ate one himself.
 
He
placed another between his teeth and offered it to Tommy.
 
Tommy leaned forward and gently pressed his
lips to Angel’s.
 
He broke the grape in
two with his teeth, allowing each of them to partake of its juices.

Angel’s hand, on the back of
Tommy’s neck, prevented escape.
 
His
tongue bathed Tommy’s aroma-drenched mouth.
 
It was a culmination of exotic flavors – a tropical paradise he was
lucky enough to inhabit.

He guided Tommy down onto the
plump, cushy throw.
 
As he kissed Tommy’s
neck, he felt Tommy’s throat move under his lips.
 
His breath deepened and his body shuddered.

His hand gently glided over Tommy’s
shoulder and upper arm.
 
Every inch was
another arch of rolling muscle under his palm.
 
Tommy’s body was pristine and his skin was as soft as velvet.
 
The strategically placed tattoos highlighted
the curves of his prominent muscles.
 
Angel lips glided across Tommy’s chest with a soft ease.
 
He caressed Tommy’s lower abs with his lips,
then his tongue.
  
Tommy’s breathing was
deep and heavy.
 
His eyes were barely
open, hooded by thick pale lashes.

Angel pressed his lips to the tip
of Tommy’s cock and traced his tongue over and under it in slow circles.
 
He covered it with his mouth, enveloping
it.
 
Sucking it.
 
Milking it.

Tommy gasped and his body
twitched.
 
He put his hand on the back of
Angel’s head and pressed himself further into Angel’s mouth.
 
He let out several long, exquisite moans and
pulled on Angel’s hair with his fist.
 
“I
want you, Angel. Now. Hurry up. Do it.”

“As you wish, my prince.
 
As you wish.”
 
Angel searched for the bottle of lube.
  
It had gotten lost in the mess of the tangled blanket.
 
Tommy started to turn over but he stopped
him.
 
“No.
 
Stay on your back.
 
I want to look into your eyes when I make
love to you.
 
I have a little surprise
for you.
 
I went to the doctor. I have a
clean bill of health.
 
Latex is
unnecessary.
 
Now nothing will stand
between our bodies.
 
My flesh will touch
your flesh. The heat of my body will warm you.”

Tommy quickly raised himself up on
his elbows.
 
“Angel, I’ve never done that
before.
 
I’ve never been in a relationship
with a man that progressed to that point.”
 
He looked as wide-eyed and innocent as a teenager about to lose his
virginity.

“I’m honored to be your first, mi
amor.”
 
Angel returned his lips to the
tight muscles in Tommy’s abdomen.
 
They
were calling to him today and he was answering with his lips.
 
He licked his way lower around the base of
Tommy’s cock, straight down between his thighs until he reached that perfect
circle that sent Tommy into a bought of hyperventilation.
 
He slid a slicked finger into the opening and
it welcomed him inside.
 
There was no
straining, no deep push, just a gentle pressure and Angel’s finger belonged to
Tommy.
 
The second finger was a little
more stubborn.
 
He paused to check if
Tommy was OK.
 
The layer of bliss across
his face, said yes.
 
Angel pushed his
finger deeper widening the entrance until it ventured beyond the rim.
  
Tommy moaned in symphony to the tune of
Angel’s fingers moving in and out of his bottom.
 
He was ready.

It was different without the pause
for a condom.
 
The awkward break was replaced
by instant gratification.

As soon as Angel’s well-oiled cock
touched Tommy’s entrance, Tommy let out an enormous sigh.
 
“You’re so warm.
 
And so smooth.
 
It feels so different.
 
So wonderful.
 
We’re connected now.”

A few quick thrusts made Tommy’s
entire body shake.
 
His legs trembled, on
either side of Angel’s ears.
 
Angel
picked up his momentum.
 
The unencumbered
sensation of Tommy’s body massaging him to ecstasy was all he needed.
 
He leaned his head back and let himself go.
 
He surrendered to the orgasm that sent his
body into a fit of pleasure.
 
He stroked
Tommy’s cock a few times and it jolted hot sticky fluid through his fingers.

Tommy lowered his legs one at a
time from Angel’s shoulders.
 
The thick
muscles of his thighs were fatigued from the throws of their lovemaking.
 
Angel wasn’t in much better shape.
 
He was weak and dehydrated.
 
He reached for his wine and drained his
glass.
 
He set it back down on the floor
and crawled back to Tommy, who barely picked up his head.

Angel quietly rested his head on
Tommy’s mountainous chest and he pulled the furry throw over their legs for
added coziness.
 
They stared at the fire
and at the shades of blue, orange and red that it displayed.
 
They watched the small shadows the fire’s
glow projected on the wall and laughed as they made shadow puppets with their
hands.
 
The snow gently fell in big
fluffy cotton balls outside the window, creating a curtain of white.
 
It was old
Hollywood
romance.

Angel spent so many lazy mornings
on the couch, in this room, staring at the vacant fireplace, fantasizing about
taking Tommy on the floor in the middle of this zebra-striped rug.

Dreams really
do
come true.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Two weeks later, Angel moved in
with Jessi and Tommy.
 
It made sense.
 
Jessi didn’t expect the transition to go as
smooth as it did, and Angel turned out to be a Godsend around the house.
 
He was a culinary mastermind in the kitchen.
 
The Cuban dishes he prepared were worthy of a
five star restaurant.
 
He did all the cooking
and all the food shopping.
 
She was still
working long hours at the fashion design studio, and he always had a hot meal
waiting for her when she came home.

Jessi knew that Tommy took
advantage of her late nights at work to spend time alone with Angel.
 
It really didn’t bother her.
 
If she wasn’t too tired from working all day,
they offered her a repeat performance when she got home.

The only thing that drove her crazy
was Angel’s loud and constant singing.
 
He sang in the shower, when he was getting dressed, when he was cooking
– basically, whenever he wasn’t talking.
 
If he sang in a softer pitch, it might have been more bearable, but when
Angel sang, he hit notes that pushed the limits of the sound barrier.
 
She was surprised that every window in the
house wasn’t shattered by now.
 
She knew
it meant that he was happy, which made it tolerable, and, slowly, she began to
enjoy it.

Angel set up a small music room in
the basement.
 
It wasn’t much, but it
allowed the band a space, other than the studio, to write and compose music.

It was odd trying to explain why
Angel moved in with them. There was no reasonable scenario for Angel to leave
his
Williamsburg
apartment and move to Bensonhurst to live in the same house with Tommy and
Jessi.
 
She knew it aroused suspicion,
but not many people asked questions and no one offered an explanation.

The bed rocked and the comforter
was pulled off Jessi, exposing her bare leg and hip.
 
She picked her head up.
 
“You stole the sheets again.”

“Sorry.
 
I’m still not used to sleeping with all these
covers.
 
Every time I turn, I take them
with me.”
 
Angel sent the thick comforter
back in her direction.

Tommy stirred and pushed a mess of
hair from his eyes.
 
“Are you two
fighting over the covers again?”

“Go back to sleep, my prince.
 
We didn’t mean to wake you.”

They still struggled with sleeping
in the same bed together.
 
It wasn’t made
for three people, but they had no choice. They couldn’t buy anything larger
than a king size bed.

A few minutes later, the bed rocked
again, followed by heavy breathing.
 
It
became a welcome sound.
 
Jessi’s sex life
certainly improved since Angel moved into the house.
 
It was impossible not to join in.
 
She rolled over and bumped into Angel’s
leg.
 
He was straddling Tommy, with his
knees on either side of Tommy’s face.

Jessi flipped the rest of the
covers off and shimmied down between Tommy’s legs.
 
She sucked him, while he sucked Angel.
 
She glanced up at them.
 
In the small space between Angel’s butt
cheeks and Tommy’s chin, she could see Angel’s cock, moving slowly, in and out
of Tommy’s mouth.
 
Tommy leaned his neck
all the way back and she envisioned Angel, deep down in the center of Tommy’s
throat.

She was having trouble concentrating on pleasuring Tommy, because she
was watching him pleasure Angel.
 
She
focused back on Tommy.
 
She held him
tight in her hand, while she pressed her mouth all the way down and back up to
the tip, just the way he liked it.
 
She
heard him moan, and then Angel moaned and the bed shook.
 
She looked back up at them.
 
Angel was no longer straddling Tommy.
 
He was lying next to him, kissing him. Angel
pressed his body against Tommy, and his huge erection blocked her view and
almost hit her in the face.