When We Were Us

Chapter 5

*~*David's POV: September 2013*~*

If you had told me that I'd be romantically involved with a man, I would have said you're crazy. But here I am. Fifty-one years old with butterflies in my stomach, strolling barefoot down the carpeted hallway of a five-star hotel we're staying in currently.

In the three months after Richie's departure, Jon had come to rely more on me professionally and personally. Sometimes he wouldn't talk to any of us away from business meetings. Even then it was through email or the occasional sheet of paper under our doors.

I was still there for him when he needed that rock and stepped in to help direct soundchecks, or when he needed a setlist made. He never had to ask twice, and I always delivered. Then one night in June, I don't know what broke him...but he did.

Fast asleep in my room and a bottle of wine left open on the nightstand, I heard soft sniffles in the dark and felt him crawl into my bed. First, it was his hand exploring under the blanket, but soon he was straddling my waist.

That was the first night we fucked and several more followed. Some nights he would call or text, asking me to come to his room. Sometimes there would be little to no foreplay. He'd simply request that I force him over the bed and fuck him, drunk and sober.

Other times he'd want something more romantic or kinky. I was happy to oblige both requests. You can ask me a million and one times why would I do this for Jon. I'll give you the same answer each time. Because I enjoy making him happy and I love him.

He's my best friend and my brother. Plus it makes me feel wanted and appreciated. Though if I had to be honest with you, part of it was to ease the pain Richie inflicted on him. Sexually I'd been mentored by Tico as a dominant, so it took little effort to slide into that mode for Jon.

I knock on his door and straighten out my black shirt. The damn thing always got wrinkled, no way to avoid it. Not that it would be on for very long. It never did with him. My heart leaps as he opens the door and stands there in his favorite pair of jeans; the ones that hung low on his hips.

"Right on time," Jon gives me a big smile and stands to the side. His voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Have I ever been late for you, Johnny?"

He gives me a beautiful smile and closes the door, securing the lock in place. "Not in 35 years." His lips press against mine. I let out a soft moan as his tongue teases mine. My hand cups his cheek and I allow my thumb to caress his skin, raising goosebumps. "You're the one constant thing I can rely on," he whispers.

"I'm always here for you," I reply, pushing my hips to him and feel his arousal. His nimble fingers push the buttons of my shirt through their holes, hands drawing it off my shoulders and he folds it neatly on the chair.

"May I remove my pants? They're very tight," he asks, his voice taking on a subservient quality.

"Please do," I grant him the desired permission. Jon licks his lips at the noticeable bulge in my pants, wiggling his ass at me and tugging his jeans to his ankles. "Don't keep me waiting, Johnny." I brought my hand down on his ass hard.

Jon squeaks, falling to his knees and bowing his head to kiss my feet. His eyes found mine. "I submit myself for your pleasure," he whispers.

He trembles as my fingers weave through his hair and lays his head into my hand. "You enjoy Daddy's touch, don't you?" I ask him, pulling those locks just enough for his lips to part.

"Yes, Sir. I ache for your touch every night," he said and I take notice that his normally deep voice was much breathier. I could always melt him with a single stare. He was my clay to mold and shape, the only one besides Tico that knew me inside and out.