Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:
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If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.
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I don't know any of the celebrities in this story, and this story in no way is meant to imply anything about their sexualities, personalities, or anything else. This is a work of pure fiction.
Sorry for the longer than usual gaps between chapters. Things got busy here. Questions and commentary can be sent to "writerboy69@hotmail.com". I've enjoyed hearing from all of you.
So, on with Season 2 of the story.
"Where are we going?" I asked, following Josh down the walkway.
"To the car," he answered, smiling.
"Really?" I asked, wide-eyed and sarcastic. "No, I mean after that."
"Surprise," he said, climbing into the open door as the driver held it for us.
"You're not going to give me even a little hint?" I asked, snuggling up close to him on the seat.
"Nope," Josh answered, smiling, and pulling me tightly against him.
"Would you tell me for a blowjob?" I asked. I was thinking of that old Kevin Costner movie, and how sexy a limousine could be. I didn't know if there was a club for limos, like the Mile High Club maybe, but I was willing to go for a membership.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," he said, swallowing uncomfortably as I put a hand on his chest.
"Why not?" I asked, sliding my hand onto his crotch. Something was definitely moving underneath all that bunched fabric. "He's got the little divider up."
"I'm not worried about the driver," Josh said, watching my hand as I pressed it against his cock, squeezing lightly through the pants. "I just don't want you to fill up and lose your appetite."
I immediately pulled my hand off of him, settling back against the seat and watching his eyes widen in surprise.
"Well, now I know there's food involved," I said, crossing my arms smugly.
"That was evil," he said, smiling.
"So is keeping secrets," I said, smiling back.
"It's not a secret, it's a surprise," he said. "That's different."
"OK," I said, holding his hand and looking out the window.
We watched the city go by in silence, squeezing each other's hand. If Josh wanted to surprise me, the least I could do is honor his request. Besides, I would find out soon enough anyway. In the meantime, he'd obviously gone to a lot of trouble planning the evening, and I wondered when he had found the time. Maybe this was what he and Justin had done during lunch while Chris and I were out playing detective.
The limousine pulled to a stop in front of a large hotel, sliding up the curving drive under the awning. The driver opened our door, and we stepped out onto the carpeted sidewalk, where a crisply dressed man was waiting.
"Good evening, Mr. Chasez," he said imperiously. I looked around uncomfortably, trying to figure out if this was where they filmed "Pretty Woman". It looked like it, but all expensive hotels look the same to me, since I don't usually stay in them. "Everything is as you requested, if you will follow me please."
"Thank you," Josh said, and we followed quickly as the man walked inside.
I had a ton of questions, but didn't want to blurt them out in the middle of the spacious, expensively decorated lobby. Josh walked along as if this was completely normal for him, and, for all I knew, it was, but I was definitely out of my depth. We glided through the lobby and down a series of hallways before I could even pause to look around, so the whole walk was kind of a blur of good carpet, expensive flowers, and tastefully bland paintings on the walls, and suddenly we were stopping in front of a door, held open by a rather young looking doorman. Josh handed him a rather generous tip as we followed the first guy inside, and I wondered if it was a bribe.
We stepped into a small ballroom. The walls were covered in fabric, and columns, interspersed with tables with floral arrangements on them, surrounded the gleaming parquet floor. Off to one side of the dimly lit room I saw a bar, empty, the glassware catching stray flecks of light, and on the other side I saw a small stage covered with empty chairs and instruments resting on stands. In the center of the dance floor was a small round table, the only brightly lit spot in the room, the white tablecloth glowing warmly in the softly indirect light of the many candles in their gleaming candelabra. It was set for two, with fine china and gleaming crystal.
"This is perfect," Josh said, shaking the man's hand and surreptitiously slipping him what was probably another extremely large tip. "Thank you so much."
"Dinner will be served momentarily, sir," the man said, retreating.
"Thank you," I called, wishing I at least knew his name. I looked around the immense room. It really wasn't as big as it seemed, but it definitely wasn't designed for only two people. I looked at Josh, who was beaming as he took my hand and led me to the table. "Josh?"
"Surprised?" he asked, pulling out my chair for me.
"Extremely," I answered, sitting down. Josh walked around the table and sat in his own chair. "Are you sure this is, um, wise?"
"You mean am I sure my secret's safe?" he asked, staring at me across the flowers. The table was small enough for him to reach across and take my hand, and he did. "The hotel prides itself on being discreet, and on not leaking anything to the press. And even if people do talk, it's all just rumor. Now stop worrying about it. This is your special night in Hollywood, Jack, so please, sit back and enjoy it."
I felt his hand squeeze mine, his fingers brushing over the back of my hand, but before I could say anything another employee appeared as if by magic from the shadows. I jumped, causing Josh to giggle, as the new guy began pouring wine into both our glasses. He sat the bottle in a bucket of ice, on a stand, next to the table, and vanished again after Josh discreetly palmed him a tip as well. Did he have a wad of cash hidden in his pocket?
"Jesus!" I breathed. "Where the hell did he come from?"
"You're cute when you're startled," Josh said, smiling. His bright blue eyes twinkled like gaslights. "Just sit back and relax, Jack. Have some wine. Maybe it'll settle you down."
"Josh, is it really necessary to tip everyone so much?" I whispered as we picked through our salad. He had given a handout to the guy who brought it, and I looked around uneasily, wondering where they kept coming from. So far we hadn't seen the same one twice, and for all I knew they were rising, wraithlike, from the floor.
"There's nothing wrong with a little extra incentive," he said, shrugging.
"You're throwing around a lot of money, though," I said, trying to imagine what it might cost to rent a ballroom in a place like this.
"It's not like I'm poor, Jack," he said. "I told you, tonight is special, so please, stop worrying about it and just enjoy the ride."
I did during the rest of dinner. We had salad, and soup, and sorbet, and fish, and some sort of meat that I was hard pressed to identify, but which seemed to melt on my tongue. After the last course, the chef himself brought out dessert, a still flaming baked Alaska, so that we could thank him, and Josh could show his appreciation. I felt extremely full, but managed to put away quite a bit of the exquisite dessert anyway. Through it all and apparently endless stream of identically dressed interchangeable waiters cleared our dishes, kept our wineglasses full, and brought out new courses.
When we finished dessert, Josh took my hand and walked me over to a pair of doors on the side of the room. A pair of little old men, also uniformed, were waiting next to them, and each man opened a door.
"I'll see you in a minute," Josh said, stepping through one of the doors.
Josh gave me a little wave, and I returned it and then stepped through my own door, entering a little room where a lot of clothing hung carefully on several racks. There was a full length, three fold mirror in front of the back wall, and I jumped again as the little old man followed me in.
"Who are you?" I asked, on the verge of freaking out.
"I'm David, sir," he answered, as if this answered my question. "I'm your valet for the evening. I'm here to help you dress, sir."
"OK, David, no offense intended," I began, holding up my hands. "But I'm not a model, or a rock star. I would rather just, you know, dress myself. Could you maybe wait outside?"
"Are you certain, sir?" he asked.
"Really, this is just really creepy for me, ok?" I said apologetically. "I promise I'll let you look me over when I'm done, but please, just wait outside. If you go next door, the guy getting dressed in there will give you some money."
"Not necessary, sir," David said, backing out the door. "Please call for me when you are ready, sir."
I'm sure Josh thought having this guy follow me in was no problem, but really, it was just too much for me. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, and began to put on the tuxedo. Josh had gone all out on this, too, down to the shoes, and it fit so well that I wondered if he had measured me in my sleep. I thought I had it all done up correctly, but when I let David back in he spent a minute or two tugging and pulling at it, adjusting and straightening. I looked in the mirror, and thought that I looked pretty damn sharp. David opened the door again, and I gave him a good chunk of the money from my wallet, hoping he hadn't already sucked down a big tip from Josh.
The ballroom was completely transformed when I stepped back in. The dinner table and chairs were gone, leaving the dance floor clear. Someone, somewhere, had turned on a fog machine, covering the dance floor with clouds, and the soft, indirect white lighting gave everything a misty glow. A band had taken the stage, actually a small orchestra, and Josh waited in front of the stage for me. His back was to me, but when my door opened he turned and smiled, and took my breath away. In his own tuxedo, he looked not just handsome, but dashing, like a matinee idol. The whole scene was unreal, and as he glided toward me, his feet lost in the fog, the band began to play. It could have been a scene shot in black and white, a reel from Hollywood's golden heyday, and I wouldn't have been surprised if Lana Turner drifted out from behind one of the columns, dripping with diamonds and icy glamour.
OK, maybe no Hollywood society epic had two guys dancing in the ballroom, but it was still a cinematic moment.
"May I have this dance, Mr. Springer?" Josh asked, bowing before me and then taking my hand.
"Certainly," I answered, speechless. When Josh took my hand, a disco ball dropped from the ceiling, and began to slowly spin, throwing tiny diamonds of light over everything. "Wow."
I watched the light play over Josh's firm, smooth features, noting the way his eyes sparkled beneath his slicked back hair. His face was classically beautiful, leading man perfect, with his cheekbones and his jaw. Josh was a little self-conscious about his nose, but I thought it was perfect. It gave him character, and kept him from being too perfect. Then again, he could never be more perfect to me, and I thought again about how much I loved him as I followed his lead across the dance floor.
"I didn't know you could dance ballroom," Josh said, still leading.
"I took classes," I said, smiling. "Carla and I thought it would be a good way to meet guys, so we signed up for these classes."
"Did it work?" Josh asked, smiling back at me.
"Not at all," I answered, laughing. "The entire class was people who were engaged, and wanted to look good at their weddings. We made a lot of good friends, and even got invited to one of their ceremonies, but there wasn't a single man there for either of us."
"How is Carla?" Josh asked. "Have you talked to her since you came out here?"
"A couple times," I said. "I tried calling her the other day, though, and she hasn't called back."
"Maybe she went out of town," Josh suggested.
"Maybe," I said, shrugging. "At least the class was good for something."
"You're a man of many talents," Josh said, twirling me.
"You don't know the half of it," I said, laughing. "But maybe, if you're lucky, I'll show you a couple more."
"You know any swing dance?" Josh asked.
"You lead, I'll follow," I said. "We took those lessons, too, and they didn't work, either."
I don't know how long we danced for, but the night seemed to stretch out forever. The band kept playing, and Josh kept spinning me out across the floor. He had about a thousand times more dance training than I did, and it showed, but I was at least skilled enough to keep up. Eventually Josh thanked the band, and handed the bandleader a large, bulging envelope before leading me out to the elevators. We didn't see anyone on our way, and I wondered if he had paid the hotel to keep the hallways clear. The elevator man knew where to take us without being told, and Josh gave him a large tip as we exited. An idle voice in my head pointed out that I could have paid my rent for a year or more with what he'd spent this evening, but I pushed it away.
Josh opened the door to a suite that was larger than my entire apartment. We walked into a large sitting room, my feet sinking into the deep plush carpet as I looked around at the sumptuous furnishings. On the far side of the room was a wall of opened French doors, revealing glimpses of a balcony through the billowing gauzy curtains. I stepped out, and Josh followed me, holding my hand as I stood and saw the entire city, lit up and sparkling, laid out before us.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Josh, this is amazing," I said. "This whole night has been. I'm kind of overwhelmed right now."
Instead of saying anything, I felt his hand, feather light, trace up the side of my neck. Turning me toward him, he swept me into his arms, crushing my body against his as his mouth urgently sought mine. His lips pressed against mine, trapped by my teeth, and his tongue darted inside, pushing my mouth open further as he tilted my head back. My hand slid up to lace through his hair and pull him even more tightly against me. I could feel the firmness of his chest pressing against mine, even through all the layers of shirt and vest, and I felt his hard cock snaking down the leg of his pants, fighting to escape.
Josh took my hand and tugged me back inside, and I followed wordlessly, shedding my jacket as we walked through the suite. His own jacket followed, dropping to the floor as he shrugged out of it. We crossed the sitting room and into the ivory and gold bedroom, where I saw an impossibly large bed made up with gold silk sheets, but Josh pulled me past it to the marble bathroom, where I saw that a giant sunken jacuzzi was already running. There were bath beads or something in it, because the water was permeated with a soft, sensual scent. Josh and I quickly stripped each other in the soft light of the bathroom, our hands crawling over chests and shoulders, followed by our mouths, and then we slid into the warm, rushing water.
"This is a lot nicer than the shower," I said, as Josh pushed my head back and nibbled on my neck.
"And there's no curtain to worry about pulling down," he pointed out. He slid off of me and pulled a bottle of champagne, already opened, from a bucket of ice next to the tub. "Thirsty?"
"Champagne two nights in a row?" I asked. "You're spoiling me. You didn't pack the Kinky Lovin' Kit, did you?"
"No," he laughed, pouring champagne into my open mouth. "I don't think we'll need it."
Josh poured another draught of champagne into my mouth, and instead of swallowing I held it there, leaning my head back and pulling him toward me. He sucked it greedily from my mouth, his tongue dipping and lapping against mine, and his hands rested on my shoulders as his whole body slid wetly over mine. I felt his cock press against my hip, and sliding my hands down his slick, rippled torso, I wrapped both of them around it, squeezing and pulling as he kissed me. Josh moaned and twisted on top of me, but I didn't let go, and began to stroke him faster, feeling his cock throb against my palms. I rolled one over his cockhead and he groaned my name, pulling my earlobe with his teeth.
Josh's hard nipples slid over my chest, brushing against mine, and he gripped my head with both hands, lifting and turning it as my hands continued to stroke him beneath the jetting water. I saw the muscles of his back flex in one long, slow play of strength as he pushed his hips against me, thrusting into my hands. Keeping one hand moving over his cock, stroking faster, I reached down with the other and tugged at his balls, pulling them away from his body, squeezing them a little, but not painfully.
"Oh, God, Jack," he sighed, opening his eyes to stare into mine.
"I've been waiting all day to touch you," I whispered.
I let go of his cock and took his shoulders, maneuvering him around the tub until he was sitting in the corner. I pushed upward, and he got the message, hoisting himself out of the tub with a delicious flex of his arms so that he was resting on the edge, legs splayed. Pushing his knees open, I stared at the picture he was while he stared down at me. His tanned skin was a little pinkish from the heat of the water, and droplets beaded and coursed down his rounded chest and firmly curved arms. His face was flushed, his mouth open, and his brownish nipples were hard and pointed, begging to be sucked on. His six pack, smooth and then rippled, flexed into view with every panting breath, and his hard, pulsing cock jutted up against them, the wide spongy head also pinkish from the water.
I leaned forward, rolling my lips over it, kissing it and then opening wide to take him all the way in with one long, slow swallow. His face twisted in pleasure as his sapphire eyes squeezed closed, and his hands gripped the sides of the jacuzzi, holding him in place as his hips slowly pushed toward me. His arms rippled and flexed, the veins bulging as his muscles danced, and I watched his abs strain in front of my nose as he tossed his head back and forth, letting out a wordless series of high pitched moans as my tongue slid smoothly up the huge vein on the underside of his throbbing cock. Pulling back, I felt his cockhead slide over my tongue, and I ran it around the ridge, tickling the sensitive spot below the slit, where all the nerves met.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs, feeling them bunch and strain as he moved against me, trying to drive himself even deeper into me, and his feet met in the small of my back, pulling me closer. My own prick was painfully hard, and I almost came us one of the jets blasted against it. As Josh's cockhead slid over my tongue again, I caught the salty taste of his precum, and knew that he had to be close. His breathing confirmed this, squeaking toward those high pitched yelps that I knew so well, and suddenly one of his hands was on the back of my head, holding me urgently in place as he blasted spurt after spurt of hot cum into my mouth.
He slumped back down into the water, panting, sliding so fast I thought for a second he meant to drown himself. My hands slid up his torso as it rolled past, catching his head and turning it toward mine, and he grabbed me, pulling me tightly against him.
"Jack," he panted.
"Josh," I answered. "Thanks for a beautiful night."
"It's not over yet," he said, reaching languidly for the champagne bottle again.
We stayed in the jacuzzi until we finished the bottle. Josh remained draped across me, his hands roaming over me as we kissed and shared the bottle, murmuring our love to each other. Every so often his hands would play over a sensitive spot, and my words would be lost in sighs of pleasure as my own hands rested on his smooth, flexing back. Every once in a while my hands dipped below the water to feel the hard, curved muscles of his ass, or to drift around to the front and play with his cock, full but only partially hard beneath the water. My own cock was desperately in need of attention, but I knew Josh would take care of me soon enough.
I was just kind of mentally drifting, lolling back against the side of the tub, thinking about how nice it was to have Josh pressed against me and how nice the warm water and the bubbles were. The empty champagne bottle lay forgotten on the bathroom floor somewhere, and the heavy scent in the water hung thickly in the air. The only light in the bathroom came from the small bulbs around the mirror, and I wondered why Josh hadn't stuffed the place with a thousand candles again. Maybe he was afraid repetition might be boring. I'd have to assure him later that romance was never boring. Josh shifted in the tub, and I felt his hands sliding under me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, grabbing his neck as he stood, lifting me out of the tub. Josh had an arm under my back and one under my knees, and stepped out of the tub, laughing. "You're gonna throw your back out."
"Are you trying to ruin the moment?" he asked, staring down at me.
"I just don't want you to hurt yourself," I said, feeling his muscles bulging as he held me against his chest.
Josh carried me to the bedroom and stood me carefully next to the bed. Grabbing a towel, he dried me off, and then pushed me backward until I collided with the bed. I climbed on, sliding over the sheets on my back up to the headboard. I lay against the pillows, watching Josh dry himself, and then he began to crawl up the bed toward me. Josh's mouth crawled up my body, kissing my calves and thighs. He kissed lightly over my cock, popping the head into his mouth for a second before gliding up my abs, stopping at my chest to pull one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth. He kissed his way up my neck, over my jaw, and finally his mouth was on mine as his body crushed me into the soft, overstuffed mattress. My cock was throbbing against his, both of them trapped between our warm bodies.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked, staring up into his blue eyes as he stared down into mine.
"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "I thought I might ravage you for a while."
"Ravage away," I whispered.
Josh shifted on top of me, pulling at my legs, and I let him do whatever he wanted. He tore open a condom, and I wondered where it came from, idly praying that there wasn't a guy under the bed handing him things. After the rest of the evening, it wouldn't have surprised me in the least. Josh adjusted me a little, leaned down, and pushed all the way into me in one huge thrust. I threw my head back, pulling his down against my neck, and realized that I was looking up into my own eyes, reflected in the enormous gold-tinted mirror on the ceiling. Kinky.
Josh began to thrust in and out, taking long slow strokes that I wasn't in the mood for. Raking my hands up and down his back, I grabbed his ass, bucking underneath him, and he got the message, pounding harder into me. I felt his cock sliding almost all the way out, and then rushing back in, hitting my prostate, sending warm pleasure rushing through me on every thrust. In the mirror, I watched Josh's back flex and twist, seeing my own hands sliding over it, watching his ass cheeks dimple as he strained and pushed his way into me. Josh's chest scraped against mine, and his hands crawled over me as his mouth worked at a spot on my neck. I knew I'd have an enormous hickey in the morning, but I really didn't care at that point.
Josh stared down at me as he stiffened above me, his open eyes reflecting amazement and lust as his hips jerked against me, pushing him in what seemed even deeper. I felt myself close to the edge, but he must have sensed it, because his hand clamped down hard on the base of my cock.
"Don't cum," he panted, even as he shot into my clenching ass.
I nodded, not wanting to speak, as I fought not to, my breath hissing between gritted teeth. I felt my urgency pass, finally, just as Josh pulled out of me. Grabbing tissues, he cleaned himself off quickly, and then began rolling a condom down over my throbbing prick. He followed his hand with his mouth, quickly getting me dripping wet. I personally can't stand the taste of latex, but maybe he couldn't find the lubricant. The bed was big enough to lose an entire person in, after all. Josh slid up my legs, straddling me, and then began to lower himself carefully onto my cock.
"Oh, Josh," I panted, seeing him wince as my head pushed its way inside.
"Thought maybe we'd try me on top," he panted, staring down at me.
My hips pushed involuntarily toward him, but I tried to stay as motionless as possible, wanting to let him take this at his own pace. His whole body gleamed above me, the muscles all standing out, and he looked down at my, eyes wide but then squinting as he began to slowly move up and down on me.
"Oh, that's good," he panted, smiling down at me.
"God, yes," I breathed, my back arching beneath him, pushing my cock up into him.
We were moving at a pretty slow space, but I still wasn't going to last very long. I had my hands on his hips, feeling the smooth, silk texture of his skin, and I watched all of his muscles flexing above me. His abs were crunching, his chest flexing as his hands crawled over me to pull at my nipples, or pull my hands up to his chest. His hair, wet from the jacuzzi and slightly sweaty, hung in his eyes, and he threw his head back, pushing his hair away with his hands. Raising his arms pulled his entire torso tight, and I thought again of how beautiful he was.
"Hey, Josh," I panted as he looked down at me.
"Yeah?" he answered, still wincing a little every time he came down on me. It wasn't a wince of pain.
"Look up," I said.
Josh tilted his head back again, and the two of us stared up at the two of us staring down. My torso, sweating and straining, framed by the edge of the mirror, flexed beneath Josh's slowly moving form, the two of us moving in unison, working to drive me deeper and harder into him. I slid my hands up his chest, watching them go in the mirror, and saw his eyes staring into mine.
"That's so fucking hot," he panted, dropping his head to stare back down at me for real.
Josh began to ride me a little faster, practically dancing on top of me, and I began to push off the bed with my own hips, thrusting up into him as he clamped down on me. Suddenly he did this weird twist, arching his back but clenching his ass hard, and it felt like he was trying to pull me all the way into him. I grunted and came hard, bucking beneath him, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, certain that I was going to pass out from the pleasure.
When I was done Josh climbed off of me, and I felt his hands carefully cleaning me off. He tossed the tissue wrapped condom aside somewhere, and I felt his mouth quickly slide over my cock as he cleaned it off. The feeling of his tongue brushing over me so soon after I'd come was almost too much, but he quickly pulled off of me, and slid back up the bed to rest against me again. I opened my eyes, and saw his face above me, his eyes staring down into mine again.
"I love you," I breathed, pulling him down to me.
"I love you, too," he answered, just before his lips closed over mine.
We settled back into the bed, pulling the sheet up over us, wrapped in each other.
That's it for now. We'll get back to all the other drama in the next chapter.