by D. J. Manly
“What in hell are you talking about? I don’t sleep with women.”
Noah walked away from the window. “You’re a sex symbol.”
“I’m a rocker. It comes with the territory. Women like to have their pictures taken with me.”
“You hide in the closet because…”
“I’m not hiding in any damn closet,” Taylor snapped.
“Fine. Give me an interview then. If you’re gay, be proud, and do something for the cause.”
“Fuck the cause. I’m no activist. Go play your violin to someone else.”
“My violin? Do you realize that there are gay men in other countries who have to hide their sexuality or face death?”
“Yes. I know that.”
“Do you know what you coming out could do for them?”
“Nothing, not a goddamned thing. Do you think some Saudi Arabian judge really gives a shit about who a rock star in the US sleeps with?”
Noah shook his head. “It’s men like you who—”
“Men like me?”
“Yes, men like you who don’t fit the homophobes’ notion of what being gay is all about. You can do away with myths and stereotypes and yet you stay in the closet.”
“Ah, so I get it. You think men like me make being gay more acceptable to the breeders? As long as we fit the gender stereotype and don’t wear high heels to bed … well then, maybe, straight people will tolerate us? I don’t give a damn what breeders think of me.”
“You’re preaching.”
“Me? You’re the preacher here, buddy, and Hide magazine is your pulpit. Making gay men acceptable to homophobes? I’m sorry. I have no intention of playing the game. So forget it.”
“I have proof that you’re gay. I have a guy right now eager to tell all in an exclusive interview. He even knows where your tattoo is.”
“Really? Is that so?” Ace met Noah’s gaze. The rocker reached down and began to undo his belt.
“What—what are you doing?”
“I’m taking off my pants.”
“Why?”
The zipper was coming down now. Noah felt his hands go clammy. This was Ace Taylor, and he was taking off his pants in Noah’s hotel room.
“Jesus.” Noah swallowed.
The pants fell down to Ace’s ankles. Thankfully, the white briefs stayed in place.
“Come here,” he demanded.
“Ah … why?”
“Just come over here,” he insisted, “unless you’re scared.”
Noah moved closer. “I’m not … ah, scared. I can take anything you dish out.”
Ace turned one leg outward, then the other. “There. Do you see a drum?”
He couldn’t see much of anything. All he could do was stare helplessly at the substantial bulge in Ace’s shorts.
“Daniels,” Ace snapped, “focus! You see a drum?”
Noah shook his head. God, he had to be at least eight inches soft. “N-no … no drum,” he said breathlessly.
“So, what does that tell you?”
Noah raised his head, looked into those eyes. “Are those contacts?”
“What?”
“Contacts? In your eyes. Do you wear contacts?”
“No. Why?”
“You have beautiful eyes. Unbelievable.”
The corner of Ace’s mouth quivered a bit. It looked like he wanted to laugh.
Noah shook himself and stepped back. “Get dressed, will you please?” He turned toward the window again. His cock was straining against the zipper of his tailored pants. It was getting painful.
“Your contact is full of shit.”
“Do you have a tattoo?”
“Yes.”
“Of a drum?” Noah turned back around just as Ace was doing up his pants.
Ace undid the first three buttons of his shirt. He moved it aside, revealing his left pectoral. There was a small tattoo of a drum with two drumsticks crossing it. “Here’s your drum.”
Noah went up to him, studied the tattoo, then traced it with his finger. “It’s very nice.”
“Don’t you see? Your boy probably saw me with my shirt off.”
Noah drew his finger back. He looked up at Ace. “He was drunk. He was probably just confused. But I believe him. I believe you fucked him over the balcony on the roof of that hotel in Vegas.”
“I fucked him on the roof … over a fucking balcony?”
“Yes. And you weren’t alone. Brian Jacobs was with you.”
“He said that?”
“Yes.”
“Leave Brian out of this.” Ace pointed at him.
“Why? Are you lovers?”
“I didn’t say we were lovers. Don’t twist my words. Crucify me if you like, but leave Brian out of it. I’m asking you to do this as a favor to me.”
“I can’t do that.”
“What difference does it make to you?”
“It’s my job.”
“Yeah, you’re on a fucking witch hunt.”
Noah came closer, angry now. He looked Ace in the eye. “I’ve dealt enough in my life with you closet cases. They are the worst kind of homophobe. You set the cause back one hundred years.”
“Now I’m a homophobe as well as a closet case?”
“Well if the shoe fits, buddy. You know, when I was fourteen, I got the shit beat out of me for kissing a boy on the school grounds. Later, one of the seniors who beat me was caught in the backseat of the coach’s car, blowing his cock. No one stays in the closet if I can help it.”
To his surprise, Ace placed a hand on his shoulder.
Noah didn’t even realize that he was shaking until Ace said, “I’m sorry that happened. It shouldn’t have.”
Noah met his eyes. “I’m fine.” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to explode like that.”
“Look,” Ace said softly. He kept his hand on Noah’s shoulder. “I’m sorry you got beat up for a kiss. That’s just wrong, but spreading my sex life all over the media is not going to make that go away. And Brian … Brian is having a hard time dealing with being gay. I’ve been trying to help him. If you put his name in your magazine, it will destroy him. Do what you want to me, but leave him out of it, please.” Ace released Noah’s shoulder.
They were standing very close together and Noah could suddenly feel the sexual heat slowly building in the room.
“Stay with me then.”
Ace’s eyebrow went up. “What?”
“Stay with me tonight … I mean…” He cleared his throat. What in hell am I saying? “We can discuss it.”
“Why, Mr. Daniels.” Ace smirked. “You’re not propositioning me, are you?”
“No, I…” He shook his head. “I meant to talk, just to talk.”
“If I stay with you,” Ace smiled faintly, “we won’t be doing much talking.”
Noah flushed.
“If I fuck you tonight, will you leave Brian out of your article?”
Right now, I’d burn down the magazine. “I, ah … never … that’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s what I meant,” Ace said, meeting his eyes. “Take your clothes off, Mr. Daniels, and I’ll give you what you want, what you really called me to your hotel room for.”
“You really are one arrogant—”
“Yes,” Ace said, grabbing Noah’s loose tie on both ends and pulling him forward, “I am, but you’re one crafty son of a bitch.” He slipped the tie off and let it fall to the floor. “Now”—he pushed Noah against the wall, his mouth just about to capture his—“do we have a deal or not?”
“You’d prostitute yourself for…” But Noah couldn’t finish. His heart was pounding in his ears, and Ace was breathing into his mouth.
“I find you attractive. You want to fuck me. I think we might be able to make a deal. You want to think it over?” He was undoing Noah’s shirt.
Noah swallowed, shook his head. “No.” He grabbed Ace’s face and started to kiss him. “You got yourself a deal.”
They were horizontal
in minutes. It didn’t take Noah long to take off Ace Taylor’s clothes. He struggled with his own pants on the way to the bed and Ace pulled him down to the mattress. Noah was dizzy, on fire, a raging fever driving all rational thought from his head. Ace Taylor was one sexy, seductive, mind-blowing lover, and there wasn’t an inch of anywhere that felt neglected.
The room reverberated with their heavy breathing and eventually Noah’s shouting, which he was sure was heard three doors down.
Ace lubed his ass with his tongue, his cum, and with half a tube of something else, and then possessed him. That was the word. Ace’s big, thick, meaty, succulent cock just possessed his ass, and made that ass his slave.
When he pulled out of him and flopped on his back, hands under his head, Noah was sure he was going to be in need of artificial respiration. He sounded like an asthmatic who’d just run a marathon and, if the truth be known, Ace had done most of the work.
“Jesus,” he ended up whispering as he lay there beside Ace. “That was…” No words.
“Nice. That was nice.”
“Nice?” Noah scoffed. “Probably standard fare for you.”
Ace turned his head and glanced at him. “Enemies again?”
“No. So, what do you want exactly for me to kill the interview?”
“Will you?”
“No.”
“You won’t drag Brian into it?”
“So you are having a thing with him.” He felt the jealousy flare and he told himself to calm down. Ace Taylor was not his boyfriend, and he’d never be.
“We are not having a thing.” Ace sat up. “And don’t you insinuate that in that trashy magazine of yours.”
“Hide is not trashy.”
“It’s one step up from a tabloid.”
“It is not. That’s not fair.”
Ace looked down at him. “I want to meet that guy who claims I fucked him … on top of a building or something.”
“A balcony … over a balcony, and I can’t do that.”
“Can’t arrange a meeting, or won’t?”
“Either you fucked him or you didn’t.” Noah sat up now too.
“I didn’t fuck any guy on top of a building, and especially not over a balcony. I have vertigo.”
“What?”
“Vertigo. I get dizzy when I’m up too high. I’d never fuck a guy over a balcony.”
“You were drunk and stoned.”
“When was this alleged high altitude fuck anyway?”
“Last year.”
“Impossible.”
“What, you joined the priesthood last year?”
“Yeah, right. I look like a priest. No, idiot, but I gave up drugs and booze two years ago. I don’t drink anything stronger than diet cola. He’s full of it, your source. I want to meet him. If he’s telling the truth, he shouldn’t be scared. And don’t tell him about the sober part.”
“I can ask him but—”
“If you print that without me talking to this chump first, I’ll sic my lawyers on you.”
“Not nice.”
“You’re not nice.” He grinned. “In fact…” Ace pulled him closer and kissed his neck.
Noah shivered.
“You’re a bad boy.”
“Oh yeah?” Noah breathed, his hand moving over Ace’s thigh to that big, beefy dick of his. “How bad do you want me?”
Ace pushed him back on the bed, Noah’s neck along the edge. Ace straddled his shoulders and dipped his cock across Noah’s mouth.
Noah extended his tongue and licked around the head.
“You want it?”
“Oh yeah, I want it, in my mouth, in my ass.”
“You got it, baby.” Ace leaned down and melded his tongue with his, then massaged Noah’s jaw until it widened. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, in every position, and then maybe, just maybe I’ll spank you.”
Noah felt his cock pulse. Um. That he liked. Ace’s big strong hands on his ass, a little pain mixed with lots of pleasure.
Ace’s cock sank into his mouth, pushing deeper until he felt it hit his throat. It was too big to go in all the way but he’d do his best.
Ace started to fuck his face, supporting Noah’s head as he did. Noah watched his face contort, heard the hisses coming from between his teeth. Noah repelled his gag reflex, tasted the cum running down his throat, and then Ace pulled back, dragging Noah up to his chest where he kissed him deeply and then pulled him forward across his knee.
Strong hands came down on his ass, one, two, and three. “Like that?”
“Ah yeah.” He was ready to come.
Ace continued his light slapping and at the same time he lubed his asshole with one finger, then two. Noah almost hit the ceiling. “How do you want it baby, dirty or neat?”
“Fuck me, fuck me dirty.”
Ace went up on his knees, dragging Noah with him. He squeezed Noah’s cock in his hand and plunged his own into Noah’s well-lubed opening. As he fucked him, his hands were everywhere, on his cock, his nipples, pulling his hair back. Noah felt completely in his power.
At one point, Ace pushed him forward to the wall and pounded into him. The sounds of their fucking rocked the entire room, and their cries sounded almost savage.
After Ace pulled out, they fell asleep, Noah at the bottom of the bed, Ace at the top.
* * * *
When Noah woke up, the shower was running. He was aching all over from being in positions he’d never been in, but it was a damn good ache. He pulled himself up off the bed and saw that his cell phone was flashing. He checked his messages. He had ten. He knew at least half of them had to be from George. He closed the phone.
Instead he wandered to the bathroom and watched Ace Taylor showering through the glass door. Yum. That was better than anything.
Bravely he walked over and slid back the door. Ace winked at him and Noah stepped in behind him. “I’ll do your back.”
“That’s not all you’ll do,” he teased.
Noah chuckled and began running the bar of soap over Ace’s shoulders, his back, between his ass cheeks. Noah slipped one hand around to soap his cock.
“You’d make a good slave,” he murmured, urging him on with the cock stroking.
“Oh yeah? Want to fuck your slave?”
Ace turned around in the shower. He laid a hand on Noah’s shoulder and encouraged him to face the wall. He slapped his butt a few times. They both laughed.
Ace soaped in between his ass cheeks now, stroked his cock, nuzzled his neck and then lifted one of Noah’s legs as he drove his cock up inside of him.
“Oh God,” Noah grunted; the impact left him breathless. Ace supported his weight with one hand and drove into him deep and constant. They both cried out almost at the same time, Ace’s hand on Noah’s cock, as Ace pumped himself into Noah’s ass then moved away.
Ace finished his shower without a word and got out. “All yours,” he said. “What time is the plane?”
“Plane?”
“Your flight to New York. You can cancel that if you want. We’ll take the jet. I don’t fly commercial. Too many people know me.” He stopped in front of the mirror, rubbed his jaw. He had that great shadow, sexy.
Noah quickly rinsed and folded a towel around his waist. He followed Ace into the main room of the hotel. “I’m not taking a jet. I’m going back to New York alone.”
“We had a deal. And I more than lived up to my part, I believe. So I get to talk with the stool before you.”
“You’ll just pay him off,” Noah accused.
Ace pulled on his jeans. “No, I won’t. I need to know if he really was with me or not, and I have some suspicions.”
“About what? Why don’t you just say your side of the story?”
“After him? Why do you want to print lies, Noah?” He placed his hands on his slim hips. “Are you interested in the truth or just selling magazines?”
God, if only the sight of him didn’t give me heart palpitations.
“Both ac
tually.”
“I’m coming to New York, with or without you, Noah. And if you try to print anything about Brian, we’ll sue. And my boys are bigger than yours. I’ll take that tabloid down.”
“Don’t threaten me, Taylor.”
“It’s not a threat.” Ace raised an eyebrow as he put on his shirt. “It’s a promise.”
“Just to protect your lover.”
He smiled. “You’re jealous.”
“No. I couldn’t care less who you fuck.”
Ace laughed.
“Arrogant, conceited, full of yourself and—”
“And?” He came closer, placed a hand under his chin. “You love my cock.”
Noah glared at him and slapped his hand away.
Ace laughed again, doing up his shirt. “So, we go together or not?”
“I’ll fly home on my own.”
“Afraid I’ll accost you at thirty thousand feet?”
“Not at all. I thought you had vertigo.”
“Not in a plane.”
“Um. Anyway, I need to call George and see if he can get our informant to meet with you. And it won’t be until tomorrow.”
“That’s fine. And prepare him, you mean.”
“I won’t manipulate him.”
“No, only pay him. And he will meet with me. It’s what he wants.” Ace grabbed his jacket and winked at him. “You have a great ass, Daniels.”
“Yeah, and you are a great ass, Taylor.”
“Touché.” Ace laughed again and left the hotel room.
Chapter Three
“Let me understand this,” George repeated over the phone, “you were in a hotel room with the drummer from Savage Heat doing God knows what, and you agreed to let him talk to our informant? Are you out of your mind? What did he do, hypnotize you?”
That was one way of saying it. “He says the informant is lying. The tattoo isn’t on Ace’s thigh. It’s on his chest and he doesn’t have any others.”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s complicated. Look, Ace Taylor is on his way to New York now. I want you to phone Peters and make sure he has his facts straight about that night. I don’t want Taylor manipulating him and we both know how easy that would be.”
“Okay. I’ll get right on it. See you soon. And ah … am I going to get to meet Ace Taylor?”