Songs of Love : Books 1-3

by M J Calabrese

  “Scotty, I have something to tell you.”

  Scott remembered he looked at his hands. “I already know.”

  “That I’m gay?”

  “Yep.”

  “Okay.” David laid back, looking up at the stars. Only the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks below pierced the night. Then a warm hand reached down and rested over David’s. A few moments later, the fingers of that hand intertwined with his best friend’s.

  “Don’t take this wrong, Davey. Okay?” Scott couldn’t see David nod, but he could feel it. “I don’t know if I’m gay or not. I mean, I find myself looking at guys. Sometimes I dream about them, but I dream about girls, too. I just don’t know, okay? Maybe I’m bisexual.” He squeezed David’s hand. “Are you okay with that?”

  “Sure. You’re my best friend, Scotty and I love you. Whatever you are…, or aren’t. It’s okay.” With that David suddenly realized that all the stars had disappeared overhead as Scott leaned down and kissed him.

  Chapter Four

  August 31, 2019

  Scott was surprised by the hand that touched his arm as he stood by the elevator. He’d been concentrating on the text from Trevor that Davey’s parents were waiting for him in the lobby and wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings.

  “Mr. Newland?”

  Scott looked up. It took his exhausted mind a moment to remember the name of the man touching him.

  “Yes?”

  Detective Rojas, the officer investigating David’s case, had the good grace not to smile. “Do you have a minute? I need to talk to you and ask you a few more questions.”

  “Sure, just let me text Trevor, my assistant. He’s waiting with David’s parents downstairs.”

  The Detective nodded, then waited until Scott sent his text.

  “So how can I help you? Did you find the people responsible for this?”

  “Can we go somewhere private?” Rojas looked down the darkened, empty corridor, making certain they were alone.

  Scott nodded and led him to a break room he’d used several times when the doctor wanted to speak to him. As usual, it was unoccupied. The smell of over-brewed coffee and antiseptic filled the brightly lit, windowless room. The two men sat down at the small table in the center of the room. Their cheap metal chairs scraped loudly on the hospital green linoleum. Scott realized his mind was a bit fuzzy and wished he had a cup of coffee, but he’d lost count of the number he’d had that day and his stomach was protesting his continued abuse.

  “So how can I help you?”

  Detective Rojas scratched at a sticky droplet on the table, lips pursed, he seemed to be considering his next words carefully.

  “We’re about to make an arrest. We went through all the footage from that afternoon and one of our video techs found something interesting, that is corroborated by witness statements. The video in question was on your cell phone.”

  “What?”

  “Were you filming David about thirty minutes before he started the soundcheck?”

  Scott nodded, frowning as he tried to remember all the details of a month ago. “I was going to put it on YouTube. Kind of a behind the scenes bit for Davey’s fans. I sort of interviewed him about what was going on.”

  “Exactly. You were standing just off stage. David was close to you. People were milling around, dancing, moving things. His bandmates can be heard in the background practicing and tuning their instruments.”

  “Yeah, that’s right.”

  “But earlier, you caught a small segment you didn’t delete. David is seen in the background obviously arguing with someone. He seemed very upset, so I had our people to enhance the audio. They blocked out the known noises and what they heard was significant. Apparently, David was telling Larry Wong that he wasn’t going to tour anymore. That this was the last gig.”

  “David told me that the night before. He was going to quit touring, just do small club dates from time to time and otherwise, he’d record in-studio only. The guys were for it. All of them are immensely wealthy. No one needed money.”

  “Except for Larry Wong.”

  Scott sat there, staring at the officer in front of him. “Are you saying, Larry Wong…?”

  “You inadvertently caught him on video turning the blast barriers inward instead of out on the pyrotechnics. It was quite obviously deliberate. He was overheard by others arguing with David again about money. We have a video from one of David’s other bandmates that captured a clearer version of Wong and Niewitski’s argument. We subpoenaed his contract and it was for only one concert, but with a possible option to be the stage manager in the event there were any other concerts. Larry Wong was deeply in debt to a number of loan sharks. We contacted the last band he worked with and they let him go for stealing.”

  “He’s stolen from Davey in the past, in fact, that was the reason he was fired by David a couple of years ago.”

  “Do you know why your husband rehired him with that kind of history?”

  “He said, since the man who had managed the last three tours had family obligations and Larry had recently contacted him, he thought he’d use Larry one more time before he essentially retired.”

  “So it didn’t have anything to do with Wong supplying your husband with illegal drugs?”

  Scott took a deep breath. His fists clenched with anger. “David was clean. He has been for a long time. They did a drug screen on him when he was admitted here. If you want a copy of it, I’ll get it for you. You won’t have to go through all the legal wranglings to get it.” Scott pounded his palm on the tabletop as the pain of having to defend David grew. “I don’t care what that shit said, David was clean. He knew I’d leave him if he ever used again.”

  Rojas looked uncomfortable as he met Scott’s eyes, “We found a baggie of cocaine in your husband’s dressing room.”

  Scott’s eyes narrowed, “Where?”

  “There was a small case on top of the makeup table.”

  “The green one?”

  Scott smirked, “Guess Larry didn’t know that wasn’t David’s case.”

  “I don’t understand.” Rojas frowned as he shifted in his seat, waiting.

  “That case was mine. When I had to head for the hospital, I’d left my keys in David’s dressing room. I went back for them. The green case was an old camera case. I had one handheld camcorder for the long shots. Phones are lousy for that. I gave you the camcorder, remember? I put the case on David’s table, when I was digging around for my keys…, after the explosion. There was nothing in it, Detective when I left that room. If Larry Wong told you about the drugs, it’s because he planted them in that case. He didn’t know it was mine.”

  Rojas nodded and made a mental note to have the camcorder checked for cocaine residue. If it was clean, then Wong was lying.

  “Mr. Wong told us David wasn’t intending to retire that they had mapped out two more tours and that he would be in charge.”

  Scott shook his head. “No. Davey told me the night before the soundcheck what he was going to do. He wasn’t the type to be talked into completely changing his plans. Larry is lying.”

  Detective Rojas smiled. “Would you testify to that in court?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then I have a suspect to arrest. If he tries to contact you, refuse his call. Let your assistant know and make sure Mr. and Mrs. Niewitski know as well. He might try to see them and if he does, have them call the police.” There was a pause as the Detective leaned back in his chair. “I heard about what you’re going to be doing tomorrow. I am sorry things ended up this way. Call me when it’s over and I will upgrade the charge to premeditated murder.” He stood and offered his hand, “I cannot begin to understand what you are going through, all I can do is offer my sympathies and to assure you I am going to hang this bastard out to dry.”

  Scott took the proffered hand and nodded as he fought back the tears. “I’m going to stop in and let David know you caught who did this. I doubt he can hear me, but you never
know.” With that, he turned and headed back to ICU to tell David the news.

  Chapter Five

  March 2002

  “Okay, I’ll see you guys later, Davey is picking me up.”

  “Scott.” His father stopped him before he could go out the door. “I don’t want you seeing that boy anymore.”

  “What? Why? He’s my friend.”

  “I don’t like how he dresses and that makeup he wears. He’s a bad influence on you.” His father swiped at the pale lipstick on Scott’s lips.

  A horn honked outside. “Fuck you! He’s my friend. Has been for a long time and all of a sudden you want to play concerned parents? Forget it, Dad. Later.” Scott made sure he slammed the front door extra hard as he stormed out to the car. Jerking the car door open, he turned and flopped into the passenger seat with a huff and crossed arms.

  “What’s wrong? Argue with your old man again?”

  Scott laughed. “Yeah, now he thinks you’re a bad influence.”

  David snickered, “Me? Hell, he doesn’t really know you, does he?” They turned at the end of the street and headed for the freeway. “Well, if I’m a bad influence, then let’s go all the way. Check the glove compartment.”

  “What’s this?” Scott pulled out two ID cards with their names, but the birthdates made them 21. His face lit up with delight. “You’re kidding, man!! Okay. Where are we going?”

  “How about we fulfill a fantasy? Let’s hit a gay club. I heard of one that’s got great music, but some really cute Daddies.”

  Scott shook his head. “The last thing I need is a Daddy.” He sighed and looked out the window at the passing scenery. “Besides, if we get caught and they call our parents, my father….”

  “So you still haven’t told him, huh?”

  “He already wants me to stop seeing you. I can only imagine if he finds out I’m bi.”

  “Okay, we’ll head someplace else.” David did little to hide the disappointment in his voice.

  Scott looked at the two fake IDs in his hand, then with a determined frown, he held them up. “I am not going to miss this opportunity. Fuck him!”

  The rather large bouncer looked from the IDs he held in his hand to the two young men standing in front of him. The one was tall with the beginnings of a beard, muscular arms and flat abs that made his mouth water, but his intensely blue eyes enhanced by just a hint of eyeliner and shadow made him the pretty one despite his size. The other was a few inches shorter, but he had the body of a twink and tonight there would be a lot of men trolling for something like this. He smiled to himself remembering the first time he’d gotten into a club on a fake ID.

  “21, huh! Listen. I know you, boys, just want to dance and have a good time so I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you guys in, if you promise you won’t buy alcohol, okay? If I see you drinking anything, but a soft drink, I’ll kick your asses out. Deal?”

  David looked at Scott who nodded his reply. With that, the two best friends walked through the doors of their first West Hollywood gay bar. The loud music with its thumpa-thumpa bass set both their hearts pounding. They had found Nirvana. There were men everywhere. All shapes and sizes. Hard bodies rubbing up against each other in the filtered light of the club. The smell of sweat, cologne, and cum filled the air. The two young men looked at each other with smiles that threatened to break their jaws. Seconds later they were on the dance floor and within a few minutes, they were surrounded by older men bumping and grinding against them. They danced for hours, changing partners frequently, testing the waters to find their ‘type’.

  Tee shirt tied around his waist, hair plastered with sweat, Scott pulled away from the guy he’d been talking to and dancing with for about thirty minutes. He scanned the room for David, but couldn’t see him. He leaned toward the guy next to him, who quickly kissed him and tried to pull him close, but Scott again moved away. “Do you see, Davey? The guy I came in with?”

  The man nodded, “Saw him head for the back room a while ago. He’s probably sucking cock or getting fucked.”

  “What? I gotta go.”

  Scott wove his way through the crowd searching for David. He pushed his way into the back room followed by a few very pissed off remarks about waiting his turn. At first, he didn’t see David, but with his friend being 6’3’ and muscular already at 17, he wasn’t difficult to find. He was standing against the back wall, head back, eyes closed as the older man he’d been dancing with was on his knees in front of him sucking David’s cock.

  Scott watched as David grabbed the man’s dark hair tightly in his fingers. David leaned forward as he started fucking the guy’s mouth in earnest. The man gagged a couple of times on his friend’s impressive dick, but he never gave up. Scott watched as David’s face took on a hardness that showed the other man who was in control. Scott couldn’t tear his eyes away as he felt himself get firm. He knew what it felt like when David took charge. He never let you say no. That feeling that all your choice had been taken away from you was addictive. That lack of freedom, that loss of control, the subservience. Scott knew firsthand what it felt like to have David’s uncut dick in his mouth. How he filled your mouth as you worked to stretch your lips around its bulk. The ridges of the fully engorged veins feeding his cock. The feel of them as they slipped over your tongue like velvet over steel. Scott knew what it felt like to choke on David’s cock as you tried to swallow all of his best friend’s tangy cum.

  David came with only a gasp and a smile that showed that bliss in completion. Scott watched as David pulled his softening cock from the other man’s mouth, strings of cum and saliva dripping from it, before tucking it back in his jeans. Scott froze as he realized Davey was looking at him now, not the man at his feet. David didn’t smile, he just cocked his head and motioned for Scott to come over.

  David’s strong arm wrapped about Scott’s shoulders. He could smell the scent of pot on his friend’s clothes as he gave only a parting thought as to who might be driving if they were both fucked up.

  “Scotty, this is….” David hesitated looking down at the guy. David reached down and ran his fingers through the still kneeling supplicant’s hair.

  “Terrance.” The other man supplied as he reached for Scott’s waistband, pulling him close as he buried his nose against the younger man’s hardening cock.

  “Ter likes to suck younger men’s dicks. Can’t really find any younger than ours here tonight, can he, Scotty? He also likes to be told what to do. Don’t you, Ter?” Scott watched as David’s fingers pulled the other man’s hair sharply, forcing him to look up, away from his friend’s hard cock. “I want to watch Ter suck you off. You okay with that Scotty?”

  David’s words caressed his ears as a command he couldn’t refuse. All he could do was nod and look into the brilliant blue eyes that held his, mesmerized. Scott realized at that moment that he wanted David to watch. He wanted everyone to see what he could do.

  “Good. I want you to pull out your dick and stick it in his mouth, okay, Scotty. I’ll hold Ter’s head still while you fuck his mouth. You don’t have to hold back. Fuck him hard and deep, he likes it that way.” David looked at the man kneeling on the slick, piss and cum covered floor. “And, Ter, I want you to have both of your hands on your dick. I want to see you come when I tell you to, not before. Understand?”

  Terrance smiled as he unzipped Scott’s jeans. He looked up at Scott with unnaturally bright eyes. Scott knew the man was flying high on something other than just his dick and he didn’t care. All he wanted was his cock inside of Terrance’s open mouth. As Terrance waited for Scott to place the head of his cock in the older man’s willing mouth, he stroked his own thick, drooling cock. Scott leaned forward into the moist warmth. He immediately had to fight the urge to come when the man’s tongue began to trace the veins down his engorged member as he slid deeper into Heaven. His breaths quickened. He told Terrence to suck hard and the man more than complied.

  He remembered he moaned and cursed, leaning in more until the hea
d of his dick hit the back of the man’s throat. It felt both strange and wonderful to be doing this in such a public place. It was some years later he figured out that he had a love of exhibitionism and unfortunately, it had led to a couple of close calls with David and others. He ventured a glance and saw several men stroking themselves as they watched and he realized it was not the guy on the floor they were watching, it was him. Scott stared down at the lips wrapped so deliciously around him. He started to pull back and then he thrust in again, still feeling a bit timid at times. It wasn’t the first blowjob he’d ever had, but this one was literally being directed by the guy who gave him his first blowjob and more.

  Scott realized he should’ve felt embarrassed or uncomfortable in a room full of men, now scrutinizing the show, more were starting to stroke themselves in the same rhythm that he was fucking the kneeling man’s mouth, but they made him want more. He wanted to fuck this man right here with David and everyone else watching. Over the noise from the club, he could barely hear the sound of flesh on flesh as the man furiously jerked himself off. Scott looked up and saw that David stared at him with an undefinable hunger.

  At that moment, he wanted David to pull him away from this guy, take him to an open stall, pull his jeans to his knees and fuck him hard and fast. He’d seen this in the porn movies they had watched together, but never in real life. He could feel his control breaking as his orgasm began to take over.

  “Please, Davey, please let me come. Please.”

  “You ready, Scotty?” He looked at Davey’s face. Pleading without words because the strain to keep from coming was getting to be too much. “Yeah, I think you’re ready.” David licked his ear, tracing the shell shape with his tongue. “Come for me, Scotty. Shove it all the way down his throat and come for me.”