Songs of Love : Books 1-3

by M J Calabrese

  Lisa chuckled, “Naw, I just enhance what mother nature already gave you, handsome.”

  “And she’s great for my ego.” He turned and glanced up at Scott, “We’re thinking about changing my look pretty drastically after the Vegas contract ends. Of course, Larry thinks it is a bad idea, but I’m bored. Plus, I ain’t gettin’ any younger, you know.”

  “You do look kind of tired.”

  “Damn straight, I’m tired. I’m 29 years old. In a few weeks, I’ll be thirty. I’ve been on tour ninety-eight percent of my career and the rest, I’ve been in a recording studio or rehab. I haven’t had a real vacation since I got on this insane roller coaster ride. Fuck!”

  Scott moved close and wrapped his arms around David from behind. He looked up in the makeup mirror. “Then stop. Take some time. Tell Larry you’re all burned out. I’m sure the guys would be with you on that.”

  “Larry’s idea of a vacation is sightseeing in whatever city we are playing in.” David pulled the soothing hydration mask from his face, “But you’re right. I’ll talk with the guys. A month or two off might be exactly what we need.” He lifted his face and Scott obliged him by giving him a quick kiss, then he frowned, nose wrinkling at the disgusting odor.

  “David, you really need a shower. You smell pretty rank, man.”

  David lifted a bare arm and took a sniff. His grimace told Scott he agreed. “I’ll wait until we get back to the condo and if I’m lucky…,” He looked up and licked his lower lip, his eyes hooded with meaning, “maybe I can talk you into joining me.” He grabbed Scott pulling him into his lap and kissing him again.

  Scott took David’s hand and ran it over his already hard cock. “Oh, I don’t think there is any doubt about that.”

  *****

  Much to Scott’s surprise, David fell asleep after one round of not-so-wild sex. After a little frottage, they both fell to the side, moaning and trying to catch their breath, but it didn’t take long for David’s eyes to close and he was out. Scott watched his lover’s relaxed face as he lay there in sleep. He could see the tiny lines around David’s eyes that seemed to be staying there now, not softening when his lover slept. Dark circles completed the picture of exhaustion. He’d caught the band’s schedule here in Las Vegas and it was a killer six nights a week gig. Mondays were David’s only day off. Fortunately, that was tomorrow and he planned on getting David to rest and watch some movies they both loved.

  Scott woke slowly and with a smile on his face. “What are you doing down there? I was going to make you breakfast.” He chuckled as he lifted the tented duvet.

  David’s lips slid off of Scott’s cock with a pop and grinned up at his lover. “Your cock in my mouth or your wonderful French toast? Hum, difficult choice.” David started to rise, but Scott pushed his head back down.

  “Why don’t you finish that and then I’ll let you fuck me.” David licked the rigid underside of his lover’s dick and smiled. “Oh, so you’ll let me fuck you. I don’t know. How many other men have been up your ass since we last got together?”

  “Since you told me to fuck whomever I wanted, I did. In answer to your question, four, no, five guys.”

  “All five-star ratings?”

  “No fives, but there was one four. Are you going to finish that or should I jerk off and take a shower?”

  David laughed and went back to his task in earnest. It didn’t take Scott long to get off with David’s totally amazing blowjob. There were many negative things you could say about David, but he did have a very talented throat in more ways than one.

  As Scott looked back, they were already like an old married couple. Scott knew what David liked and David knew what Scott liked. Scott didn’t even have to say a word as his lover grabbed the lube and condoms. When they had agreed to go our separate ways, both had gone back to using condoms to be on the safe side. Scott didn’t have a problem with monogamy, but Davey tended to give in easily to his addictions and submissives with tight asses were at the top of his list.

  David liked to gaze at Scott as he prepared himself and this morning Scotty put on a bit of a show. Partially to get himself back in the mood as his half-hard cock jerked with every press of a finger on his prostate. Scott knew how David liked him positioned for maximum penetration and comfort. Ass up, David spread Scott’s knees wide apart, head down with one hand braced against the headboard. Scott knew David wouldn’t hesitate to go deep right off and he wasn’t disappointed. Years of practice taught him to relax and breathe as David entered him. No prep beyond what Scotty had done. No lube other than the smoothness of the condom on his rigid cock. It hurt initially, but Scott liked the friction. Once all the way in, David held his lover still as he, too, relaxed so he could enjoy what he was about to do. David had a skill. He knew how to read his lover’s body. We’d fucked since we were seventeen years old, off and on, and had tried every conceivable position known to man and a few others we invented. Out of all our years of experimentation, this is what worked the best for us.

  My head dropped, breathing deep, relaxing my anal muscles at the same time my right hand tightened on the headboard. Tension was starting to build in my lower back, but David could read Scott’s body and slipped a hand from Scott’s hip to his back as he began to caress the soft skin there. Scott moaned but knew better than to try to hurry his lover. In the bedroom, David was in control. All other aspects of their lives were separate, but here, Scott gave in to Davey, every time. He loved his large cock. He loved his broad hands and strong fingers digging into his flesh. He loved it when David would pull him up, burying himself deep in his lover’s ass as he’d lick Scott’s shoulder before biting it hard. The scars from past bites, some silver and flat, others raised and still pink marked him as David’s possession.

  Scott would cry out with the pain. Like an animal, David would hold his lover with his teeth and on occasion, he would restrain Scott by tangling his fingers in my hair and jerking my head back, straining his neck almost to the breaking point. It hurt and made it harder to breathe and that was the point. A little kink they’d developed over the years. A demonstration of David’s dominance over his lover and Scott welcomed it.

  Suddenly, David began to move. Scott held steady, hand braced, as his lover pounded into him. There was no slow and gentle with them. Never had been. It was like their adult lives. Never slow and never gentle. Two strong personalities and Scott repeatedly chose to submit. He needed to submit.

  Scott grunted as David hit his prostate over and over again. His lover stretched out his long torso, arm extended as he wrapped his fingers around Scott’s neck and pulled him up to sit on his hard, swollen cock. David loved the feel of being completely embraced by his lover’s body. He controlled every aspect of what they did together. In those moments, David loved that he was Scott’s everything, controlling he’s pain and his pleasure even to the extent of the very air that sustained his lover. Scott leaned back against David, head resting on his shoulder, but the fingers around Scott’s neck didn’t move. Instead, they tightened and Scott began to understand the nature of the game they were playing today. David was giving him what he wanted. Scott realized that David did miss him because breath play was not his favorite thing that David would only do for the man he loved. David moved inside of his lover, again and again rising up to slam into Scott’s body, forcing him to cry out. With each stroke, his fingers tightened. First one finger, then another. To Scott, It felt as if David was playing his neck like it was the neck of his guitar and the song was the sound of Scott’s breathing as it began to rasp around those crushing fingers. Scott knew he could’ve stopped him. All he had to do was reach up and tap David on his arm, but he knew Scott wouldn’t. His lover placed his life in David’s hands when they did this. He turned over ultimate control of his body…, his life, to him and his lover knew this. David Niewitski was perfect for Scott and in these moments, Scott knew by submitting to his lover that he was perfect for David.

  Scott could feel David’s movements becomi
ng more and more erratic as he grew close to coming. Neither had touched Scott’s now rock hard cock. Scott knew how David expected him to come and his lover was so very close as well. Scott could barely breathe. He could feel the engorged blood vessels straining in his neck and face. David knew his lover was flushed so red he almost looked purple as more and more blood congested the blood vessels in his face, unable to escape. Scott couldn’t groan or speak. Scott was beginning to lose consciousness as black dots swam across his vision. He was reaching that point of endorphin nirvana when the brain craves oxygen and struggles to get it, creating a rush that was an all-encompassing euphoric pleasure just before it shuts down. The moment that death was only a step away.

  An eruption of warmth contained in a condom filled Scott’s ass as David jerked his lover’s head back to give him a kiss that took the last of his breath away. Scott’s arms began to thrash clumsily, his body and chest jerking wildly as he fell into darkness, it was the instant when he could feel everything as his body tried to save itself. His orgasm tore through him as he came harder than he had in a year. Strings of pearlescent white cum shot across the bed before David released his lover. His hand slipped from Scott’s throat as he fell to the side, chest heaving and sucking in his next, lifesaving breath. Scott gasped and choked, tears filled his eyes. David’s muscular arms came up to cradle his lover, wrapping him gently in a warm protective cocoon.

  Slowly, cooing to his lover softly, he hoped the words of love and praise would calm Scott as his breathing gradually returned to normal and Scott regained full consciousness. He felt David comb his fingers through his lover’s hair, before moving them on down to check the wildly beating pulse on the side of his neck. Scott tried to tell him that he was fine, but his voice would only rasp and growl. Pulling his lover closer, David whispered to Scott to hush. Scott let David hold him close as his lover’s breathing returned to normal. Scott swallowed. It hurt a little, but that was how he liked it.

  “Is this my birthday?” Scott coughed around the words.

  “Is it?”

  “You never do this to me, David. Even when I beg. Why this morning?”

  Scott could feel David’s smile against the back of his neck. “Marry me, Scotty. Today. Marry me.”

  Scott truly thought it was a joke so he answered, “Sure. Let me shower, get some breakfast and we’ll go do it.” He chuckled.

  He felt David grow still. “This isn’t a joke, Scotty. I want you to marry me. I want to be monogamous. I want you to come back and live with me again. I don’t feel complete without you.”

  Scott turned in David’s arms and gazed into his eyes. “Then answer me this. How do we overcome being apart? I have a job and so do you, Davey. We’ve tried for years. Why would now be any different?”

  Scott remembered that his lover looked away at something over his shoulder and sighed. “If you want, I will stop touring. After this contract with the Bellagio is over, I’ll tell the band I’m leaving to be with you.”

  Scott lay there in stunned silence. This was not the David he knew. His David was obsessed with touring. Obsessed with the next album. Obsessed with making himself a success, because deep down inside his Davey was still that insecure thirteen-year-old who didn’t have any friends, who was afraid of bullies, who loved Scott Newland more than himself. Scott remembered that’s what made him change his mind from no to yes.

  “Okay, I’ll marry you. Today. Where do you want to go to do this and how do you plan on not being recognized.” Scott stretched and yawned.

  “I’ve really given this a lot of thought, Scotty. I want to be married by an Elvis impersonator.” David’s eyes lit up with glee. He quickly sat up, rocking the bed and in his haste almost falling on his lover. “If I don’t wear any makeup and I wear my glasses instead of my contacts, dress down a bit. I swear no one will know who I am. I hit restaurants like that with Lisa and nobody pays any attention. It’s amazing. I can go back the next night with some stage makeup on and my contacts in and we can’t have a moment’s peace. You good with that?”

  Always the practical one, Scott asked. “What about the rings?”

  “I have an account at Tiffany’s in the Bellagio. Whatever you want you can have.” David actually clapped his hands.

  Scott hadn’t seen David this happy in forever. Maybe marriage was just the next step in the evolution of their relationship, at least, he hoped it was.

  “Let’s reheat and finish the French toast then I’ll look online to see where the nearest Chapel is located and we’ll go.”

  “Yes!!” David leaned down, trapping Scott’s face between his hands, kissing him with a passion so deep that for the second time that morning it took Scott’s breath away.

  *****

  Two hours later they were standing in the foyer of The Little Chapel waiting their turn. All the paperwork had been filled out. Both showed their driver’s licenses to prove their legal names and David had been right. No one, not even the lady at Tiffany’s that sold them their rings, seemed to recognize David as Dorian Gray.

  As a joke, Scott bought David a bouquet of flowers to hold while they said their hastily written vows. David had grinned and kissed Scott on the cheek as he held the wedding bouquet in frame when they took a selfie to send to David’s Mom and Dad. Captioned it with, Well, we finally did it. They walked down the aisle to Love Me Tender being sung slightly off-key by an overweight man in a black bouffant wig and sunglasses. Scott handed him the words they wanted him to say and in a bad imitation of later years Elvis, he pronounced, “Do you David Niewitski take Scott Newland to be your lawful wedded husband?”

  “Yes, I do.” The ring fit perfectly as he slipped the gold and platinum ring on Scott’s left hand.

  “And do you Scott Newland, take David Niewitski to be your lawful wedded husband?”

  It was in that instant, Scott remembered, that he realized all of this was real. If he said yes, he and David would be legally married. Married, with all the things that came with that. Everything going through his mind only took a second because it was then he came to terms with the fact that he wanted this. He’d wanted it for a long time. David would be legally his from this day forward and for some reason, the thought didn’t scare him. Looking back on it years later when they celebrated their sixth anniversary he knew had made the right choice that day. He hadn’t been afraid because if there was one constant in his life, it was the fact that he truly loved David Niewitski.

  “Yes,” Scott replied as he slid the gold band with platinum inlay onto David’s left-hand ring finger. “I do.”

  “Then by the power invested in me by the great state of Nevada. I pronounce you husband and husband.” Fake Elvis did an arthritic wiggle of his hips, a weak karate kick before he turned to the two young men with a smile. “You may kiss your new husband.”

  Since they’d paid for the entire wedding package, they danced back down the aisle to Blue Suede Shoes and a handful of rose petals were tossed over their heads. A video of the wedding was downloaded to Scott’s email before they posed together, arm in arm for wedding photos with David holding that same bouquet the whole time. Scott remembered he had pulled out the single white rose in the bunch and pressed it between the pages of a book he kept on a shelf in his library at home.

  They hopped back into Scott’s rental car and headed back to David’s leased condo. For some reason, they didn’t talk. It was as if the energy of actually getting married was waning. At a stoplight, Scott looked over at his new husband. David was looking down at his wedding ring. He twisted it, then held out his hand to admire it.

  “I’m never taking this ring off, Scott. Never.”

  Scott remembered those words and despite their ups and downs in the rest of their relationship, David never took his ring off until an ER tech cut it off.

  Chapter Eleven

  December 25, 2013

  The Vegas residency ended, but despite David’s promise to stop touring, Larry and the band talked him into ‘just one mor
e’. Scott had a commitment to direct a film in Toronto and the two of them got together only once in the past three months in New York City. That one night ended in an argument when Scott walked in on David snorting a line of cocaine. David had insisted he hadn’t used for months. He begged Scott to believe him and to go to a club to have some fun then they could come back to the hotel and make love.

  Reluctantly, Scott let David drag him out to a kink club. Throughout the evening and into the night, David’s behavior got more and more erratic. Scott and Christian, who’d met them at the club, had to pull David off some guy who’d asked which one of them was the bottom. Putting David between them, Christian and Scott stayed silent during the cab ride back to the hotel as David ranted about wanting to go and kick the other man’s ass. When they arrived at the hotel, both men escorted David to his room, throwing him onto the bed. Christian left, but he later told Scott he could hear their screaming match all the way down the hall. It hadn’t been pretty and ended with Scott leaving that night to return to Toronto early.

  David had apologized the next day, blaming his behavior on tiredness and drinking, but he never apologized for the cocaine. Three months later the tour ended. Everyone had agreed to a Christmas break before making any further decisions on more touring. Scott called David two days before Christmas to remind him they were spending it with his parents in Silverlake.

  “I don’t know why Mom and Dad won’t let me buy them a nicer place,” David whined. Scott could tell he was in the car.

  “They love that house.”

  “I know, but the neighborhood isn’t that good anymore. Lots of gangs. I worry about them getting mugged or shot in a drive-by.”

  Scott sighed. He knew it was futile to try and get the Niewitski’s to move, but he had to agree. The neighborhood was going downhill. “We’ll talk to them…, again, but don’t hold your breath.” Scott frowned as he heard the sound of waves. David had told him he would be in Pasadena all day. The ocean was nowhere near Pasadena. “Where are you?”