by Alexa Land
“I think it makes you look sexy as hell. It also makes you look like my Alexzander, so my vote would be not to cut it. I’m not going to tell you what to do though, because it’s your hair and you have to live with it.”
“Yours is the only vote that counts. The only thing I care about is whether or not you like it.”
“I love it. Normally, I’m not a fan of long hair on men, but you’re the one and only exception. It’s gorgeous on you.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he said. “I really don’t want to embarrass you.”
As he tilted his head back and rinsed the suds from his hair, I told him, “It always surprises me when I see that insecure side of you.”
“Why?”
“Well, because you used to perform in front of thousands of people, which to me suggests a huge amount of confidence.”
“Actually, many performers, myself included, are incredibly insecure. That’s why we perform. We need that constant praise and reassurance.”
“I never thought of it that way.” I lathered my hands and began massaging his chest. “It actually seems like a lot of performers are pretty full of themselves. I don’t mean you, at all. I just mean in general.”
“But in many cases, the bigger the ego, the more insecure the person behind it.”
I considered that and said, “Makes sense, actually.”
Once I’d finished washing him, Zan took over. He shampooed my hair before meticulously washing every part of me. We were already more than a little aroused, so when he started washing my cock I moaned softly. “Gianni,” he ventured, then paused.
“What is it, Alexzander?”
He broke eye contact and asked embarrassedly, “Do you think you might want to fuck me?”
“Do you want me to?”
Zan glanced at me and said, “That wasn’t the question. I’ve always been pretty versatile, try anything once and all that, so I’m fine with whatever. You described yourself at one point as almost one hundred percent a bottom, but I guess what I’m wondering about is that almost.”
I’d never really entertained the notion of fucking Zan, but when I thought about it, my cock throbbed and twitched against my belly. “I think it’d be fun to try,” I admitted.
He pulled me into a kiss, and as we became more and more worked up, I slid a soapy finger inside him, which made him moan. After I worked him open for a while, he turned and braced his arms against the wall of the shower. I soaped my cock and pushed it into him, carefully. He drew in his breath sharply, which made me start to pull back out, but he rasped, “Don’t stop. Please Gianni, I want you in me.”
I pushed forward again. His warm, tight little opening felt so incredibly good wrapped around my cock. When I was about halfway in I began thrusting, gradually picking up speed as he moaned again and began rocking back onto me. Before long, I was bottoming out in him, my hips slapping into his ass. I yelled when I came deep inside him, surprised by the force of my orgasm. I kept thrusting hard as I shot again and again, my fingers digging into his hips as I pulled him onto me.
I leaned against his back when I finished, breathing heavily, and he turned his head and kissed me. “You okay?” I asked. “Was I too rough?”
“That was perfect, love. Thank you.” When I eased myself from him, he turned around and pulled me into an embrace. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked. “I’d hate to think you did it just to humor me.”
“It was great. Whenever I topped in the past, it was just to please whoever I was with, but this time felt different. I think that’s because you make me feel like a partner, not just a possession.” I grinned a little and added embarrassedly, “I will say though that I absolutely love belonging to you.”
“I love belonging to you, too.” That made me smile.
“Do you want your turn?” I asked, massaging his cock.
“Absolutely, but let’s rest up first.”
After we toweled off, I combed his hair for him. It always took a while, but I liked doing it. As I worked on it, I asked, “What made you want to do that today?”
He thought about it for a while before saying, “It’s hard to explain, really. But I suppose, just like we were saying, I needed to feel like I belong to you today. I guess I wanted the reassurance of it.”
After we finished up in the bathroom, we returned to the big four-poster bed. It was early afternoon, the light changing as shadows lengthened around the room. Zan murmured as we snuggled and enjoyed the view, “This house is actually quite nice, isn’t it?”
“It really is.”
“We’ve been so concerned about how I’d do returning here, but I never asked how you feel about it. Do you think you could be happy living here?”
“I do love this house,” I said. “But really, I’m happy wherever you are.”
“Likewise, love. I’m realizing exactly that. It feels okay to be here because you’re with me. That’s why your gran’s house and that cabin felt okay, too. It’s because of you. You’re home to me, Gianni.”
“That’s so incredibly sweet.”
He grinned at me. “It’s hopelessly sappy, but that’s me I suppose. I made a good living of it for years you know, writing all those cheesy love songs.”
“They weren’t even sort of cheesy, they were incredibly beautiful.”
Zan kissed my shoulder and said, “Thank you for that. I have to say though, I was such a fraud. I never knew what being in love really meant until you came along, all I could do was imagine. I wrote those songs for an ideal lover that I hoped to meet someday. Turns out, I was writing them all for you.”
That made me smile. “I wish I’d seen you in concert. I saw some footage of you performing in that documentary, but I bet seeing you live was something to behold.”
Zan grinned at that. “Maybe someday you’ll have the chance.”
“You still thinking about going back to it?”
“Yeah, I think about it every day. I want to at least give it a try, on my terms, like we talked about. I used to love it so much. It’d be amazing to find the joy in it again.” He rolled onto his side and pulled me close. “It’s probably not the time to be talking about those grandiose plans, however. I have other things to cope with today.”
“You seem like you’re doing better with all of that.”
“I figured out that I just need to take this day hour by hour instead of worrying about every last thing.” He smiled at me and said, “This hour has been superb.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” I kissed him, and as was often the case, a few light kisses evolved into passionate ones, revving both of us up again. I stroked Zan’s hard cock as I said softly, “Would you do something for me?”
“Of course, love. Anything.”
“Will you please tie me up before you fuck me? I know we’ve never gone there, but...I guess I just really need that today, as long as you’re comfortable with it.”
“Does this have something to do with what we did in the shower?”
I thought about it and said, “Maybe. I loved fucking you, and I hope we do it again. What I need now, though, is to know you’re in charge. Are you okay with that?”
His hard cock jumped in my hand and he told me, “That sounds incredibly erotic, actually.”
I grinned and said, “I’ll find us something to use,” before rolling out of bed. I made a detour to the bathroom and grabbed the lube out of my toiletry bag, then hurried to the walk-in closet to find something to stand in for rope. Apparently the closet was primarily used for storage, and I looked around at the cardboard boxes for a few moments, chewing my lip.
But then Zan called, “Come back, love. I’ve got it sorted.”
When I returned to the bed, I saw what he’d worked out and it made my cock throb. He’d thrown the blankets onto a nearby chair and stacked a couple pillows in the center of the bed, then removed the pillowcase from another one. He was sitting back on his heels, tearing the case into long strips.
I handed him the lub
e, then quickly climbed onto the mattress and laid face down with the pillows under my hips. Zan was careful as he bound my wrists and ankles, then tied the bindings to each of the four posts at the corners of the bed. He didn’t mess around though, tying me firmly in place, and I murmured, “Mmmm,” as I rubbed my hard cock against the pillows.
Once I was secured, Zan knelt between my legs. Instead of fucking me right away, he spread my ass cheeks and ran his tongue slowly up my crack. “Oh fuck yes,” I mumbled. He repeated the long licks a couple more times before concentrating them on my hole, lapping at me and pushing the tip of his tongue inside me. I squirmed under him, whimpering a bit, desperate for more.
Zan popped open the lube, and I felt a cool drizzle of liquid running between my cheeks. He slid a finger up and down my crack before pushing it all the way into me. I bucked as he took his time fingering me and driving me wild, until finally he mounted me with one long, hard push. I sighed with pleasure.
He’d obviously gotten himself worked up with all he’d been doing to me, because he started fucking me wildly, slamming his cock into me with long, deep strokes. “Fuck yes,” I ground out, using my knees for leverage as I tried to push my butt up and drive myself onto him.
The sound of his body slapping my ass and our moans and yells filled the quiet room. Zan wrapped his big hands around my waist, pulling me onto him as he pounded me. All rational thought fell away as I writhed beneath him.
I drove my hips into the pillows as I came, and Zan kept fucking me hard for another minute until he shot in me, yelling so loudly that it could probably be heard a mile away. He rode me until he was spent, then rested for just a moment, panting and shaking, his head between my shoulder blades. “Bloody hell,” he managed as he caught his breath, “that was incredible.” All I could do was nod as I tried to catch my breath, too.
“We’re keeping this bed,” he said as he sat up and went to work untying me. “I never liked what the designer came up with for this place. What was he going for exactly, modern lumberjack chic? But now I think he’s bloody brilliant because he put this four-poster bed in here.”
As soon as I was untied, I tossed aside the soggy pillows I’d been laying on and rolled onto my back. Zan grabbed a couple other pillows that he’d thrown on the floor and pulled the blanket back onto the bed. He made sure I was tucked in and cradled me in his arms, then kissed both my wrists. They were a little red from when I’d pulled on my bindings, but no worse for wear. I grinned as I curled up against him and murmured, “I’m so glad you enjoyed that.”
“Oh, I did,” he told me. “You looked incredibly sexy all spread out for me like that. The really astonishing part was how much trust it showed. Seeing you make yourself utterly vulnerable like that was equal parts incredibly touching and deeply erotic.” I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder, feeling utterly content.
Chapter Eighteen
“My God, you look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I adjusted the cuffs on my pearl grey suit as I said, “I might be overdressing. I have no idea what Nana has in store for us tonight.”
He came up behind me and slid his hands around my waist, then looked over my shoulder at our reflection in the full-length mirror. “This leaves me in a bit of a clothing conundrum. If I own a suit at all, it’s probably from 1988. I bet I wore it with a brightly colored t-shirt and loafers with no socks. I’ll also bet my hair was exactly like it is now, except maybe I puffed it up a bit.”
I chuckled at that. “Fortunately, you didn’t rock the eighties big hair thing. I know because I’ve seen pictures. Long, yes. Big, no. I bet you were cute in your Miami Vice suit, though. I didn’t see any pictures of that.”
“For that I’m exceedingly grateful. I’m sure I was an utter train wreck, as was most eighties fashion. My overall point here, aside from inadvertently reminding you of our prodigious age gap, is that I have absolutely no idea what to wear tonight. Somehow I don’t think my usual Levis and worn out top are going to cut it.”
“I can change into something more casual,” I said. “I’m probably overdoing it anyway.”
“Don’t you dare, you look stunning. I’m going to go rummage around in the archive, hopefully there’s something in there that will pass muster.”
“The archive?”
“I have a habit of hanging on to most of my clothes, especially things I’ve performed in.”
“But your closet’s empty.”
“It wouldn’t all fit in the walk-in. Speaking of which, if you want it for your things, we can drag those boxes out of there.”
“So, where do you keep your clothes?”
“I converted one of the bedrooms into a closet.”
“Ah.”
He wore only a towel around his hips, since we both had to clean up again following our afternoon’s entertainment, and I admired the view as he left the room. I then combed my hair and returned a couple texts. Yosh wanted to know if he was a loser for not bringing a date to the party, and Jessie messaged me on Nana’s behalf asking what kind of cocktails I’d prefer. After shooting messages back and forth with both of them for a while, I went in search of Zan. What I found made me stop in my tracks and catch my breath.
He was standing before a mirror brushing off the lapels of a long, black jacket. It hung almost to his knees and was tailored to perfection, hugging and emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He’d paired it with a dress shirt, tailored pants and boots, all black, and had put on a couple pieces of jewelry. A long Y-shaped necklace of silver beads interspersed with a few black ones reached almost to his belt and an artful silver ring glinted on his index finger.
When he noticed me in the doorway, he turned to face me and asked, “Is it too much? Do I look like I’m on my way to accept a Grammy? I think that may have been the original purpose of this outfit. And is the jewelry over the top? Does it just scream aging pop star? I thought the all black needed something, and I almost reached for a scarf, but then I thought that would look like I was trying far too hard so I settled on the jewelry. Also, my God, if anything screams ‘aging pop star’ it’s a bleedin’ scarf. But maybe this isn’t much better. What do you think?”
He was nervous and actually looking to me for approval. Me! That god of a man wanted to know what I thought. “Alexzander,” I said quietly as I came up to him, “you’re so incredibly gorgeous that I don’t even know what to do with myself. You’re just absolutely stunning. You’re already the most beautiful man I’ve ever known, and this on top of it just leaves me breathless.”
He smiled shyly. “You really think it’s okay?”
I took his face between my hands and kissed him, then said, “I wish we could blow off this party so you could spend all night fucking me. Since we really can’t do that, be forewarned. I’m absolutely going to ravish you when we get back home this evening.”
Zan chuckled at that. “I really need to start dressing better,” he said as he picked up my hand. “Come on now, birthday boy. We can’t keep your adoring public waiting.”
“Alright. I’m going to want a tour of the archive sometime soon, by the way. It looks fascinating.” The large bedroom was jammed floor to ceiling with all sorts of interesting garments in rich textiles.
“Certainly. I’ll even let you dress me up, on the off chance something else strikes your fancy as much as this ensemble.” He gave me a teasing smile.
*****
It took less than forty minutes to reach our destination. The stylish boutique hotel on the hillside above Sausalito Village looked like it had been transplanted from the Mediterranean. We parked in its underground garage, then followed a path that wound around the rear of the building. The party was happening out back on the wide lawn, and at least sixty people were already mingling and sipping cocktails. Around the perimeter, half a dozen security guards in dark suits failed to blend. A white grand piano was situated under a covered gazebo, and a young red-haired man was playing jazz, the music drifting all around the cele
bration. Strings of white paper lanterns overhead punctuated the inky black sky, hung from four tall flagpoles in each corner of the lawn. In the distance, the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco’s skyline sparkled, vibrant and golden.
Nana bustled up to us, wearing a bronze beaded dress that almost out-sparkled the city, and pulled me down to her height. She kissed both my cheeks and exclaimed, “Happy birthday, Johnnie!” She kissed Zan’s cheeks, too. Fortunately, she left it at that.
“This is absolutely beautiful, Nana,” I said. “Thank you so much.”
She beamed at me, patting her upswept white hair into place. “You’re very welcome, love bug. Now go mingle, everyone’s dying to see you. I’m going to check that they ordered enough champagne.”
“Don’t wear yourself out,” I told her. “Make sure you have some fun, too.”
“This is fun, Johnnie. You know I love nothing more than throwing a party!”
She took off in a flurry of beads and taffeta and we headed over to a group of people at the bar. “Long time no see,” Chance said as he hugged me. We’d dropped him off at his apartment earlier that day, right before meeting Dante and exchanging the rental SUV for my car.
“Thanks for coming,” I told him. “And thank you again for all your help over the last few weeks. I really don’t know what we would have done without you.”
“I loved every minute of it. It’s going to be tough to transition back to life in the big city after all that fresh air and open space.”
“I’m glad you guys are back,” Jessie said, taking a turn with the hugs. He was there with Eddie, and it appeared the two of them were on a date.
Eddie shook our hands and thanked us yet again for the interview. Our video had gone viral in minutes, and he said it had boosted all his other videos as well. “I’m never going to forget what you guys did for me,” he said sincerely. “And I’m glad I got to see you again to thank you in person.” Jessie told us he wanted to check on Nana, so the two of them excused themselves and took off into the hotel.