The Prince of Punk Rock (26 page)

Jessi let
the warm water from the shower spray onto her face.
 
She was happy.
 
Tommy was happy.
 
Angel was happy.
 
Their much needed talk at the breakfast table
set some ground rules.
 
Angel was open to
communication and encouraged it.
 
It gave
her comfort.

After she
showered, she meandered back to the bedroom, as she towel dried her hair.
 
Tommy and Angel were already naked and in
each other’s arms on top of the unmade bed.

“What
took you so long?” Tommy asked, before returning his lips to Angel’s neck.

Jessi
didn’t answer.
 
She wanted to watch.
 
She leaned against the doorway and folded her
arms.
 
She watched Tommy kiss Angel with
an urgency that she never saw before, and the love that Angel had for Tommy was
never clearer to the naked eye than it was right now.
 
She knew they were in love.
 
It didn’t scare her as much as she thought it
would. The confidence she had in their marriage overshadowed her fears and
doubts.

Her
thoughts were pushed aside by the sound of Tommy moaning and breathing
heavily.
 
Angel was stroking Tommy and
sucking on his nipples.
 
Jessi let the
towel around her body drop to the floor and crawled into bed, on the other side
of Tommy.
 
She glided her hand up his
back and kissed his shoulder.
 
He
immediately turned onto his back, so that he could share himself equally
between her and Angel, and he kissed her.
 
Her mouth moved to his chest, and she could feel his heart gently
beating underneath her lips. She kissed her way down his torso and her tongue
crawled across his skin.
 
It accidentally
collided with Angel’s mouth.
 
They both
looked up in surprise and shared a smile.

She
wasn’t sure what Angel was thinking, but she wanted to kiss him.
 
Fear of rejection made her hesitate, but it
was unwarranted.
 
Angel grabbed her by
the back of the neck and firmly planted his mouth on hers.
 
His tongue invaded her mouth and bathed its
circumference.
 
She was spellbound by the
intensity of his kiss.
 
She couldn’t
think about anything else except Angel’s warm, authoritative tongue inside her
mouth, and she immediately felt warmth and wetness between her legs.
 
Now she understood why Tommy had that dreamy
look on his face whenever Angel kissed him.

Angel
withdrew his tongue, but she wanted more and placed a long kiss on his lips,
hoping for another visit from his magical tongue.
 
But he just smiled at her, and then moved his
mouth back down to Tommy’s belly.

Tommy
pulled her up and kissed her.
 
It was
like night and day.
 
Angel’s kiss was
forceful and commanding.
 
Tommy’s was
slow and soft.
 
She loved the tenderness
in which he slowly moved his tongue in gentle, purposeful circles around her
mouth, but she found herself still reminiscing over the kiss she just shared
with Angel.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Someone once told Angel that the
sexual energy two people shared on stage disappeared the moment they slept
together, but that wasn’t the case for him and Tommy.
 
It was their dirty little secret, and their
sexual chemistry escalated by mammoth proportions.
 
Now that Tommy was his boy toy, the
no-touching policy went out the window.
 
Angel was free to spank Tommy’s bottom and let his hands crawl up
Tommy’s leg while he knelt at Tommy’s feet.
 
The homo-erotic show they put on sent Angel’s hormones into a frenzy and
he was sure his massive erection was going to split the crotch of his pants
wide open.

Naturally, rumors that he and Tommy
were having an affair spread throughout his fandom.
 
They loved the interaction between him and
Tommy, but no one loved it more than Jessi.
 
She was the one he heard, over the crowd, cheering them on.
 
She was the one who got the audience riled
up, and tonight, he was exceptionally horny.

The one thing Angel wanted to do
most was the only thing he couldn’t do – kiss Tommy.
 
Not just kiss him, but ravage Tommy’s face
with his tongue on stage and in front of everyone.
 
He fought the urge to take hold of Tommy and
give him a big, wet sloppy kiss, but it was hard, especially tonight since the
crowd was crazier than usual.

Jessi was standing right in front
of Angel, so he absentmindedly transferred his desire onto her.
 
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and
gave her a full on passionate wet kiss.  Jessi had no inhibitions. 
She threw her arms around him and kissed him right back.  The audience
didn’t expect it.  Jessi was Tommy’s wife.  They were silent for
about three seconds, before the room rumbled with nervous laughter and
screams.  Shit.
 
He wondered how he
was supposed to explain kissing Jessi.
 
What was wrong with him?
 
Why the
hell couldn’t he keep his tongue in his mouth?
 
All this went through Angel’s head while he was still kissing her.
 
Luckily, Tommy made light of it by playfully
kicking him in the butt to break the hold he had on Jessi. Angel shrugged his
shoulders with an innocent smile and said, “Oops!”

The unruly crowd went nuts.

When they left the stage, Damien
pulled Angel aside.
 
“What the fuck were
you doing kissing Jessi?
 
And why wasn’t
Tommy pissed off?”

Angel giggled, and then giggled
some more.
 
“It was nothing.”
 
He tried to brush off the incident, but his
laughter was a dead giveaway.

“You can’t put anything over on me,
Angel.
 
I know you too long.
 
You’re fuckin’ Tommy.
 
And Jessi. You’re fuckin’ Tommy and Jessi.”

“No!
 
I’m not fuckin’ Jessi!
 
Are you insane?”

Damien smirked and nodded.
 
“But you’re fuckin’ Tommy.
 
I knew it.”

Angel put his fingers through his
hair and growled with frustration.
 
“Don’t say anything.
 
Tommy’s not
ready to come out.”

“Didn’t I warn you about keeping
your dick in your pants?
 
I can’t believe
you’re going to fuck everything up by getting mixed up with Tommy.
 
If you end up breaking his heart, he’s
gone.
 
Then what?”

“I love Tommy.
 
I would never hurt him.
 
And I think he loves me too.”

“I wanna be pissed off, but you
look really happy.
 
Both of you.
 
All three of you.”

“We are.” Angel was beaming. It
felt
so
good to tell someone.
 
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like Tommy.
 
We connect.
 
I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”

“But what about Jessi?”

“She’s OK with it.”
 
He let out a small chuckle at the vivid
memory of Jessi’s wide-eyed, curious gaze when she watched him and Tommy in bed
together. “She’s more than OK with it.
 
I
would never do anything to break up their marriage.
 
Jessi’s part of the deal, and if that’s the
only way I get to be with Tommy,” he shrugged, “I can deal with it.
 
But I have a couple of questions.
 
I don’t feel right asking Tommy, since
Jessi’s his wife.”
 
He leaned closer to
Damien and lowered his voice. “I want to know about how a man pleases a woman
in bed.”

“Why do you want to know?” Damien
elbowed him in the gut.
 
“You sure your
not hittin’ Jessi, too?”

“Of course not!
 
I’m just not used to seeing everything so . .
. up close.”

“Up close?
 
You mean you watch Tommy and Jessi?”

“I can’t help it.
 
She’s in the mix.”

“I thought you would just take
turns.
 
Share Tommy.”

“We do everything together.” He
curled his upper lip.
 
“It’s really
weird. I feel uncomfortable sometimes.
 
I
don’t like watching him go down on her.”

Damien laughed.
 
“So why do you?”

“I can’t help it.
 
Most of the time when I’m making love to
Tommy, he’s –”

“Stop.”
 
Damien put his hand up. “I don’t need that
visual.
 
I don’t want to picture my
friends fuckin’ each other.”

Angel rolled his eyes.
 
“When he goes down on her, sometimes
curiosity gets the better of me, and it distracts me from . . . what I’m
supposed to be doing.
 
Especially since
he really enjoys it.”

“Ahh, nothing like dining on a
sweet, little pussy.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“You should try it.”

“I am not eating pussy,
Damien.
 
I’m gay.”

“So then why did you ask me about
it?”

“Because, Tommy gorges himself on
that thing like a starving man getting his first decent meal in months.
 
He devours that thing and she flails around
and moans like he’s killing her.”

Damien’s eyes twinkled.
 
“Now that’s a visual I can get on board
with.”

“Stop it.
 
Doesn’t it taste bad?
 
The smell isn’t as bad as I thought it would
be, but isn’t it sour or fishy?”

Damien licked his lips.
 
“It’s the nectar of the gods.”

“Not my god.”

“It’s an acquired taste.”
 
Damien clapped him on the back.
 
“But if you’d rather swallow a guy’s load, go
right ahead.”

“Thank you. I will.”

“So you’re in bed with Jessi,
naked, and you don’t touch her at all?”

“We make out a little.
 
Sometimes.
 
But that’s it.
 
It’s awkward,
though, because I have to be careful.
 
I
don’t want to accidentally touch anything.”

“Aren’t you curious what a pair of
tits feel like?
 
Or what it’s like to
fuck a chick?”