- Black Gold 2 - Double Black (15 page)

Jett gazed up with a darkly playful look on his face, like he’d been waiting all his life for this to happen.
As Goldie pulled his cock away, Jett opened his mouth and turned his head, chasing it with his tongue and making a soft, throaty sound like he was starving for it. The fingers of one hand stayed in his ass, preventing him from grabbing for Goldie without losing his balance. Reckless, he leaned forward anyway, as nasty and greedy as Goldie had accused him of being.
How could he do anything but oblige? Goldie grabbed Jett’s hair, wrapping his fingers in the silky strands as he lodged himself deep in Jett’s throat and pumped his cock in and out of that eager mouth.
The wind picked up again, cool enough that it made his skin prickle. The sounds of the city were far away. Tree branches rustled on the hillside.

And in front of Goldie, Jett Black gagged noisily on his cock, naked and uninhibited.

“God, you are so amazingly sexy. You have no idea. I’m going to fuck you right here on this table in plain view. Everyone will know what a little slut you are for me.”
After a few more moments of sucking, Jett rose to his knees and wrapped Goldie in his arms.

Jett’s lips brushed Goldie’s ear. “Only for you. I’d take apart any other man for talking to me like this, touching me like that, but you own me.”
Teeth tugged his earlobe as Jett guided Goldie’s hands to stroke his body. Jett trembled at the touches, a low-level vibration that rippled through his taut muscles. Jett pulled Goldie’s hands over his prominent, bony hips as he sought Goldie’s mouth.

As often as Jett kissed Goldie, he’d never kissed him with such a potent blend of yearning and wicked glee. It was how Goldie imagined teenagers would kiss if they sneaked out to be together, free of shame or obligation, exploratory and giddy and sweet.

“Please.” Jett’s open-ended expression of desire seemed to express willingness. “Please, Goldie.”

Goldie grabbed Jett by the shoulders and spun him around. His cock was dripping from being sucked, and Jett had been fingering himself for so long that Goldie simply lined up and took him with one smooth stroke. Goldie groaned at how hot and tight it was. It was far from the first time he’d fucked Jett, but before it had seemed like Jett humoring him, allowing it. Today Jett was gagging for it.

And for once, Jett had called him Goldie.
There were times when Billy felt like he really was two people. As if Goldie was this celebrity persona who could be outrageous, sexual, tough—all the things that Billy wished he was. His Tyler Durden. It was as if Jett saying
Goldie
had invoked that side of him.
Goldie wrapped his fingers around Jett’s hips and pulled him harder and harder onto his cock, cramming inside and taking him deeper than was probably comfortable. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Jett had piercings, tattoos… Jett lived for the rush. He wasn’t afraid of a little pain.

Even with the effort of bearing Goldie’s punishing thrusts, Jett’s grunts sounded exultant. His spine arched and his hips swiveled, begging for more. This wasn’t the quiet, permissive Jett who drew Billy close at emotional moments and comforted him with his body until Billy spent inside him. This Jett was wild, sensual, performing an obscene dance on Goldie’s cock.

On his knees, Jett wrapped both arms around Goldie’s neck like he’d done the night before, pressing close and grinding his ass as if the brutal treatment only encouraged him. He bared his throat and focused lust-glazed eyes on Goldie’s face. “Oh, hurt me more, baby. I want it. Don’t hide from me ever again, my Goldie.”

Grabbing Jett by his hair, Goldie kissed him deeply. He felt as tangled in Jett as he was in his alter ego. It was more than Goldie or Billy alone could ever have imagined. He surged with energy and felt every inch a god.

He grabbed Jett’s cock and let him fuck that hand while he pummeled inside him. He wanted to break Jett in half so he could put him back together. Wanted to seal him up with his cum and blood so that they were fused together forever.

Jett’s hips snapped between Goldie’s cock and his hand, Jett’s ass clenching tight around Goldie’s shaft. With a shudder, Goldie bit Jett’s lip and started to release. Jett gasped and growled as he took everything Goldie gave him, wincing with the effort of Goldie’s final, savage strokes.

As Goldie’s cream began to drip from his hole, Jett tensed and seemed to explode. His arms flew out and his legs buckled until only Goldie’s arms around him and cock inside him held him up.

Jett reached back, scrabbling at Goldie’s ass to pull him closer as he ground onto the slowly waning erection. The friction forced out his own orgasm. It burst from him in halting pulses and guttural sounds of ecstasy.

Goldie clutched Jett as his climax wound down. His spunk coated Goldie’s fingers, and he sagged in his arms. Holding him like this reminded Goldie how delicate Jett was, wiry, without an ounce of extra bulk. Goldie wasn’t massive, but he felt buff having his way with Jett and holding up his spent body.

“This is totally why you, Jett. How many people are still this turned on by their partners?” Goldie bit Jett’s shoulder. “There’s always something new with you.”

Jett flushed and closed his eyes. He looked peaceful. His soft sigh at being bitten sounded blissed out, like he wasn’t aware teeth were supposed to hurt. “I just followed your lead, stud muffin.”

“You called me Goldie, you know.” He bit the side of Jett’s neck. “Do you see me differently now?”

“Did I?” Jett opened his eyes to look at Goldie and smiled. “I fell in love with Billy, but that doesn’t mean Goldie ever stopped being a fantasy. I love all of you. I want every bit of you to love me back, every bit of you when we go to bed.”

Jett laughed and put one of Goldie’s hands over his heart and one on his ass. “Or to balcony I guess. I’m yours. All of me, body and soul. I want all of you in return. I want to give you everything you ever wanted, baby. It’s what I always wanted.”

Goldie felt silly for having held back. Maybe Jett had sensed he wasn’t being fully himself, and that put distance between them. Goldie still wasn’t sure he’d shared everything. Parts of him were buried so deeply he wasn’t sure they were still there. “Yeah? Everything?”

“Yeah.” Jett pressed closer. “You think there’s anything you could ask for that I wouldn’t give you? Anything too wild for me to want it?”
Jett’s smile turned lopsided as he dropped both hands to grip Goldie’s ass. “What, you think I changed my whole life and publicly outed myself just so I could put my cock in there? It’s certainly the Promised Land, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t need to do all that to get a piece of this.”
Jett shifted closer still until his lips were against Goldie’s ear. He seemed full of secrets today, things he wanted to say only to Goldie. His voice came out a rich, warm purr. “Whatever the world used to think I was, I’m in love with a man now—a powerful, important man—and I’m never confused on that point.”
Goldie sighed in bliss. Part of him didn’t want to do or say anything to jeopardize it, but his dishonesty by omission had been a problem all along.

It was time to put it all on the table.

 

“Did you mean what you said about how you regretted missing Cole’s childhood? If he was yours?”

As if suddenly aware he was naked, Jett climbed off the table and reached for his jeans. Goldie knew him well enough to notice the tiny twitch of lips and the light in those dark eyes that meant Jett wasn’t as angry as his abrupt motions made him seem.

“Yeah, I did. And he’s mine. I know he’s mine. This is a formality now. For the lawyers, the press, whatever.”

Jett looked up at Goldie as he tucked away his cock and zipped his jeans. “I think I’d have been a terrible dad. I think I’d have shown up twice a year and sent inappropriate gifts at holidays. BB guns and deep-sea fishing poles and Dead Kennedys on vinyl. But I wish I’d had that chance to be a shitty dad, to try having a family. How stupid is that?”

Brow furrowed, Jett continued. “But you’re my family, right? No matter what? You haven’t changed your mind that we should record together and tour together and…”

Goldie smoothed his skirt and then rushed to wrap Jett in his arms, relieved the blood issue seemed to be resolved. They
were
family. “Not even a little. I actually had something…maybe a little more collaborative in mind. Not right now, of course. I mean, I want to do this album, and I want us to tour. But maybe after that, we could, you know, see about finding a surrogate or something.”

Goldie felt Jett’s surprise in the stiffening of his frame.

When Jett pulled back to look at him, his eyes were wide and spooked. “You mean like a baby? A
baby
baby? A small human person?”
Was this pushing Jett too far? It was one thing to think in retrospect that it might’ve been nice to have raised Cole. It was quite another to consider an actual baby.

“Yeah. I mean, it was just something I’d been thinking about before Cole came.

But maybe I was lonely. I could get a dog or something.”
“You were thinking about it before?” Jett turned and walked inside, grabbed his
cigarettes, and lit up. Inhaling deeply despite his voluntary ban on smoking indoors, he
positioned himself beneath the ceiling fan and flopped on the rug. Before Goldie could
panic, Jett patted the rug beside him.
He turned to look at Goldie and formed a perfect smoke ring as he exhaled. “So
this isn’t an impulse thing to placate me, right? You’ve been ruminating or whatever.”

Goldie looked into his eyes and considered lying. But Jett didn’t seem afraid, just curious.
“It’s not an impulse thing, and it’s not to try to replace what you missed with Cole, if that’s what you’re worried about. And I’m not ready right this minute. I just think it would be nice to raise someone, to form their world and watch them grow. Someone to teach and to learn from and to experience their smiles and their losses. And, well, to spoil terribly.”
Jett blew another smoke ring at the ceiling and sighed. “You think it’s smart to have an infant in the house with me living here?” Jett frowned. “If there was a little baby Billy in the world, I’d love the shit out of that kid, but I’m still Jett Black.”
“No one in their right mind would think that’s
smart
. And no one in their right mind would’ve seen the Jett Black you were and guess you could be in a monogamous relationship.” Goldie rolled onto his side and faced Jett. “I think if you wanted it, you’d be a wonderful father. Someone needs to buy the inappropriate gifts.”

Jett’s scarred, metal-studded face lit up in an expression of fragile, unwilling hope. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then opened them again to give Goldie an edgy smile. “So…megahit album. Sold-out world tour. Send Cole off to great college. Find reliable nanny to watch baby while we’re fucking. Make child. Sounds ridiculously simple.”

Goldie rolled over on top of Jett and beamed. “Sounds ridiculous, but you know less responsible people than us have kids.” He took the cigarette from Jett’s hand. “And none of this inside, you know. Or there will be spankings.” Goldie grinned wider. “Lots of them.”

Though he rolled his eyes, Jett’s smile broadened until his eyes crinkled. “All right, hotshot, but we have to get through the next few months first. You’re gonna have to record with me, practice with me, spend hours and hours holed up alone with me down in the studio. You sure you’re up for it?”

“I was up for it before. And now I know your secret weaknesses.” Goldie’s eyes sparkled as he bit Jett’s chest. “Remind me to put some lube in the studio.”
“You animal!” A belly laugh erupted from Jett, making his body shake. Jett wrapped his arms and legs around Goldie and clung, grinning like a fool. He looked young and goofy and in love, and when he kissed Goldie breathless, there was no mistaking who’d made him feel that way.

“So you’re good with that? I mean, not the lube in the studio. I know you’re good with that.” Goldie rolled under Jett and gazed up at him as he pinned Jett’s hair back with his fingers. “Being a father? Er, again?”

“Well, I mean…” Jett looked down at Goldie with confused wonder, like he couldn’t quite believe he was having this conversation. “We don’t have to do it right away, so I can take some time to adjust. Jesus. But yeah, I think it’d be nice. Someday.”

Jett grinned and kissed Goldie again. “I’m in it for the long haul, kiddo.”
Chapter Six

Goldie and Jett were mucking about in the practice room when Goldie’s phone vibrated. Jett shot Goldie an annoyed look. He hated when calls or texts distracted Goldie from their time together, calling the phone Goldie’s “electronic leash.”

Leash or not, Goldie never wanted to miss an important call. Goldie picked up the phone to see Grace’s name and face in the window. His stomach flipped. She never called unless there was a problem.

“Everything okay, Grace?”

 

“No, sir.”

 

Goldie waited for Grace to continue, but either she was trying to find the right words or expected more prompting. “What’s wrong?”

 

“The police, sir. They arrested Cole.”

 

“Arrested Cole? What for? What happened?” Cole was his father’s son, but even

Jett could get to a clinic and back without being arrested.
“For assault, sir. Among other things.”
“Oh, God.”
What did Cole do? Was he upset by the test? Did he have to wait too long in

the waiting room? Is he just crazy?
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened, sir. We came out of the clinic, and the media was waiting
with the police. They arrested him for assault and unsafe lane changes.”

Unsafe lane changes?
“Did you let him drive?”

 

“No, sir. These were charges from the visit to Kmart.”

 

“Oh, Christ.” Goldie turned to see Jett staring at him. He covered the receiver with one hand. “Cole’s been arrested for what happened at Kmart.”

“Those fuckers!” Jett looked around like he might break something, then pulled it together. He made for the landline extension by the practice room bar and plugged it in; God forbid someone try to communicate with Jett when he didn’t want to be reached.

As he dialed, he looked at Goldie. “Calling Sarah. No way are those shit-sucking fame whores keeping my son in jail over some bullshit, trumped-up charges. Stupid sons of bitches messing with my
boy
, goddamn.”