Next morning neither of them wanted to get up, knowing what was coming now. Richie held Jon tightly, not ready to let him go. He wanted him to stay forever.
"I have to go." Jon said reluctantly.
"I don't want you to."
"I don't want to either but I have to, it's only a few more days and then the tour is over." Jon tried to make it sound better.
"And then what? You love me."
"Of course I love you but I love Dot too, you promised you'd let me think about it."
"I know, but I don't want this to end, I want you here, I don't want you to go back to Dot."
"I can't just leave, you know that too."
Richie sighed. "I know."
They had breakfast quietly, before they knew it, Jon's car arrived and there was no way around it anymore. Richie tried to hold it together but it was hopeless as he felt the tears slip from his eyes.
"I love you." He said again.
Jon leaned over and wiped away his tears, then hugged him. "I know, I love you too. I'll phone you tonight."
Richie softly nodded but didn't let go of the hug.
"It'll be fine."
Richie nodded again.
"I promise."
"Okay."
"I have to go." Jon tried to get out of the hug.
Richie gave him one last squeeze before letting him go and catching his lips with his own, giving him a sweet, passionate kiss goodbye.
In the car to the airport, Jon finally let his emotions out too, 5 minutes before arriving at the airport, he pulled himself together and put on his sunglasses, not to hide a rough and drunken night but to hide his puffy and red eyes.
The next few days he spend lost in thought and lost in emotions, he missed Richie but he couldn't make up his mind. Ditch Dorothea and the kids and go into a gay relationship? What would everyone else think? what would his children think? How would it affect them? All his thoughts scared him. He didn't want to lose his children or his wife. He loved them all but he loved Richie too. They spend so much together, often more in a year than he did actually at home with Dorothea. Why couldn't he just have both?
Back at home with Dorothea, he was greeted in such a loving way that it made him think of Richie again. Their few days together had been amazing but it was different than it was with Dorothea. She was still the mother of his children, the one that had been there his entire life. The One.
A week later he knew he had to phone Richie, he had to make a choice and it wasn't fair to leave him waiting either.
It was the most nerve wracking phone call he ever made.
"Hello?" Richie asked when he answered his phone.
"It's me. Did I wake you or something?" Jon asked confused.
"Was just napping. What's up?"
"I think I got an idea."
"An idea? Did you make your mind up?" Richie asked.
"Sort of."
"What do you, mean sort of? Yes or no."
"Will you just wait a second and listen to me?"
Richie sighed. "Yeah alright, tell me."
"We're on tour a lot, right?"
"Usually yeah, because someone keeps lying about taking a break."
"Oh shut up, you like being around me."
"I like time off too." Richie pointed out.
"Anyway." Jon said annoyed. "We spend a lot of time on tour, away from home, away from our kids, away from my wife..."
"What are you hinting at?" Richie asked even more confused about all of this.
"Well, I was thinking, I could stay with Dottie and be with you while we're on tour, she wouldn't have to know." Jon suggested as if he had just thought of the most genius idea.
Richie couldn't believe what he heard.
"You still there?" Jon asked confused when he didn't get an answer.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, it would work out perfectly. Nobody would have to know what we do on tour, we just get adjoining rooms and sneak over and stuff."
"Sneak?" Richie was still confused, feeling betrayed. "You want to sneak."
"It's the only way I can stay with Dot and be with you at the same time."
Richie sighed. "No, Jon."
"What no? It works perfectly like that."
"I want all of you. Not just you when you feel like it. I want my life with you, all my life not just some random moments when, again, you feel like it. I love you. I won't be your dirty little secret."
Jon sighed. "It's the only way it'll work."
"No, I can't do that."
A long pause went over their phone call.
"We're back on the road next week."
"Don't count on me." Richie hung up.
When realization of what just happened sprang into his mind, Jon broke down.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
31 Confessions
Jon stayed angry in bed, regretting he didn't get to do what he wanted to do and that Richie hadn't had the patience to let him figure it out. If he had, he was sure Richie would have loved it but now he'd never know.
He pulled the sheets over himself, waiting for Richie to get out of the bathroom but after 10 minutes there still hadn't been a sound from the bathroom. With a sigh he got up again and walked to the next room.
Richie was still sitting in the shower, while the water had gone cold.
"You're gonna freeze like that." Jon pointed out.
Richie looked up at him. "Not like I don't deserve it, I keep not wanting to screw this up and it seems like that's all I can do is screw this up."
Jon sighed. "Can't say I disagree. All we do is fight." He turned off the shower and put a towel around Richie's shoulder. "Come on."
He wiped his face and looked up at Jon. "I'm trying too hard aren't I?"
"It's both of us." Jon shrugged. "Now come on, you're cold."
"I think I’m worse though. I’m the one that keeps starting all these stupid fights."He pulled the sheets over himself, waiting for Richie to get out of the bathroom but after 10 minutes there still hadn't been a sound from the bathroom. With a sigh he got up again and walked to the next room.
Richie was still sitting in the shower, while the water had gone cold.
"You're gonna freeze like that." Jon pointed out.
Richie looked up at him. "Not like I don't deserve it, I keep not wanting to screw this up and it seems like that's all I can do is screw this up."
Jon sighed. "Can't say I disagree. All we do is fight." He turned off the shower and put a towel around Richie's shoulder. "Come on."
He wiped his face and looked up at Jon. "I'm trying too hard aren't I?"
"It's both of us." Jon shrugged. "Now come on, you're cold."
"No, we just don’t know what the other likes and expects." Jon said.
"But we do though. We’ve known each other for 30 years."
"Not sexually, unless you’ve been doing stuff while we still shared a room." Jon questioned him, but wasn't serious about it.
Richie looked away. "I might have thought about it."
"But you didn't actually do anything?"
"Once or twice."
"What?" This time Jon was surprised and his voice showed it.
"It was hard not to sometimes." Richie's look said it all. "You can’t blame me when I could hear you getting yourself off."
"How did you even know I was doing that? What did you do?"
"We shared a room and you’re not exactly quiet. What do you think I did?" Richie asked back.
"As long as you did it in your bed. I did think you were asleep, you know." Jon tried to at least clear that part up.
"Of course I did it in my own bed." Richie defended himself easily.
They finally ended up in Richie's bed, he immediately pulled Jon close against him, still being a little cold.
"I should have gotten you out earlier. You're freezing." Jon felt guilty about it, it was his fault after all.
"It's alright, I got you now."
"Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry about earlier, I was gonna do something, I guess I just wan't clear enough."
"We do that a lot."
Jon chuckled. "We do. Kinda messed up, isn't it?"
"We'll figure it out eventually." Richie assured him. "Do you still want to do what you wanted to do?"
Jon shrugged.
"You don't have to, it's fine."
"I'm sorry, can we just spend out last night together like we used to always spend our nights together?"
Richie smiled, remembering what they did. "Yeah, I think so. You get the sappy movie, I'll get the popcorn."
A couple of minutes later, they sat together, naked, in bed. Jon leaning back on Richie's shoulder, holding a bowl of popcorn in his lap as they watched a romantic movie.
"I missed this. Just us, friends." Jon said with a happy sight. "Although we wouldn't sit like this, I still love it."
"Shush and watch the movie."
"That was so beautiful." Jon said when the movie ended.
"It was. Too bad they left out the real sexual feelings."
"I can guess those." Jon grinned and moved the popcorn bowl to the side table, then pulled the sheets over his head as he moved down the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting to the real sexual feelings." He said, placing kisses on Richie's hips.
Not a second later, Richie could feel Jon's mouth around himself, he groaned with the pleasure of his hot mouth. It felt exquisite, every time.
Jon finally started to find his way around gay sex, softly sucking and retreating, before swallowing him again.
Only a few minutes of this torture and he could feel Richie tense.
"Jon you gotta stop."
He pulled back a little. "Why?"
"What about you?"
"I'm fine." His head went down again and Richie was engulfed with the hot feeling once again.
Jon's sucking got harder and a few seconds later he swallowed everything Richie gave him.
Then he crawled back up the bed and laid down next to Richie.
He was still enjoying his blissful moment.
"That was so amazing." Richie finally said.
"Glad you liked it."
"I love you." Richie pulled him closer and got comfortable to sleep.
"I love you too."
Friday, July 5, 2013
30 Greedy Lover
Back at Richie's house, Jon dropped his bag by the front door, there wasn't anything in there that he needed for the rest of the night so he let it be.
"I'm hungry." He announced.
Instantly Richie pulled him closer and started nibbling his neck. "So am I."
"Alright but can we have dinner afterwards?"
"Of course we can. I won't starve you."
"Great, now bedroom." Jon commanded.
"We'll get there." Richie started moving his hands up under Jon's shirt.
Jon for once, smart enough to figure things out on his own, pulled his shirt off.
Richie smiled. "We needed a shower, didn't we?"
"Not right now."
"After then." Richie suggested.
"After you get food."
"Food first or after?" He nibbled Jon's neck again.
"Orgasms, you order food and then we can shower while we wait, how's that?" He summed it up and avoided calling it sex.
Richie pressed his hard on against Jon. "Works for me."
Jon pulled him back to continue their kissing as Richie kissed him passionately again, walking back to the stairs until Richie bumped his heel on the bottom step and stopped kissing. Instead, he dragged Jon upstairs with him and up to the bedroom.
Before he knew it, Richie pushed him up against the now closed door and kissed him hard. Jon's only response excisted of groans and grinding back against Richie.
Richie kissed down his new again, nibbling as he went, his hands going to Jon's pants. He suckled on a nipple while wrapping his hand around Jon’s cock. Looking for more friction, Jon pushed into him.
His assault by hand didn't last long as Richie kneeled down in front of Jon and took his cock in his mouth. Unexpected for Jon, he groaned and hold on to Richie's hair. He could feel Richie's hand behind, finding that spot again but he didn't move in very far, knowing he didn't have any lube right on hand.
That extra little touch made Jon explode.
Richie started the shower and willed his erection away, he felt like Jon didn't really care anyway. He got in the shower and payed no attention to him anymore.
Jon followed into the shower right away and got the shampoo, then reached over to do Richie's hair. He had a better idea but Richie pulled away from him.
Jon sighed. "Come on, I'm working things up here." He tried.
"More like ignoring them when they're already worked up."
"I can ignore it completely if you like that better." Jon threatened.
"You might as well have. I didn't take you for a greedy lover."
"No? There, you learned something new." Jon said sarcastic, he had an idea going that he wanted to try out.
"Apparently."
"So, you're not gonna let me?" He asked confused.
Richie closed his eyes and calmed down, feeling stupid again but he remained silent.
"What? Want me to leave?" Jon asked after a bit.
Richie looked down at their wet feet. "Sorry. I'm overracting."
"What?" Jon asked, still confused about it.
"It’s been awhile alright? It’s just getting back into a relationship like this again."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Forgive me for being an idiot at the worst possible time?" Richie asked carefully.
"Didn’t know you needed to be forgiven for that or even apologize for it."
"I'm being stupid. Again."
"Never." Jon insisted.
Richie looked back at their feet again, he couldn't agree to that.
"So..." Jon tried but nothing happened.
Finally Richie looked up again.
"I'm sorry I keep screwing this up."
"Will you stop saying that?"
"But I-"
"Stop it." Jon said firmly.
He wanted to continue their shower and figure out his idea and how it might work out but again Richie kept silent and looked away from him. He didn't have that much patience either.
"Fine." He threw his hands up and got out of the shower. Angry at Richie for continuing to feel sorry for himself, he got a towel and left.
"I'm hungry." He announced.
Instantly Richie pulled him closer and started nibbling his neck. "So am I."
"Alright but can we have dinner afterwards?"
"Of course we can. I won't starve you."
"Great, now bedroom." Jon commanded.
"We'll get there." Richie started moving his hands up under Jon's shirt.
Jon for once, smart enough to figure things out on his own, pulled his shirt off.
Richie smiled. "We needed a shower, didn't we?"
"Not right now."
"After then." Richie suggested.
"After you get food."
"Food first or after?" He nibbled Jon's neck again.
"Orgasms, you order food and then we can shower while we wait, how's that?" He summed it up and avoided calling it sex.
Richie pressed his hard on against Jon. "Works for me."
Jon pulled him back to continue their kissing as Richie kissed him passionately again, walking back to the stairs until Richie bumped his heel on the bottom step and stopped kissing. Instead, he dragged Jon upstairs with him and up to the bedroom.
Before he knew it, Richie pushed him up against the now closed door and kissed him hard. Jon's only response excisted of groans and grinding back against Richie.
Richie kissed down his new again, nibbling as he went, his hands going to Jon's pants. He suckled on a nipple while wrapping his hand around Jon’s cock. Looking for more friction, Jon pushed into him.
His assault by hand didn't last long as Richie kneeled down in front of Jon and took his cock in his mouth. Unexpected for Jon, he groaned and hold on to Richie's hair. He could feel Richie's hand behind, finding that spot again but he didn't move in very far, knowing he didn't have any lube right on hand.
That extra little touch made Jon explode.
Richie swallowed every drop, he looked up at Jon, remembering his own hard on, he stood up and kissed Jon hard again, making him taste hmself.
Jon pulled out of the kiss after only seconds, he didn't need to know how he tasted.
"Gonna help me out here?" Richie asked, pressing himself and therefor Jon against the wall.
"Thought we were gonna shower?"
"You said this first." Richie reminded him, grinding against him again.
"We did this."
He pressed his hard on against Jon again. "We?"
"Me."
"What about me?"
Jon shrugged, he had a better idea. "Dunno, shower?"
"Fine." Richie let go and pulled him to the shower.
"What?" Jon asked confused.
Jon pulled out of the kiss after only seconds, he didn't need to know how he tasted.
"Gonna help me out here?" Richie asked, pressing himself and therefor Jon against the wall.
"Thought we were gonna shower?"
"You said this first." Richie reminded him, grinding against him again.
"We did this."
He pressed his hard on against Jon again. "We?"
"Me."
"What about me?"
Jon shrugged, he had a better idea. "Dunno, shower?"
"Fine." Richie let go and pulled him to the shower.
"What?" Jon asked confused.
Richie started the shower and willed his erection away, he felt like Jon didn't really care anyway. He got in the shower and payed no attention to him anymore.
Jon followed into the shower right away and got the shampoo, then reached over to do Richie's hair. He had a better idea but Richie pulled away from him.
Jon sighed. "Come on, I'm working things up here." He tried.
"More like ignoring them when they're already worked up."
"I can ignore it completely if you like that better." Jon threatened.
"You might as well have. I didn't take you for a greedy lover."
"No? There, you learned something new." Jon said sarcastic, he had an idea going that he wanted to try out.
"Apparently."
"So, you're not gonna let me?" He asked confused.
"Do you even actually want to?" Richie finally turned to face him.
"Yes, othrwise I wouldn't have started that." He wasn't going to explain his entire plan.
"If you really did, you would've reciprocated."
"I'm trying to!"
"Reciprocating would’ve been doing what I did for you." Annoyance was clear in Richie's voice by now.
"I was working on that but you pulled away." Jon pointed out.
"You pulled away first."
Again, Jon sighed. "'Cause I wanted to do this, here."
"Yes, othrwise I wouldn't have started that." He wasn't going to explain his entire plan.
"If you really did, you would've reciprocated."
"I'm trying to!"
"Reciprocating would’ve been doing what I did for you." Annoyance was clear in Richie's voice by now.
"I was working on that but you pulled away." Jon pointed out.
"You pulled away first."
Again, Jon sighed. "'Cause I wanted to do this, here."
Richie closed his eyes and calmed down, feeling stupid again but he remained silent.
"What? Want me to leave?" Jon asked after a bit.
Richie looked down at their wet feet. "Sorry. I'm overracting."
"What?" Jon asked, still confused about it.
"It’s been awhile alright? It’s just getting back into a relationship like this again."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Forgive me for being an idiot at the worst possible time?" Richie asked carefully.
"Didn’t know you needed to be forgiven for that or even apologize for it."
"I'm being stupid. Again."
"Never." Jon insisted.
Richie looked back at their feet again, he couldn't agree to that.
"So..." Jon tried but nothing happened.
Finally Richie looked up again.
"I'm sorry I keep screwing this up."
"Will you stop saying that?"
"But I-"
"Stop it." Jon said firmly.
He wanted to continue their shower and figure out his idea and how it might work out but again Richie kept silent and looked away from him. He didn't have that much patience either.
"Fine." He threw his hands up and got out of the shower. Angry at Richie for continuing to feel sorry for himself, he got a towel and left.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
29 Show Time
Richie watched Jon from behind the stage, paying attention all the moves he was making. He could swear Jon was shaking his ass even more than usual.
It took until the end of Keep The Faith for Jon to return backstage, Richie was waiting for him, by now very turned on from not having to focus on playing guitar and completely focused on Jon.
Jon bounced down the stairs and pulled Richie into his quick change room, kicking everyone that was waiting for him out.
As soon as everyone was out Richie pulled him right against him, shoving his tongue down his throat. Jon had the exact same thing on his mind and kissed Richie back very passionately.
It took until the end of Keep The Faith for Jon to return backstage, Richie was waiting for him, by now very turned on from not having to focus on playing guitar and completely focused on Jon.
Jon bounced down the stairs and pulled Richie into his quick change room, kicking everyone that was waiting for him out.
As soon as everyone was out Richie pulled him right against him, shoving his tongue down his throat. Jon had the exact same thing on his mind and kissed Richie back very passionately.
There wasn't much time before Jon had to go back on stage, Richie pulled his shirt off, knowing Jon had to change anyway. He loved the fact that Jon was all hot and sweaty and kissed down his neck, his hand going right for his pants.
"Don't have time for that." Jon managed to say.
"Not even a quick handjob?" He shoved his hand down Jon's pants, wrapping it around his cock.
Jon groaned and didn't protest anymore.
Richie kissed him deeply again and started jerking him off fast
Jon's only reaction was more groaning, he was very turned on already and very close because of Richie's fast movements. When Richie squeezes harder he couldn't hold back any longer and let go.
Too focused about getting back on stage, he didn't pay attention to Richie grinding against him, he needed to go and tried to.
Richie growled at him, he wasn't letting Jon go without having his own release. Jon growled back and pulled his jeans open.
"You better hurry."
"Won't take long." He assued him and already started thrusting into Jon's hand.
Jon only stroked faster, the show was waiting for him.
Finally he could hear Richie approach his orgasm and groan through it.
"Don't have time for that." Jon managed to say.
"Not even a quick handjob?" He shoved his hand down Jon's pants, wrapping it around his cock.
Jon groaned and didn't protest anymore.
Richie kissed him deeply again and started jerking him off fast
Jon's only reaction was more groaning, he was very turned on already and very close because of Richie's fast movements. When Richie squeezes harder he couldn't hold back any longer and let go.
Too focused about getting back on stage, he didn't pay attention to Richie grinding against him, he needed to go and tried to.
Richie growled at him, he wasn't letting Jon go without having his own release. Jon growled back and pulled his jeans open.
"You better hurry."
"Won't take long." He assued him and already started thrusting into Jon's hand.
Jon only stroked faster, the show was waiting for him.
Finally he could hear Richie approach his orgasm and groan through it.
He quickly wiped his hand on a towel while Richie fixed his pants and got him a clean shirt.
"Get back to work." He grinned.
Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Jacket."
Fixing his own pants first, then handed Jon his jacket. "don't know why you need it.
"Looks better." He said as he ran out, pulling his jacket on while going on the stairs.L
"Does not!"
"Get back to work." He grinned.
Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Jacket."
Fixing his own pants first, then handed Jon his jacket. "don't know why you need it.
"Looks better." He said as he ran out, pulling his jacket on while going on the stairs.L
"Does not!"
The next time Jon walked off stage, the entire band followed him but he went into the change room alone.
"I can’t tell which I like more, being on stage with you, or getting to just watch you."
"I can’t tell which I like more, being on stage with you, or getting to just watch you."
"What about watching me change?" Jon asked as he took his shirt off.
"I do like that more."
"Great." He concluded and got another shirt. "I'll be done soon and we can go back to your place."
"And get back out of the clothes all over again." He smiled.
"I was gonna change here after the show..." He pulled on his clean shirt.
" But if we’re going back to my place, you’d just take them off right away anyway. Or I’d take them off for you."
"I do like that more."
"Great." He concluded and got another shirt. "I'll be done soon and we can go back to your place."
"And get back out of the clothes all over again." He smiled.
"I was gonna change here after the show..." He pulled on his clean shirt.
" But if we’re going back to my place, you’d just take them off right away anyway. Or I’d take them off for you."
"Oh really? I have to go."
"Then let's go." Richie suggested.
"Watch the band some more." He knew everyone was around and didn't dare say that he could look at his ass.
"Just have to do an encore do you? Well hurry up." Richie rushed him.
On his way out and on the stairs, Jon shouted back. "Always."
"Watch the band some more." He knew everyone was around and didn't dare say that he could look at his ass.
"Just have to do an encore do you? Well hurry up." Richie rushed him.
On his way out and on the stairs, Jon shouted back. "Always."
The next time Jon got off stage they walked bacl to the dressing room, talking to the guys about how the concert had gone before going into his dressing room to undress again. Of course Richie watched him.
"There's a shower in here." Jon suggested.
"Is that an invitation?" Richie moved closer.
"It is." Jon said, going into the bathroom.
Richie followed him and yanked his shirt off. Jon had turned on the shower and was looking for towels before getting in.
"Don't have shampoo or soap." He hadn't found any in his search.
"Then we’ll just have to have another shower when we get back to my place then eh?"
"There's a shower in here." Jon suggested.
"Is that an invitation?" Richie moved closer.
"It is." Jon said, going into the bathroom.
Richie followed him and yanked his shirt off. Jon had turned on the shower and was looking for towels before getting in.
"Don't have shampoo or soap." He hadn't found any in his search.
"Then we’ll just have to have another shower when we get back to my place then eh?"
"There’s just no other option." Jon pulled him closer.
"None at all." Richie kissed him, holding him very close, his hands moving down to grip Jon's ass, while Jon did the same to him.
"None at all." Richie kissed him, holding him very close, his hands moving down to grip Jon's ass, while Jon did the same to him.
Richie groaned into the kiss, grinding against Jon, who grinded back excitedly. Equally arouses, Richie moved a hand between them, wrapping it around both their cocks to ceate more friction.
"That's why you have big hands." Jon said.
Richie chuckled. "It's convenient."
"Hurry up Jon, we have to-" Matt knocked as he opened the door, stopping when he saw the two of them together.
Jon looked at his youngest brother, too shocked and dumbstruck to say anything.
As it seemed, Matt was feeling the same way.
Richie pulled Jon closer. "Give us a couple minutes."
Matt tried to recover from what he was seeing. "Uh..."
"Get out!"
He snapped to reality when Richie yelled. "Right. Sorry." He turned around and pulled the door closed behind him. Shaking his head as he walked away.
Seeing Jon was still shocked, Richie squeezes his cock to get his attention again.
"Huh?"
"That's why you have big hands." Jon said.
Richie chuckled. "It's convenient."
"Hurry up Jon, we have to-" Matt knocked as he opened the door, stopping when he saw the two of them together.
Jon looked at his youngest brother, too shocked and dumbstruck to say anything.
As it seemed, Matt was feeling the same way.
Richie pulled Jon closer. "Give us a couple minutes."
Matt tried to recover from what he was seeing. "Uh..."
"Get out!"
He snapped to reality when Richie yelled. "Right. Sorry." He turned around and pulled the door closed behind him. Shaking his head as he walked away.
Seeing Jon was still shocked, Richie squeezes his cock to get his attention again.
"Huh?"
"We’ll have to finish this back at my place won’t we?" Richie asked.
"Think so."
"Think so."
"Let's go then." He turned off the shower, kissed Jon again and grabbed their towels.
They dried off, Jon a little slower than usual and got dressed again.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." Jon agreed.
On the way back to Richie's car, they said their goodbyes to everyone, letting security know they were going home.
They dried off, Jon a little slower than usual and got dressed again.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." Jon agreed.
On the way back to Richie's car, they said their goodbyes to everyone, letting security know they were going home.
Monday, June 17, 2013
28 Wanted
"We can do that." Richie agreed
"As lover, I get to skip some rules."
"Oh you're my lover now?"
"I'm not exactly a boy now am I?" Richie asked.
"When did you turn into a girl?" Jon went on with his teasing.
"I didn't, I'm a man."
"I noticed that. It became obvious." Jon chuckled, remembering it.
"And older guys like us prefer the term lover to boyfriend. Both work, or partner." Richie suggested, trying to make it clear to Jon.
"You don’t want to be my boyfriend? Wait, older? Are you calling me old?"
"The terms are interchangeable, but lover or partner makes it sound more solid, or real." Richie smiled. "Why would I do that? I’m still older than you."
"Good, don’t you forget that. Are we still going back or wait til that owner comes and yells at you again?"
"I was going to give him another minute or two maybe, but I guess we should be getting back before they send out a search party for you." Richie started the car.
"You make it sound like I’m wanted."
Richie couldn't resist the bad joke. "Dead oralive. Preferably alive though, I'm sure."
Jon merely rolled his eyes.
"Couldn't be helped." Richie admitted.
Not much later they arrived at the venue and walked to Jon's dressing room. Richie made sure he was beside Jon the entire time. They were both uncomfortable with the stickiness starting to itch inside their jeans. As soon as Jon was in the dressing room, he locked the door behind them and took his jeans off. Richie smirked, having completely different ideas than Jon but followed his actions.
Walking into the bathroom, Jon turned on the hot water to fill the sink.
"Wardrobe isn't gonan be happy about that."
"They'll get over it. I'm going to need pants. And I can't steal yours 'cause they're too small."
"Oh right... I guess this is why people wear underwear."
"Who's got time for that?" Richie asked.
"Not us." Jon admitted and started cleaning up. "Fuck, that gets itchy."
Richie started cleaning himself up too. "I did try to take off your pants to avoid this you know." He pointed out.
"Couldn't have risked that. Too much paparazzi in the area."
"We could've, tinted windows."
"You agreed to it when we did it." Jon pointed out himself.
"Because I was thinking coherently." Richie said sarcastically.
"You don't do that often, so good on you."
Richie rolled his eyes and finished up, trying to figure out what he's going to do for pants now.
"Sorry we couldn't go to the restaurant like you wanted to." Jon apologized even though it wasn't exactly his fault either.
"It's not your fault."
"I know but I’m still sorry you couldn’t do what you wanted to do."
"It's not your fault."
"I know but I’m still sorry you couldn’t do what you wanted to do."
"I tried though, I get points for that right?" He asked.
"Of course, we’ll just get catering now, that’s good too." Jon tried to make it sound a little better, he knew it was pointless.
"Of course, we’ll just get catering now, that’s good too." Jon tried to make it sound a little better, he knew it was pointless.
"Not as good as this place used to be. Oh well I guess."
"Come on, lets go." Jon said as he started looking for his shirt on the floor.
Richie was faster than him and found both their shirts and handed Jon's over. "Lets."
Not using his brains, Jon climbed back over the seats to get into the front, because he wasn't using his brain, he showed off his ass to Richie who admired it, smiled and ran his hand over it as he did the smart thing and got out of the car to get into the front.
"Hey! That's my ass!"
Not using his brains, Jon climbed back over the seats to get into the front, because he wasn't using his brain, he showed off his ass to Richie who admired it, smiled and ran his hand over it as he did the smart thing and got out of the car to get into the front.
"Hey! That's my ass!"
"A very nice one at that."
"Sure." Jon said as he got situated in his seat.
"It is." Richie assured him.
"Still mine, isn't it? Doesn't mean you can touch it whenever you want." Jon teased him."Sure." Jon said as he got situated in his seat.
"It is." Richie assured him.
"As lover, I get to skip some rules."
"Oh you're my lover now?"
"I'm not exactly a boy now am I?" Richie asked.
"When did you turn into a girl?" Jon went on with his teasing.
"I didn't, I'm a man."
"I noticed that. It became obvious." Jon chuckled, remembering it.
"And older guys like us prefer the term lover to boyfriend. Both work, or partner." Richie suggested, trying to make it clear to Jon.
"You don’t want to be my boyfriend? Wait, older? Are you calling me old?"
"The terms are interchangeable, but lover or partner makes it sound more solid, or real." Richie smiled. "Why would I do that? I’m still older than you."
"Good, don’t you forget that. Are we still going back or wait til that owner comes and yells at you again?"
"I was going to give him another minute or two maybe, but I guess we should be getting back before they send out a search party for you." Richie started the car.
"You make it sound like I’m wanted."
Richie couldn't resist the bad joke. "Dead oralive. Preferably alive though, I'm sure."
Jon merely rolled his eyes.
"Couldn't be helped." Richie admitted.
Not much later they arrived at the venue and walked to Jon's dressing room. Richie made sure he was beside Jon the entire time. They were both uncomfortable with the stickiness starting to itch inside their jeans. As soon as Jon was in the dressing room, he locked the door behind them and took his jeans off. Richie smirked, having completely different ideas than Jon but followed his actions.
Walking into the bathroom, Jon turned on the hot water to fill the sink.
"Wardrobe isn't gonan be happy about that."
"They'll get over it. I'm going to need pants. And I can't steal yours 'cause they're too small."
"Oh right... I guess this is why people wear underwear."
"Who's got time for that?" Richie asked.
"Not us." Jon admitted and started cleaning up. "Fuck, that gets itchy."
Richie started cleaning himself up too. "I did try to take off your pants to avoid this you know." He pointed out.
"Couldn't have risked that. Too much paparazzi in the area."
"We could've, tinted windows."
"You agreed to it when we did it." Jon pointed out himself.
"Because I was thinking coherently." Richie said sarcastically.
"You don't do that often, so good on you."
Richie rolled his eyes and finished up, trying to figure out what he's going to do for pants now.
"We still got your stuff on tour, I could go find something, be sneaky around the trucks and find it." Jon offered.
"That would be wonderful. Could you?"
"I suppose, I should put clothes on then. Not everyone would appreciate the view like you. So I’ll wear pants, maybe I’ll wear underwear." Jon looked through his wardrobe.
"If you even have any."
"Underwear? I might."
Richie helped him pick some out. "We'll see."
Jon found the pair he was going to wear on stage and put it on.
"Now go find me some please." Richie said, admiring Jon.
"At least you said please." Jon said before he left.
"That would be wonderful. Could you?"
"I suppose, I should put clothes on then. Not everyone would appreciate the view like you. So I’ll wear pants, maybe I’ll wear underwear." Jon looked through his wardrobe.
"If you even have any."
"Underwear? I might."
Richie helped him pick some out. "We'll see."
Jon found the pair he was going to wear on stage and put it on.
"Now go find me some please." Richie said, admiring Jon.
"At least you said please." Jon said before he left.
It took Jon a while to find where Richie's stage clothes were being stored but finally he found a pair of pants and went back.
Richie took the pants when Jon brought them over. "Thanks."
"No problem, nobody stared at me at all." Jon said sarcastically, people had wonderous faces as to why he was looking for Richie's clothes.
Richie pulled the pants on. "They do anyway, can't blame them really."
"Sure, you gonna get dinner then?"
Just then Richie's stomach growled loudly and made him laugh. "That answer your question. Lets go find food."
"Nuh-uh, you get food. It's already past 6, I have to get ready."
"Oh fine, do you want me to bring you back something then?" Richie asked.
"That would be the idea."
Richie went to look for dinner while Jon started preparing for the concert. In the mean time he took the time to talk to people he knew. After a while he went back to Jon's dressing room to have dinner.
Jon ate quickly and continued his pre show rituals.
It all made Richie want to go on stage even more.
"Okay, lets go." Jon announced when it was time to go.
"Wish I was actaully going on with you."
"I know, I'm sorry." Jon said, he really was, he knew how important playing music was, it was the same for him.
Richie half shrugged. "It's alright. You didn't mean to. It's not your fault."
"Still sorry."
"I'll live."
"You will. I gotta go."
"Have fun shakin’ your ass for me." Richie said.
"I will. You get to enjoy it."
"I do anyway." Richie smiled.
Wondering when Richie was finally going to kiss him goodbye, Jon said. "I gotta go."
"Kiss for luck?" Richie asked as he pulled Jon close.
Jon kissed him back. "Thanks."
But Richie didn't want to let him go and kissed him again. "Have fun."
Jon shrugged. "Wait by my quick change room?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Okay."
Jon went out and over to the stage to meet the rest of the guys to start the show.
Richie took the pants when Jon brought them over. "Thanks."
"No problem, nobody stared at me at all." Jon said sarcastically, people had wonderous faces as to why he was looking for Richie's clothes.
Richie pulled the pants on. "They do anyway, can't blame them really."
"Sure, you gonna get dinner then?"
Just then Richie's stomach growled loudly and made him laugh. "That answer your question. Lets go find food."
"Nuh-uh, you get food. It's already past 6, I have to get ready."
"Oh fine, do you want me to bring you back something then?" Richie asked.
"That would be the idea."
Richie went to look for dinner while Jon started preparing for the concert. In the mean time he took the time to talk to people he knew. After a while he went back to Jon's dressing room to have dinner.
Jon ate quickly and continued his pre show rituals.
It all made Richie want to go on stage even more.
"Okay, lets go." Jon announced when it was time to go.
"Wish I was actaully going on with you."
"I know, I'm sorry." Jon said, he really was, he knew how important playing music was, it was the same for him.
Richie half shrugged. "It's alright. You didn't mean to. It's not your fault."
"Still sorry."
"I'll live."
"You will. I gotta go."
"Have fun shakin’ your ass for me." Richie said.
"I will. You get to enjoy it."
"I do anyway." Richie smiled.
Wondering when Richie was finally going to kiss him goodbye, Jon said. "I gotta go."
"Kiss for luck?" Richie asked as he pulled Jon close.
Jon kissed him back. "Thanks."
But Richie didn't want to let him go and kissed him again. "Have fun."
Jon shrugged. "Wait by my quick change room?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Okay."
Jon went out and over to the stage to meet the rest of the guys to start the show.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
27 Homophobia is a social disease
This time Richie walked beside Jon. He smiled when Jon put his arm through his, making them walk arm in arm.
Because they were walking side by side, Jon almost ran into the door when they walked through. Richie chuckled at him and walked through more careful, keeping their arms linked.
They met the host of the restaurant, who completely ignored them.
"For two please." Richie said, already getting annoyed with the host.
But the host refused to pay any attention to them.
Richie frowned, tensing. "Excuse me?"
The host simply pointed at a partly hidden sign. "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."
Richie read the sign and frowned even more, getting angry. "We've eaten here before. Often for that matter." He felt Jon pull his arm away and tightened his grip on him, accidentally squishing his arms, he was making a point.
"And this time you're not coming in."
"And who says we’re gay? Who says just because we have linked arms means that? If you even knew who the hell we were you’d know we’re best friends."
"Nobody said that, we're just not waiting on you today. Please leave before I have to call security." The host said calmly.
"How about you call your manager then? You have no reason not to serve us."
"I am the manager."
"Then you would know who I am. You're not the managar." Richie said.
"Restaurant’s been under new ownership for three weeks."
"This is bullshit. I do hope you know that I hold a good amount of sway around here. I can ruin you." Richie threatened, still holding his grip tight on Jon's arm.
"I don’t have the farthest clue to who you are. That classifies as threats, you better leave before I really have to call security."
"Don’t worry, we won’t be coming back here if you’re going to be an asshole and refuse to serve us for no damn reason."
"Don’t run into the door this time, sir." The host smiled at Jon.
In reaction, Richie flipped him off and left in a huff.
In their hurry Jon ran into the door again. This time he lost hold of Richie's arm as they walked out. Richie was angry and storming through the parking lot, very pissed off. Jon simply followed him, kinda dazed and confused.
Jon waited for him to calm down as Richie was mutterning profanities and working out his anger.
Once he was done, Richie got into the car and slammed the door more than necessary and waited for Jon to get in.
Jon opened the door but didn't get in yet.
"Can you wait a minute before you leave?"
Richie took a deep breath. "I wasn’t going to leave without you if that’s what you’re worried about."
"I wasn't. Just want you to wait a minute." Jon got into the car, reached over and held his arms out.
Richie leaned over and hugged him.
Jon hugged him tight, making him calm down.
"Thank you." Richie said once he had calmed down some more.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault that guy's an asshole."
"No, but it's my fault we were walking arm in arm." Jon pointed out, remembering he was the ones that had started that action.
"That shouldn’t have mattered. We’ve eaten here how often? Why should we be not allowed now?" Richie asked annoyed.
"I know, it's not fair."
"Homophobic asshole. Should blacklist him."
"Nobody's stopping you from that." Jon rubbed his hand over Richie's back.
"Good. Because it'll happen." After a few more minutes of calming down, he added, "I'm sorry."
"For what? Not your fault." Jon said.
"I brought you here when we could’ve just stayed for catering. Might not be as good as this place, but it wouldn’t have resulted in this." He sighed and pulled out of the hug, upset with himself.
"You didn’t know that would happen."
"Still, it’s still on me." Richie sat back in his seat and looked down. "Guess I’m just good at messing this up aren’t I?"
"No." Jon said resolutely.
"Sure seems like it."
"No you're not."
"Feels like it." Richie still didn't look up.
"Well, you're not, come here." Jon urged him again.
Richie looked over at him but didn't move. "Sure it's not?"
"Sure. Come here." He urged again.
Richie leaned over sideways into Jon who hugged him again.
"Wanna do something bad for revenge?" Jon whispered.
Richie rested his head on Jon's shoulder. "I'm already planning blackmail."
"I was kinda thinking something else."
"Like what?" Richie asked confused.
"I don’t know, cause he was so quick in assuming we were gay, maybe we should." Jon shrugged.
"Should what?" Richie asked even more confused than before.
"Ugh get the hint. do something gay." Jon said slightly annoyed Richie didn't understand what he was trying to suggest.
"Would be more in their face if it was out in the open, but paparazzi are known for being in the area."
"Not in the parking lot but you could drive like behind the restaurant and we can get in the back seat."
"We could." Richie agreed.
"Let's dot hat and then we'll go from there."
"Sounds good to me." Richie started the car and drove to the back of the restaurant where employees cars were parked.
Jon waited for him to park and dumbly climbed over the seats to get to the back seat, Richie followed him suit and moved over him.
"That went easy, now come here." Jon said.
Richie settled on top of him and started kissing him. Soon enough the kiss turned more passionate and they both loved every second of it.
Trying to make it clear that he wanted more, Jon tried to grind himself against Richie above him. Richie understood very quickly and grineded hard against him, groaning. He almost hoped that the host of the restaurant would find them there.
He kissed Jon deeped and moved his hand under Jon's shirt. Jon was doing the same, pulling at Richie's shirt but it was stuck and bunched up by his shoulder.
Regretfully, Richie sat up and pulled his shirt off, then pulled Jon's off too. Once they were both shirtless, he got back in position and kept grinding himself against Jon, trying to find more friction with every move. He could feel Jon's hand all over his chest and groaned even more, wanting more.
He snaked a hand between them, getting to Jon's pants and started undoing them but Jon stopped him. Richie stopped and looked down at him questioningly.
"Not here, what if someone sees us?" Jon asked, worried.
"Later then. Don't want arrested for public indecency when you have work to do."
"Exactly."
"And we still have to eat too." Richie pointed out, not exactly fancying jail food.
He grinded harder against Jon and crushed their mouths together once again.
The continues grinding made Jon very hard and very close to orgasm.
A few more grinding motions and minutes later, he made a mess inside his jeans. In his blissful moment he knew Richie had done exactly the same thing.
Jon laid there, regaining composure of himself, breathing heavily as Richie still laid over him and kissed his shoulder.
After a few tries, Jon was able to catch his lips in a kiss.
"Big mess. " Jon said when they pulled apart once again.
"It is, isn't it?"
"We should find a place to clean up." Jon thought out loud.
"Probably."
"Back to my dressing room? Get catering? I need to start getting ready soon."
Because they were walking side by side, Jon almost ran into the door when they walked through. Richie chuckled at him and walked through more careful, keeping their arms linked.
They met the host of the restaurant, who completely ignored them.
"For two please." Richie said, already getting annoyed with the host.
But the host refused to pay any attention to them.
Richie frowned, tensing. "Excuse me?"
The host simply pointed at a partly hidden sign. "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."
Richie read the sign and frowned even more, getting angry. "We've eaten here before. Often for that matter." He felt Jon pull his arm away and tightened his grip on him, accidentally squishing his arms, he was making a point.
"And this time you're not coming in."
"And who says we’re gay? Who says just because we have linked arms means that? If you even knew who the hell we were you’d know we’re best friends."
"Nobody said that, we're just not waiting on you today. Please leave before I have to call security." The host said calmly.
"How about you call your manager then? You have no reason not to serve us."
"I am the manager."
"Then you would know who I am. You're not the managar." Richie said.
"Restaurant’s been under new ownership for three weeks."
"This is bullshit. I do hope you know that I hold a good amount of sway around here. I can ruin you." Richie threatened, still holding his grip tight on Jon's arm.
"I don’t have the farthest clue to who you are. That classifies as threats, you better leave before I really have to call security."
"Don’t worry, we won’t be coming back here if you’re going to be an asshole and refuse to serve us for no damn reason."
"Don’t run into the door this time, sir." The host smiled at Jon.
In reaction, Richie flipped him off and left in a huff.
In their hurry Jon ran into the door again. This time he lost hold of Richie's arm as they walked out. Richie was angry and storming through the parking lot, very pissed off. Jon simply followed him, kinda dazed and confused.
Jon waited for him to calm down as Richie was mutterning profanities and working out his anger.
Once he was done, Richie got into the car and slammed the door more than necessary and waited for Jon to get in.
Jon opened the door but didn't get in yet.
"Can you wait a minute before you leave?"
Richie took a deep breath. "I wasn’t going to leave without you if that’s what you’re worried about."
"I wasn't. Just want you to wait a minute." Jon got into the car, reached over and held his arms out.
Richie leaned over and hugged him.
Jon hugged him tight, making him calm down.
"Thank you." Richie said once he had calmed down some more.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault that guy's an asshole."
"No, but it's my fault we were walking arm in arm." Jon pointed out, remembering he was the ones that had started that action.
"That shouldn’t have mattered. We’ve eaten here how often? Why should we be not allowed now?" Richie asked annoyed.
"I know, it's not fair."
"Homophobic asshole. Should blacklist him."
"Nobody's stopping you from that." Jon rubbed his hand over Richie's back.
"Good. Because it'll happen." After a few more minutes of calming down, he added, "I'm sorry."
"For what? Not your fault." Jon said.
"I brought you here when we could’ve just stayed for catering. Might not be as good as this place, but it wouldn’t have resulted in this." He sighed and pulled out of the hug, upset with himself.
"You didn’t know that would happen."
"Still, it’s still on me." Richie sat back in his seat and looked down. "Guess I’m just good at messing this up aren’t I?"
"No." Jon said resolutely.
"Sure seems like it."
"No you're not."
"Feels like it." Richie still didn't look up.
"Well, you're not, come here." Jon urged him again.
Richie looked over at him but didn't move. "Sure it's not?"
"Sure. Come here." He urged again.
Richie leaned over sideways into Jon who hugged him again.
"Wanna do something bad for revenge?" Jon whispered.
Richie rested his head on Jon's shoulder. "I'm already planning blackmail."
"I was kinda thinking something else."
"Like what?" Richie asked confused.
"I don’t know, cause he was so quick in assuming we were gay, maybe we should." Jon shrugged.
"Should what?" Richie asked even more confused than before.
"Ugh get the hint. do something gay." Jon said slightly annoyed Richie didn't understand what he was trying to suggest.
"Would be more in their face if it was out in the open, but paparazzi are known for being in the area."
"Not in the parking lot but you could drive like behind the restaurant and we can get in the back seat."
"We could." Richie agreed.
"Let's dot hat and then we'll go from there."
"Sounds good to me." Richie started the car and drove to the back of the restaurant where employees cars were parked.
Jon waited for him to park and dumbly climbed over the seats to get to the back seat, Richie followed him suit and moved over him.
"That went easy, now come here." Jon said.
Richie settled on top of him and started kissing him. Soon enough the kiss turned more passionate and they both loved every second of it.
Trying to make it clear that he wanted more, Jon tried to grind himself against Richie above him. Richie understood very quickly and grineded hard against him, groaning. He almost hoped that the host of the restaurant would find them there.
He kissed Jon deeped and moved his hand under Jon's shirt. Jon was doing the same, pulling at Richie's shirt but it was stuck and bunched up by his shoulder.
Regretfully, Richie sat up and pulled his shirt off, then pulled Jon's off too. Once they were both shirtless, he got back in position and kept grinding himself against Jon, trying to find more friction with every move. He could feel Jon's hand all over his chest and groaned even more, wanting more.
He snaked a hand between them, getting to Jon's pants and started undoing them but Jon stopped him. Richie stopped and looked down at him questioningly.
"Not here, what if someone sees us?" Jon asked, worried.
"Later then. Don't want arrested for public indecency when you have work to do."
"Exactly."
"And we still have to eat too." Richie pointed out, not exactly fancying jail food.
He grinded harder against Jon and crushed their mouths together once again.
The continues grinding made Jon very hard and very close to orgasm.
A few more grinding motions and minutes later, he made a mess inside his jeans. In his blissful moment he knew Richie had done exactly the same thing.
Jon laid there, regaining composure of himself, breathing heavily as Richie still laid over him and kissed his shoulder.
After a few tries, Jon was able to catch his lips in a kiss.
"Big mess. " Jon said when they pulled apart once again.
"It is, isn't it?"
"We should find a place to clean up." Jon thought out loud.
"Probably."
"Back to my dressing room? Get catering? I need to start getting ready soon."
Sunday, June 9, 2013
26 Misunderstood
In the aftermath, Jon felt very happy about what had happened too, putting his guards down with Richie but he wasn't sure if he should feel happy about this. After all, he was cheating on his wife, who he loved very much but then again, this felt very good too.
After a few more minutes he started pushing at Richie so he could get up.
Richie moved away and looked worried at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine." Jon answer.
"You might be a little sore for a bit."
"Yeah, think so." Jon agreed, already feeling it.
Richie smiled sheepishly as Jon carefully got up. "Should get cleaned up."
He followed Jon to the bathroom where Jon found a shower and turned it on, assuming they were going to shower together.
Richie did debate the though of joining Jon in the shower but decided against it since he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself at all and that would make taking a shower completely pointless.
Not paying attention to what Richie was doing behind him, Jon stepped into the shower, figuring Richie would follow in a few seconds but instead of that, he heard the door open and close again and Richie was gone.
Disappointed, Jon finished his shower alone, faster than he usually did and walked out with a towel and got dressed in the dressing room where Richie was sitting on the couch playing his guitar.
Once dressed, Jon sat down in the other couch, keeping his distance from Richie.
A little hurt by that, Richie said. "There's an empty spot beside me."
"You're filling it up with a guitar."
"No I'm not. Guitar's on my lap."
"Still." Jon complained.
Richie put the guitar away and moved to the couch Jon was sitting in.
"Better?" He asked.
"Sure." Jon answered.
Richie sat close to him, happy to be there but still wondering what Jon was thinking about but on the otherside he was afraid to ask him about it.
"What's the setlist looking like?" Richie asked after understanding Jon wasn't going to talk to him.
"Oh." Jon said, having completely forgotten about it and started looking around for paper and pen.
Conveniently, both were next to Richie and he handed it over to Jon.
Richie watched him as he started writing down songs and threw in some suggestions but Jon ignored it.
"You said you'd let me help." Richie pouted.
"Maybe I'd let you help me." Jon corrected him.
"I distinctly recall you saying you’d let me help."
"I don’t." Jon sounded very much like he was in a bad mood.
"I do, I just happened to point out that you’d let me think I helped. Which you still aren’t doing." He pointed out.
"I always do the setlists on my own." Jon was quick enough to point out his own fact.
"But you do usually take a suggestion."
"It's fine the way it is." He only sounded more aggitated.
"That’s why you change it half way through." He wasn't going to give in.
"I don’t do that that often and it works perfectly fine."
"I will laugh if and when you do it tonight."
"Good for you." Jon said annoyed and went back to writing, not once having lifted his head to see Richie.
Richie just rolled his eyes and put his arm around Jon's shoulder. He felt Jon tense beneath him and frowned at the reaction, gently starting to massage Jon's shoulder.
"Relax." He told him.
"I am relaxed."
Richie dug his thumb into the tense muscle a little more. "Oh really?"
"That hurts." Jon complained.
"Relax and it doesn't." He tried to soften it away.
"Stop it."
Richie stopped, feeling rejected once again. "Sorry."
After a few more minutes of being ignored, Richie pulled his arm away. Not understanding at all why Jon seemed to not even be around him suddenly.
Jon finished his setlist and handed it over for Richie to check it over but Richie didn't even look at it.
"I'm sure it's fine." He said, pushing it away.
"Good, I put that one in there anyway." Jon said, meaning one of the songs Richie had suggested earlier.
That made Richie look at the list. "Because I thought so or because you wanted to anyway."
"Cause it's a good song."
"Which is why I suggested it in the first place."
"I know, sorry."
Richie half shrugged and continued stitting there confused witht he cold shoulder he seems to be getting while Jon stared at his setlist.
"Wanna go find supper?" Jon finally asked.
"Sure, anything in mind?"
"Whatever catering has." He shrugged.
"We could go for real food."
"You don't want catering? Catering is good." Jon asked confused, they always ate whatever was being catered at the venue, much easier than going to a restaurant in every city.
"I’m fine with catering, was just asking if you wanted to go out." Richie said.
Jon shrugged. "If you want to."
"I’d rather go out." Richie said and got up off the couch.
"Okay." Jon agreed and slowly got up. "Where do you want to go then?"
"Where I happen to like to go often."
"Don't let me get sick again." Jon said worried.
"It shouldn't make you sick, you've eaten there before."
"Great, lets go." Jon said, ready to go and followed Richie out of the dressing room.
Once in the car, Jon tried to sit somewhat comfortable.
"Good thing they have cushioned seats there." Richie said, noticing him squirming uncomfortably.
"Feels like someone raped my ass."
Richie winced at his choise of wording. "I told you you could stop me."
"Nah, it was fine."
"Just fine?"
Jon shrugged. "It was alright, kinda hurt but I came so it must have been good.
"It hurts less the more often you do it, muscles get stretched."
He shrugged again. "I suppose."
"Then it's just wonderful."
Jon decided to take his chance and ask about what happened earlier. What about after the sex?"
"It’ll always be a little sore, but usually it’s still pleasant knowing the why."
"Yeah I figured that out, I meant what do you do after sex?"
"Depends on the person. Some people like to cuddle after, some don’t. I do."
"Then why didn’t you shower with me?" He felt hurt that Richie hadn't.
"Because then we never would’ve gotten back out."
"So? That would count as cuddling. If I didn’t want to shower with you, I could have washed at the sink." Jon pointed out.
"Trust me, it would’ve been a lot more than a cuddle."
"So?"
"I didn’t want to hurt you more..."
"Sure." He still felt somewhat hurt that they hadn't showered together.
"I'm sorry." Richie felt bad again, like he couldn't do anything right with this whole thing.
"It's fine."
Richie felt guilty again until they arrived at the restaurant and got out. He kept his head down and walked ahead of Jon.
Once he got go the sidewalk he looked over his shoulder to see if Jon was still following but Jon stood still in the middle of the parking lot.
"Aren't you coming?" Richie asked, turning around.
"No."
He started walking back. "Why not?"
"Cause you obviously don't want to be near me."
"That's not true at all!"
"No? You don’t want to shower with me, don’t want have dinner where we usually have dinner with everyone else and now you’re walking half a mile in front of me."
"I wanted to shower with you, but I didn’t know if you’d be happy with me taking it farther again which I would’ve wanted to do. I’m taking you out to a nice place for dinner, and I was only that far ahead of you because you stopped in the middle of the parking lot!" Richie said, very annoyed with it all.
"You were before I stopped, that’s why I stopped." Jon pointed out.
"I thought you were right behind me." Richie said honestly.
"Behind you? Maybe it would be nice if you walked next to me."
"After shrugging me off before? Make up your damn mind."
"I didn't shrugg you off." Jon argued.
"You sat across the room and tensed when I sat with an arm around you and ignored me."
"I was making a setlist."
"I was offering suggestions, which you only took one of because YOU wanted it, not because I thought it would be good."
"I make setlists, usually all alone." Jon pointed out his fact.
"But you’re usually open to suggestions."
"You hardly make any. Whatever, I don’t wanna keep fighting with you." Jon turned around, ready to leave.
"Yes I do." Richie stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder and turning him back around. "And where are you going to go then? I’m your ride remember? And we’re already here."
"I can walk."
"That's across town."
"I'll live."
"Do you want to eat since we're here or just go back there?" Richie asked.
"I don't know."
Richie took a breath, his hand still loose on Jon's shoulder. "Well, we're already here, why don't we just go in and have something good to eat?"
"I guess."
He ran his hand down Jon's arm. "Sorry if I'm being a bit of jerk. I don't mean to be."
"It's fine. I guess I'm doing the same thing, sorry." Jon apologized too.
"It's ok, come on, let's go in."
After a few more minutes he started pushing at Richie so he could get up.
Richie moved away and looked worried at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine." Jon answer.
"You might be a little sore for a bit."
"Yeah, think so." Jon agreed, already feeling it.
Richie smiled sheepishly as Jon carefully got up. "Should get cleaned up."
He followed Jon to the bathroom where Jon found a shower and turned it on, assuming they were going to shower together.
Richie did debate the though of joining Jon in the shower but decided against it since he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself at all and that would make taking a shower completely pointless.
Not paying attention to what Richie was doing behind him, Jon stepped into the shower, figuring Richie would follow in a few seconds but instead of that, he heard the door open and close again and Richie was gone.
Disappointed, Jon finished his shower alone, faster than he usually did and walked out with a towel and got dressed in the dressing room where Richie was sitting on the couch playing his guitar.
Once dressed, Jon sat down in the other couch, keeping his distance from Richie.
A little hurt by that, Richie said. "There's an empty spot beside me."
"You're filling it up with a guitar."
"No I'm not. Guitar's on my lap."
"Still." Jon complained.
Richie put the guitar away and moved to the couch Jon was sitting in.
"Better?" He asked.
"Sure." Jon answered.
Richie sat close to him, happy to be there but still wondering what Jon was thinking about but on the otherside he was afraid to ask him about it.
"What's the setlist looking like?" Richie asked after understanding Jon wasn't going to talk to him.
"Oh." Jon said, having completely forgotten about it and started looking around for paper and pen.
Conveniently, both were next to Richie and he handed it over to Jon.
Richie watched him as he started writing down songs and threw in some suggestions but Jon ignored it.
"You said you'd let me help." Richie pouted.
"Maybe I'd let you help me." Jon corrected him.
"I distinctly recall you saying you’d let me help."
"I don’t." Jon sounded very much like he was in a bad mood.
"I do, I just happened to point out that you’d let me think I helped. Which you still aren’t doing." He pointed out.
"I always do the setlists on my own." Jon was quick enough to point out his own fact.
"But you do usually take a suggestion."
"It's fine the way it is." He only sounded more aggitated.
"That’s why you change it half way through." He wasn't going to give in.
"I don’t do that that often and it works perfectly fine."
"I will laugh if and when you do it tonight."
"Good for you." Jon said annoyed and went back to writing, not once having lifted his head to see Richie.
Richie just rolled his eyes and put his arm around Jon's shoulder. He felt Jon tense beneath him and frowned at the reaction, gently starting to massage Jon's shoulder.
"Relax." He told him.
"I am relaxed."
Richie dug his thumb into the tense muscle a little more. "Oh really?"
"That hurts." Jon complained.
"Relax and it doesn't." He tried to soften it away.
"Stop it."
Richie stopped, feeling rejected once again. "Sorry."
After a few more minutes of being ignored, Richie pulled his arm away. Not understanding at all why Jon seemed to not even be around him suddenly.
Jon finished his setlist and handed it over for Richie to check it over but Richie didn't even look at it.
"I'm sure it's fine." He said, pushing it away.
"Good, I put that one in there anyway." Jon said, meaning one of the songs Richie had suggested earlier.
That made Richie look at the list. "Because I thought so or because you wanted to anyway."
"Cause it's a good song."
"Which is why I suggested it in the first place."
"I know, sorry."
Richie half shrugged and continued stitting there confused witht he cold shoulder he seems to be getting while Jon stared at his setlist.
"Wanna go find supper?" Jon finally asked.
"Sure, anything in mind?"
"Whatever catering has." He shrugged.
"We could go for real food."
"You don't want catering? Catering is good." Jon asked confused, they always ate whatever was being catered at the venue, much easier than going to a restaurant in every city.
"I’m fine with catering, was just asking if you wanted to go out." Richie said.
Jon shrugged. "If you want to."
"I’d rather go out." Richie said and got up off the couch.
"Okay." Jon agreed and slowly got up. "Where do you want to go then?"
"Where I happen to like to go often."
"Don't let me get sick again." Jon said worried.
"It shouldn't make you sick, you've eaten there before."
"Great, lets go." Jon said, ready to go and followed Richie out of the dressing room.
Once in the car, Jon tried to sit somewhat comfortable.
"Good thing they have cushioned seats there." Richie said, noticing him squirming uncomfortably.
"Feels like someone raped my ass."
Richie winced at his choise of wording. "I told you you could stop me."
"Nah, it was fine."
"Just fine?"
Jon shrugged. "It was alright, kinda hurt but I came so it must have been good.
"It hurts less the more often you do it, muscles get stretched."
He shrugged again. "I suppose."
"Then it's just wonderful."
Jon decided to take his chance and ask about what happened earlier. What about after the sex?"
"It’ll always be a little sore, but usually it’s still pleasant knowing the why."
"Yeah I figured that out, I meant what do you do after sex?"
"Depends on the person. Some people like to cuddle after, some don’t. I do."
"Then why didn’t you shower with me?" He felt hurt that Richie hadn't.
"Because then we never would’ve gotten back out."
"So? That would count as cuddling. If I didn’t want to shower with you, I could have washed at the sink." Jon pointed out.
"Trust me, it would’ve been a lot more than a cuddle."
"So?"
"I didn’t want to hurt you more..."
"Sure." He still felt somewhat hurt that they hadn't showered together.
"I'm sorry." Richie felt bad again, like he couldn't do anything right with this whole thing.
"It's fine."
Richie felt guilty again until they arrived at the restaurant and got out. He kept his head down and walked ahead of Jon.
Once he got go the sidewalk he looked over his shoulder to see if Jon was still following but Jon stood still in the middle of the parking lot.
"Aren't you coming?" Richie asked, turning around.
"No."
He started walking back. "Why not?"
"Cause you obviously don't want to be near me."
"That's not true at all!"
"No? You don’t want to shower with me, don’t want have dinner where we usually have dinner with everyone else and now you’re walking half a mile in front of me."
"I wanted to shower with you, but I didn’t know if you’d be happy with me taking it farther again which I would’ve wanted to do. I’m taking you out to a nice place for dinner, and I was only that far ahead of you because you stopped in the middle of the parking lot!" Richie said, very annoyed with it all.
"You were before I stopped, that’s why I stopped." Jon pointed out.
"I thought you were right behind me." Richie said honestly.
"Behind you? Maybe it would be nice if you walked next to me."
"After shrugging me off before? Make up your damn mind."
"I didn't shrugg you off." Jon argued.
"You sat across the room and tensed when I sat with an arm around you and ignored me."
"I was making a setlist."
"I was offering suggestions, which you only took one of because YOU wanted it, not because I thought it would be good."
"I make setlists, usually all alone." Jon pointed out his fact.
"But you’re usually open to suggestions."
"You hardly make any. Whatever, I don’t wanna keep fighting with you." Jon turned around, ready to leave.
"Yes I do." Richie stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder and turning him back around. "And where are you going to go then? I’m your ride remember? And we’re already here."
"I can walk."
"That's across town."
"I'll live."
"Do you want to eat since we're here or just go back there?" Richie asked.
"I don't know."
Richie took a breath, his hand still loose on Jon's shoulder. "Well, we're already here, why don't we just go in and have something good to eat?"
"I guess."
He ran his hand down Jon's arm. "Sorry if I'm being a bit of jerk. I don't mean to be."
"It's fine. I guess I'm doing the same thing, sorry." Jon apologized too.
"It's ok, come on, let's go in."
Thursday, June 6, 2013
25 More!!
Richie was happy to have been able to play half and hour and followed Jon back to his dressing room afterwards. Once the door was shut, he flopped down on the couch, soon enough, Jon sat down next to him.
"What do you wanna do for now?" Jon asked.
"Whatever you want."
"I want you to say what we should do." Jon turned it back around so Richie had to decide.
Richie moved closer on the couch. "You were going to tell me what I was thinking though."
"No, you were going to tell me what you were thinking." Jon smartly pointed out.
"But you can read my mind."
"I just knew you were thinking, I heard you think, I didn’t hear what you were thinking."
Richie rolled his eyes and kissed him. Jon hadn't expected him to do so right then but kissed him back, letting Richie pull him closer as the kiss deepened. Not wanting it to end, Jon wrapped his arms around Richie who pulled him even closer an started laying him down on the couch.
Jon moaned into the kiss even more as Richie laid over him, settling his weight over Jon. With bright blue eyes Jon watched him above him.
Richie started kissing along his jaw and to kis neck, grinding against him as Jon giggled at the ticklish feeling in his neck. Richie smiled and nibbled at a sensitive spot just below Jon's ear, making him squirm beneat him, he pressed against him even more, groaning.
"More." Jon gasped.
Richie moved his hand between them, undoing Jon's pants. Once his hand was inside, he wrapped it around Jon's prick, making Jon moan even more.
Moving back up, he kissed Jon deeply as he jerked him off. Jon still wanted more but was lost in how much he was already turned on by now.
Above him, Richie was still grinding his own clothed, aching cock against Jon's thigh.
"More." Jon groaned.
Richie let go of him and undid his own pants, wanting to be skin on skin too, he started grinding their cocks together, groaning Jon's name as he listened to Jon groaning too. A fleeting though of hoping the door was locked passed him.
Jon grabbed him and kissed him again, now it was Richie's turn to groan into the kiss. Jon hold him so they were facing each other.
"More."
"How much more?" Richie knew what he wanted but didn't know if Jon wanted the same.
"Just more."
Richie ripped Jon's shirt off, letting his hands roam all over him.
"Fuck man." Jon gasped in surprise.
"I'd love to."
"My shirt... Wait, what?"
"You have more." Richie pointed out and sat up on his knees, looking down at Jon. "You're asking for more. I know how much more I want. Do you?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me." Richie ordered him gently.
"Tell you what? I want more, isn't clear enough?" Jon reached back in to kiss him.
"How much more?" He needed to know before they could continue.
"Fuck man. This is a real turn off." Jon complained.
"Then tell me what the hell you want." Richie lowered himself over him, once again resting his weight over him and gently nibbled his ear whispering, "'Cause I want nothing more than to be buried balls deep inside you."
Jon tensed at how close to an orgasm that closeness brought him. "Oh God." He moaned.
Richie grinded against Jan again. "That's what I want. Do you?" He asked again.
Jon nodded, agreeing eagerly. "Yes.
His hands started pushing Jon's pants down farther, groaning in excitement, knowing what was going to happen soon. Jon helped him by kicking them off, then Richie continued to strip himself and moved Jon's legs a part so he could settle between them.
Jon was too lost in his turn on to register what was happening, he just knew he was very hard, very turned on and on the edge of losing it all.
Richie kissed down Jon's neck and chest, stopping at a nipple to give it his undivided attention while his hand roams further down, behind Jon’s sac, his finger pressing lightly against Jon’s hole.
In excitement Jon gasped and moaned at the odd feeling.
Richie kissed back up, kissing Jon as his finger moved further inside him, making Jon groan again. He tried to distract him from the discomfort by kissing him again. He tried to take Jon's mind off his, putting everything into a kiss but Jon groaned.
Finally Richie noticed it was a groan of pain rather than a groan of pleasure and that lube would be a very good thing to have. He pulled away and looked around the small room for something to use.
Jon looked at him, utterly confused.
"Lube. I don't want to hurt you."
Jon looked even more confused, that had already hurt. "Oh... Um... I dunno."
Richie kissed him gently. "I'm sorry, I should've thought of it before I started." He apologized, really sorry.
"It's ok." Jon shrugged, this snap back to reality was turning him down again.
"No, I should've though." Richie kissed him again. "Is there anything in here that would work?" He didn't want to get up if he didn't have to.
"What would you need?" Jon asked as he tried to kiss him again.
Richie kissed him back. "Something slick."
"Like..." Jon asked.
"I don’t know, just anything slick that would make it easier for us both."
"I don't know, check the table." Jon said, waving his hand over to the table by the wall.
Richie looked over, inspecting the table for something he could use.
"Anything?"
"Maybe." He thought he saw something but would have to get up to actually look.
"Go check? You're the one that can actually get up, so go or I guess we don't do that."
Richie was already getting up. "Ah ha!" He was happy because the lotion he had seen would work.
In the meantime Jon was so turned on, he started stroking himself. Richie groaned when he saw Jon and laid back over him, kissing him hungrily.
"You got it that fast?" Jon asked, continuing his motions on himself.
"Didn’t want to waste time not being this close to you."
Richie kissed him again, smiling and coated his fingers in the lotion and moved his fingers back to Jon's hole, sliding one in slowly. Jon gasped and moaned, feeling much better and tightened his grip on himself, looking for even more friction.
Richie was quick to slide in a second fingure, scissoring his fingers to stretch Jon and brushed over his prostate in the process. Jon moaned louder, liking that much better even though it still hurt some.
Knowing how it felt, Richie was trying to keep hitting Jon's prostate as he added a third finger.
Below him, Jon was amazed at how it felt, not sure if it felt that great or not but what Richie was doing was making his dick in his hand much harder than it had been before. He was close to orgasming already.
Richie stretched Jon as best as he could before pulling his hand away and covered his own cock in the lotion that he was using as lube and positioned himself at Jon's entrance looking down at him.
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"Think so." Jon said, not entirely sure anyway.
Richie folded Jon's legs up a bit, making the angle better and slowly pushed himself in. Jon tensed and groaned, not sure still wanted this because this was a lot more then three fingers. Carefully Richie eased himself him, slowly. He groaned as he leaned over Jon and kissed him deeply.
"Relax."
"Trying."
Richie moved his hand between them, wrapping it around Jon's cock, stroking him and kissing him to distract him until he was all the way and held still to let Jon adjust.
Jon moved his hand away and kissed Richie back, waiting to adjust and then waited for Richie to continue.
Moving slowly, Richie nearly pulled out all the way before pushing back in, hitting Jon's prostate, making Jon moan in delight. His head fell backwards on the couch even more.
Even though Jon had adjusted, Richie kept the pace slow, stroking Jon in time with each piston of his hips. Jon wasn't holding himself anymore but he knew he was harder than he had ever been, it was getting difficult to hold back. He couldn't believe he was this turned on.
When Richie groaned his name, Jon last it and came all over himself.
Richie groaned, biting hard on Jon's shoulder, cuming deep inside of him.
Jon moaned at the new and exciting feeling as Richie collapsed on him, breathing heavily but loving the afterglow. Jon too, took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down again.
Coming down from it, Richie kissed Jon's shoudler apologetitcally, he shifted a little and pulled out of him, making Jon sigh deeply. He wasn't sure it was because of the loss of the feeling or relief.
"What do you wanna do for now?" Jon asked.
"Whatever you want."
"I want you to say what we should do." Jon turned it back around so Richie had to decide.
Richie moved closer on the couch. "You were going to tell me what I was thinking though."
"No, you were going to tell me what you were thinking." Jon smartly pointed out.
"But you can read my mind."
"I just knew you were thinking, I heard you think, I didn’t hear what you were thinking."
Richie rolled his eyes and kissed him. Jon hadn't expected him to do so right then but kissed him back, letting Richie pull him closer as the kiss deepened. Not wanting it to end, Jon wrapped his arms around Richie who pulled him even closer an started laying him down on the couch.
Jon moaned into the kiss even more as Richie laid over him, settling his weight over Jon. With bright blue eyes Jon watched him above him.
Richie started kissing along his jaw and to kis neck, grinding against him as Jon giggled at the ticklish feeling in his neck. Richie smiled and nibbled at a sensitive spot just below Jon's ear, making him squirm beneat him, he pressed against him even more, groaning.
"More." Jon gasped.
Richie moved his hand between them, undoing Jon's pants. Once his hand was inside, he wrapped it around Jon's prick, making Jon moan even more.
Moving back up, he kissed Jon deeply as he jerked him off. Jon still wanted more but was lost in how much he was already turned on by now.
Above him, Richie was still grinding his own clothed, aching cock against Jon's thigh.
"More." Jon groaned.
Richie let go of him and undid his own pants, wanting to be skin on skin too, he started grinding their cocks together, groaning Jon's name as he listened to Jon groaning too. A fleeting though of hoping the door was locked passed him.
Jon grabbed him and kissed him again, now it was Richie's turn to groan into the kiss. Jon hold him so they were facing each other.
"More."
"How much more?" Richie knew what he wanted but didn't know if Jon wanted the same.
"Just more."
Richie ripped Jon's shirt off, letting his hands roam all over him.
"Fuck man." Jon gasped in surprise.
"I'd love to."
"My shirt... Wait, what?"
"You have more." Richie pointed out and sat up on his knees, looking down at Jon. "You're asking for more. I know how much more I want. Do you?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me." Richie ordered him gently.
"Tell you what? I want more, isn't clear enough?" Jon reached back in to kiss him.
"How much more?" He needed to know before they could continue.
"Fuck man. This is a real turn off." Jon complained.
"Then tell me what the hell you want." Richie lowered himself over him, once again resting his weight over him and gently nibbled his ear whispering, "'Cause I want nothing more than to be buried balls deep inside you."
Jon tensed at how close to an orgasm that closeness brought him. "Oh God." He moaned.
Richie grinded against Jan again. "That's what I want. Do you?" He asked again.
Jon nodded, agreeing eagerly. "Yes.
His hands started pushing Jon's pants down farther, groaning in excitement, knowing what was going to happen soon. Jon helped him by kicking them off, then Richie continued to strip himself and moved Jon's legs a part so he could settle between them.
Jon was too lost in his turn on to register what was happening, he just knew he was very hard, very turned on and on the edge of losing it all.
Richie kissed down Jon's neck and chest, stopping at a nipple to give it his undivided attention while his hand roams further down, behind Jon’s sac, his finger pressing lightly against Jon’s hole.
In excitement Jon gasped and moaned at the odd feeling.
Richie kissed back up, kissing Jon as his finger moved further inside him, making Jon groan again. He tried to distract him from the discomfort by kissing him again. He tried to take Jon's mind off his, putting everything into a kiss but Jon groaned.
Finally Richie noticed it was a groan of pain rather than a groan of pleasure and that lube would be a very good thing to have. He pulled away and looked around the small room for something to use.
Jon looked at him, utterly confused.
"Lube. I don't want to hurt you."
Jon looked even more confused, that had already hurt. "Oh... Um... I dunno."
Richie kissed him gently. "I'm sorry, I should've thought of it before I started." He apologized, really sorry.
"It's ok." Jon shrugged, this snap back to reality was turning him down again.
"No, I should've though." Richie kissed him again. "Is there anything in here that would work?" He didn't want to get up if he didn't have to.
"What would you need?" Jon asked as he tried to kiss him again.
Richie kissed him back. "Something slick."
"Like..." Jon asked.
"I don’t know, just anything slick that would make it easier for us both."
"I don't know, check the table." Jon said, waving his hand over to the table by the wall.
Richie looked over, inspecting the table for something he could use.
"Anything?"
"Maybe." He thought he saw something but would have to get up to actually look.
"Go check? You're the one that can actually get up, so go or I guess we don't do that."
Richie was already getting up. "Ah ha!" He was happy because the lotion he had seen would work.
In the meantime Jon was so turned on, he started stroking himself. Richie groaned when he saw Jon and laid back over him, kissing him hungrily.
"You got it that fast?" Jon asked, continuing his motions on himself.
"Didn’t want to waste time not being this close to you."
Richie kissed him again, smiling and coated his fingers in the lotion and moved his fingers back to Jon's hole, sliding one in slowly. Jon gasped and moaned, feeling much better and tightened his grip on himself, looking for even more friction.
Richie was quick to slide in a second fingure, scissoring his fingers to stretch Jon and brushed over his prostate in the process. Jon moaned louder, liking that much better even though it still hurt some.
Knowing how it felt, Richie was trying to keep hitting Jon's prostate as he added a third finger.
Below him, Jon was amazed at how it felt, not sure if it felt that great or not but what Richie was doing was making his dick in his hand much harder than it had been before. He was close to orgasming already.
Richie stretched Jon as best as he could before pulling his hand away and covered his own cock in the lotion that he was using as lube and positioned himself at Jon's entrance looking down at him.
"You're sure this is what you want?"
"Think so." Jon said, not entirely sure anyway.
Richie folded Jon's legs up a bit, making the angle better and slowly pushed himself in. Jon tensed and groaned, not sure still wanted this because this was a lot more then three fingers. Carefully Richie eased himself him, slowly. He groaned as he leaned over Jon and kissed him deeply.
"Relax."
"Trying."
Richie moved his hand between them, wrapping it around Jon's cock, stroking him and kissing him to distract him until he was all the way and held still to let Jon adjust.
Jon moved his hand away and kissed Richie back, waiting to adjust and then waited for Richie to continue.
Moving slowly, Richie nearly pulled out all the way before pushing back in, hitting Jon's prostate, making Jon moan in delight. His head fell backwards on the couch even more.
Even though Jon had adjusted, Richie kept the pace slow, stroking Jon in time with each piston of his hips. Jon wasn't holding himself anymore but he knew he was harder than he had ever been, it was getting difficult to hold back. He couldn't believe he was this turned on.
When Richie groaned his name, Jon last it and came all over himself.
Richie groaned, biting hard on Jon's shoulder, cuming deep inside of him.
Jon moaned at the new and exciting feeling as Richie collapsed on him, breathing heavily but loving the afterglow. Jon too, took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down again.
Coming down from it, Richie kissed Jon's shoudler apologetitcally, he shifted a little and pulled out of him, making Jon sigh deeply. He wasn't sure it was because of the loss of the feeling or relief.
Richie was very happy and sated. So glad he had finally made it so far with Jon, knowing for sure that this meant Jon had made up his mind.
Monday, June 3, 2013
24 Green
"He was just asking how I was, we talked a little about you and me. He’s just being a friend, worrying." "Yeah? Then why do you love him?" Jon almost snarled.
"I love him like a brother." Richie gave Jon a funny look. "Why? Feeling a little jealous?"
Jon ignored him. "I know what that means. You used to say you loved me like a brother"
"That was different. I was trying to convince myself of that when it came to you. With him, he really is just my little brother."
"Yeah sure, try to convince yourself of that too." Jon said and left, going back to his dressing room.
Richie was left standing there, shocked, for a moment before he went after Jon. "Jon, Jon hold on."
He caught up and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"If that’s-"
Jon pulled away, went back to his dressing room and slammed the door shut.
Richie followed him in ignoring how hard the door hit his hand when he tried to stop it. He opened the door and shut it again and made Jon listen to him before he continued.
"If that’s how it really was, then why would I have spent the last couple days with you? If that was how it was, don’t you think I would have done something about it when he was single? That’s not how it is."
"You didn’t do anything about it when I was single, so why would I believe that?"
"Because I wasn’t single at the time. When I was and you were, I was trying to figure out what I did wrong, why Danny left, because if I was going to be with you, I didn’t want to screw it up. By the time I got myself figured out, you went and got married."
"Oh sure, so now it’s my fault?!" Jon yelled.
"I didn’t say it was! It’s mine for not wanting to screw it up with you."
"No it’s not!" He still didn't like Richie blaming himself.
"There’s nothing else it could be but my own fear of losing you completely if I screwed it up! Dammit Jon I love you!"
Just then Jon remembered the dressing room wouldn't be sound proof.
"Shut up!"
"Why? You still don’t believe me? Is it so hard for you to believe that I could love you?"
"Just stop yelling."
Richie took a breath and calmed down. "If there was another way that you would listen when you’re angry, then I wouldn’t have had to. But is it so hard for you to believe me?"
"Believe that you love me? No, not really."
"Then why act like that? Questioning it?"
"I don’t question it."
"Then what the hell was that?" Richie waved his hand in the direction of the door.
"I don’t know, me being stupid."
Richie walked over to Jon and pulled him in his arms. "It’s been known to happen a time or two."
Jon simply felt stupid while Richie held him, he was trying to figure out why he was feeling jealous in the first place.
"It’s because you care too." Richie told him as he pulled back and seemingly read Jon's mind.
But Jon wasn't ready to admit that. Richie kissed him chastedly and held him again.
"We have to go to soundcheck." Jon said after a few minutes.
"Alright." Rather reluctantly Richie let go of him. "Let's go then."
"Yeah lets, I still have to make a set list too."
"You'll have it three times oves before the show starts."
"We'll see."
"At least three times." Richie said as he walked out of the dressing room and to the stage.
"You're so sure of yourself. I get them done the first time." Jon followed him.
"And then you change your mind."
"So? Got a problem with me changing my mind?" Jon asked him.
"Only when you change a song in the middle of the show and I've got to suddenly remember how to play it."
"You know the songs when I change them."
"Of course I do, it’s remembering on the spot how to play them because I know if I screw up you’ll get mad at me."
Jon looked shocked those words. "I don't get mad at you."
Richie just gave him a look and raised a brow.
"Shut up." Jon said, knowing what Richie was saying.
Richie smirked.
"Shut it."
"But I never even said anything.
"I could hear you think." Jon argued.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, so stop thinking."
"But I love what I'm thinking."
"Yeah? Tell me after sound check." Jon said as he picked up his guitar.
"Thought you could hear what I'm thinking." Richie went on to introduce himself to Phil and say hi to everyone else.
He caught up and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"If that’s-"
Jon pulled away, went back to his dressing room and slammed the door shut.
Richie followed him in ignoring how hard the door hit his hand when he tried to stop it. He opened the door and shut it again and made Jon listen to him before he continued.
"If that’s how it really was, then why would I have spent the last couple days with you? If that was how it was, don’t you think I would have done something about it when he was single? That’s not how it is."
"You didn’t do anything about it when I was single, so why would I believe that?"
"Because I wasn’t single at the time. When I was and you were, I was trying to figure out what I did wrong, why Danny left, because if I was going to be with you, I didn’t want to screw it up. By the time I got myself figured out, you went and got married."
"Oh sure, so now it’s my fault?!" Jon yelled.
"I didn’t say it was! It’s mine for not wanting to screw it up with you."
"No it’s not!" He still didn't like Richie blaming himself.
"There’s nothing else it could be but my own fear of losing you completely if I screwed it up! Dammit Jon I love you!"
Just then Jon remembered the dressing room wouldn't be sound proof.
"Shut up!"
"Why? You still don’t believe me? Is it so hard for you to believe that I could love you?"
"Just stop yelling."
Richie took a breath and calmed down. "If there was another way that you would listen when you’re angry, then I wouldn’t have had to. But is it so hard for you to believe me?"
"Believe that you love me? No, not really."
"Then why act like that? Questioning it?"
"I don’t question it."
"Then what the hell was that?" Richie waved his hand in the direction of the door.
"I don’t know, me being stupid."
Richie walked over to Jon and pulled him in his arms. "It’s been known to happen a time or two."
Jon simply felt stupid while Richie held him, he was trying to figure out why he was feeling jealous in the first place.
"It’s because you care too." Richie told him as he pulled back and seemingly read Jon's mind.
But Jon wasn't ready to admit that. Richie kissed him chastedly and held him again.
"We have to go to soundcheck." Jon said after a few minutes.
"Alright." Rather reluctantly Richie let go of him. "Let's go then."
"Yeah lets, I still have to make a set list too."
"You'll have it three times oves before the show starts."
"We'll see."
"At least three times." Richie said as he walked out of the dressing room and to the stage.
"You're so sure of yourself. I get them done the first time." Jon followed him.
"And then you change your mind."
"So? Got a problem with me changing my mind?" Jon asked him.
"Only when you change a song in the middle of the show and I've got to suddenly remember how to play it."
"You know the songs when I change them."
"Of course I do, it’s remembering on the spot how to play them because I know if I screw up you’ll get mad at me."
Jon looked shocked those words. "I don't get mad at you."
Richie just gave him a look and raised a brow.
"Shut up." Jon said, knowing what Richie was saying.
Richie smirked.
"Shut it."
"But I never even said anything.
"I could hear you think." Jon argued.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, so stop thinking."
"But I love what I'm thinking."
"Yeah? Tell me after sound check." Jon said as he picked up his guitar.
"Thought you could hear what I'm thinking." Richie went on to introduce himself to Phil and say hi to everyone else.
While he got to practice along with everyone else, he wished he was able to play the concert that night, it hurt knowing that he wouldn't and that this was how far it would go. He missed playing guitar and half an hour of sound check wasn't enough.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
23 Teddy Bear
Meanwhile, Richie was searching for his guitars, finding them in a corner, still in their case.
"Hey dude, those aren't supposed to be out." David said when he noticed someone fiddling with Richie's guitars.
"I'm sure I can play my own guitars." Richie straightened up and smiled as he turned to look at David.
"Oh. What are you doing here? Thought you were missing a leg or something." David asked him.
Richie laughed. "Damn near." He hugged David as a greeting. "What? Not allowed to visit my friends when they're around?" He asked back.
David hugged him back. "Sure you are, just didn't know you were gonne be here, are you staying?"
"Doctor says I’m not allowed to be on stage and play yet. Only got my stitches out the other day. Doesn’t want me to over do it and re-open the wound." Richie explained, still sad he couldn't play.
"That sucks, what about watching the show then?"
"That I’m allowed to do, so that’s what got me here. That and I hadn’t seen the rest of you guys since I left." Richie said.
"Aw I missed you too." David smiled at him.
Richie laughed and want back to play with his guitars. "So you say, but you didn’t come visit me at home." He pretended to put but wasn't really put out at all since he had Jon.
"Jon wasn’t at the hotel, we assumed he was doing icky stuff with you." David said straightforward.
An abashed look appeared on Richie's face. "Does everyone know about us... That?"
"I don’t know. But now I know that’s what you did. Hmmmm, this is good stuff." David grinned happily, having successfully tricked his friend.
"Please keep it to yourself. He hasn’t decided what he wants yet."
"But you’ve done stuff, right? The gay stuff? Did you do that?" David wondered.
"Not all of it. He’s not ready for that. And he still doesn’t know if I’m what he wants, or what he already has is what he wants." Richie still felt guilty about how everything had happened.
"That's shitty of him."
Richie shrugged. "Can't really blame him. I should've just kept it to myself."
"It’s just shitty of him to play with your emotions and stuff, he’s treating you like something he can buy, try and then send back if he’s not satisfied. That’s not right."
"It’s not his fault I threw this on him. But I think... I think he’s more likely to accept me and be with me. If he wasn’t, I don’t think he would be even trying any at all you know? It’s not like him." Richie hoped he was right about that.
"Threw it on him or not, it’s not fair what he’s doing, playing you like this. He needs to make up his mind first. What are you gonna do when he goes home and says he doesn’t think he’s gay and only tried it to try it?" David asked. He couldn't believe how Jon was treating his best friend right now.
He shrugged halfheartedly again. "Go back to the way things were? Try to forget. Try to let go. Probably fail." he looked back down at his guitar, "I don’t know. Maybe see if I can find out whatever happened to Danny."
"Ah Danny." David said as if he knew Danny.
Richie looked up at him, pretty sure nobody knew anything about Danny. "An old friend."
"And you're gonna look him up again? It's been ages, hasn't it?" David continued to act.
"Yeah, it's been a really long time."
"Thought so, maybe you should contact him, find out what happened, maybe it wasn't his fault or your fault."
"I’m not going to if this works out with Jon. Yeah, I’ve always wanted to know why he never came back, but I’m more afraid of the answers. If I have Jon, then I’m better off not finding Danny again." Richie didn't want to think about the pain that Danny had caused him.
"What if it doesn’t work out?" David asked.
"Then I’ll still probably not find him. Say Jon and I don’t work out, and I find Danny. What if he found someone else? What if he’s happy? It’s been a long time. He probably has. I don’t think I could see that and not hate myself."
"Oh Danny was that kind of friend." David said, now understanding everything.
"He was. I haven’t seen him since he said he needed a break and left. That was in ‘87."
"So he was your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. We were together for a year, then Slippery happened, another year went by and then he was gone." Richie explained it all.
"Oh... That's shitty of him too."
"Shit happens. And by the time I was starting to recover a little, Jon got married."
"You should have fallen in love with me, nobody ever gets gay crushes on me." David pouted.
Richie laughed. "Danny thought you were cute. I didn’t disagree. Sorry though Lemma, maybe next time I’ll fall in love with you." He was glad David was able to joke about this.
"Come on, I’m not that far from Jon in the looks department, at least I don’t need to dye my hair blond and I wouldn’t use somebody or just dump them without an explanation." David tried.
"Do you think he is? Using me?" Richie asked worried.
"I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s fair... You don’t like my gorgeous blond curls? I was fishing for a compliment there, you know." He said, faking annoyance. He was glad to be able to joke around with his friend. Jon had been way too grumpy the last few weeks to appreciate a joke.
"You’re beautiful Dave, don’t you worry about that." Richie shrugged. "Life’s not fair though is it?"
"Why thank you, you're gorgeous too." David smiled, then turned a little bit more serious. "Not really no."
"I mean, I tell Jon how I feel, and nearly have my dick cut off. Really isn’t fair at all."
"Nope it’s not. He could have stayed calm, but he never does, does he? Always needs to freak out about stuff."
"A bit anyway." Richie shrugged again. "Not much I can do but hope though is there?"
"Not really, no, sorry."
"‘s not your fault I’m an idiot sometimes."
"Wow, what? Who said you're an idiot?" David asked quickly.
"Me."
"Well don't."
"Can’t help it sometimes. Because I didn’t keep to myself, I’m either going to pull apart a family, or have my heart broken. Seems like something an idiot would put themselves in to me." Richie said.
"You couldn’t keep it to yourself, don’t blame yourself for that. Although, you could have just fallen in love with me, that might have helped." David suggested.
Richie shook his head and chuckled. "Maybe. It's not my fault I didn't."
"No it’s not. It’s alright. I got a wife, I’ll just continue loving her. She’s nice you know." David said.
"I know, I’ve met her a time or two. Nice woman, lucky to have you. and you her." Richie smiled, knowing David had found the perfect partner.
"Yeah, I know. If Jon dumps you, I'm gonna set you up with someone."
"Should I be worried?" Richie asked. "Wait, this is you, I am worried."
"Well you shouldn't."
"And why not?"
"Because I’ve known you for 30 years, I pretty much know everything about you so who better to find someone for you than someone you’ve known for that long and so well?"
"True as that is, which side would you choose from?" Richie wondered.
"I don’t know but at least someone that is as good looking as me, likes music but independent enough to miss you a few months, someone that’s busy with their own lives and job. And if it’s a woman, that’s a plus cause you could have more kids, have a son, name him Davey or something." David shrugged casually.
Richie laughed. "If that ever happened you’d just have me name my son after you or what?"
"As a thank you for me finding a girl for you."
"And if she didn't agree with it?"
"Then you just explain it all, or a middle name, I’m fine with a middle name." David suggested a plan B.
Richie shook his head. "Hopefully it won’t even come to that." He glanced down in the direction of Jon's dressing room.
"Maybe not, but you’re not gonna have kids with Jon."
"I know that, but I know what I want." Richie said.
"Jon or kids, one or the other."
"Although, with Jon, his kids become my step-kids." Richie said.
"That's not the same thing." David pointed out.
"No, but it's better than nothing. At least I know those kids already love me."
"That’s it, you already know those kids, you’re their uncle."
"Yeah, but it’s not too much of a difference between the two. The last thing I’d want to do would be to have them think I’m trying to replace their mother."
"Well that won’t happen. Unless... You don’t want a sex change right?" David asked carefully even though he knew the answer, he was only joking.
"Good god no. Like I’d give up what I’ve got."
"I've heard about it."
"It's worth hearing about." Richie smirked smugly.
"Not really. Not for me."
"I wasn't going to offer."
"Good, I don't need that vision for nightmares." David shuddered.
Richie laughed. "Gee thanks Dave, love you too."
"I knew it! You love me!!!"
"Who doesn't love you?"
"I dunno, people." David shrugged.
"They’re wrong, whoever they are." Richie smiled, happy that David was nice enough to talk to him about the serious stuff, then keep joking too.
"As long as you love me." David hugged him.
"You know I do." Richie hugged him back. "Thanks for that.
David didn't pull out of the hug. "I've always known you love me. Doesn't it feel better now that you've told me?"
Neither of them noticed Jon walking out of the dressing room and up to them.
"Too bad for you that you're just my little brother."
"No!" David said. "You love me."
"What the fuck?!"
Richie jumped when Jon raised his voice, but still laughed. "Easy boys, Dave man, I'm so sorry, my heart is elsewhere." He looked at Jon with half a smile.
David picked up his acting skills again and turned very disappointed. "Really."
"You already knew that. Besides you said you’d have nightmares from that mental image." Richie reminded him.
"Right, I did, oh well then, staying with Lexi then. See you on stage. When’s sound check?" He turned his question to Jon.
"Thirty minutes."
"Plenty of time then." Richie said.
"Yeah, see ya." David left them alone.
Jon waited to make sure David really had left.
"What the fuck was that about?" He asked angrily.
"Hey dude, those aren't supposed to be out." David said when he noticed someone fiddling with Richie's guitars.
"I'm sure I can play my own guitars." Richie straightened up and smiled as he turned to look at David.
"Oh. What are you doing here? Thought you were missing a leg or something." David asked him.
Richie laughed. "Damn near." He hugged David as a greeting. "What? Not allowed to visit my friends when they're around?" He asked back.
David hugged him back. "Sure you are, just didn't know you were gonne be here, are you staying?"
"Doctor says I’m not allowed to be on stage and play yet. Only got my stitches out the other day. Doesn’t want me to over do it and re-open the wound." Richie explained, still sad he couldn't play.
"That sucks, what about watching the show then?"
"That I’m allowed to do, so that’s what got me here. That and I hadn’t seen the rest of you guys since I left." Richie said.
"Aw I missed you too." David smiled at him.
Richie laughed and want back to play with his guitars. "So you say, but you didn’t come visit me at home." He pretended to put but wasn't really put out at all since he had Jon.
"Jon wasn’t at the hotel, we assumed he was doing icky stuff with you." David said straightforward.
An abashed look appeared on Richie's face. "Does everyone know about us... That?"
"I don’t know. But now I know that’s what you did. Hmmmm, this is good stuff." David grinned happily, having successfully tricked his friend.
"Please keep it to yourself. He hasn’t decided what he wants yet."
"But you’ve done stuff, right? The gay stuff? Did you do that?" David wondered.
"Not all of it. He’s not ready for that. And he still doesn’t know if I’m what he wants, or what he already has is what he wants." Richie still felt guilty about how everything had happened.
"That's shitty of him."
Richie shrugged. "Can't really blame him. I should've just kept it to myself."
"It’s just shitty of him to play with your emotions and stuff, he’s treating you like something he can buy, try and then send back if he’s not satisfied. That’s not right."
"It’s not his fault I threw this on him. But I think... I think he’s more likely to accept me and be with me. If he wasn’t, I don’t think he would be even trying any at all you know? It’s not like him." Richie hoped he was right about that.
"Threw it on him or not, it’s not fair what he’s doing, playing you like this. He needs to make up his mind first. What are you gonna do when he goes home and says he doesn’t think he’s gay and only tried it to try it?" David asked. He couldn't believe how Jon was treating his best friend right now.
He shrugged halfheartedly again. "Go back to the way things were? Try to forget. Try to let go. Probably fail." he looked back down at his guitar, "I don’t know. Maybe see if I can find out whatever happened to Danny."
"Ah Danny." David said as if he knew Danny.
Richie looked up at him, pretty sure nobody knew anything about Danny. "An old friend."
"And you're gonna look him up again? It's been ages, hasn't it?" David continued to act.
"Yeah, it's been a really long time."
"Thought so, maybe you should contact him, find out what happened, maybe it wasn't his fault or your fault."
"I’m not going to if this works out with Jon. Yeah, I’ve always wanted to know why he never came back, but I’m more afraid of the answers. If I have Jon, then I’m better off not finding Danny again." Richie didn't want to think about the pain that Danny had caused him.
"What if it doesn’t work out?" David asked.
"Then I’ll still probably not find him. Say Jon and I don’t work out, and I find Danny. What if he found someone else? What if he’s happy? It’s been a long time. He probably has. I don’t think I could see that and not hate myself."
"Oh Danny was that kind of friend." David said, now understanding everything.
"He was. I haven’t seen him since he said he needed a break and left. That was in ‘87."
"So he was your boyfriend?"
"Yeah. We were together for a year, then Slippery happened, another year went by and then he was gone." Richie explained it all.
"Oh... That's shitty of him too."
"Shit happens. And by the time I was starting to recover a little, Jon got married."
"You should have fallen in love with me, nobody ever gets gay crushes on me." David pouted.
Richie laughed. "Danny thought you were cute. I didn’t disagree. Sorry though Lemma, maybe next time I’ll fall in love with you." He was glad David was able to joke about this.
"Come on, I’m not that far from Jon in the looks department, at least I don’t need to dye my hair blond and I wouldn’t use somebody or just dump them without an explanation." David tried.
"Do you think he is? Using me?" Richie asked worried.
"I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s fair... You don’t like my gorgeous blond curls? I was fishing for a compliment there, you know." He said, faking annoyance. He was glad to be able to joke around with his friend. Jon had been way too grumpy the last few weeks to appreciate a joke.
"You’re beautiful Dave, don’t you worry about that." Richie shrugged. "Life’s not fair though is it?"
"Why thank you, you're gorgeous too." David smiled, then turned a little bit more serious. "Not really no."
"I mean, I tell Jon how I feel, and nearly have my dick cut off. Really isn’t fair at all."
"Nope it’s not. He could have stayed calm, but he never does, does he? Always needs to freak out about stuff."
"A bit anyway." Richie shrugged again. "Not much I can do but hope though is there?"
"Not really, no, sorry."
"‘s not your fault I’m an idiot sometimes."
"Wow, what? Who said you're an idiot?" David asked quickly.
"Me."
"Well don't."
"Can’t help it sometimes. Because I didn’t keep to myself, I’m either going to pull apart a family, or have my heart broken. Seems like something an idiot would put themselves in to me." Richie said.
"You couldn’t keep it to yourself, don’t blame yourself for that. Although, you could have just fallen in love with me, that might have helped." David suggested.
Richie shook his head and chuckled. "Maybe. It's not my fault I didn't."
"No it’s not. It’s alright. I got a wife, I’ll just continue loving her. She’s nice you know." David said.
"I know, I’ve met her a time or two. Nice woman, lucky to have you. and you her." Richie smiled, knowing David had found the perfect partner.
"Yeah, I know. If Jon dumps you, I'm gonna set you up with someone."
"Should I be worried?" Richie asked. "Wait, this is you, I am worried."
"Well you shouldn't."
"And why not?"
"Because I’ve known you for 30 years, I pretty much know everything about you so who better to find someone for you than someone you’ve known for that long and so well?"
"True as that is, which side would you choose from?" Richie wondered.
"I don’t know but at least someone that is as good looking as me, likes music but independent enough to miss you a few months, someone that’s busy with their own lives and job. And if it’s a woman, that’s a plus cause you could have more kids, have a son, name him Davey or something." David shrugged casually.
Richie laughed. "If that ever happened you’d just have me name my son after you or what?"
"As a thank you for me finding a girl for you."
"And if she didn't agree with it?"
"Then you just explain it all, or a middle name, I’m fine with a middle name." David suggested a plan B.
Richie shook his head. "Hopefully it won’t even come to that." He glanced down in the direction of Jon's dressing room.
"Maybe not, but you’re not gonna have kids with Jon."
"I know that, but I know what I want." Richie said.
"Jon or kids, one or the other."
"Although, with Jon, his kids become my step-kids." Richie said.
"That's not the same thing." David pointed out.
"No, but it's better than nothing. At least I know those kids already love me."
"That’s it, you already know those kids, you’re their uncle."
"Yeah, but it’s not too much of a difference between the two. The last thing I’d want to do would be to have them think I’m trying to replace their mother."
"Well that won’t happen. Unless... You don’t want a sex change right?" David asked carefully even though he knew the answer, he was only joking.
"Good god no. Like I’d give up what I’ve got."
"I've heard about it."
"It's worth hearing about." Richie smirked smugly.
"Not really. Not for me."
"I wasn't going to offer."
"Good, I don't need that vision for nightmares." David shuddered.
Richie laughed. "Gee thanks Dave, love you too."
"I knew it! You love me!!!"
"Who doesn't love you?"
"I dunno, people." David shrugged.
"They’re wrong, whoever they are." Richie smiled, happy that David was nice enough to talk to him about the serious stuff, then keep joking too.
"As long as you love me." David hugged him.
"You know I do." Richie hugged him back. "Thanks for that.
David didn't pull out of the hug. "I've always known you love me. Doesn't it feel better now that you've told me?"
Neither of them noticed Jon walking out of the dressing room and up to them.
"Too bad for you that you're just my little brother."
"No!" David said. "You love me."
"What the fuck?!"
Richie jumped when Jon raised his voice, but still laughed. "Easy boys, Dave man, I'm so sorry, my heart is elsewhere." He looked at Jon with half a smile.
David picked up his acting skills again and turned very disappointed. "Really."
"You already knew that. Besides you said you’d have nightmares from that mental image." Richie reminded him.
"Right, I did, oh well then, staying with Lexi then. See you on stage. When’s sound check?" He turned his question to Jon.
"Thirty minutes."
"Plenty of time then." Richie said.
"Yeah, see ya." David left them alone.
Jon waited to make sure David really had left.
"What the fuck was that about?" He asked angrily.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
22 Annoying little brothers
Matt saw Richie leave Jon's dressing room and went to talk to Jon. He knocked on the door as he was walking in.
"You know, usually people knock and wait to be let in." Jon said a tad annoyed.
"Most people aren't me though." Matt at least had the decency to close the door behind himself. "Care to explain why you ditched and didn't stay at the hotel?"
"No, not really." Jon said.
"I can just go and ask Richie since he just left this room. I'm sure he'd tell me why no one else was invited to stay at his house."
"Why do you ask me if you know anyway?" Jon asked, still a little annoyed with his younger brother.
"Because you’re my brother and the hickey on your neck tells a lot."
"Solves your question then." He turned around and went to check in the mirror how noticable it was.
Matt sighed and walked over. "I’m asking because I don’t want to see you get hurt having to choose is all."
"I'm not hurt."
"That’s not what I mean and you know it. You’re going to have to choose one or the other." Matt started to get annoyed with Jon now too.
"But not yet."
"But you will, and someone’s going to get hurt. I just don’t want to see you being hurt because you thought you made the wrong choice or something." Matt tried, he didn't want to see his brother hurt at any time.
"I'm not." Jon insisted, really not wanting to talk about it.
"Yet."
"Nope."
"But it could very well happen." Matt pointed out.
"I'll figure it out, you'll see, no need to worry."
"It's my job to worry."
"No it's not, it's your job to manage security and stuff. Whatever your job is." Jon tried to point out but missed the point Matt was making.
Matt rolled his eyes. "It's my job as a brother to worry about you."
"But you don’t have to, I got everything figured out."
"I might not have to, but I’m going to anyway. You do?" Matt asked surprised.
"Well no, but I will."
"Have you talked to Dot at all? About all this?" Matt asked.
"Yeah we talked, a few times."
"About Richie though?"
"Yes." Again, Jon completely missed the question Matt was asking.
"How’d she take it? That you’re even trying this with Richie?"
"She doesn’t know THAT part." Jon clarified for him.
"Well it won’t take long to figure it out when people see that during the show." He pointed at the hickey on Jon's neck.
"I've got make-up."
"Because you're not going to sweat that off."
"Shut up. I'll tell her when I make up my mind about it all." Jon said, going straight back to being annoyed. He needed to make his own decision, not other people constantly reminding how important his decision would be.
"I’m not going to tell her. Just don’t take forever to decide or you’ll lose them both."
"I’m not, I told Richie I’d decide when the tour was over." Jon said, he'd make up his mind soon.
"If not before, knowing you."
"We'll see."
"Guess we will." Matt got up to leave.
"Buh-bye." Jon said and turned back to the mirror.
"You know, usually people knock and wait to be let in." Jon said a tad annoyed.
"Most people aren't me though." Matt at least had the decency to close the door behind himself. "Care to explain why you ditched and didn't stay at the hotel?"
"No, not really." Jon said.
"I can just go and ask Richie since he just left this room. I'm sure he'd tell me why no one else was invited to stay at his house."
"Why do you ask me if you know anyway?" Jon asked, still a little annoyed with his younger brother.
"Because you’re my brother and the hickey on your neck tells a lot."
"Solves your question then." He turned around and went to check in the mirror how noticable it was.
Matt sighed and walked over. "I’m asking because I don’t want to see you get hurt having to choose is all."
"I'm not hurt."
"That’s not what I mean and you know it. You’re going to have to choose one or the other." Matt started to get annoyed with Jon now too.
"But not yet."
"But you will, and someone’s going to get hurt. I just don’t want to see you being hurt because you thought you made the wrong choice or something." Matt tried, he didn't want to see his brother hurt at any time.
"I'm not." Jon insisted, really not wanting to talk about it.
"Yet."
"Nope."
"But it could very well happen." Matt pointed out.
"I'll figure it out, you'll see, no need to worry."
"It's my job to worry."
"No it's not, it's your job to manage security and stuff. Whatever your job is." Jon tried to point out but missed the point Matt was making.
Matt rolled his eyes. "It's my job as a brother to worry about you."
"But you don’t have to, I got everything figured out."
"I might not have to, but I’m going to anyway. You do?" Matt asked surprised.
"Well no, but I will."
"Have you talked to Dot at all? About all this?" Matt asked.
"Yeah we talked, a few times."
"About Richie though?"
"Yes." Again, Jon completely missed the question Matt was asking.
"How’d she take it? That you’re even trying this with Richie?"
"She doesn’t know THAT part." Jon clarified for him.
"Well it won’t take long to figure it out when people see that during the show." He pointed at the hickey on Jon's neck.
"I've got make-up."
"Because you're not going to sweat that off."
"Shut up. I'll tell her when I make up my mind about it all." Jon said, going straight back to being annoyed. He needed to make his own decision, not other people constantly reminding how important his decision would be.
"I’m not going to tell her. Just don’t take forever to decide or you’ll lose them both."
"I’m not, I told Richie I’d decide when the tour was over." Jon said, he'd make up his mind soon.
"If not before, knowing you."
"We'll see."
"Guess we will." Matt got up to leave.
"Buh-bye." Jon said and turned back to the mirror.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
21 I like playing with yours
Together they walked to the car and Richie started driving
"Lucky you left your guitars." Jon said as they drove.
"I trust you guys with them."
"That means so much to me." Jon said sarcastically.
"It should." Richie smiled.
"Ah... That was sarcasm though."
"I know, but it still should. You know how much I love them."
"As much as me?" Jon wondered.
"Almost."
"You love your guitars more than me?" Jon faked shock.
"I said almost. That means no, I love you more than them."
"I'd understand if you loved your guitars more." Jon said honestly. He knew what the love for an instrument was.
"But I don't. The only things I might love more than you are my parents and my daughter but that's a different kind of love anyway."
"Yeah, that's true." Jon agreed.
"That puts you at the top of the list then." Richie said happily.
"Luck me. You're still at the top of my friend's list."
"You're topof that one too."
"Awesome." Jon said, now sounding a little excited about it. "I really am lucky."
"That you are."
They went back to silence until they were almost at the Staples center.
"So you happy to see everyone?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, it’ll be good to see everyone else. Apologize profusely for getting hurt."
"You’re not apologizing for anything."
"And why not? I’m the one that’s not there." Richie clarified again.
"Because it was my fault, we’ve been over this, no apologizing." Jon told him strictly.
"It's just as much my fault."
"We're not doing this again." Jon said resolutely, meaning their arguing about who's fault it was.
Richie sighed. "Yes dear."
"Good boy, now park right over there please." Jon pointed at a parking space close to the doors.
"There we go, lets go do soundcheck and I might let you help with the set list." Jon said as Richie parked the car.
Richie laughed. "No, you’ll let me think I’m helping."
"Same thing." Jon argued.
"Is not."
"It's close enough. Would you rather not help? No problem if you rather have Dave make stupid jokes about everything." Jon suggested instead.
"He does that anyway."
"I can encourage him." Jon threatened.
"He doesn't need encouragement." Richie said quickly.
"Then be good." Jon got out of the car.
"I'm always good." Richie smirked as he got out and followed Jon.
"I'll let you believe that."
Richie continued walking behind Jon, admiring his ass. "Oh but I know it. You'renot so bad yourself."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jon asked, stopping at the doors.
"Means exactly what I said."
"In which way?" He pulled open the door and walked in.
"In that you're a great person."
"You're so sweet." He held the door open for Richie.
"I do try."
"I've noticed, you're getting so good at it." Jon continued walking, finding his way around the venue, greeting people as they passed by.
"I should hope so."
"Yeah very sweet and all but lets not mention that around here."
Richie rolled his eyes. "Well according to you everyone already knows anyway."
"They know about you." Jon clarified. He didn't want people to think he had done anything with Richie.
"So I don't have to change how I act then, now do I?"
"Just don't be touch and lovey dovey."
"I'll just be myself."
"That's how I like you best." Jon smiled.
Jon found their crew and announced that they had arrived but we're going to his dressing room. Richie waved happily at everyone and greeted them all.
In Jon's dressing room they were alone again and Jon sat down on the couch, looking around his room.
"I'll probably do sound check in a while."
"Do I still get to play in?" Richie asked.
"That was the reason why you came wasn't it?" Jon asked.
"And to just be with you longer."
"I suppose, so yeah, you're still playing at sound check." He got up from the couch." I need pick out clothes."
"That's easy enough." Richie caught up with him at the wardrobe.
"I can pick my clothes you know."
"You always pick the same ones thought."
"So? That's easy and I like them." Simplicity was easiest.
"Change is a good thing sometimes you know." Richie said.
"No, it's not." Jon said.
"Sometimes it is." Richie meant something entirely different than the wardrobe.
"I like things how they are."
"Some thigns that's fine. But what about others?" Richie turned to face him.
"What other?" Jon gave him a questioning look.
"Me."
"I like where we are."
"But it shows that some change is good... isn't it?" Richie asked insecure.
"Yeah, kinda."
"I'll take that."
"Good." Jon went through his clothes.
"Guess so." There was a guitar right next to the wardrobe and Richie just had to touch it and started fiddling with it.
"If you wanna go find your guitars, I'm not stopping you."
"I can play yours just as well as mine." Richie shrugged.
"Yeah, but they’re mine, not yours. So go play with yours."
Richie smirked and looked at Jon suggestively. "But I'd rather play with yours?"
"Guitars?"
"Those too."
"Go play with your guitars." Jon told him, half chuckling.
"Lucky you left your guitars." Jon said as they drove.
"I trust you guys with them."
"That means so much to me." Jon said sarcastically.
"It should." Richie smiled.
"Ah... That was sarcasm though."
"I know, but it still should. You know how much I love them."
"As much as me?" Jon wondered.
"Almost."
"You love your guitars more than me?" Jon faked shock.
"I said almost. That means no, I love you more than them."
"I'd understand if you loved your guitars more." Jon said honestly. He knew what the love for an instrument was.
"But I don't. The only things I might love more than you are my parents and my daughter but that's a different kind of love anyway."
"Yeah, that's true." Jon agreed.
"That puts you at the top of the list then." Richie said happily.
"Luck me. You're still at the top of my friend's list."
"You're topof that one too."
"Awesome." Jon said, now sounding a little excited about it. "I really am lucky."
"That you are."
They went back to silence until they were almost at the Staples center.
"So you happy to see everyone?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, it’ll be good to see everyone else. Apologize profusely for getting hurt."
"You’re not apologizing for anything."
"And why not? I’m the one that’s not there." Richie clarified again.
"Because it was my fault, we’ve been over this, no apologizing." Jon told him strictly.
"It's just as much my fault."
"We're not doing this again." Jon said resolutely, meaning their arguing about who's fault it was.
Richie sighed. "Yes dear."
"Good boy, now park right over there please." Jon pointed at a parking space close to the doors.
"There we go, lets go do soundcheck and I might let you help with the set list." Jon said as Richie parked the car.
Richie laughed. "No, you’ll let me think I’m helping."
"Same thing." Jon argued.
"Is not."
"It's close enough. Would you rather not help? No problem if you rather have Dave make stupid jokes about everything." Jon suggested instead.
"He does that anyway."
"I can encourage him." Jon threatened.
"He doesn't need encouragement." Richie said quickly.
"Then be good." Jon got out of the car.
"I'm always good." Richie smirked as he got out and followed Jon.
"I'll let you believe that."
Richie continued walking behind Jon, admiring his ass. "Oh but I know it. You'renot so bad yourself."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jon asked, stopping at the doors.
"Means exactly what I said."
"In which way?" He pulled open the door and walked in.
"In that you're a great person."
"You're so sweet." He held the door open for Richie.
"I do try."
"I've noticed, you're getting so good at it." Jon continued walking, finding his way around the venue, greeting people as they passed by.
"I should hope so."
"Yeah very sweet and all but lets not mention that around here."
Richie rolled his eyes. "Well according to you everyone already knows anyway."
"They know about you." Jon clarified. He didn't want people to think he had done anything with Richie.
"So I don't have to change how I act then, now do I?"
"Just don't be touch and lovey dovey."
"I'll just be myself."
"That's how I like you best." Jon smiled.
Jon found their crew and announced that they had arrived but we're going to his dressing room. Richie waved happily at everyone and greeted them all.
In Jon's dressing room they were alone again and Jon sat down on the couch, looking around his room.
"I'll probably do sound check in a while."
"Do I still get to play in?" Richie asked.
"That was the reason why you came wasn't it?" Jon asked.
"And to just be with you longer."
"I suppose, so yeah, you're still playing at sound check." He got up from the couch." I need pick out clothes."
"That's easy enough." Richie caught up with him at the wardrobe.
"I can pick my clothes you know."
"You always pick the same ones thought."
"So? That's easy and I like them." Simplicity was easiest.
"Change is a good thing sometimes you know." Richie said.
"No, it's not." Jon said.
"Sometimes it is." Richie meant something entirely different than the wardrobe.
"I like things how they are."
"Some thigns that's fine. But what about others?" Richie turned to face him.
"What other?" Jon gave him a questioning look.
"Me."
"I like where we are."
"But it shows that some change is good... isn't it?" Richie asked insecure.
"Yeah, kinda."
"I'll take that."
"Good." Jon went through his clothes.
"Guess so." There was a guitar right next to the wardrobe and Richie just had to touch it and started fiddling with it.
"If you wanna go find your guitars, I'm not stopping you."
"I can play yours just as well as mine." Richie shrugged.
"Yeah, but they’re mine, not yours. So go play with yours."
Richie smirked and looked at Jon suggestively. "But I'd rather play with yours?"
"Guitars?"
"Those too."
"Go play with your guitars." Jon told him, half chuckling.
"Alright, fine." Richie said as he walked out of the room. He could talk to the rest of the guys now too. See his other friends.
Monday, May 20, 2013
20 Think I Got This
Richie finally let Jon's hand slip from his, hoping he was right in guessing what Jon was about to do.
Slowly he felt Jon's hand wrap around his cock, he groaned and Jon started stroking him.
He had been waiting a long time to get to this, he lightly bucked into Jon's hand as Jon started grinding against his ass. Richie relaxed more and leaned his head back, still groaning, feeling Jon stroke his cock and grind his own against his ass.
"Wanna turn around now?"
"I might." Richie said but didn't turn and thrusted into Jon's had, looking for more friction.
""Just turn over already." Jon said slightly annoyed because Richie wouldn't wouldn't turn around earlier either.
Richie finally turned over and pulled Jon tight against him, crushing their mouths together. Jon didn't expect it but kissed him back anyway and Richie started grinding their cocks together.
"No."
Richie stilled instantly.
"Now will you lay down?" Jon asked.
"I am laying down." Richie pointed out.
"On your back would be easier."
Richie raised a brow but did it anyway and laid on his back.
"What?"
"I'm just doing what you're asking."
"Didn't ask you to look confused." Jon said, wondering why he was confused, was this alright?
"I'm curious is all."
"Of course." Jon realized.
He reached over and pushed Richie's legs apart and moved to sit between them. Richie was more than happy to spread his legs for Jon, wondering how far Jon would take this.
"Don't get mad, okay?" Jon asked unsure.
Richie hesitated. "Okay?"
"And don’t blame yourself or whatever." Jon added.
"For what?"
"Whatever."
Richie only gave him a very confused look.
Jon sighed. "Just don’t blame yourself, yet again, for whatever happens next."
It didn't clear anything up for Richie, he was still confused. "I'll try not to."
"Great." Jon said and started stroking him again.
Jon pulled in time to watch Richie come, he smiled and was quite pleased with himself.
"Guess that wasn't half bad?" Jon asked.
"We should get ready." Jon said when he finished and got up again.
"Do we have to?" Richie instantly pouted.
"Yes we do."
"I don't wanna." He pulled out his best acting skills and acted like a child.
"Well too bad, get up."
"Ugh fine." But still made no attempt to move.
"Come on, be a good bay, or no more blow jobs for you."
Richie almost move as fast as lightening and got out of bed.
"Thought so."
Jon put his boxers on and went to Richie's closet while Richie put on a pair of pants.
"Where's that shirt I got you?" Jon asked from inside the closet.
"Which one?"
"The batman one."
"Should be on the left side." Richie tried to help him.
"Okay."
Jon found it and handed it over to Richie.
"Thanks." Richie said and pulled it on.
Jon walked over to the bag of clothes he brought and unzipped it.
"You could just take mine, you know." Richie kinda wanted him to.
"Yours?"
"Why not?"
"Your shirt?" Jon asked to be sure.
"Yeah."
"What if somebody noticed."
"Does it matter that much? Friends borrow things anyway." Richie said.
"I'm always ready."
Slowly he felt Jon's hand wrap around his cock, he groaned and Jon started stroking him.
He had been waiting a long time to get to this, he lightly bucked into Jon's hand as Jon started grinding against his ass. Richie relaxed more and leaned his head back, still groaning, feeling Jon stroke his cock and grind his own against his ass.
"Wanna turn around now?"
"I might." Richie said but didn't turn and thrusted into Jon's had, looking for more friction.
""Just turn over already." Jon said slightly annoyed because Richie wouldn't wouldn't turn around earlier either.
Richie finally turned over and pulled Jon tight against him, crushing their mouths together. Jon didn't expect it but kissed him back anyway and Richie started grinding their cocks together.
"No."
Richie stilled instantly.
"Now will you lay down?" Jon asked.
"I am laying down." Richie pointed out.
"On your back would be easier."
Richie raised a brow but did it anyway and laid on his back.
"What?"
"I'm just doing what you're asking."
"Didn't ask you to look confused." Jon said, wondering why he was confused, was this alright?
"I'm curious is all."
"Of course." Jon realized.
He reached over and pushed Richie's legs apart and moved to sit between them. Richie was more than happy to spread his legs for Jon, wondering how far Jon would take this.
"Don't get mad, okay?" Jon asked unsure.
Richie hesitated. "Okay?"
"And don’t blame yourself or whatever." Jon added.
"For what?"
"Whatever."
Richie only gave him a very confused look.
Jon sighed. "Just don’t blame yourself, yet again, for whatever happens next."
It didn't clear anything up for Richie, he was still confused. "I'll try not to."
"Great." Jon said and started stroking him again.
Richie liked it and started groaning again. Carefully Jon leaned in but kept on stroking, Richie watched him lean in even further and starting to get hesitant. He tried to keep still, not wanting to scare him off but Jon pulled back anyway.
"How?"
"Try to do to me, what you like being done to you." Richie said, making it sound very simple.
"But how do I start?"
"Just." Richie tried to think coherently. "Go with what you think is right."
"Okay." Jon leaned back in.
Richie watched him again, seeing how Jon was unsure of what he was doing but leaned in so his lips were against his dick. Richie had to bite his lip to keep his groan in. Slowly Jon's mouth opened and took him in. Unable to hold his groan any longer, Richie let is go and fought to not thrust into Jon's mouth.
Jon tried to suck, being unhandy about it. Richie didn't care, he loved the feeling of Jon around him and couldn't hold back a small thrust. Trying to make up for his unhandiness, Jon added some licking, still trying to suck too.
Richie's fingers twined in Jon's hair and groaned his name, thinking how well Jon was doing for the first time. Especially when Jon started sucking even harder, he started getting close.
"Jon..." He tried to warn him.
"How?"
"Try to do to me, what you like being done to you." Richie said, making it sound very simple.
"But how do I start?"
"Just." Richie tried to think coherently. "Go with what you think is right."
"Okay." Jon leaned back in.
Richie watched him again, seeing how Jon was unsure of what he was doing but leaned in so his lips were against his dick. Richie had to bite his lip to keep his groan in. Slowly Jon's mouth opened and took him in. Unable to hold his groan any longer, Richie let is go and fought to not thrust into Jon's mouth.
Jon tried to suck, being unhandy about it. Richie didn't care, he loved the feeling of Jon around him and couldn't hold back a small thrust. Trying to make up for his unhandiness, Jon added some licking, still trying to suck too.
Richie's fingers twined in Jon's hair and groaned his name, thinking how well Jon was doing for the first time. Especially when Jon started sucking even harder, he started getting close.
"Jon..." He tried to warn him.
Jon pulled in time to watch Richie come, he smiled and was quite pleased with himself.
"Guess that wasn't half bad?" Jon asked.
Richie chuckled a bit breathlessly. "I'd say that was great."
"Really?" Jon asked hopeful.
"The evidence is all right here." Richie indicated the mess.
"Should clean that up then."
"Probably." Richie agreed but made no effort to do so.
Instead Jon got up from to bed and went to get a wash cloth. When he returned he sat back on the bed and gently cleaned Richie up.
"Really?" Jon asked hopeful.
"The evidence is all right here." Richie indicated the mess.
"Should clean that up then."
"Probably." Richie agreed but made no effort to do so.
Instead Jon got up from to bed and went to get a wash cloth. When he returned he sat back on the bed and gently cleaned Richie up.
"We should get ready." Jon said when he finished and got up again.
"Do we have to?" Richie instantly pouted.
"Yes we do."
"I don't wanna." He pulled out his best acting skills and acted like a child.
"Well too bad, get up."
"Ugh fine." But still made no attempt to move.
"Come on, be a good bay, or no more blow jobs for you."
Richie almost move as fast as lightening and got out of bed.
"Thought so."
Jon put his boxers on and went to Richie's closet while Richie put on a pair of pants.
"Where's that shirt I got you?" Jon asked from inside the closet.
"Which one?"
"The batman one."
"Should be on the left side." Richie tried to help him.
"Okay."
Jon found it and handed it over to Richie.
"Thanks." Richie said and pulled it on.
Jon walked over to the bag of clothes he brought and unzipped it.
"You could just take mine, you know." Richie kinda wanted him to.
"Yours?"
"Why not?"
"Your shirt?" Jon asked to be sure.
"Yeah."
"What if somebody noticed."
"Does it matter that much? Friends borrow things anyway." Richie said.
"Yeah I guess. Which shirt?"
Richie went in his closet and looked for one, having found one he handed Jon a sexy blue one.
"Blue?"
"I’m pretty sure it is yes. It’s good on you."
"Okay." Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Are you going to tell me which jeans too?"
"I can try. Mine are bigger than yours."
"I brought two pair." Jon offered.
"Have they been washed recently?" Richie joked, knowing Jon's habits.
Jon actually had to think about it. "Uhm, don’t think so but they’re not dirty."
Richie laughed. "I’ll look through what might fit you, but get dressed anyway."
"How am I supposed to get dressed if you’re gonna get something for me to wear?" Jon asked him.
"Get dressed in what you have incase I don’t find some for you."
"I can do that."
Jon pulled a pair of jeans from his bag and get dressed, at the bottom of his bag he found some socks to put on too.
"Are you ready yet?
Richie didn't find pants for Jon and got dressed himself.
Richie went in his closet and looked for one, having found one he handed Jon a sexy blue one.
"Blue?"
"I’m pretty sure it is yes. It’s good on you."
"Okay." Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Are you going to tell me which jeans too?"
"I can try. Mine are bigger than yours."
"I brought two pair." Jon offered.
"Have they been washed recently?" Richie joked, knowing Jon's habits.
Jon actually had to think about it. "Uhm, don’t think so but they’re not dirty."
Richie laughed. "I’ll look through what might fit you, but get dressed anyway."
"How am I supposed to get dressed if you’re gonna get something for me to wear?" Jon asked him.
"Get dressed in what you have incase I don’t find some for you."
"I can do that."
Jon pulled a pair of jeans from his bag and get dressed, at the bottom of his bag he found some socks to put on too.
"Are you ready yet?
Richie didn't find pants for Jon and got dressed himself.
"I'm always ready."
"Lets go then." Jon said, looking at his watch.
"If we must." Richie sighed.
"We must, come on, if you're good, I'll let you play guitar during sound check too."
"Really?" Richie sounded honestly hopeful.
"Yeah but then you'd have to come with me, you know."
"I'm good with that."
"Then hurry up. Fuck man." Jon complained, since when did it take so long to get ready?
"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm yourself."
They walked downstairs and Jon waited by the front door while Richie got his wallet and car keys.
"Ready?"
"If we must." Richie sighed.
"We must, come on, if you're good, I'll let you play guitar during sound check too."
"Really?" Richie sounded honestly hopeful.
"Yeah but then you'd have to come with me, you know."
"I'm good with that."
"Then hurry up. Fuck man." Jon complained, since when did it take so long to get ready?
"I'm coming, I'm coming, calm yourself."
They walked downstairs and Jon waited by the front door while Richie got his wallet and car keys.
"Ready?"
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