This story is complete and utter fiction - 100%
fantasy. All main characters, environments and locations are
fictitious. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is
purely coincidental. All famous names are added for the
story line and provide no assurances of approval or
condemnation to the subject of gay sex.
That over with this story is a love story between two
men of consenting age and contains sex descriptions of a
gratuitous nature. If this story, or your reading it, is
illegal or offensive then you are directed to delete it
immediately.
If you got this far then either you're persistent and
on your own or this just might be `right up your street'.
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it.
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can be written directly to romanticiser@geocities.com.
Love Song
Romanticiser 1998.
Part 15 of 18
Daniel's knees trembled with the effort of holding
himself up, His chest expanding and shrinking with the
rapidly drawn breaths. My mouth still fastened to him like a
leech, sucking the last remnants of his orgasm, with my
hands holding him steady by the cheeks of his arse.
As his breathing settled down I felt his hands move
from their grip on my shoulders to softly rise up my neck
and lift my head off his rapidly softening cock. Looking up
at him, watching his face as he lowered himself down to me.
He licked his lips as he pulled me to my feet and into his
arms. His face barely an inch away as his eyes drilled into
me. Pulling me closer our faces tilting as the kiss started.
His soft lips overlapped mine, his tongue lingering at
the entrance of my mouth running around the inside of lips.
I again tasted heaven, to be pressed so tight, to feel his
skin wherever my hands stroked and caressed. My tongue
trying to locate his as it roamed only for it to slip and
slide along me before retreating to his own mouth and then
rapidly returning.
Needing to feel his tongue against mine, to taste him,
I pulled my hands up and held his face tight against mine.
My tongue lunging into his mouth, feeling his stroke the
underside and then slip by its side to caress as much as
possible. My body slumping against his even as my hands and
lips tried to hold him.
My jeans bulging with confined passion from the feel of
his body. I pressed into him, rocking my body against his.
Daniel pulled back and then gently separated us as I
moved forward with him. He looked down and I followed his
gaze, His cock was no longer soft, it was steadily climbing
back to full mast. In a slightly self mocking tone he
whispered. "Jesus H. What have you done to me."
I lifted his face and closing the distance between us
"Love you any way I can." This time I locked my lips to his,
my tongue ramming into his mouth as my hands pulled his
shoulders into me. His eyes widened as he returned my dreamy
gaze. His green rimmed pupils so wide I felt I could fall in
them forever.
The kiss went on, my body wild on the contact with his.
My soul in my mouth, warmed and exhilarated with each touch
of his tongue.
I broke the kiss, feeling something was wrong, my hands
feeling the tension in his back. Daniel's mouth was taking
part but his body wasn't. His hands were on my hips, holding
them steady and away from him.
Knowing I sensed something wrong Daniel quickly
defended himself. "Your jeans were rubbing me, it's still a
bit sensitive, you know."
"Sorry!"
Lifting my arm and pulling it over his shoulder he said
"Don't be sorry about it, let's do some thing about it
instead." Walking hip to hip, he guided me into the small
bedroom. The two small single beds against each wall,
bedding still unmade from Jan and Craig staying. Choosing
the one opposite the window he lowered me down at the top.
After pulling the sheet and blankets down to the bottom, he
pulled me central in the bed and then reached for the
buttons on my jeans. "Let's get rid of these."
I raised my hips as he pulled my jeans down to my
knees. Kneeling he lifted each foot and removed my trainers
and socks. Grabbing the hem of my jeans he stood up and
pulled. I grabbed the bed to stop myself being pulled off as
my jeans slipped down my legs.
Daniel threw my jeans on the other bed, and I reached
for my T-shirt. As I pulled it off I felt his hands at my
waist, his fingers slipping into my boxers. With one arm
still in the T-shirt I lifted myself and felt the sticky
material slide down my legs.
I felt Daniel's hands push me on to my back as he
gently lowered himself on top and our lips drew together. My
hands roaming over his soft skin as our tongues danced and
caressed.
The weight of him lying on me, the pressure from his
groin on mine as our dicks rubbed and slid along each other
was getting me hotter than I thought possible. This was
better than that first morning, I was fast approaching the
point of no return again. I tried to slow down, to enjoy us
being together longer but Daniel seemed intent on speeding
up, grinding in to me, his body a steady weight above his
waist and below a pumping machine.
I tried to pull away from the kiss and get my breath,
Dislodging his lips they travelled down the side of my face
and found my ear. Daniel nibbled and suckled on my earlobe
as I panted, trying to stop the orgasm, willing it not to
happen. Like a limpet his mouth latched on and his tongue
forced its way into my ear and like Canute trying to stop
the tide, my climax was upon me. My hands pulling his
shoulder down as I humped urgently and out of control. The
churning and pressure built up fast with an eternity spent
in that second of ultimate pleasure before the rush of
liquid love made its escape.
With the release, a peaceful lassitude and love for my
man swept over me. I gently slid my hands down from their
tenacious grip on his shoulders and lightly stroked my way
down his sides. I slid them onto their favourite home, where
they always wanted to go. Pulling hard on his butt I pulled
him down hard, mashing us together. His hips still pumping
froze and with a blast of heat on my neck and a groan Daniel
quivered. His cock hard against mine blasted off, shot after
shot, mixing with mine, spread thin like a glue joining us
together. His muscles clenching and thrusting with no where
to go.
Time slowed down with our passion spent. Daniel tried
to lift his weight from me but I gripped him tight, not
wanting to be ever freed of that burden.
He settled against me, his head resting by mine. Our
breathing returned to normal as my hands gently caressed
all within my reach. Daniel tried to get up again and once
again I pulled him back. He lifted his head and looking down
at me, his eyes roaming around my face before looking deep
into my eyes. He pecked quickly at my lips and I tried to
lift my head to take all those kisses and return them in a
slow sensual one but he withdrew back. "At least let me pull
up the sheets, my back is cold."
I released him immediately, ashamed of my selfishness.
Daniel once more pecked my lips and then lifted himself on
to his knees. The cool air rushing in between us, chilling
against my warm skin. He reached behind himself for the
sheet and blankets pulling them up over us as I guided him
back down on top of me.
Settling his chest on mine I pulled the blankets up
over our shoulders as Daniel initiated a long, slow and very
deep kiss. Our heads rocking against each other as we tried
to reach deeper parts. Turning slightly we inched our way to
our sides, arms locked around each other. Guiding our
movements through one kiss after another. I felt happy and
peaceful in his arms, safe from the outside world knowing
he'd protect me. My words few for the feelings I contained
"I love you."
"I know."
Tired and contented, wrapped in the arms of the one I
love, feeling his gentle breath on my cheek, I drifted off.
..............
I woke suddenly, my eyes opening to see Daniel pulling
away from me, his eyes watching my face. "Sorry, I didn't
want to wake you, go back to sleep. You need it."
Standing up by the side of the bed he adjusted the
blankets and quietly left the room.
I closed my eyes but as my ears detected the sound of
the shower they opened again. Knowing it would be a waste of
time trying to get to sleep again, I pulled back the covers.
Fresh cold air, shocking to my skin and waking me up
further, I sat up. An itching in my groin pulled my body out
of a stretch and I looked down. I needed a shower. "Daniel!"
Walking back into the room he said "I told you to get
more sleep."
Not letting him guide the conversation I stood up,
feeling ticklish pulls at my pubes. "I need a shower too!"
"You can't, not with that bandage."
"Then I'll take it off" Bending over I peeled back the
sticky tape and rolled back several wrappings. With the lack
of tension the rest slipped of my ankle. "Now I can have a
shower."
Chuckling to himself he came up to me. "OK. I get the
message, come on then." Half carrying me, and half guiding
me we walked into the bathroom.
Steam billowed out over the top of the curtain, misting
up the mirror and leaving a warm damp atmosphere. Daniel
pulled back the curtain and tested the temperature. After
checking that there was soap in he tray he pulled us both
inside. As the water ran over us and flattened the hair to
my head I slid my hands through it, angling it backwards.
Needing both of my feet to stand I lowered my left leg and
applied weight, tightening my face in concentration against
the pain I expected. Feeling little if I only steadied
myself I smiled.
His face close, with water runs down his nose and
cheeks he said "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yeah!" I reached for the soap and started rubbing a
creamy lather in my hands. "Undo your ponytail, I'm going to
wash your hair after."
"OK. OK. I'm undoing it." As his arms lifted I cleaned
his armpits, lightly teasing by pulling the soft red hairs.
He flinched "Hey stop that!"
I manoeuvred him out of the flow of water and started
to rub the soap into his skin. My hands pressing and
massaging his skin. The red hair a dark crimson. I rubbed
down his ribs and Daniel gasped and flinched away. "I'm
sorry .. I forgot."
"It's OK. they're tender, but no real damage." His
hands coming back down as his long hair spread out. A
curtain of red behind his pale skin. Pulling him back into
the flow I rinsed him of the suds I had created.
"Turn around"
Without hesitation he turned, his broad back tinged
with dark freckles came into view, high round buttocks with
deep dimples in the sides below. Trying to keep my mind on
my job I lathered up my hands and slowly spread it over his
shoulder blades avoiding his hair and tried to rub it in.
Moving his hair over his shoulder, I freed his back to my
ministrations. Up to his broad neck, soaping the large
muscle running from his neck to his shoulders and down to
the thin waist. Riding my hands over his lateral muscles and
inwards feeling the depression either side of his spine.
Soaping my hands up again I started at his waist and
went lower, massaging those hard cheeks of muscle, feeling
them flex and move below the tight skin. My hand slipped
around, the fingers daring to enter the dark crevasse
between. His body flexed and pulled away.
"How can I clean you if you keep moving?"
"I'm not used to this, I've never had anyone clean me
there before." His voice unsteady and nervous.
I chuckled "Well that's OK then, because I've never
done it before either." He laughed and relaxed against my
probing fingers.
Taking it slowly and enjoying it more because of that,
I re-soaped my hands and slid them lightly in to that
indentation above his tail bone.. Half pulling him and half
turning him I rubbed one soapy hand across the front of his
waist and down into his pubes as my other travelled lower
entering the crack.
Daniel reached up and held on to the shower rail and
croaked "Oh God!" His body tense and immobile.
Moving both hands lower I cleaned the top of his crack,
feeling the muscles tense and push at my hand as I cleaned
each side before pressing deep in to the join. My other
hand sliding down and cupping his balls, kneading them and
feeling a growing pendulous weight flip from side to side
with my movements, briefly to lay its weight on my thumb and
fingers before bouncing away.
Slipping even lower behind I felt that tiny wrinkle of
skin and the muscular iris of skin, his anus. Cleaning each
side repeatedly whilst crossing over that sensitive spot. In
front my hand climbed to hold his half erect cock. The skin
slipping and sliding under my lathered hands.
Daniel groaned even more. His hips jerking backwards
and forwards, his knuckles white on the stainless steel
rail. The feel of him under my hands and the knowledge of
how I was affecting him was getting my cock to respond as
well.
His gyrating hips and my slick movement frequented more
moans, one finger teasing and twisting on that rosebud of
flesh, the other hand sliding up to the top of his staff to
slide over the top before sliding back down.
Wanting to be closer, to feel him against me, not just
in my hands I stepped closer. My lips sucking at the
enticing hairs in his armpit, licking at the skin whilst his
arms held rigidly to that steel rail.
His body wanting to go in three directions at once
trembled beneath my hands and as the tip of my finger
pressed as though to enter him and I held his foreskin tight
down at the base of his rampant, throbbing meat. I sucked at
the skin below his armpit.
Daniel groaned even more and whimpered. "I'm cumming"
his breath uneven, then stopped and all his muscles
tightened before white hot liquid erupted, my hand now
jacking him off for all I was worth.
Slowing down and stopping, just holding him against me
I stayed still until his breathing softened from the hard
gasps as he relaxed.
His head turned to face me, his eyes locked on mine as
his hands let go of the rail, to fall useless by his sides.
I unhooked the bottle of shampoo off the shower controls and
flipped open the lid. As I poured some in to my cupped hand
Daniel moved into the stream of water, thoroughly wetting
his hair.
Turning again so that his back was towards me he tilted
his head back. His long straight hair hanging down away from
his back. Rubbing the soap into his scalp and then using
both hands on the red wave hanging down his shoulders, I
washed his hair. He stayed so still as I washed and pulled at
his hair, cleaning it for as long as I wanted. "OK. Rinse."
Straightening up he left me to run my fingers through
the fine hair, rinsing all the soap off and down the plug.
Pulling slightly on his shoulders he silently took one step
back out of the spray and I slicked his hair back, over his
ears. Pulling his hair tight over his head and down between
his shoulders, pressing the water out with both hands.
As he turned again to face me I said "I'm sorry I can't
clean your legs but I can't get down there."
He pulled me into his arms pressing my cool body
against his warm one. "Hush, It wasn't my legs that needed
washing.". He tilted my head down and kissed my forehead.
"Thank you."
Suddenly the water changed to freezing cold, both of us
screamed with the shock and stepped out of the way. Daniel
reached for the controls and quickly turned it off. "Sorry
babe, I can't wash you now."
It slipped out of him, passing his unknowing lips. It
didn't register in his ears. It didn't pass mine and I felt
my heart flutter, my eyes going wide with his words. I
crossed over the small space, the pain in my ankle a faint
memory and pulled him into my arms, hugging him tight.
"What did I do? I'll make it up to you - I swear." I
pulled back and kissed him deeply with all the love in my
heart flowing out to him.
..............
Chapter 10: Love is all around.
Daniel pulled me out of the shower and set about drying
me, ignoring the rivulets of water that ran down his body. I
tried to return the favour but he refused "Forget it, It
isn't warm and I want to get you back in your clothes before
you catch a cold." After drying me, he wrapped a towel
around me and led me back to the bedroom whilst I complained
about him getting cold.
The hallway wasn't empty, Tony was stood there a mug of
steaming coffee in each hand. "Here drink this. It'll warm
you up."
For a fraction of a second both of us stood there,
surprised that he was there and then I remembered Daniel was
naked, I stepped in front of him, hiding us both behind the
small towel. A shooting pain in my foot making me wince.
Daniel told Tony "Leave them in the kitchen and .. we'll
be out in a second."
Tony turned around and calmly walked into the kitchen
as if nothing had happened. "OK, we'll be in here."
Rushing me into the bedroom he sat me on our bed and
pulled all my clothing together by me. I handed him the
towel and he dashed out for the rest of his, still lying in
the bathroom.
We both hurriedly dressed and I was tying up the last
of my trainers as Daniel came in to help me into the
kitchen. His damp hair swinging unfettered around his
shoulders.
Tony was sat at the table and John was hitched up half
resting on one of its corners. Drinking coffee and waiting
for us, Daniel sat me at one chair and stood by the cooker
as there were no more chairs.
We had hardly picked up the mugs before Tony started,
with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face. "I presume
you've managed to patch things up then?"
I could feel my face getting red even as John chided
Tony for embarrassing us. I pulled the mug up to my lips,
trying to hide behind its normality.
Daniel distracted their attention away from me "I
though you were going to leave us alone together. That's
what you said."
John responded "We did .. have. It's nearly six and
Dave's mum will be serving in half an hour. There isn't any
food here so we though we'd come and see how things were
going and if you wanted a meal."
I was surprised at how much time had gone by. I looked
at Daniel and he looked as surprised as me.
"First though." I turned back to face John "We need to
know how you want to handle this. The band and.." looking at
me. "..your parents all know what happened yesterday but
none know what happened today. The band thinks Dave is
recovering and your parents think there has been a
rehearsal."
He paused before continuing. "The two of you have to
decide what you want people to know..."
Tony chipped in "What John is driving at is that. Are
you a couple or not? Are you gay or not?" I quickly turned
to face Daniel watching his face go pale, paler than normal
almost ashen in colour. I pulled my eyes away unable to see
or hear what was coming.
John put his hand on Tony's shoulder and said "I
wouldn't have put it that way nor would I have been so blunt
about it but now the damage is done and we have to go
ahead."
"David, what are your feelings towards Daniel, do you
want him to stay with you? Do you want your parents to
know?"
I looked stricken back to Daniel's face, grey and
unreadable.
Knowing they wanted an answer but unwilling to scare
Daniel I deferred to him. "Daniel is the one you need to
ask."
John was fast, not allowing Daniel to respond. "No -
It's your decision, they're YOUR parents and YOUR feelings."
He walked over and resting his hand on my shoulder. "What
are you feeling now. Talk to me please."
"I'm scared."
"Scared of what? Scared of your parents finding out?" I
shook my head. "Scared of the band finding out? Again I
shook my head. "What are you scared of then?"
I was taking a quick look at Daniel's pale face when
the next question battered at my ears "Do you like Daniel?"
My answer was automatic "No - I love him." Daniel's
eyes on me, green and deep, large and fathomless."
"So you want him to stay?"
My answer was quiet but in the silence of the room
still seemed loud "Yes."
"Do you want the band and your parents to know about
you and Daniel?"
I didn't answer. I could feel tears running down my
cheeks.
"David?"
"Can't you leave him alone. He doesn't want to answer,
he doesn't have to?" Daniel's angry words filling the room.
John turned to face him. "Then you answer because
that's what he's waiting for."
"Huh!"
"He's afraid of scaring you away, He wants the world to
know but he's afraid you'd run."
I grabbed John's arm wanting to shut him up. Afraid
he'd push Daniel away. He was right about my fear, why I
wouldn't answer. But he was pushing him away..
John didn't stop but dug in unmercifully "You're the
reason he wont answer, If he says `yes' he's afraid he'll
scare you away, if he says `no' then he casts you out -
either way he loses the one he loves. Well how are you going
to answer?"
Tony stood up. Pulling me out of the chair he turned me
towards Daniel and pushed. After one step, my ankle started
to fail and I nearly fell. Daniel stepped quickly away from
the cooker and caught me, pulling me into his arms, cradling
me protectively, stroking my head against his shoulder. "You
all right babe?" I nodded, safe in his arms.
Daniel's eyes angry at the abuse turned to face John
and Tony "You bastards." His voice fading out silent the
force robbed from his retort.
I looked up from his chest to see two smiling faces.
Tony and John faced each other and Tony lowered his arms,
hands upturned and out. John's response were his arms
raised, hands facing down and out. Together they snapped
their hands against each other. "Good work Tony."
"I thought you played beautifully."
"Yes but you got the timing perfect."
Turning to face us they smiled and Tony said "Haven't
you ever seen good psychiatrist..."
"..Bad psychiatrist" finished John.
..............
Part 16 of 18
The journey back in the car was troubled, Daniel was
quiet, lost in his own thoughts and John and Tony seemed
happy in silence. I wanted to talk to Daniel but I didn't
want them in on the conversation.
The bright light from the glass kitchen door was like a
beacon of inviting warmth in the chill air but I was afraid
of what was coming. Daniel got out and walking around to my
side, helped me out and up to the steps.
I held tight on to him and I whispered into his ear.
"Daniel!" He turned to face me. "I love you, If you don't
want anyone to know then I'll be silent. I'll do anything
you want but please don't leave me."
He hugged me tight with a weak perturbed smile on his
lips.
My mum was walking out of the kitchen, table mats in
hand. She smiled at us as we opened the door and walked in
"How was your day dear, got another song done. You've just
arrived in time for dinner, your father will be finished in
a couple of minutes and then we'll eat." She then vanished
behind the door into the dining room, laying the table.
I looked at Daniel, trying to communicate without
words, how did he want me to play it. I didn't want to lie
but for him I would. "OK. Mum..."
My voice fell silent as Daniel interrupted me "We
didn't have a rehearsal today Mrs. Tremain."
She reappeared heading for the cutlery drawer. "Oh I
thought that..."
"Nah, Tony and John pushed us together to sort out what
happened."
She turned to face us "Oh!" She tried to read the
answer and when none was forth coming she turned back, her
hands rifling the drawer for knives and forks.
Daniel stood silently by my side and I was just as
lost, Daniel's voice had been unreadable, emotionless.
I looked at the clock, six twenty-five. "Mum does Dad
need any help?"
"No dear, Harry's been helping him, they'll both be in
to wash up in a minute or two."
Inside I cringed.
"Go and get ready, I'm going to start putting things
out. There'll be more than plenty .... I thought all of you
would be coming."
Daniel supported me as I took off my trainers and then
removed his own. After putting both pairs in the 'clean'
room he helped me in to the dining room. Tony and John
following shortly afterwards.
Daniel left me at my chair and moved to sit opposite
me, the place he had sat at before. I didn't want to let go
of him, I needed him for moral support, he needed support,
together we were strong - complete. Separate I felt weak,
inadequate and nervous, my mind screaming for him to stay by
me but no words or movement transmitted that.
Tony and John sat next to us, one either side. In
silence we waited.
Mum appeared with a wide casserole in her hands,
protected from the heat by a couple of tightly folded tea
towels. "You all look chilled to the bone. This will warm
you up, it's one of David's favourites - Lancashire hot
pot."
She picked up the lid, lifting it up and quickly turned
it upside down, and carried it back into the kitchen.
The smell of the lamb stew with its browned topping of
sliced potatoes enveloped us all as my dad and Harry entered
the kitchen talking about something ... me!"
Their voices loud and vibrant. "You should hear them, I
couldn't believe it, Nat King Cole's song turned around and
sung by my son."
"Your biased, I'll grant you he may be a good singer ...
but better than Nat..."
Their voices fading slightly as they entered the
Qclean' room. The sound of running water a background to
their conversation.
"I'm telling you he is. I never heard him sing before.
He always avoided the choirs and plays at school. You'll
just have to listen to him yourself."
"Maybe I should, then I wouldn't get an over balanced
view."
I lost my appetite.
"An over balanced view? Ask Anne. Anne isn't David a
good singer?"
Before she could answer Harry interjected. "That's not
what you said. You said he was better than Nat King Cole!"
Their voices already loud got louder as they walked
into the dining room. Dad looked at the half empty table,
the argument forgotten. "Where is everyone? I thought that
everyone would want something to eat."
Mum answered as she entered with a bowl of broccoli.
"They didn't have a rehearsal today. Now sit down before
everything gets cold."
As he sat down he looked at me, questioningly. "How
come you didn't have a rehearsal? Don't you have that record
deal on Wednesday?"
I floundered at his questions, unable to answer.
"Mr. Tremain, Mrs. Tremain."
It was Daniel's voice, soft and nervous.
Dad still looking at me slowly turned to face Daniel. I
could feel the pressure of everyone's stares on Daniel, his
face going slightly paler.
"There wasn't a rehearsal today because it was felt
that David and I needed to sort some things out...." His voice
didn't end the statement and I could see him swallow the
butterflies in his stomach before continuing, his Adam's
apple bobbing.
All in a rush he surprised everyone at the table. "Mr.
Tremain, Mrs. Tremain would you please allow me the honour
of taking your son out?" An almost unheard of formality,
asking for my parents consent to date me.
Absolute silence, nothing but a sea of stunned faces,
mine with the widest smile growing and tearful eyes.
Dad's face slowly rotated to look at me still shocked.
Mum recovered faster than dad and answered for them.
Her voice unsure at the start "Thank you, Daniel. You are a
very remarkable and courteous young man. I don't believe we
have any problems with you ... taking David out but I honestly
think you should ask David."
Daniel faced me across the table looking me in the
eyes, mine going blurry "David, will you do me the honour of
going out with me?"
Heads swivelled around to take in my reply.
I could feel tears running, tears of joy. I couldn't
have been happier. My voice cracking with the emotion I
felt. "I can't think of anything I'd like more in the world
than to go out with you, Daniel."
Everyone sat still watching me and Daniel look at each
other.
"Congratulation's Dave." Tony's voice amplified by a
pat on the back, hardly felt. I was already on cloud nine.
..............
After the quiet meal Tony and John said they had to go
home but they'd be back tomorrow for rehearsals at one,
sharp.
Stood in the kitchen by the back door John pulled us
out of the house. "I'm sorry if we were rough on you this
afternoon, but I think in the end it worked out for the
best."
Tony hugged John to his side and continued "After
talking to both of you yesterday and this morning, we didn't
think you could make it unless you both realised how much
you feel towards each other."
John shook both our hands. "I don't really like to play
it abusive, but attacking is sometimes the only way to drive
somebody to display their true feelings. I hope you can
forget how we treated you and still call us friends."
With a wave they both walked to the car. As John
unlocked the door he stopped and called to us. "Have a good
night and remember you have to decide whether to tell the
band. We'll support you either way but if you are going to
tell them, then do it soon."
As we watched them leave Daniel pulled me close. "Do
you want to tell the band."
"I don't really care as long as were together, that's
all that's important to me."
"I suppose we should, I'm not sure about the rest of
the world though."
"Well then let's just leave it with the band."
Turning me around he pulled us towards the house "Brrr,
it's getting chilly, let's go inside."
I stopped him. "Before we go I want to say that I'm
very proud of what you did tonight. You've made me the
happiest man in all the world!" I pulled him into my arms
and kissed him, deeply, letting him feel all the love I
felt.
When we separated he hugged me close and with my arm
across his shoulders we walked back inside.
There was an almost surreal quality to that evening, I
lay with my legs out along the sofa, leaning back and
resting my head on Daniel's shoulder. His arm around me and
resting on my chest.
The TV was on, some wildlife programme, I honestly
don't remember which one as I had a light 'buzz' on as my
dad had served drinks and I was already on my second
Southern Comfort.
My parents were sat together on one of the big chairs.
Dad told us to go to bed at eleven. "You two, can do the
milking tomorrow morning I need my beauty sleep."
I pulled my self up and Daniel stood up with me.
Leaning over I kissed my mum goodnight and then kissed my
dad's shocked face. "I love you both. Thank you for
understanding."
My mum mumbled something but my dad looked hard at
Daniel "You hurt him again and I'll finish the pasting I
gave you."
"Dad!"
"Go on, get to bed, but remember up at four. I'm
turning my alarm clock off."
As we walked into the hall Daniel's voice was quiet and
subdued. "You parents really love you." I didn't answer as
his question seemed rhetorical.
A plaintive melancholy whisper "I wish my parents had
been like yours."
I turned to face him. kissing him lightly on his lips
and held him tight. Words an unnecessary addition.
We headed up the stairs. At the top I called out "Night
all."
Their shouted reply "Goodnight!" faint.
Closing the bedroom door Daniel led me to the bed and
sat me down on one corner.
"Do you want a shower?"
With a smirk on his face his reply "What is it with you
and showers? Is it that you want to get your hands on me." I
couldn't help it I blushed, he had hit the nail on the head.
"I'm right aren't I babe?" I couldn't look at him in the eye
and I looked down.
He pushed me back on to my back, straddling me he
looked into my face. "I turn you on that much?" Feeling my
face get redder I nodded. He sank on to me and kissed me
passionately, his hands holding my head so that his tongue
could almost reach my throat.
I pulled him tight against me, our legs intertwining as
I rolled him over and returned the depth of kiss. Our hands
trying to undress each other whilst keeping our mouths
engaged. I got his shirt unbuttoned and slid my hands up his
chest feeling his defined abdomen and chest with that soft
downy red fur line. Feeling him moan in the kiss as my hands
rubbed over his nipples, I curled my hands over his chest
attacking those dark stiff nubs with my thumbs.
To get my T-shirt off we had to separate. My voice
husky with desire "God I want you?" My hands going for his
belt.
He looked up at me and gently cupped my chin. "You
don't know what it means to me - to be desired so much." He
pulled me down and our warm skin pressed against each other
as our kiss resumed. Passion and lust and love all mixed
together, drowning in sensation after glorious sensation.
I pulled us apart and went for his jeans again. Daniel
lay as if crucified, his arms stretched out beside him, his
eyes watching me fumble with the buttons. Getting the last
undone I slid off him and pulled them down and off. His
socks next and then I went for his boxers.
Daniel held on to his waistband. "Not until your naked
too." Clothes flew everywhere as I rapidly complied with his
wishes and then pounced onto his boxers.
Pulling them down over the hardened cock. Bright red
and stiff, the large tube running underneath pronounced and
heavy. His boxers didn't get past his knees before I had him
groaning.
Daniel pulled me off despite my resisting, up to his
mouth and he kissed me long and hard rolling me onto my
back. He straddled me, pulling his shirt off and throwing
it away. "Now I've got you. I want to do to you what you did
to me in the shower. I've been dreaming of this for hours,
you nearly drove me insane."
He grabbed my wrists as my arms reached for them. "Your
going to grab the bed. Not me." At my look he leaned over
"Understand?" I nodded. He laid my arms out and I grabbed
the edges of the mattress. "No moving!"
I called him as he got up from the bed. "I just need a
couple of things - now stay there!"
I waited for a few seconds listening to a tap running
and then he came out with a towel, a bottle of hand cream,
an erection and a very wicked grin. Getting back on to the
bed he said "I going to enjoy this. You on the other hand
are going to love it."
Sitting between my legs he pulled the towel between my
legs "Up" I arched off the bed and collapsed back down when
he said OK, the towel under me.
"OK it's time." He lifted my legs and put them on his
shoulders making me fully accessible to him. "Now remember
babe - no moving."
Pouring out a handful of lotion into his hands he
started to rub it into my waist. And then I went ballistic.
His hands separated one diving to rub below my balls and
slowly moving into the crack of my butt as the other slipped
around kneading my balls and jacking me off. I moaned in the
delightful torture, staying still was the hardest thing
almost impossible, Daniel admonished me several times with
"Still!" Even his words didn't stop me from jumping when his
fingers touched my hole. Exquisite spine tingling chills ran
up and down my spine, my bottom half rocking and thrusting
out of control.
I don't think Daniel meant to do it but when two of his
fingers rubbed as I rocked, they slipped in I groaned at
first with stretching pain and then with pleasure and rocked
down hard on his fingers. Fucking myself on his digits,
pulses of light and colours in front of my eyes. Daniel
twisted the fingers in me as he jacked my cock up to the
brink only to fall back as Daniel stopped. Dribbled more
hand cream on my throbbing cock only to restart pumping me
after I calmed a little. During the third time his fingers
twirled inside and touched something, firing me beyond
anything I had ever felt. The words were out, driven out by
a need so strong. "Fuck me, please, fuck me."
Daniel's hands stopped, withdrew and my body relaxed
and complained at the lack of intense feelings. His voice
seemed shocked at first and then negative "Babe! Are you
sure? I can't I don't have a condom."
"I don't care, I love you, fuck me please. I need you
in me." I pulled my legs back wide opening myself to him
completely. My body and mind resolved and wanting, needing
him. "Daniel please, I can't stand it. I want you in me -
Now."
The order seemed to snap him out of inaction. Slicking
himself up with his greasy hands. He approached carefully
pressing my knees back to adjust the angle. Penetration was
tinged with pain and a slightly uncomfortable full feeling.
I could have withstood any pain, my love was now in me,
joined with me.
He rocked slightly slipping in little by little. Then
fireworks, he touched that spot and my mind flipped. I
pulled him in to me in one thrust, gasping at the shock and
burning feeling. His body resting on mine. Holding himself
up with his arms over my legs as our lips locked in the most
powerful kiss yet.
Pumping slowly inside he pulled back and pushed. My
tongue in his mouth urging him faster. He groaned and rammed
hard. My muscles clamping down as he tried to pull back.
Sweat stung my eyes, dripping into my eyes. Daniel seemed
possessed, his hips thrusting against me, hitting that spot
of ecstasy on every thrust. My cock forgotten, rubbed only
by Daniel's soft hairy abdomen and pushed by the ramming I
received, I blew. Harder, longer and more powerfully than I
thought possible, a pleasure so strong it was almost pain.
My hands clawing at Daniel's back as I held on for dear
life.
Daniel grunted and then croaked "Jesus!" and I felt his
muscles go rigid and immobile except one, that one jerked
and thrashed inside me before delivering molten lava in
forceful spasms.
..............
Part 17 of 18
Chapter 11: Things can only get better.
The van was quieter as we pulled out of the motorway
services, Jan was now driving and John was sat with Tony in
the set of seats in front of me and Daniel, Michael and
Martin were half asleep, eyes closed, heads leaning against
each other like book ends. The only conversation was Craig
and Jan in the front.
Looking out of the side windows I watched the lorries
in the slow lane as we passed them, edging a little forward
each second, it looked like we were only doing a couple of
miles an hour faster and you could easily see all the
details on the almost stationary juggernauts with their
wheels all a blur.
My mind wandered back over the last week, twelve days
really and how things had changed. I was now a singer in a
band going down to London for a record deal, my lover - my
gay lover by my side. My thoughts turned to Daniel as they
usually did and how he was now accepted at home. He even
called my parents mum and dad.
He had moved in with us and although my ankle was now
healing and I could walk fairly well, you would usually find
us walking shoulder to shoulder with our arms around each
other, relaxed and quiet in the fields watching the birds
dip and dive for the first feed of the day. It had taken a
few days before the cows had accepted him and for him to
accept the cows. I smiled as I remembered that first
morning.
Groggy with such an early start, we had got up, I told
Daniel not to bother with a shower as we would want one
after milking and then went down for a drink. My mum had
loaded the coffee maker ready for both of us and it burped
and wheezed at us as we walked into the kitchen.
Sat opposite each other on the breakfast bar, sipping
coffee. I looked into Daniel's tired face, puffy bags under
his eyes and a trail of hair, he'd missed when he made his
ponytail, hanging down one side. He yawned again, his eyes
hardly open at all.
"What's..." he paused as another yawn took control
"..up."
A smile on my face. "Nothing, I'm just looking at the
man I love."
He smiled and putting his mug down he got off the stool
and arched his back, his arms out stretched to the limit. As
he collapsed back into himself he said "I don't know how you
do it every morning. This'd kill me!"
"You get used to it. It isn't as pleasant in the dark
winter months but in summer when the sky is bright and the
sun is just coming up it's nice to feel its warmth on your
face. Everything smells fresh and the fields glisten with
the morning dew."
I looked at the clock, it was time, I drained my mug.
"Ready?"
"OK but you'll have to tell me what to do." He quickly
drained his mug and put it on the counter next to mine.
As he came around and helped me up and into the 'clean'
room. I tried to clear his worries. "The cows know the
ropes, you'll hardly have to do anything at all."
I passed him my dad's boots and heavy plastic bib and
braces. "Here, you wear these, they'll be a bit big but you
don't want to get your own clothes dirty." Sitting on the
bench seat I pulled on my own, the stained yellow bib and
thighs marked with years of use.
"David, ... last night ... I want to tell you.." I
looked at his face as he struggled for words. "When we....
I just wanted to say ..."
I put my hand on his shoulder stopping him dressing and
fighting for words. He turned to look at me, his eyes bright
and wide. "It's OK. love, I wanted it too."
We finished getting dressed in silence and as he helped
me up he kissed my lips. A quiet whispered "Thanks!" as he
put his shoulders under my arm.
The sky was just getting light, the West dark, East a
grey light filtering down. I steered us over to the cow
shed and turned on the power. The lights sprang into
brightness showing pen after pen made from steel piping.
Hooked above each pen the suction cups and rubber hoses were
coiled, awaiting use.
I started the pumps and drained the steriliser from
each glass bottle against the wall. "Right, can you go down
and switch each bottle tank to 'Rinse' but make sure all the
liquid has emptied first." I showed him where the rotary
switch was and how it had to be turned to the left.
Daniel went down the line, unsure to start off but
rapidly becoming more confident as he cleared the thirty
pens.
"OK done. What now?"
"Well we switch this." I pulled a large lever and a
pipe banged with the sudden release in pressure as the first
tank rapidly filled with clean water and sprayed out of the
hose, in six little jets, above the pen. Then we watched as
the tank drained empty and ready for use as the second began
to fill. "Now we go and get the cows."
The field the cows were in was only about a hundred
yards but it took us a few minutes to get there. We left the
gates open as we passed through. The herd was pulled
together by the gate waiting for us. Marmery was first as
usual, her yellow tag hanging from her left ear.
"OK. Open the gate and let them through, they know
where to go." Daniel opened the gate and Marmery stepped
forward her head turning to one side as Daniel walked in
front swinging the gate open. Daniel stayed the other side
holding the gate. Marmery just watched him, and then at my
voice she looked forward and started to cross the field.
Jessica and Heidi a couple of steps behind. We waited until
the last cleared the gate and then Daniel closed it.
As we walked back following the cows Daniel asked
"Shouldn't we lead them?"
"No, you don't need to, Marmery knows where to go and
the rest will follow. They want to be milked, the pressure
builds up and can be painful."
"Marmery?"
"The leader, she was the one watching you. The one with
the yellow tag. She isn't keen on strangers."
"Oh!"
"Don't worry, she'll get used to you in a couple of
days."
The cows were crowded, patiently waiting by the barred
entrance to the shed. "OK if you pull that bar out and let
thirty through but make sure to check the colour of the
tags, don't let a red one through."
Daniel reached over and pulled the bar out, unblocking
the way. Marmery stepped through followed by Jessica and then
Heidi in single file. Daniel's voice counting as each one
stepped through "One, two, three... twenty-eight, twenty-nine
and thirty." He pushed the bar forward and blocked the rest
of the herd.
"Next?"
"We go and milk them."
Inside the air was warm and pungent with the smell of
cows. Daniel's voice load "Jesus!"
"Forget it, you wont even be able to smell it in ten
minutes. Can you grab that bucket over there?" I pointed to
a white enamelled bucket sat in the corner on the opposite
side from the pens. Daniel came back with it and I pulled a
cloth from the steriliser inside. Wringing it I said "OK now
watch this." With Daniel one side and me the other I wiped
Marmery's udder quite vigorously. "OK after cleaning her, we
unhook the cups and squeezing the cup like this." I grasped
the rubber ring on the side tight I showed Daniel the inside
ring widen as I clenched my fist around the cup. I slid it
onto Marmery's first teat. I quickly repeated it for the
others and then told Daniel "Turn the bottle tank to milk,
all the way right."
Daniel did so and the hose flexed in the sudden section
and milk spurted inside the tank, the regular pumping sound
in our ears. "That's it, we now do the next cow and so on."
"That's all you do?"
"Well not quite, we have to feed them, check to see if
they've got anything wrong with them." The cow next to
Daniel lifted its tail and I could see Daniel's face almost
curl up as the splats hit the floor.
"Christ!"
I grinned "Of course we also have to constantly keep
the place clean by hosing it down."
Daniel gripped my hand tight, pulling me from the past.
I looked up into his concerned face. "You're quiet babe,
everything all right?"
"Yeah! I guess, I'm just nervous."
Intertwining his fingers with mine. "Don't worry, we're
are going to be great." Lifting my hand to his mouth he
kissed my fingers.
"Hey you two, cut that out!" I looked up at the loud
voice, Martin was smiling at us. "Can't you two lovebirds
ever stop." Everyone's head turned to face us, except Jan
and Craig who were deep in discussion, facing up the
motorway.
I smiled back "Of course we can stop..."
Daniel finished it off "...But only when we're
knackered."
We both grinned and Tony and John laughed as the others
groaned.
..............
The building was a modern squat brick one, acres of
glass and stainless steel pipes running around. A grass bank
and gravel path ran to the entrance. Two shiny steel tubs
stood at the entrance with green foliage hanging over the
sides. John opened the large glass door and stepped inside,
we all followed into the foyer.
A smartly dressed woman wearing a telephone headset and
in a green blazer with a multicoloured scarf tied around her
neck looked up. "Good morning and welcome to Chrysalis
Records, What can we do for you?" Her smile seemed genuine
behind the light wooden reception desk.
"Good Morning, We're Kielhouse Razz, we've come to see
Carl Jennings." We all walked up and surrounded the desk
"Hold on a moment and I'll just check the records." Her
fingers flew over the keyboard and white writing on a bright
blue background scrolled down the sides. "Ah yes, a ten
o'clock appointment. If you'd kindly take a seat I'll get
some one to escort you to his office."
We looked around at the three double seats that seemed
randomly placed in the foyer. We all sat down except for
John and Craig who wandered along the walls viewing each
picture and poster.
A couple of minutes later a secretary with greying
blond hair, middle forties, wearing a grey skirt suit walked
up to us. A brilliant lime green credit card hanging from a
chain around her neck. "Kielhouse Razz?" As we all turned
and stood up "Follow me please. Mr. Jennings is expecting
you."
She guided us to a door with a computer lock and
slipped the card through the swipe mechanism. When the light
turned green she opened the door and we all traipsed
through.
We followed her down a light, airy, silent corridor
passing brown wooden doorways with computer locks on all of
them. John remarked that security seemed very tight.
Her response was a quiet laugh hidden behind her hand
"Well it isn't really. only the front desk and the studios
require them, we've turned them off elsewhere. I personally
thing the designers got a bit carried away."
"Here we are gentlemen." She opened a large wooden door
and entered something that looked like a very stylish
sitting room. Marble floor and very large soft white leather
settees. A bar and large entertainment centre ran down one
wall, The television must have been a good fifty inches
across. "Please take a seat. Mr. Jennings will join you
shortly."
In fact we didn't have to wait at all, he entered just
as she was leaving. "Hi everyone, my name is Carl. Welcome
to Chrysalis." He was probably in his late twenties, early
thirties, dark curly hair over a well tanned and smooth
face. He wore a black polo necked jumper and grey shiny
trousers. He was slim and around 6 foot in height. His shiny
leather shoes were silent as he walked across the marble to
shake our hands.
John introduced himself first and then each of us as he
shook our hands. My fingers wrapped around his hand touched
the two heavy rings he wore. "Why don't we all get
comfortable." And he sat in the middle of one of the large
six seater settees. As we all sat around Jan, Craig and
Martin next to him and the rest of us facing him across a
large glass coffee table with a slim phone in the middle.
"Coffee, Tea? Drinks anyone, help yourself the bar is
fully stocked."
I helped myself to a cup and poured coffee from a large
filter machine sat at one end of the bar. Daniel and Jan had
followed me and there were a few minutes shuffling around
with spoons as the silver sugar bowl and milk jug were
passed around.
"Now, that we are more comfortable, I'd like to talk
about a possible recording contract. It all depends on
whether you can repeat your performance that you did at the
Roxy." He paused and drank a little from his tea. "I must
say you pulled a real coup, for the style I've rarely heard
it played better and the last song was unbelievable. I
didn't think any man could get that high without sounding
either like an opera singer or one of the BeeGees."
"I was there to listen to 'The Lighthouse Family.' But
you absolutely floored me."
John spoke for all of us, as agreed in the van coming
down. "We can not only repeat it, we can improve on it."
"Now that would be fabulous, I'm sure you would be top
ten material if you can do as you say. Do you mind if I call
in Paul, Paul Dobson, one of our top producers."
Without waiting for a reply he picked up the phone.
"Jennifer can you find Paul..... Ah! Superb, send him in."
A few seconds later we were being introduced to a
plumpish man in his middle thirties, wearing a tatty brown
pullover and jeans.
"This is Paul, one of our geniuses of the sound
engineer's station."
"Hi Folks" he waved briefly.
"Paul I'd like you to take them through a full sound
test and then let's see if they can do what they did at
Chester again."
"Follow me guys."
We followed him down the corridor and he then stopped
by a door, pulling a card from his back pocket he swiped the
door and we entered a recording studio.
It wasn't what I was expecting. It was far smaller than
I thought it would be, about twenty five foot square with
large dark matt tiles on the walls. There were pages of
sheet music lying on the floor, scattered about The odd
microphone stand lying on its side. At the back behind a
glass panel banks of computers in black and silver lined the
wall.
"Sorry about the mess, guys. 'Streethouse Preachers'
were here until gone 10 last night and the cleaners weren't
allowed in."
He walked up to each of us and handed us each a yellow
card on a chain. "These'll let you in and out whilst we're
in here. The loos are two doors down on the right, after the
corner, can't miss 'em. Did you bring your gear or do I need
to rustle some up."
John stepped forward "We brought it but it's out in the
van."
"OK you go get your van and I'll show you where to
unload."
"Jan?... Thanks" as the keys flew threw the air. He
caught them and left.
Paul picked up a yellow card and then we followed him
out, around the corner to a large set of double doors with
'Fire Exit' written above it. Sliding his green card in to a
slot he waited for a green light and then pushed the doors
open.
The view was out into the car park. Our van was about
sixty feet away. John came around the corner and seeing us
climbed in and reversed the van close to the doors.
"I'll get the studio ready. Just pull the doors
together after but don't remove the card until the doors are
closed. It sets the bloody fire alarm off. OK."
He headed back to the studio and left us to get our
equipment.
It took three trips, four if you count Jan and Craig
coming in with the amps and being told to take them back as
the studio didn't need them.
Five minutes later the drum kits were up and Craig,
Michael, Martin and Daniel were being shown jack points in
the wall.
Paul walked out of the little back room with
headphones. "Here wear these, they're infra red so no
leads." We all put them on. as he walked back to the room.
"Can you hear me." at our nods he laughed "You can talk
guys, you'll hear everyone as normal."
At my nervous cough, Daniel put his hand on my
shoulder. "Don't worry babe, everything's going to be fine."
Although I could hear him and the sound radiated to both my
ears, the positional information my ears told me didn't
match his actual location. Weird. I smiled at him "I'm OK."
and watched his own face as he interpreted what his ears
told him.
"OK. Guys time for a sound check. Just answer when I
call you."
One after another the guys said "OK." and then I heard
Paul's voice in my ears "Five" I answered "OK." Three more
'OK.'s and then I heard his voice again
"OK. I've got you now, check for each other.
"Can you hear me." said John and I turned to face the
sound. The position my ears told me matched his real
location. We all had brief chance at testing the gear.
"OK. OK. Can it! As long as you stay roughly where you
are the system will keep you straight. Right lets check out
the instruments."
"1 what are you.?"
"Lead guitar."
"OK play a few notes." Michael strummed a few notes and
after a bit of fiddling with the controls. Paul stopped him.
"What type of amp do you use? any special foot switches."
"Fender 730's and no I don't use them."
"OK Fender 730's straight.
"2"
"Pan Pipes."
"OK give me some."
So it went for the next twenty five minutes the only
bright spot being when he got to 7
"7"
"Lead Guitar."
"You can't be number 1 is."
It took a couple of minutes to straighten him out
before he understood. Finally we were all set.
"OK guys we're ready. The controls are locked in. Give
us something instrumental first so I can set the levels."
Tony call the tune and the guys went into one of their
numbers. I listened to the song change bit by bit as Paul
twiddled with control after control. After the number he
said "Got anything slow?"
Craig responded "Yeah but it needs vocals."
"That's OK I'm ready now."
We sang our arrangement of 'When I fall in Love'
"That's great guys. Let's have a five and I'll get
Carl. You go get yourself a drink and we should then be
ready. Just leave your headphones on the floor where you are
and we won't need to reset after. OK?"
We all trooped back to the large sitting room and got
ourselves coffee. All of us were fairly wound up, excited
and eager.
I had only just finished my coffee when the door opened
and Carl said "Sorry, I was so long, but I was on the phone
to L.A. I'm ready now, let us go make a record."
Getting ourselves settled in the studio putting our
headphones on I heard Carl say. "Can you do 'Show me
heaven'"
Tony's voice echoed in my ears "No problemo!"
I turned to look over my shoulder at Daniel and I heard
Paul's voice in my ears "5 don't move around so much. Face
the way you want to sing and then tell me.
Turning to face Daniel's smiling face fully I said "OK"
"OK. 5 but stay that way, your voice will bleed all
over everyone if you keep moving around."
"I understand."
Tony's voice started "Show me Heaven. Four, four with a
three measure lead."
Everyone started playing and I waited for the intro. to
finish and then I sang of my love, to my love."
I hardly noticed Jan's pipes flickering around on the
notes I sang. I was looking at Daniel's face and his green
eyes as they smiled right back at me.
After the last chord faded away Carl's voice was
ecstatic in my ears. "Brilliant guys, just absolutely
'fucking' brilliant." The way he swore didn't sound right,
almost as if he consciously added them.
Paul wanted us to sing a couple more songs and we could
choose anything we wanted. John called out "How about number
five?"
We all agreed and Tony said with a grin in his voice
"Number five. eight, four with a 6 measure lead followed
straight away by number two. Two, four with a 6 measure
lead."
Tony and John started drumming fast as I concentrated
on the beat Craig joined followed by Daniel for a measure
and then rapidly by Jan, Michael and Martin. The beat fast,
furious and ethnic. I wish I could have seen their faces but
I was looking at Daniel.
I started to move on the fast beat steadying it in my
mind. Each syllable a beat, each syllable a beat. Last
measure, here I go.
'I wasn't jealous before we met,
now every woman I see is a potential threat.
And I possess if it isn't nice,
you've heard me saying smoking is my only vice.
But now it isn't true, now everything is new
and all I've learned has overturned.
I beg of you...
Don't go wasting your emotion,
lay all your love on me.
Don't go sharing your devotion,
lay all your love on me.
It was like shooting a sitting duck,
a little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.
I still don't know what you've done with me,
a grown up woman should never fall so easily.
I feel a kind of fear when I don't have you near,
and satisfy, I skip my pride.
I beg you dear...
Don't go wasting your emotion,
lay all your love on me.
Don't go sharing your devotion,
lay all your love on me.
I've had a few little love affairs,
they didn't last very long and they've been pretty
scarce.
I use to think I was sensible,
it makes the truth even more incomprehensible.
Coz everything's new and everything's you
and all I've learned has overturned
What can I do...
Don't go wasting your emotion,
lay all your love on me.
Don't go sharing your devotion,
lay all your love on me.'
Leaning back and ramping it up I took it as high as I
could go.
'Don't go wasting your emotion,
lay all your love on me.
Don't go sharing your devotion,
lay all your love on me.'
I faded my voice to nothing and everyone dropped off
but Tony who then changed the beat down to a slow stately
number and then John joined in reinforcing it. This was
being played straight.
One verse after Jan, I started my voice fairly high and
very slow. My eyes on Daniel as he slowly thrummed on his
guitar and watched me.
'My love must be a kind of blind love.
I can't see any one but you!
Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
I only have eyes for you - dear.
The moon may be high.
But I can't see a thing in the sky.
Coz I only have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden.
Or on a crowded avenue.
You are here, so am I.
Maybe millions of people go by.
But they all disappear from view.
And I only have eyes for you.'
Jan played the last verse echoing my voice hauntingly.
And then the song ended.
"'Christ' guys that was incredible. They maybe cover
versions but no one will ever 'fucking' realise it."
"Paul's voice was calm and cool. "That was great guys -
I'll put your settings on file for when you come and record.
If you want a copy of my mixes I'll have it ready before you
finish with Carl."
..............
Part 18 of 18
Although there was something terribly false about
Carl's attitude and reactions, I had to admit I kind of
liked the guy. He gave good advice and he didn't beat about
the bush or try to make us feel like the new 'Beatles'. I
noticed that their posy sitting room had been cleaned as we
filed in. Our faces ecstatic in knowing we had pulled off
what we had come to do.
Carl's voice was loud to rise above our exuberant talk.
"OK. OK. settle down guys, grab yourself a drink, I want to
tell you how things are going to be." He walked over behind
the bar, pulled a bottle from a small fridge and then opened
it. The hiss of carbon dioxide sharp and clear.
As we all made ourselves comfortable he then gave us a
speech. "Now listen, I know you're excited but we have to
talk business. Now I'll have Jennifer supply you one of our
'new finds' contracts but I've got some advice for you,
before you go. First, I don't want this contract back for at
least a week. You are all hyped up and wont make any
sensible decisions for hours. Get yourselves a solicitor to
check it out, he will tell you the terms and liabilities."
He drank from the bottle of fizzy orange, settled back
in the cushions. "Second, Don't rush into any deals with
agents or managers. The contract is for three chart records
and an album, and after that it can be renegotiated by
either side. Let's see what happens out there before
lumbering yourselves in contracts and money problems. Your
first record may struggle and flop."
"Third, It doesn't matter whether I like you or your
local area likes you it all depends on the 'plebs' on the
street, will they like it? Some of the greatest bands, I've
ever heard, failed because the time was wrong or the sound
didn't work. Mind you, I'm paid to second guess them and I
think you can do it. I'm willing to risk our money to try."
"Fourth and final, you are not rich, this contract will
not make you rich, if the cuts make a profit then you get 30
percent on the first, 40 percent on the second and 50
percent on the third. But it takes a lot of records to make
money. So make a million before you spend a million. Got it
guys?"
At our looks he laughed. "'Christ' I just 'fucking'
love this business and this business is just going to
'fucking' adore you."
Standing up he finished "Now I've got to go and ring
L.A. again, so you guys relax for a few minutes. I will send
Jennifer in to take you out and give you the contract. I'll
expect to hear from you in a week."
He walked to the doors and opening one he turned and
said "You guys were absolutely 'fucking' fantastic - Until
next week - arriveiderci guys." And the door swung closed
behind him.
..............
The 'Rosko' club was noisy and filled with people.
Michael and Martin had insisted that we all go and
celebrate. To be honest it didn't take much persuasion we
all felt on top of the world. All eight of us sat round a
table laughing, joking and drinking. I was already on coke,
it wasn't that I was driving, it was just that the alcohol
went straight to my head and Daniel refused to let me have
another until I had sobered up a little.
We had got back at around five in the afternoon and
Daniel and I had an early meal. My mum, dad and Harry, he
said we couldn't keep him away, were over the moon. Dad was
so proud of me you could see his chest fluff up as we told
them.
I had driven us to the club where we were to meet the
rest of the band, I hadn't known where it was but Daniel
gave me directions. It wasn't a fancy club with a queue of
people wanting to get in, two large bouncers in full tuxedos
stood either side of a pair of glass double doors watching
for trouble.
It must have looked odd but it took us a couple of
minutes to work out how to lock the keys inside the car.
Michael had told us to do it. He said that the coppers
prowled outside waiting for people to come out carrying
their car keys, as under the new law, about being drunk in
charge of a vehicle, you didn't need to be driving it just
carrying the keys. It seemed a sensible precaution and we
had arranged for my dad to pick us up from Tony's place
tomorrow, bringing the spare set.
Walking towards the doors the bouncers eyed us as we entered
but didn't move or say anything. The foyer was scruffy and
you could hear the loud music through the swing doors.
Opening the swing doors the noise assaulted us. Trying to
locate the rest of the band through the smoky haze, bright
pulsing lights and mass of people was difficult. In the end
we didn't find them, they found us. Craig came up behind us
and steered us to a table in the corner furthest away from
the dance floor. Two spare seats waiting for us.
I don't really like the taste of beer or lager and as
the bar asked extortionate prices for spirits I had agreed
on cider. The 'Diamond White' that John had bought me had
tasted quite nice but the lads had watched me drinking it,
waiting for something.
I had asked Daniel who was sat close by my left what
they were waiting for.
"That's 'Diamond White'." At my puzzled look he
explained. "It's twice the strength of any beer or lager in
the world. Nearly four times stronger than this bud."
Less than half an hour later the cider had done its
work, I had felt a cool flush rise up the back of my neck,
turn at the top of my head and splashboard on the front of
my skull. Well gone! Wahay!
As the evening progressed the lads had bought me a
cider every five or six rounds interspersed with cokes and I
was gently merry, not drunk, just relaxed and going with the
flow. Daniel called it 'plastered'.
Around midnight the music on the dance floor had been
cut. A little stage was lit up and the disk jockey announced
that it was Kareoke Time.
We all dared each other to go up and sing a song. I
tried to push them into going but they shouted me down
telling me that I was a professional singer now and they
weren't.
In the end It was finally agreed that they'd all go up
and sing any song they wanted. Michael and Martin insisted
that they sing together, counting as one, and then lastly I
would sing any song they chose.
It was hysterical, John didn't even get to finish two
verses of 'My Way' before he was booed off the stage by the
'half trashed' audience.
Michael and Martin sang their rendition - best word I
can come up with, of the Pet Shop Boys' 'West End Girls'
Tony killed us all, we had tears in our eyes and my
sides ached. It didn't matter if he couldn't sing. He'd
spent the first two songs looking through the register for a
track. I'll never hear the 'Birdy song' and think of it the
same way again. He did it with all the actions, dance -
everything, the audience loved him, like a clown he'd
carried it off. The audience had shouted for more but he
refused and came back to his seat with a smile that said
'Beat that!"
Daniel chose 'If ' and sang it, spoke it like Telly
Savalas did in the late seventies he didn't really pull it
off, his voice cracked and changed pitch all over the place.
But when he looked at me as he sang 'If a picture paints a
thousand words, then why can't I paint you?' My heart melted
and I felt warm all over.
Craig did Rawhide, quite well. His voice wasn't quite
on key but he managed to hold it together and he got clapped
at the end.
Jan got up and strode on to the stage and asked for his
song. When the music started I recognised the Beatles' song
'Yesterday' but he didn't sing it, the bugger had his pipes
on him. He did it beautifully, the audience went quiet and
listened, clapping furiously at the end. After he'd finished
and got back to the table we all called him a cheat, his
reply was that they didn't have any Swedish songs.
It was now my turn and I strode up to the stage with
the lads surrounding the DJ and I looked at the TV screen in
front of me for the words. I looked over the sea of faces
down on the dance floor as I waited for whatever song to
start.
When it did, I turned to look for Daniel but he wasn't
with the lads. Tony grinning pointed to the front of the
stage. I looked and there he was right below me, staring
right up at me.
I didn't need the words on the monitor, my tape in the
car had taught it me. Looking into Daniel's eyes my body
started to move to the fairly fast beat - I was going to
give this my all, for my Daniel.
'When the times grown in for me to show my love.
What did I stay away for.
Hiding from a word I need to hear now.
Don't think I'll hear it again.
But the nights were always warm with you.
Holding you right by my side.
But the morning always comes to soon.
Before I even close my eyes - Yeah!
All I do each night is pray.
Hoping that I'll be a part of you again, someday.
All I do each night is think.
Of all the times I closed the door to keep the love
within.'
Looking into Daniel's deep eyes I knew he'd picked it,
I could feel it. I saw tears on his face and I knew I'd cry
with him. And then I realised, I don't know how, that his
choice of song was saying the words he wanted to say. From
that point on, I not only sang them, I felt them. Each and
every one as though spoken by his lips.
'If you can't forget the past.
I'll understand that.
Can't understand why I did this to you.
And all of the days and the nights.
Oh! I'll regret it.
I never showed you my love.
But the nights were always warm with you.
Holding you right by my side.
But the morning always comes to soon.
Before I even close my eyes - Yeah!
All I do each night is pray.
Hoping that I'll be a part of you again, someday.
All I do each night is think.
Of all the times I closed the door to keep the love
within.
Surely we must be inside.
Of the dream we long to live.
If you stop and close your eyes.
You'll picture me inside.
I'm so cold and alone.
All I do each night is pray.
Hoping that I'll be a part of you again, someday.
All I do each night is think.
Of all the times I closed the door to keep the love
within.
But the nights were always warm with you.
Holding you right by my side.
But the morning always comes to soon.
Before I even close my eyes - Yeah!
All I do each night is pray.
Hoping that I'll be a part of you again, someday.
All I do each night is think.
Of all the times I closed the door to keep the love
within.'
As the song finished and I came back to myself I knew
tears were running down my cheeks. Daniel's face a splotchy
red from his crying. The audience was quiet, absolutely
silent, there wasn't a sound. They all stared as one, at me
as I stepped off the stage into Daniel's arms. His voice
quiet and meant only for my ears. "I love you." I hugged him
tight, then we were surrounded by the rest of the band,
slapping us on our backs, congratulating us and then the
crowd went wild.
......... The End .........
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