Date: Mon, 03 May 1999 23:20:09 +0900 From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com> Subject: Star's Shadow 07 ---------------------------- THE STAR'S SHADOW Written by Andrej Koymasky October 6th 1993 translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Hank ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE STAR'S SHADOW" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- 07 - A PARTY When they all were back at the hotel that evening Jules wanted to discuss the "accident" as he called it. Patrick had hysterics and Charles partially took their part. Pierre was worried: "Hey men! Men! We are just making matters worse. Tonight, Jean Luc, it would be better if you slept in your own bed. And, we will talk about all this tomorrow, with some calmness. And, you, Patrick, when you go to bed, will take an injection to tranquilize you." "No! Use the tranquilizer on Jules! Tonight I stay with Jean Luc! I will stay with Jean Luc!" The boy put his hand on Patrick's arm, "Calm down, now. We are all trying to do what's best, even though we have differing ideas. Calm down, please, or I will have to ask you to take the injection too, and I don't want that. Calm down, Patrick, please..." The singer was trembling all over his body, but tried to calm down. Then Jean Luc said, "Let us go in the bedroom for thirty minutes, alone, then we will decide what to do. Do you agree?" "Yes, agreed," Charles said before the others could talk, "but only thirty minutes, understood?" "Certainly." Jean Luc answered standing up and taking Patrick's hand. "Just the time needed for a quickie!" Jules scoffed. Patrick stiffened, but Jean Luc held his hand tighter and led him into the bedroom. There, when they sat on the bed, Patrick embraced Jean Luc and burst into tears. "Help me, Jean Luc, please, help me..." "Yes, Love, yes. But calm down, now. Listen, I have an idea - if they insist on making you take an injection, go to sleep in my bed and they will find me in yours - they cannot distinguish us just by seeing bare ass," "You... would do that?" "Yes. But in that case, you must not let them hear you, tonight. Agreed?" "Yes... no, I don't know. Possibly... I really need the tranquilizer..." "I would prefer it was me who was your tranquilizer, Love..." "You would be successful." "Perhaps. But calm down now and come back there with me. Perhaps we will be able to persuade them not to give you an injection." "But you will spend the night with me, wont you? "If all goes smoothly, I will. Do you feel like coming out?" "All right." "Will you be able to ignore Jules, no matter what he says?" "I hope. I hate that man. And also that hypocrite Pierre..." "Yes. Maybe Claude is the only good person, but we have to make the best of things, Love..." "I'll try... Tell me you love me..." "I love you! Come here, embrace me. Tight, tighter..." They embraced and Jean Luc felt his lover's hold was that of a shipwrecked victim clinging to a plank to save himself. He kissed him. "Shall we go?" "Yes, Jean Luc, let's go. And if you... if you decide I need the injection, I'll do it. But I, not you..." "All right, Love." They went back. Jules was drinking a whisky and turning his back to the door they entered. "So?" Jean Luc asked. Charles looked at them, then asked: "How is he?" "A little better, for the moment." "Will it last?" Pierre asked. "I hope. If it's necessary, the injection can be given later... but for the moment it could be better to postpone it. All right?" Jean Luc said. When Jules ironically snorted, he squeezed Patrick's arm. "Pierre, we can do as he suggests, can't we?" Claude asked Pierre asked: "But do you intend to... to make love, tonight?" Jean Luc stared into his eyes and articulated, "Only if it will be good, yes. If not, no." Jules again snorted, turning his back. "You are taking on a heavy responsibility, Jean Luc. Don't forget that tomorrow there's a full schedule," Pierre said. "Patrick will perform, and as always, will be splendid, with our help. And with yours, Jules, also, if you feel like helping," Jean Luc said slightly rising his tone. Jules turned and his eyes were as cold as blades. Charles noticed and immediately said, "Of course. We're all in the same boat. Would you like to eat something, before retiring?" "No, thanks. I think the apple and banana shake will be enough. Good night; see you all in the morning," Jean Luc said as he guided Patrick into his room. Once there he embraced him, "Did you see that? We won!" Patrick hid his face against his friend's chest. He was trembling. "I don't know if I can really make it through the night. I feel ill, I feel torn apart..." "I am here, Love. We will succeed, together. No matter how hard, we will succeed." "I feel like crying..." "Then cry, but remember I love you. I love you so much." "What do you see in me?" "Don't you love me?" "Oh yes, yes!" "See then what I find in you is love, and I need it at least as much as you. Let's go to bed..." "I have no strength..." "I'll undress you, Love. Let me do it." Jean Luc put him on the bed, then undressed him, shut off all the lights and reached for him. He laid down at Patrick's side and embraced him. "Why did you shut off all the lights?" "Because we don't need light. They are the ones who need it to watch us..." he whispered in his ear. "I never thought they did..." "Are you afraid of darkness?" "Not while I am in your arms." "You are so beautiful, Patrick!" "In this darkness?" the other giggled and started to relax. "Sure, Love, even in the dark because I have... the eyes of both my mind and my heart filled with you." "Those would be wonderful words for a song..." "Use them, they are yours." "But... who are you?" "Your shadow." "No..." "Yes, and I ham happy to be it." "But you... you are Jean Luc!" "I will be him again, when you have no more need for your shadow." "God, that would be wonderful!" "It will be wonderful. And when you will no longer need your shadow, I..." "Don't desert me!" "No, of course I won't. I will just cease being your shadow, I will let those cursed hairs grow on my chest again and revert to my real hair and eye color ... and you will see the real Jean Luc..." "But your nose?" "If you wish, I will undergo plastic surgery again. You can choose the model you want." Patrick giggled and caressed Jean Luc on his soft genitals, "Here, there is nothing to modify!" The boy laughed softly and caressed his friend, "Do you promise you will do your best not to need a shadow any more?" "Yes... but I'm afraid it will take a lot of time..." Patrick, in the voice of a scared child, whispered. "All the time you need, Love, but together, we will succeed." "Thank you..." Patrick fell asleep. He slept fitfully, but when he woke and felt Jean Luc's arms still around his body and the warmth of his body, he fell asleep again. Jean Luc had rings round his eyes the next morning. He depilated and the two took a shower together and then had breakfast. "We didn't even make love..." Patrick complained, pretending to be sulking. "We will make, my love." Patrick slipped his hand under his lover's gown and caressed his chest, "I like touching you." "And I like being touched by you." "At first it seemed to me you were exactly like me -- a mirror image, but now you seem so different to me, that I ask myself how others can be fooled..." "The others don't look at me with loving eyes. Besides, they want to see you. And then, admit it, I am a good imitation." "I want to make love to you..." "Me too, little one, but we have no time now..." "Touch me..." "Don't tempt me... or I will not be able to control myself..." "Do you want me?" "And how! Look how my gown is tenting..." Patrick looked and smiled. Then he slid to his knees, opened the gown a little and with loving care took the beautiful, erect penis between his lips. Charles opened the door, saw them, smiled and silently withdrew. Patrick continued seemingly unaware. After dressing they entered the dining room and found Charles there by himself. "Thank you, for before..." Jean Luc said to him. Charles shrugged, meaning 'It doesn't matter.' Then he looked at Patrick's face and said, gently, "You look rather fine, this morning." "Yes, Jean Luc is my medicine." "It really seems so. How did you pass the night?" "Not so well, but I passed it." "Very good." "Where are the others?" Jean Luc asked. "Pierre is in the study, he talking to Japan." "And... Jules?" the boy insisted. "He went out with his wife. He will be back later." "I'm sorry for yesterday..." Jean Luc said. "I feel Jules is overdoing it a bit. Pierre told him so too..." "Why is he so annoyed about us?" "Because he cares... but you upset everything he did." "I believe he is jealous of me, and not only on a professional level..." "You came on strong in the dressing room calling him a repressed homo..." Charles said with a giggle. "I not sure, could be. My impression is that Jules wants... to own Patrick, in some way. I don't say physically, but..." "Let's stop here..." Charles interrupted him. They had their meeting without Jules. That day there was no concert, just a sumptuous party at the Governor's villa and the umpteenth interview. At the Governor's party there was again the probability that the Governor would ask the star to sing. Patrick didn't feel like staying for the entire party, and once again, it would have been impossible to do a switch. "The only possibility is to use the pretext of swollen vocal chords..." said Pierre. "No... they can't become sore just off stage?" objected Claude. "I can say yes, then, when it is time to sing, I can feel dizzy." Jean Luc proposed. "It may work, but it would be better just not to accept these invitations any more." Pierre noted. "But they're great publicity," Claude said. "We can say that his contract limits Patrick's singing outside of concerts..." Jean Luc said. "Yes, that might work, but only in public places, like the university. It wouldn't work for private occasions..." Pierre said shaking his head. "We will need some pretext, until Patrick can participate again in those invitations..." Jean Luc said. "Will that day ever come?" Pierre asked, unbelievingly. "Sure it will come. It will certainly come." the boy said looking at Patrick with a smile. Patrick looked at him with uncertainty, then whispered, "I hope so." After Jules returned, all three and their families accompanied Jean Luc to the Governor's villa. There was a barbecue in the garden, and the ground floor halls were all open and lighted. The Governor's daughters were glued to "Patrick". The eldest son, Kevin Jr., a young man about twenty-seven year old, tried from time to time to rescue him, but with little success. In spite of the fact that the young man was married and had two children, Jean Luc had the feeling he was looking at him in a peculiar way and that he didn't let him out of his sight for a moment. "The newspapers say you split with your girlfriend, Patrick," Kevin Jr. said to him in French at a one point. "Oh, newspaper invent so many things..." Jean Luc answered, "... Your wife is very beautiful, and your children also." "Yes. My father chose her. She is rich and most useful in electoral campaigns." "Only that?" Jean Luc asked, with an incredulous tone. "More or less. Then there is family continuity, of course. They forced me to marry when I was just twenty-one. You're so lucky not being married." "For me is just a matter of convenience. Until I marry, all the girls can dream of me..." "And does that please you?" "No, it brings me money!" Jean Luc answered laughing. "Do you know, Patrick, that you are really beautiful, when you laugh? Much more so than it seems in the newspapers or on TV." Jean Luc threw him an interrogative glance and said, "You are really beautiful." "Do you think so?" "Absolutely." Kevin Jr. stared at his eyes and said in a low voice: "From you that is a very... pleasurable compliment." They were interrupted by Kevin's sisters, "Patrick, will you sing for us, this evening?" "Oh yes, say yes, please! "Oh, make us this present!" Jean Luc smiled and looked at Kevin. He intervened, "Leave him in peace! He is here to relax, not to work more." "But... just one song!" "Yes, just one... please?" Kevin again intervened, "It has to be seen if his contracts allow him... Now, leave him in peace. If he can sing, he will. Right, Patrick?" "With real pleasure..." Jean Luc answered. When they were again alone, Kevin asked him: "You don't feel like singing, tonight, I bet." "Not if I can get out of it..." Jean Luc answered looking in his eyes. "You can..." "Without seeming impolite?" "Certainly, without seeming impolite." "And how? " "When they ask you again, just agree. Then we'll ask for silence and we will announce the title of the song that you will sing for us, and when you are about to sing, you will feel dizzy and I, who will be nearby, will hold you and take you upstairs to a bedroom, so you can rest... And then everything will be settled. What do you think?" Jean Luc looked at him astounded and for a moment he asked himself if the young man knew about their plan. The pleased smile told him that it was just a lucky coincidence. And so that's what he did. When he pretended to feel dizzy, Kevin offered to accompany him upstairs and holding him with his arm, guided him to the grand staircase. "Here! This is my bedroom. Nobody will bother us here!" Kevin said shifting again to French. Jean Luc noticed that the young man locked the door with the key. Kevin pushed him towards his bed, "Lie down, Patrick... relax a while..." Jean Luc noticed that in speaking French he had shifted from the formal "vous" to the familiar "tu" and looked at him somewhat puzzled. Kevin pulled off his jacket and put it on a chair. "Relax, feel free, be at ease, Patrick..." "But... I..." "Before your dizziness passes, it will take at least thirty minutes... and I wanted this time alone with you..." the man said as his fingers began to unbutton Jean Luc's light brocade shirt. "What are you doing?" Jean Luc asked with a slightly tense voice. "I like you. I want you." "But I..." "I have my information. I know you're as gay as I am. That's why I persuaded my father to give this party in your honor." "Information?" he asked, slightly alarmed, while Kevin opened Jean Luc's belt. "The same agency from which I choose my boys also serves you. One of the boys you had came to me. A lucky coincidence, wasn't it?" "It seems incredible..." the boy said as Kevin was lowering his trousers. "Don't tell me you don't feel like doing it with me. Before you said I was beautiful..." "Sure, you really are..." "So then, let's undress and come to my bed..." the young man said opening his own shirt and lowering his own trousers. Standing face to face they undressed completely. Kevin's body was handsome and athletic and his beautiful circumcised member was smooth, already erect and ready. "I know you like it both ways. Me too, but we don't have time to do it both ways. So, as you are the honored guest, I leave you the choice..." Jean Luc thought that Kevin was very attractive. Not beautiful like Patrick, but very appealing and sensual. "I want to take you, then... here, standing..." Jean Luc suggested. The host nodded and smiled. He opened a condom and slipped one on Jean Luc's beautiful hard member and then put his hands on the back of an arm chair while he thrust his ass towards the one he believed to be Patrick Dupris. Jean Luc went behind him and seized his hips as he pointed his rod between Kevin's buttocks. "Do you have some lube?" he asked before starting to push his way inside him. "I don't need any. Go on!" Jean Luc pushed and slipped smoothly into the hilt. Then he started to fuck the beautiful American with pleasure as he teased his nipples and caressed his tense belly and his swollen genitals. Kevin pushed against him to be penetrated more deeply. Jean Luc was close to reaching his orgasm when they heard a knock at the door. Kevin said aloud: "Yes. In a moment we will both come. Patrick feels fine, now. He is getting his spirits back..." "Very well. We are waiting for you downstairs..." Jean Luc smiled at Kevin's word play and continued to mount him vigorously, while Kevin talked to the voice behind the door. And within a moment, they both came... ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/ If you want to send me feed-back, please e-mail at andrejkoymasky@geocities.com ---------------------------