Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 18:09:40 GMT
From: Irda Majere <jack_kea@hotmail.com>
Subject: Something Else Part VII

Why do I keep posting this? *sigh* I still haven't recieved ONE comment for
this story... Oh, well. Have you guys read Bad Boys yet? I hope you like it,
and you must read Diana's other story, Intimate Stranger. It's GREAT, I'm
telling you. I'm just so sad it's ending soon! :( Well, read away since
you're here! And I hope you like it! It's even got some sex in it this
time...! All comments go to: jack_kea@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This story is fiction, of course. The last time I checked,
            Ronan Keating was 23 years old and in a band... I'm not
            claiming that Ronan or anyone else in this story is gay.
            Don't read this if you're not supposed to, and if you
            don't want to read about gay guys, why are you here??

Enjoy!!


Something Else
by Irda Majere



Part VII


As Ronan showered, he started
wondering about Areq's generosity. Why had he bought him all those things?
Did he misjudge him, was he a real nice guy after all? He decided to wait
and see, he did not want to get his hopes up when the guy might turn out to
be a complete asshole after all.

He got out of the shower and dried
himself. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he made his way back to the
bedroom. Areq stood in the middle of the room, startling Ronan a bit with
his ominous presence.

"Hi," the blonde said tensely. "Did Nic have
something?" he added, noticing Areq holding something quite frightening in
his hands. It looked like...nah, couldn't be....plastic??

"Put these on,"
Areq said, handing the now-worried boy what he was holding. Ronan inspected
his new attire suspiciously. He was right, it was plastic. Black, shiny,
tight plastic. His eyes widened as he inspected the trousers-or maybe the
lack there off....

"What *is* this?" he said in a horrified tone.

"They're
called hot pants," Areq said helpfully. "Go on, try them on." Then he added
with a half-grin: "You won't be needing any underwear for those."

Ronan
removed his towel and squeezed the tight garment on. They were kind of tight
over his thighs, but they fit his waist perfectly.

"And the top," the black
man ordered.

Ronan put the top on. It was made from the same material as
the hot pants, and was just as skimpy. It was sleeveless, and so short that
his bellybutton showed. The sides of the thing were held together with
buckled straps, so his sides were also on show. He looked himself up and
down in the mirror, and just the sight of the outfit made him blush
slightly.

"Very nice," Areq said contently. "But you need to wax your legs,
you can't go out like that. I'll get Nicholas to help you."

Ronan was
astounded. "Wax my legs?! There is no way I'm doing that, Areq! Sorry!"

The
big man grabbed the front of Ronan's hotpants and pulled him to him. "Yes
you are."

Ronan forced himself to stand his ground, though he was almost
shaking at this point. And Areq wasn't even angry yet... "Why?" he said
defiantly.

Areq slipped his hand down the younger man's pants and began
stroking the blonde's shaft, making Ronan catch his breath. He was very
startled and tensed up at first, but soon relaxed. The pleasure from the
bigger man's touching made him close his eyes and he let out a low moan as
his cock got harder and harder. But all of a sudden Areq stopped, making
Ronan open his eyes, staring straight into his boss' dark eyes.

"Because I
say so, Ronan," he said in Ronan's ear. With that, he removed his hand and
walked out, leaving Ronan standing in the middle of the room, shaken and
angry. 'Why did I let him do that?' the young man thought to himself, 'I
can't just let him use me like that. And now he's going to make me wax my
legs!' He walked over to the bed and flung himself on top of the numerous
pillows, and soon started crying bitterly. 'I just have to face it,' he
thought to himself as he sobbed, 'I'm a pimp's sextoy. Whether I like it or
not.'

Then there was a knock at the door. "Ronan, you in there?" a voice
called. "It's me, Yvonne. Areq said I was supposed to help you with the
waxing..."

Ronan got up and opened the door, drying his tears as he let the
blonde woman into his room.

"What's wrong?" Yvonne asked, her concern
obviously genuine. "Did Areq hurt you?" she added carefully, unwilling to
think what might have happened. Areq seldom asked for permission when he
wanted something.

"No," Ronan replied, "it's nothing. Just homesick, I
guess." He wanted to tell her the truth, he really needed someone to talk
to, but he still wasn't sure if he trusted her enough. Maybe she didn't want
to hear about all his problems; maybe she was on Areq's side. After all, she
might still be mad at him for his reaction when he'd found out what she did
for a living.

Yvonne wasn't sure if she believed him, but decided to let it
be for now. 'He's so young,' she thought to herself as she watched the
blonde boy dry his tears,  'why did I make him take the job? He's only a
child, and no child should work for Areq. Hell, no child should know he
exists!'

"Come on," she said in a comforting tone, "let's get the torture
over with. The sooner it's done, the better." With that she led Ronan into
the bathroom and showed him how it was done. Ronan took it like a man; his
screams could be heard all over the house, making the other inhabitants
wonder who was torturing that poor cat.

When Areq and Ronan arrived at the
club, all eyes were on them. Both of them could see the same question on
everyone's face: 'Who's the new kid? Is it Areq's new boy? Is he a new
hooker?' As they walked towards the bar, the throng of people parted not
unlike the Red Sea did for Moses. The looks on their faces were filled with
curiosity. This reaction from the crowd to his presence almost made Ronan
crack up, but he soon lost the urge when he felt his boss' hand on his
PVC-clad behind. He expected the big man to remove it, but he just kept it
there like it belonged on the blonde's ass.

After they had got their
drinks, they went and sat down at a table which was obviously reserved for
the owner of the club. When Areq had taken his seat, he gestured for Ronan
to sit on his lap. 'He must be kidding,' Ronan thought in disbelief. 'What,
is he going to tell me my bedtime story so early?' he added to himself
sarcastically, but dared not but obey. He sat himself down on his boss' lap,
feeling more embarrassed than he'd ever been in his whole life. He glanced
around at the people around them, expecting to see grins on their faces;
everyone cracking up at the sight of him sitting on the big man's lap like a
baby. But to Ronan's surprise, everyone acted as if it was the most normal
thing in the world. 'He obviously makes all his "boys" sit on his lap,'
Ronan thought to himself grimly as he reached for his glass of
water.

"Bored already?" Areq asked loudly so that he'd be heard over the
loud music. He then placed his hand on the younger boy's thigh and began
stroking it absently, as if stroking a cat. Ronan glanced down at the hand
caressing his leg, but said nothing.

"No, I'm fine!" he replied in the same
loud tone. Areq just smiled in reply, his hand never ceasing it's
stroking.

A short while later they were joined by a short, mean looking man
accompanied by two very large men, probably his bodyguards. The short man
greeted Areq and began talking with him, not even acknowledging Ronan's
presence. The blonde soon got bored with listening to the two pimps talk and
one time when the little git was taking a sip from his glass, he asked Areq
if he could go dance. Areq replied with a nod, and Ronan stood up and left
for the dance floor.

He didn't feel like dancing, he just had to get away
for a while. Plus, it wasn't very comfortable sitting on someone's lap for
so long. But he knew that he would have to get used to it, sooner or later.
The young man sighed as he looked around at the people dancing and having a
good time. He envied them. Why couldn't he be here just to have a good time,
and not to be an escort for some groping pimp everyone feared?

As he
watched the clubbers doing their thing on the dance floor, he started
noticing numerous eyes were on him, and unlike earlier, these were not looks
of curiosity, but looks of wanting. Ronan started getting a bit worried when
he saw more and more guys checking him out, and decided he'd better hurry
back to Areq's table. Then all of a sudden two men approached him.

"How
much?" one of them asked, looking the boy up and down as he spoke. Ronan was
appalled at this question.

"Excuse me?" he stammered, hardly believing he
had actually been asked that.

"I said," the man said as he grabbed Ronan's
behind with both hands, "how much for that ass, pretty boy?" Ronan quickly
removed his hands and stepped away.

"Sorry," he said in the sternest voice
he could manage, "but I'm not for sale. Excuse me," he said as he started
walking past them towards Areq's table. The idiot's friend, who was
considerably bigger, grabbed his arm and almost threw him back to the
shorter one.

"Well that's just better," shorty said with a grin, "then we
won't have to pay for fucking that cute little ass of yours." As Ronan
struggled frantically to get away, he added: "And don't even try to tell me
you don't want it, I know you're dying to have this in you," he said as he
grabbed his crotch. The two men began leading Ronan away from the
dancefloor, and away from Areq's table.

'Isn't anyone going to help me?'
the boy thought as they dragged him to an unused room in the back of the
club. Tears started forming in his eyes when the bigger guy closed the door
behind them, destroying all of Ronan's hopes to be rescued.

"Please don't
hurt me," he pleaded as the tears started running down his smooth
cheeks.

"Aww, cry baby," the short one said as if soothing a child. "Don't
worry, if you do what daddy tells you it'll all be over soon." He started
loosening his belt while the bigger one attempted to remove Ronan's
hotpants.

Then, suddenly the door was kicked open and it crashed to the
floor, startling everyone in the room. Ronan looked up and saw Areq standing
in the doorway, a look of pure fury on his dark face. The boy immediately
ran to him and neither of his attackers attempted to stop him. Both their
gazes were locked on the big man, both knowing they were in *big* trouble.
Areq turned away from them when Ronan reached his side, wrapping his arm
around the blonde.

"You okay?" he asked in a surprisingly gentle tone,
compared to the look he'd given the two idiots when he entered the
room.

"Yeah, thanks," Ronan said shakily as Areq lifted his hand and wiped
his tears. Then the big man let go of him, and turned his attention back to
the attackers who were by now scared shitless. Areq grabbed the short one
and slammed him against the wall, high enough so that his feet didn't touch
the ground.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he roared as he
tightened the grip on his victim's shirtfront. When he got no reply, Areq
removed one hand and punched the shorter man in the jaw.

"Answer me when
I'm talking to you, white boy!" he said as he again pinned the pathetic
figure up against the wall. Quite a crowd had gathered behind Ronan,
everyone waiting excitedly for the answer.

"I-I didn't know he was yours,
Areq, I swear!" the loser finally managed. Still holding him up, he threw
the cowering little man out of the room, causing a few onlookers to trip
over when they were hit by the flying man.

"Get out of here!" he yelled.
Then he stormed over to the other attacker, who was trying to sneak out.
Areq turned the coward around to face him, and with all his strength,
brought his knee into the man's stomach, making him double over from the
blow. Areq picked him up and threw him out of the room. "And take your
friend with you!" he yelled after them as they stumbled out of the
club.

When Areq emerged from the scene of the show, everyone applauded. He
just stood there for a moment, breathing hard and looking around at the
people cheering with disinterest. Then he went over to Ronan who was
standing up against the wall, still shaken from the whole incident. Without
a word, he picked the younger man up into his arms and carried him out of
the club into the limo, with all the clubbers watching with their mouths
hanging open. They had never seen Areq do anything like that for anyone.
Except maybe for his twin, Shaqur, who was then just coming up the stairs
from his brother's office. He came up just in time to see his bigger twin
leave the club, holding Ronan in his arms. He joined the crowd, his jaw also
dropping at the sight.

"What the-?" he said to himself. Not even he had
known his brother to do something like that. As he pondered his brother's
actions, Nicholas came up to him.

"What happened?" Shaq asked.

"Some two
guys tried to rape his precious Ronan," Nic replied. As an afterthought he
added: "You know, I don't think I've seen Areq so smitten for quite a
while-if ever!" Shaq glanced at him.

"Well, at least not since Ira," he
replied with an emphasis on the last word, knowing Nic would agree. Who
could forget Ira? Shaq sighed. 'I hope that's not going to happen again,' he
thought to himself. 'I love my brother, but he's a pain in the ass when he's
broken hearted.'

When Areq and Ronan arrived at the big house, Ronan went
straight upstairs to his room, bidding Areq goodnight hurriedly. Even though
he didn't really feel like being alone, he didn't feel like being with Areq,
either. If anything was like a bloody box of chocolates, it was Areq. You
never knew what to expect from him next.

Ronan quickly undressed and
crawled into bed, hoping it wouldn't take him too long to fall asleep. He
lay there for a while, not able to prevent himself from thinking about the
night's events and how close he had been to being raped. He could still
remember his attackers' faces, and the boy shivered at the memory. But
thanks to Areq he had got away from them. He didn't want to think about what
would have happened if Areq hadn't shown up when he did. But his boss'
reaction still puzzled him. Throwing the guys out was to be expected, but
his concern for his young employer had amazed Ronan. Did he really like him
that much? Ronan didn't know what to think of the big man's apparent
admiration, though in a way he was flattered. These less distressing
thoughts helped him fall asleep, but his rest was disturbed by nightmares
and he soon began thrashing and yelling in his sleep before waking up with a
start and sitting up in his bed, breathing hard and close to crying. Just
then he heard a knock on the door.

"Who's there?" he asked warily, a part
of him imagining it was his attackers who had come back for him.

"It's
Areq," came his boss' deep voice, "can I come in?" Ronan sighed in relief
and stood up to let his saviour in.

"Are you okay?" Areq said as Ronan
closed the door behind him. Areq was wearing a long, black robe, exactly
like the one he'd been wearing when Ronan met him for the first time at the
club.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he lied. He was having a hard time holding back
the tears forming in his eyes. Luckily the room was dark so Areq couldn't
see them.

"Are you sure?" Areq pressed, "I heard you yelling like you were
having a nightmare. It's only to be expected that you're still a bit upset
after what happened." Ronan tried to tell him that he was fine, that he
should just go back to sleep, but all that came out were sobs and the tears
began streaming down his cheeks. Areq gathered him into his arms and raised
one hand to stroke the blonde's hair soothingly.

"Do you want to sleep in
my bed tonight?" he whispered as Ronan cried, his face buried in the bigger
man's chest. Ronan just nodded and Areq took his small hand in his and led
him to the master bedroom.

Areq's bed was huge. Even Areq himself could
stretch in whatever direction if he wanted, and he was well over six-foot
tall and broad to match. Ronan got under the covers, which were pitch black
and made out of silk, just like his own white ones. He lay on his back and
was disturbed to see his own face staring back. Apparently, Areq had mirrors
above his bed. Ronan had never seen the point in that; who wants to watch
himself having sex? But then he saw something that shocked him more. From
both bedposts at the head of the bed hung a pair of handcuffs, just waiting
to be used. 'What sort of a sex life does the man have?' Ronan thought as
his boss got into the bed next to him.

"Don't you like them?" he asked
Ronan teasingly when he saw the boy staring at his restraining equipment.
Ronan just gave him a 'do I look like I do?' look and lay his head on the
pillow, lying on his side so that he faced his boss. Areq lay down close to
him and wrapped his arm around him, placing a kiss on the top of his head.
Ronan gave in to his need to be comforted and snuggled closer to the black
man, wrapping his arm around the man's big body. Areq had a strong and
distinguishing smell, and Ronan found himself liking it. It was very
masculine, and it made Ronan feel safe, somehow. After a while, Areq turned
over onto his back, and so letting go of their embrace.

"Come here," Areq
said softly, raising his arm so that Ronan could move closer.

Ronan raised
his head and lay it on Areq's chest, who again draped his arm around the
boy's small frame. Ronan placed his leg between Areq's and lay his arm
across his stomach. Areq had been lusting for the boy since he'd first let
eyes on him, so the feel of his bare skin against his made his heart beat
faster, his lust increasing considerably when Ronan started fiddling with
the golden ring Areq had in one of his nipples.

"Didn't hurt?" Ronan asked,
not noticing Areq's sudden stiffness.

"Not really," Areq replied, deciding
he wouldn't be able to take this much longer. 'If he doesn't stop fingering
my nipple, I can't be responsible for my actions,' he thought to himself as
he felt his crotch throb and his arousal become greater.

Ronan then noticed
that Areq's heart was beating much faster and that his breathing was
heavier. He knew he should get off his boss' chest and preferably leave the
room, but Areq's reaction to his nearness excited him. Without a word, he
let go of Areq's piercing and hesitantly ran his hand down the black man's
stomach 'til it reached the waistband of his black satin boxers. There he
hesitated again, while Areq held his breath in anticipation. After a short
pause, which to the aroused Areq seemed like an eternity, Ronan lightly ran
his small hand over the big man's clothed erection. Ronan's eyes widened at
the size of the organ, but it only increased his excitement and his growing
curiosity. He brought his hand back up to the waistband and carefully slid
his hand inside the boxers. Then he wrapped his hand around Areq's erect
shaft and began stroking it, bringing it to full hardness and making the
head produce a stream of precum. Areq made no sound, though his pleasure was
obvious from his fast breathing. The black man reached down and wrapped his
big hand around Ronan's smaller one and guided him, making the strokes
faster and firmer, until he finally erupted. Areq shot his load, covering
both his and Ronan's hand in the warm, white liquid.

When the orgasm
subsided, Areq caught his breath before reaching for a towel which lay on
the floor beside the bed and handing it to Ronan whom accepted it
gratefully. When he had dried his hand, he handed the towel back to his boss
who cleansed his own hand before throwing the towel and his now-dirtied
underwear on the floor. Then he moved up and sat next to Ronan, who was
sitting up against the headboard.

"Why did you do that?" Areq asked as he
took the boy's hand in his. While Ronan pondered the question, Areq brought
the hand up to his lips and kissed it. At that, Ronan glanced at him and
smiled shyly.

"I don't know," he replied, "I guess I just wanted to try
it." Areq could see Ronan was not too keen on discussing the subject
further, so he dropped it. It didn't matter why he'd done it, anyway. Even
though it had only been a handjob, and from a novice, even, it had been the
best orgasm Areq had experienced in a long time. His feelings for this young
boy were stronger than any he'd felt in a long time, and it both scared and
delighted him. He was scared because he wasn't sure if Ronan would ever feel
the same way, and delighted because it had been a long time since he'd had
someone special in his life. He would have to wait and see whether the boy
would return his feelings. But it wasn't going to be easy, not when the boy
was living under the same roof.

'God, he's beautiful,' Areq thought to
himself as he watched Ronan. The blonde was obviously thinking very hard
about something; his eyes were downcast and he was staring at his free hand
which occupied itself by playing with the satin duvet. Areq just couldn't
resist him, and letting go of the beautiful fingers, he sat up. He threw the
duvet to the foot of the bed and placing his hands on the boy's waist, he
gently dragged him to a lying position. Ronan was very startled, and Areq
thought he also saw a bit of fear in the clear blue eyes.

"I'm not going to
hurt you," Areq said softly as he stood up and walked over to the light
switch. He dimmed the lights, and to complete the mood he put an R Kelly CD
on and played it on low volume. He wanted to do everything to relax his
virgin lover, and hoped the lights and the music would help. 'Perfect,' he
thought to himself as he returned to his nervous lover. Sitting himself down
next to Ronan, he placed his hands on the boy's boxers.

"May I?" he asked.
Ronan nodded carefully, obviously not too sure about all this. He had no
idea what his boss was up to, and that frightened him. Areq removed the
black boxers and then placed himself on top of the blonde's naked form.
Closing his eyes, he placed his full lips on Ronan's, making the boy tense
up. Then the black man slowly but firmly pressed his tongue against his
lover's thin lips, and they carefully parted, accepting the probing tongue.
When he felt Areq's tongue play with his own, Ronan started to relax and
really get into the kiss. To the bigger man's delight, Ronan placed his
hands on the back of Areq's bald head, and returned the kiss more
eagerly.

When the two lovers had been kissing for a while, Areq reluctantly
let go of the blonde's thin lips, and as he opened his eyes he gazed
straight into Ronan's beautiful, blue orbs. The black man smiled, and the
young boy returned it, if a bit insecurely. Areq bent down and flicked his
tongue against Ronan's nipple, making the blonde draw a sharp breath and
tighten his grip on Areq's head. The big man kissed and licked his way down
the blonde's white, soft body until he reached his goal. Ronan's member was
by then half-erect, and Areq quickly engulfed it in his warm mouth, bringing
a loud moan from the surprised youth. Areq was far from new at giving head
so he easily swallowed Ronan's whole length down his throat. To the black
man's surprise, Ronan was quite vocal and let out loud moans as he was
deep-throated by the older man. Hearing his name called out only urged Areq
on, and before long the blonde came down his throat, yelling out his lover's
name one last time as the black man swallowed all that Ronan had to
give.

While Ronan came down from his high, Areq slid up beside him and
gathered his exhausted lover in his big arms. Ronan rested his head against
the black man's broad, muscular chest.

"Thank you," Ronan said in a sleepy
voice as he drifted off to sleep. The youth's breath soon became regular,
letting Areq know that his young lover was asleep. Resting his cheek on
Ronan's blond head, the big man smiled.

"You're welcome," he whispered
before drifting off to sleep himself, with R Kelly singing his heart out in
the background.