Jace's Trial

by J M Wolf

“Hey, boss,” Adam said waving to the man. “Glad to see you made it.”

  I looked to Adam wondering what was happening, then turned to Mr. King shaking the man’s hand. I already knew about Mr. King from when they had Adam sign a contract with him. Kaleidoscope Records was the United States’ number one recording label for LGBTQ artists. I was floored when Adam signed with them. Now, here I was shaking hands with the head of the record label in person, and I was soaking wet.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. King,” I said cautiously. “Adam talks nonstop about his work with you guys. I’m grateful you guys recognized his talents.”

  “Please, call me Vincent. And yes, we’re very lucky to have Adam representing us. He’s a great guy and an amazing performer,” Vincent said looking to Adam smiling gratefully at the man before turning back to me. “Speaking of performances, I wanted to talk to you about yours just now.”

  I felt my heart drop and looked at Adam, worried that I got him in trouble for him having me come up on stage to perform. Adam didn’t seem to look worried though. He still had a smile on his face as he winked at me.

  “Vincent, I’m sorry if I wasn’t supposed to be on stage,” I said with a shaky breath.

  Vincent shook his head. “Nonsense. Actually, you coming on stage has been planned for weeks by Adam over there who insisted that I stop by to watch you.”

  My head flinched back in shock. “It was?”

  “Yes, and might I say you have a natural talent for performing in front of crowds. Adam told me all about you and I was impressed by your accomplishments long before your performance tonight. I know about all the competitions you’ve participated in, and I’ve seen your YouTube videos. You have a powerful and beautiful voice, your dancing is on point and your power to reach the audience is astounding. Not to mention you were the brains behind Adam’s debut single which topped the top one hundred charts. I am very impressed with you.”

  My face heated at all the kind words this man was saying. “Um, thank you so much. This has always been a dream of mine, and I’m grateful to Adam for letting me come sing on stage and to you for allowing me. It means a lot to hear you say those things.”

  “It has always been a dream of yours, huh?” Vincent asked.

  I nodded. The look on Vincent’s face told me that I was about to receive the biggest news ever, and my heart began rapidly pounding with anticipation.

  “Well, Bluejay, I’m about to make your dreams come true. How would like a contract with Kaleidoscope Records? We could use a man of your talents on our team,” Vincent announced.

  Everybody around us erupted in gasps followed by cheering. Adam jumped up in excitement. My jaw dropped to the ground, and I was afraid that I didn’t hear him right. He wanted to sign me to the record label? He was offering me a contract?

  Gerard cheered the loudest as he picked me up and held me in his embrace. The news finally caught up to me, and I shouted happily. Everybody crowded around Gerard and me, congratulating me and I felt the familiar tears return.

  “So, is that a yes?” Vincent asked with a chuckle.

  I turned to the man, my new boss. “Yes! A thousand times yes.”

  “That’s great.” Vincent clapped. “Now I understand you have important matters this week. My condolences for your loss, by the way, so I will be in touch with you in two weeks with a contract ready for you.” Vincent once again held out his hand to me. “Congratulations, Bluejay, and I look forward to working with you.”

  I eagerly shook the man’s hands while Gerard continued to hold me close. “Thank you, so very much.”

  Vincent nodded and turned to walk away. The cheering from everybody returned, patting my back, congratulating me, and talking about my performance. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was actually going to be a recording artist. All those years of lessons and classes were finally paying off. My life was finally looking up.

  I turned to look at Adam who was clapping excitedly like everyone else.

  “You set this up. Why?” I asked him.

  Adam gave me a wicked smirk. “Baby blue, you and I always talked about the two of us sharing a stage together some day. I got tired of waiting on you to keep up your end of the bargain, so I figured you needed a helping hand.”

  I pulled Adam into another tight hug, thanking God for letting me have this man as my best friend.

  “Thank you so much, Adam.” I whispered. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

  “Yes I do. And nobody deserves this moment more than you do.” Adam looked back and gave me and Gerard a smile. “Now, I’m sure you guys want to celebrate this moment so get out of here. I’ll see you guys back home on Friday.”

  I turned to Gerard. “I guess that’s our cue.”

  “It would appear so,” Gerard said with a wink before taking my hand and leading me out.

  Gerard and I made it back to our suite for the night, after an exciting and memorable concert. Gerard insisted I take a shower and get out of my clothes while he ran out to get us dinner. Since my clothes clung to my skin and I was shivering from the cold, I agreed and went to the bathroom. I was so pumped from tonight’s performance that I found myself singing in the shower.

  I hadn’t sung in the shower in years. I used to do it all the time, and my father would knock on the door complimenting me or making song requests. My eyes stung at the recognition that my father wouldn’t be around to witness the start of my music career. He’d always been my biggest fan, and it hurt knowing he wouldn’t get to witness my big break.

  But, I knew that if Heaven did exist, my dad was up there watching over me and was beyond proud of me. Having Gerard around and having his support meant a lot to me too. He was the one who urged me to take a deep breath and relax when I felt too inundated to get into the performance. I relaxed myself, and though I sang for everybody, I was mainly singing to him. I wanted him to hear the words I was singing, how I wanted to be his muse, his rhythm. Hell, he was already mine.

  As soon as I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around me, then pulled out our toiletries bag, grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I shaved my face, and cleaned myself up. Looking at my eyes in the mirror, I noticed the change in not just my eyes, but my whole face.

  Before Gerard showed up, I was an empty shell growing through life only because I had to. I had stopped caring. My eyes were always empty of emotion and I completely shut myself down. Not anymore. I found myself again and this time; I planned never to lose myself again.

  I put on one of Gerard’s black tank tops and my red and black pajama pants, then stepped out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I halted at the sight of candles lit in all corners of the suite. Soft piano music played from somewhere, and the small dining table had two plates of sesame chicken and fried rice. I loved Chinese food.

  “Hey, Bluejay,” I saw Gerard standing by the entryway to the kitchen facing me with his arms crossed.

  “What is all of this?” I asked in awe as I scoped the room. “It’s beautiful. Is this for me?”

  Gerard stepped forward taking my hands in his and pulled me to the table. “Yes, baby, all for you. I told you we had to celebrate, so I wanted to make this night perfect and romantic for you. I hope it’s not too much.”

  “No, it’s perfect.” I pulled the man down for a kiss. “You’re the best.”

  We ate in silence, enjoying the soft, soothing melody of the piano, which was a nice change of pace after all the loud party music performed at the concert. We ate with one hand while our others were entwined. I couldn’t shake the joyous smile off my face even if I wanted to; I didn’t. When we finished, Gerard took our plastic plates and containers and dumped them into the trash. Then he turned to me, desire and lust in his sharp brown eyes and slowly removed his button-up shirt.

  My throat tightened as I watched the fabric slip from his shoulders to the floor. Miles and miles of naked skin with tufts of dark curls exposed; heightened defined muscles flexin
g at my gaze. My pajama bottoms tented as my cock strained inside begging to be released. Gerard stepped forward and stood over me. He said nothing as he held his hand out for me to take.

  As if I were under his spell, I offered my hand to his. He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed legs spread out with me standing in between them. My hands instinctively went to his hair, fingers raking along the dark curls as his piercing gaze held mine.

  I thought back to the last time Gerard and I looked at each other with this much longing, back when we froze in the hallway after his shower. When the towel dropped, and we were both inches from one another, the look in his eyes burned right through my walls, and I found myself wanting to be taken by him. Back then, I fought my desires to have Gerard, but now I couldn’t imagine never wanting him; never needing him.

  We said nothing as we held each other’s stare. I could see everything Gerard felt for me; the longing, the lust, the love, the want; it was all there, and it was for me. It was the most intimate experience I’d ever had. We didn’t need to exchange words because everything we could say, we said with our eyes and touches.

  Gerard slowly lifted his hands sliding them in my shirt, fingers grazing up my already heated skin. He brought the shirt up, and I lifted my arms up so he could bring it over my head and off me. It fell to the floor, and his hands were once again running along my stomach, but he never broke eye contact. There was a sense of power in being the center of this man’s attention. It was intoxicating.

  Gerard brought his head forward and peppered soft kisses along my abdomen and down to my hip bones. He grabbed the hem of my pajama bottoms and slowly brought them down until they were a puddle on the floor. My cock sprang up leaking with precum as I kicked my legs free of my pants and pushed them to the side. I was now fully naked in front of this gorgeous man, horny and needy.

  Gerard’s hands rested on my hips, and my hands covered his. He closed his eyes as he kissed his way down to the base of my dick, running his nose along the blond curls around it breathing in my scent then licked up the shaft all the way to the crown. My body shivered, and I couldn’t hold back the guttural moans that came out of me. Gerard licked the drops of precum oozing out of the tip then wrapped his lips around the head of my cock sucking me into his mouth until he took me all the way.

  “Fuck,” I breathed out as I gripped his biceps.

  Gerard’s hands clutched the globes of my ass pushing me to him, urging me to fuck his mouth. I started a slow, steady rhythm letting Gerard take as much of my cock as he could without choking him. The sounds of his slurping rang in my ears, and I quickened my pace. Gerard bobbed his head up and down my cock, his tongue coating me with his saliva. He brought a hand forward massaging and cupping my balls. The slight ping of pain mixed with ecstasy threatened to take me over as I felt myself drawing closer.

  “Gerard,” I moaned.

  Gerard didn’t acknowledge me. Instead, he kept tugging at my sack as he continued sucking me down. I felt the minor scrape of teeth, the slithering of his tongue, the tightness of his throat. My hands tightened on his arms, and my toes began to curl. My body ignited in a heated passion as the climax began to build in my groin.

  “Gerard,” I panted. “Gerard, baby, I’m gonna…”

  I tried to warn him, but he never let up. Unable to hold it in, I pushed myself into his mouth and cried out my release. My dick burned as long streams of cum pushed out of me and traveled down Gerard’s throat. Gerard managed to suck every last drop that erupted from my cock. Satisfied he’d emptied me completely, he pulled my cock out of his mouth with a loud pop. My dick hung half hard, shining and dripping with Gerard’s saliva.

  I clung to the man in front of me when my legs felt weak and couldn’t hold my weight any longer. Gerard stood up holding onto me then laid me down on the bed on my back. My body glistened with sweat and my eyes were hooded. I looked to Gerard who held a warm smile then rid himself of his jeans and underwear.

  The sight of a naked Gerard had my dick twitching as if it was getting its second wind. Gerard climbed to the bed hovering over my sated body. His stiff erection that hadn’t found its own release yet brushed against mine urging it to wake back up. The sexy man above me bored his gaze into me before leaning down to kiss me. As his mouth opened up for me and let my tongue enter, I could taste the saltiness of my release that Gerard swallowed up and chased after it.

  My hands went up to hold him in place as we devoured each other’s mouths; nipping and sucking on lips, tongues jousting one another, sucking in all the growls and moans that escaped up. When Gerard broke the kiss and set his eyes on me, I knew what was coming.

  “I love you, Jace Garrison. I love you so fucking much,” Gerard whispered.

  My eyes watered at his declaration of love and I reached up to give the man another quick kiss.

  “I love you too, Gerard Ramhart. I can see why my father loved you so much because what he felt for you, I feel it too. I love you so much.”

  Our lips met once again in a passionate kiss as tears trailed down my face. I was so happy; I ached with joy. Gerard rested his forehead against mine; our mouths hung open and plump from all the kissing.

  “I want to make love to you,” Gerard breathed into my mouth. “I want to be inside you.”

  A tingle ran up my spine as I reveled in the notion that I was finally going to have Gerard Ramhart inside of me. I wanted to make love to this man more than I wanted my next breath. I yearned for it every day, and now I was finally going to get it.

  I nodded then whispered, “Then what are you waiting for, an invitation?”

  Gerard laughed then reached into the drawer of the nightstand pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. I reached out and began giving his thick cock a good few strokes as he coated his fingers first.

  “I’m going to prep you first, baby,” Gerard soothed.

  Gerard pulled my legs over his body, and I held them in place exposing my entryway for him. He leaned down nipping at my thighs then ran his tongue along my tight pink pucker. It’d been so long since I’d been fucked, but I wasn’t going to be fucked tonight. I was going to make love with the man who was truly the love of my life; the someone who was made just for me.

  Gerard ran a slick finger around my hole before gently pushing its way inside. My body threatened to tighten at the forced entrance, but I wouldn’t let it. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded against my chest. Gerard’s free hand went to my chest rubbing circles along my skin to soothe me as his finger ran along my inner walls. Little by little, the tightness dulled some.

  “That’s it, baby. Just relax. God, you’re so tight. It’s going to feel so good being inside you,” Gerard groaned.

  “Hurry, please,” I panted.

  Gerard pushed in a second finger, and electric currents brought my body to life.

  “Oh fuck,” I cried out as my cock was once again solid as a pipe.

  Gerard’s fingers continued sliding in and out my opening. They curved this way and that, opening me fully. When they twisted to the right some and pushed in, a new sensation filled me, and I gasped out a choked up moan. Gerard looked up at me and smirked.

  “Did I find it?” he asked in a low husky tone.

  “Yes, fuck, do that again,” I panted out.

  “Anything for you.”

  Gerard pushed in a third finger and true to his word pushed in that same angle repeatedly hitting my prostate. My whole body shook like a leaf begging for release. My cock started forming a puddle of dripping precum just under my navel, and I wanted so badly to reach down to give it some friction. Gerard’s fingers pulled completely out of me, and I whined in protest, missing the fullness.

  “Are you ready for my cock now, since apparently, you’ve been talking about it nonstop?” Gerard asked with a chuckle.

  “I’m going to kill that bastard,” I growled, but was too turned on really make it sound deadly.

  “That didn’t an
swer my question.”

  “Yes, Gerard. Fuck, I want your dick so badly. Please,” I begged not caring how desperate I sounded.

  Gerard leaned forward for a kiss then whispered, “You’re so sexy when you beg me like that.”

  “Smug bastard. Shut up and put your dick in me already before I die.”

  Gerard busted out laughing. He straightened himself before grabbing my hips pulling me closer to him. Once I got the condom on him, he coated himself with the lube then lined up his slick cock with my hole. Gerard slowly came forward, the crown of his dick penetrating my entrance. My back arched at the intrusion of my body as I cried out in sheer pleasure. Gerard was so fucking big; he filled me to the brim.

  “Fuck, Jace. God, you feel so good, baby,” Gerard moaned as he slowly, but steadily pushed his way inside me.

  My breathing came in short heavy pants the burn from Gerard entering me ached.

  “Just breathe, baby. The pain will subside soon. I promise,” Gerard said soothingly.

  I closed my eyes and did my best to control my breathing. Gerard kept still and waited for me to give him the okay to keep going. When I got myself to calm down, Gerard continued to push through the outer rims of muscle. When he thrust all the way in, I groaned as I felt his cock breach through and the burning sensation dulled.

  I panted both with relief and need as I begged Gerard to move. Gerard slowly began pulling back, his jaw clenching and his muscles rippling. He pulled back only a bit before slowly thrusting forward, and he let out a moan.

  “So fucking tight,” he panted and began to quicken his pace.

  I let go of my legs and wrapped them around the man’s hips urging him forward everytime he pulled back. Gerard’s pace quickened as he began pounding inside me. My body twitched, and my hands gripped the sheets as I felt every thrust the man I loved gave me. Gerard leaned forward taking my hands into his in a tight grip then brought them over my head. He continued his thrusts as his body hovered over mine, foreheads pressed against one another.

  Everything around me vanished to where the only thing I could see was the man above me; and the only sounds I heard were the slickness of the man’s cock, the slapping of skin, and our heavy pants and moans. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. Sure, I had sex before. I had sex with Brett, and I had sex with Adam, but it wasn’t the same.