Silver & Black

by Tyler May

  “Levi?”

  “What? I have no idea how that man got your name, or how he knew you wanted to sing Bon Jovi.” Levi is a terrible liar. He smiles, innocently.

  “Greyson Black, bring that sexy ass up here. And those pipes too―ohhhhhh,” the DJ announces once more. The crowd laughs and hoots at the DJ’s joke.

  “He’s right here!” Levi jumps up and down, pointing. There’s no hiding now.

  “Go―let me hear that angelic voice.” Silver must be drunk if he’s using the word angelic.

  “Greyson! Greyson! Greyson,” Levi sings and gets the crowd chanting. Throwing my hands up in the air, I surrender in defeat. I walk confidently up to the stage. I see the boys take their seat back at the table. All eyes are on me―everyone, including Jeff and Marcus.

  “You ready?” the DJ asks. I nod, taking the microphone from the stand. “Here’s your song, gorgeous.”

  The familiar tune of Bon Jovi echoes from the speakers―”It’s my life”. I bellow the first note and the rest of the song just rolls off my tongue. I’ve been singing Bon Jovi forever. I got this. The crowd cheers as every note is matched perfectly. I dance and put on the best show I can while I sing. Silver hasn’t taken his eyes off me, and a smile has never left his face. I sing the last verse. The crowd cheers. “It is your life, and boy, that boy can sing!” the DJ smacks my ass going down the stairs. “Mmmm… I’d love to be the man taking that ass home later.” The crowd laughs―moans of agreement can be heard. I ignore the publicly announced flirting. Silver glares at the DJ. And you were doing so well, DJ man. I pass Jeff and Marcus on the way to our table. I try not to make eye contact, but Jeff offers a friendly ‘great job’ as I walk by. I nod, and thank him. Marcus sips his drink, ignoring Jeff’s comments and me in general.

  Back at my table, Levi is jumping and clapping. “Oh, honey, you did Jon justice. Mhmm…. My boy can sing.” He hugs me. Trying to hide my embarrassment behind a smile, I thank him and sit down next to Silver.

  Silver leans over and pecks my cheek right next to my ear. He whispers, “Did I ever tell you that Jon Bon Jovi is my ultimate favorite, and that was damn hot as hell.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I kiss him tenderly. “I love that song. Actually, I love every song of his. It reminds me of my mom.”

  “How so?” Silver turns to listen, and it’s as if the rest of the room doesn’t matter. The music, the noise, the patrons of the bar―all disappear, it’s just the two of us as we get to know each other.

  “My mom would pride herself on being the biggest Bon Jovi fan.” I chuckle as I remember. “She would sing and cook―it was great. She had an amazing voice. She never did see him in concert. Although he came to New York several times, she could never afford to go being a single mom and all.” I smile at Silver, as he sympathetically lays his hand on my knee. “The birthday right before she passed away, I was young so I couldn’t buy a present so I decided I would make a cake and put on a show. I learned how to sing a couple of Bon Jovi songs and sang my heart out to her. She cried, and I remember asking her if I was that bad. She hugged me and told me they were happy tears and that she never had a birthday present that meant as much as that did.” I pause.

  Silver tilts his head, and then rolls his knuckles on the side of my face. “It’s a wonderful memory.”

  “I’m sorry―I don’t mean to bring down the party with sappy memories.”

  “Never think that. Any part of you, memories and all, I want to hear about―I want to take every part of you in, Greyson. I love hearing it.”

  I grab his face―this man that seems all too perfect to be in my life, is miraculous. I press my lips to his, this time it’s not soft. I go hard. The drunkenness of our kiss is obvious. I trail off his lips, sucking my way to his ear. I whisper, “I need a cigarette―do you mind?”

  “Are you asking my permission?” Silver grins.

  “Well, you don’t like when I smoke, but drinking and smoking go hand in hand for me.”

  “Greyson, you don’t have to ask―go.” Drunk Silver doesn’t mind my smoking, Hmm…. I like him. “I have to use the bathroom anyway, or do you want me to go outside with you?”

  “Na, I’ll pollute my own lungs, just meet me back here.”

  “Sounds good―smoke fast.” He kisses me and scoots around the men to the bathroom doors. I take off to the outdoor smoking area.

  Apparently, smoking goes hand in hand for a ton of people because the smoking section is packed. Drunken men everywhere smoke and laugh. I light my smoke and take a nice long, overdue, drag. My mind is everywhere as I enjoy each puff. It’s on Silver and the way he makes me feel. It’s on my mom, but mostly it’s on the fact that I’m having a great night. I’m glad Levi invited us. Several men go back into the bar, leaving me and just a handful of men left. I hit my smoke again. Exhaling, I watch the door hoping that Silver doesn’t listen to me and actually comes out here with me. The door opens―Jeff walks out with a cigarette in hand. He lights it before he notices I’m there. I don’t say anything, but he spots me as three more men walk back into the club. “Greyson,” he says walking over to me. “I was hoping to have a chance to talk to you.”

  “Why? You’re here on a date, Jeff―orange rose and all. Nice touch, by the way.”

  “You’re mad?”

  “Not at all―I’m happy for you, confused why you asked me out earlier, but fine.”

  “About that… I didn’t know you would see us. I would have cancelled with him if you said yes. I just met this guy online. He seems nice. It’s a little weird being out on a date with a man, but it’s a good weird. It feels strangely comfortable.”

  “That’s because you’re gay, Jeff―just too stubborn to admit it, ok, maybe you’re bisexual.”

  “Yeah, well, this is definitely a test. You and Brian look comfortable as well. You really like him don’t you.” There’s disappointment in his voice.

  “Well, it’s not like I’m in love or anything, but there’s definitely a like―a big like. He’s a great guy.”

  “If you say so.” His comment hides an undertone.

  “Why do you say it like that?” I finish my smoke, discarding it into the disposal. I know I should go back into Silver, I want to for sure, but Jeff is stirring me. The drunk me is looking for an argument to defend Silver. “So?”

  “I’ve been drinking―just ignore me.” He hits the last of his smoke.

  “No, you brought it up, what is it? You obviously have something to say.”

  “I’ve been thinking―” before Jeff could finish his sentence the door swings open and Silver walks out. Jeff closes his eyes in disappointment and shakes his head. “Never mind.”

  “What―you can’t tell me in front of him?” I’m annoyed, and I let him know it. Silver joins me, grabbing my hand.

  “I was wondering what was taking you so long.” He nods at Jeff, “Nice to see you again, Jeffery.”

  “Yeah,” Jeff answers, less than enthused.

  “What were you two gentlemen talking about?”

  “Funny you should ask―Jeff was just about to tell me something about you,” I shoot out―I’m pissed―why does Jeff always have to do stuff like this? Jeff shakes his head, clearly infuriated.

  “Well, I’d love to hear what you have to say as well, Jeffery.”

  “I was just going to tell Grey that I thought you two look great together.” Jeff tries to cover up the truth, and of course in typical Jeff-style it’s done with a lie.

  “How kind of you.” The look on Silver’s face proves that he doesn’t believe him either. Silver looks over to me and grabs my hand. “Shall we go back in? We are missing all the fun out here.”

  “Sure, baby.” I had never used a pet name for Silver yet, but the time was right and the extra jab to Jeff was a bonus. Silver grins and then pecks my cheek. I look to Jeff, “Later. Have fun on your date.” Jeff never answers back, just nods. He follows us back into the bar, but goes right over to Marcus, who was waiting for him at the bar
. We take our seats. “I’m sorry about that, Silver.”

  “Don’t worry about Jeff―I’m not, and I got a ‘baby’ out of you.” Silver leans in close. “How about we skip out now and go back my place? You have no idea the things that are going on in my head right now.”

  “Mmmm…. Sounds perfect. Let’s just go say good-bye to Levi and Milo.” I want to get out of here just as much as he―the things I want him to do to me!

  We find Levi and Milo tucked in the corner making out. We say our good-byes, and head outside to hail a cab.

  ~Chapter Twenty~

  Silver and I walk out of the bar. He’s called a cab―apparently, hailing a cab isn’t his thing. They quoted us ten to fifteen minutes. I lean against the brick wall of the outside of the bar and light another smoke as we wait. Silver is watching me intently with a silly, but sexy, grin on his face. “What are you thinking?” He walks over to me, pushes me flush against the cold brick, and kisses me―even the cigarette smoke isn’t turning him off. Screw the smoke. I throw it to the ground, and then clench the back of his head. Our tongues are deliciously swirling over the others. He pins my legs to wall with his hips, grabs my hands, and pins them to the brick. Our kiss is beyond romantic now―it’s dirty and sexy as fuck. Grinding his hips into me, our cocks both react. I nibble lightly on his earlobe. He lets out an exasperated moan.

  “Greyson, that cab better get here or I’m going to take you right here in the alley in front of everyone.”

  “You sound serious.” I playfully bite the other earlobe.

  “You have no idea how serious I am. I want to bury myself into this firm ass.” He squeezes my ass tightly. “Mmmm…. It feels ready for me.” It is―I am. He licks and sucks on my chin. He reaches between us and begins unbuckling my belt, but he doesn’t get far because we hear the purr of the luxurious black Lincoln Town Car pulls up―even the cabs he hires is fancy. “Guess we will have to wait.” He adjusts himself. I do the same. The driver gets out and opens our door. Climbing in, Silver instructs the driver on where to go―his place. The drive pulls onto the New York road, even at this time of night the city is packed. “What are you doing all the way over there?” he murmurs.

  “I didn’t want to make the driver uncomfortable,” I whisper.

  “Who cares what he thinks―I don’t.” Silver pulls my arm toward him. I do one better and climb onto his lap. Leaning on knees, I straddle him. I glance over to the driver, who is obviously used to this type of public display of affection, because he’s conveniently not paying attention to anything but the road. “Stop worrying about him. I’ll tip him well and I’m sure he’ll forget about our little display back here.” He runs his hands up my shirt, his nails grazing lightly on the flesh of my back. He nuzzles his nose into my neck. The soft breaths are enough to cause goose bumps on my skin everywhere. I suck on his ear. “Greyson―” is all he got out before sealing out lips together. This kiss is slow and intimate, as if to taste every part of our mouths. I run my hands under his tight shirt. Tweaking one of his nipples, he lets out a soft moan into my mouth. He reaches for the belt on my pants once again, but again―he doesn’t get far. His cell phone rings and vibrates from his pocket. “Damn-it―I’m sorry, but I have to take this call. It’s probably the contractors in LA.” I climb off of him, buckling back up my pants. “I will get those off tonight,” he laughs as he answers the phone.

  I scoot to the side of him, still close enough to tease his thigh with my hand. He’s watching me as he talks business. Silver is so seductive. Even drunk, this man can sell anything. He’s all business on the phone, all pleasure with me. He stays on the phone the rest of the way back to his place. Probably, better that way―I don’t know if I would have been able to stop if he started anything.

  Silver hangs up the phone just as the driver pulls to the front of the penthouse. The driver gets out to open our door, letting us out. I walk to the front door and wait as Silver pays the driver. I don’t know how much he tipped him, but the driver was very appreciative. Silver struts his sexy ass over to me. “Sorry about the call.”

  “Don’t apologize, business comes first.”

  “No,” he says taking both my hands. “Business has been my life for far too long. Let’s go inside.”

  “Don’t have to ask me twice.” I release one of his hands to open the door and hold it open for him. He waves to the concierge of the penthouse, greeting him by name. “Is there anyone that doesn’t like you?” I joke, but honestly, I was being a little serious as well. He answers me with a wink. We wait for the elevator door to open. Silver is pressed firmly against my back, his arms wrapped around my waist. “I like when you’re drunk.”

  “You don’t like me otherwise?” he jokes.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I do,” he says, nibbling on my ears.

  “What the hell is taking this elevator so long?” I ask, almost in a pant. He has me so hot.

  “I don’t know, but it better get here soon,” he says. With his chest pressed to my back, he reaches around and sneaks both hands into the front of my pants. He sucks heavily on my neck.

  “Silver―people could be watching.”

  “So?” He doesn’t stop. Instead, he keeps sinking his hands deeper into the front of my jeans. Kissing my neck, he has me hard and panting. The elevator door dings and creeps open. Thankfully, no one was getting off. We get in the elevator. Silver with a sexy grin stares at my cock that is pressed, hard, against the front of my jeans. He raises his eyebrow and hums.

  “You’re lucky no one was in here. I’d be so embarrassed,” I laugh.

  “Baby, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s very impressive.”

  “Funny.”

  “I’m not being funny,” he whispers seductively just as the elevator door closes. He pushes me to the corner of the tiny space. He traps me with his hands firmly on the handrails. “You’re not claustrophobic, are you?” Thinking he means the tiny space that I am trapped in now, I mutter a shy no. his devilish grin proves that he has something else in mind. “Perfect―don’t move,” he orders, confidently. I watch him go to the control panels of the elevator. He pushes the red stop button, halting the elevator. He walks back over to me.

  “You stopped the elevator.”

  “You’re very observant,” he laughs and then licks his lips before touching them to mine. Finally getting my belt undone, he reaches and grabs my hardened cock. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.”

  “Silver, what if there are cameras in here?” He strokes me and it feels like heaven.

  “You worry too much,” he says, unzipping my pants for better access. “There are no cameras.” My pants drop to the floor. He yanks down my boxer briefs, letting them puddle to the floor as well.

  “How do you know?”

  He smiles. “My family owns this building, Mr. Black. I know everything about it. There. Are. No. Cameras,” he stresses.

  “Point taken, Mr. Silver.”

  I yank him to me. With our hands roaming up and down each other’s body, we kiss deeply, madly, and with a hunger that can only be cured with the touch of the other. I am so into his kiss, and the heat of his body pressed firmly against mine, that my mind is a messy. I can’t even think straight. He races to unbutton his own pants. I should have done that. He frees his hardened cock, letting his jeans fall to his ankle. He flips me around and presses my chest to the wall of the elevator. He lifts my shirt and then kisses down my spine―his nails lightly dragging against my skin. He straightens back up, presses his chest to my back, and then kisses the back of my neck to my ear. He whispers, “I want to bury myself in you until you’re screaming my name.” I moan in response, rolling my head back onto him. I feel his rock hard cock run the line of my ass. He’s in control right now, just the way he likes it. Biting my bottom lip, still holding me firmly against the elevator wall, he says, “I’m going to fuck you hard―are you ready, Mr. Black?”

  A warning sensor goes off in my head. S
omething I can always count on even in the hottest of situations. “We can’t, we don’t have protection.”

  He laughs, “Well, you’ll be happy to know that in the bathroom of the fabulous gay bar we just went to there were several vending machines with all kinds of single-pack condoms and lube. And a certain drunken man with a lot of dollar bills in his pocket may have been amused a little too much while he was waiting impatiently for a urinal or stall to be free.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, “Seriously?”

  He reaches into the pocket of his coat and pulls out two condoms, both different, and a single-use lube pack. Leave it to the gay bar to have those. “So what’s your pleasure, Mr. Black? Will it be glow-in-the-dark or a solid pink condom?”

  “It’s not dark enough for the glowing one and I need to see that, so we’ll save that one.”

  “Pinkie it is.” He laughs, and then goes back to the rough foreplay. I’m limited to what I can do since I am trapped between him and the wall of the elevator, but I can reach his cock with my hands. I reach behind me and stroke him. “Mmmmm,” he moans against my ear. I hear a ripping sound; it can only be the pack of lube. He removes my hand from his cock and places it on the handrail, and then he takes the other and does the same. “For as hard as I’m going to fuck you, you’re going to need to hang on.” Wow, this man is intense. “Are you ok with that, Mr. Black?”

  “Yes, so ok with that. I need you, Silver.”

  “I’m right here.” He presses his lube-covered fingers next to my opening. He massages as he kisses me hard. I push against his fingers. “A little anxious, Mr. Black?” I moan a yes, but he never lets me get a full sentence out. He presses one finger inside of me. “So good and tight.” He works his finger in and out of me. The atmosphere, the excitement, the desire, and simply just him, is so overpowering. I am beyond turned-on. I am beyond needy. I want him here and now. His chest still forcing me still against the elevator, he slips another finger into me and then goes deep. “Are you ready for me, Mr. Black?”