The Prince of Punk Rock

by Jenna Galicki

  Tommy reached for one.

  “Wait, not yet. We need something else.” He revisited the kitchen and searched the fridge. Strawberries would have been nice, but a bowl of small fruit was the next best thing.

  Tommy watched him as he returned to the living room and let out a small laugh. “You look cute walking around the apartment with no pants on.”

  “Clothing isn’t an option today.” He sat next to Tommy and handed him a glass of wine. Let’s drink and relax in each other’s arms. As they sipped their wine, their eyes stayed mesmerized on each other.

  Angel kissed a trail up Tommy’s arm, starting with the back of his hand, letting his lips settle between kisses until he reached his shoulder. His lips jumped to Tommy’s waiting mouth and their tongues spoke in a language only they understood.

  Angel plucked a ripe green grape from a cluster in the fruit bowl. He placed it between Tommy’s lips. Tommy’s teeth cut into the succulent globe splashing a tiny spray of juice onto Angel’s fingertips. Tommy licked it off and reached for the other half of the grape with his tongue, but Angel gobbled it up.

  No words were spoken. Communication was strictly through eye contact and subtle smiles. Romance was for dinner. Tommy Blade was for dessert.

  It was Tommy’s turn to feed Angel. He chose a small purple plum and offered it to Angel’s waiting mouth. Angel parted his lips ready to sink his teeth into its smooth, leathery flesh, but Tommy pulled it away. He took a bite of the juicy plum, with a teasing smile. He offered it back to Angel, but again, pulled it away before Angel could taste it. Frustrated and impatient, Angel grabbed Tommy’s arm in both his hands and steadied the fruit so they could both feed off it. They each nibbled at the dripping fruit until their mouths met in a juicy kiss.

  Angel twirled a banana, suggestively, through his fingers, while Tommy eyed it with provocation. Angel slowly peeled its rubbery outer shell, exposing the soft inner surprise. He put his lips over it and pushed in the back of his mouth before taking a deep bite. He removed the other half from its casing and presented Tommy with the rounded uncut tip. Tommy stared down at it for several seconds, before devouring it and leaving Angel nothing but a gooey mess between his fingers.

  Wine cleansed their pallets. Another glass waited for consumption.

  A small orange clementine caught Tommy’s eye. He palmed it in his large football sized hand, rolling and caressing it with his fingers. He broke through the thick skin with the fingertips of his other hand and peeled off a large chunk of the sectioned fruit. A small moon-shaped crescent broke away and landed in his lap. Angel leaned over and picked it up with his teeth, licking Tommy’s thigh as he sucked the fruit into his mouth. Tommy fed him another tiny section. I was a tidbit and Angel was greedy. He sucked it from Tommy’s hand, encapsulating his thumb in the process.

  Angel plucked another grape and fed it to Tommy. Then he ate one himself. He placed another between his teeth and offered it to Tommy. Tommy leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Angel’s. He broke the grape in two with his teeth, allowing each of them to partake of its juices.

  Angel’s hand, on the back of Tommy’s neck, prevented escape. His tongue bathed Tommy’s aroma-drenched mouth. It was a culmination of exotic flavors – a tropical paradise he was lucky enough to inhabit.

  He guided Tommy down onto the plump, cushy throw. As he kissed Tommy’s neck, he felt Tommy’s throat move under his lips. His breath deepened and his body shuddered.

  His hand gently glided over Tommy’s shoulder and upper arm. Every inch was another arch of rolling muscle under his palm. Tommy’s body was pristine and his skin was as soft as velvet. The strategically placed tattoos highlighted the curves of his prominent muscles. Angel lips glided across Tommy’s chest with a soft ease. He caressed Tommy’s lower abs with his lips, then his tongue. Tommy’s breathing was deep and heavy. His eyes were barely open, hooded by thick pale lashes.

  Angel pressed his lips to the tip of Tommy’s cock and traced his tongue over and under it in slow circles. He covered it with his mouth, enveloping it. Sucking it. Milking it.

  Tommy gasped and his body twitched. He put his hand on the back of Angel’s head and pressed himself further into Angel’s mouth. He let out several long, exquisite moans and pulled on Angel’s hair with his fist. “I want you, Angel. Now. Hurry up. Do it.”

  “As you wish, my prince. As you wish.” Angel searched for the bottle of lube. It had gotten lost in the mess of the tangled blanket. Tommy started to turn over but he stopped him. “No. Stay on your back. I want to look into your eyes when I make love to you. I have a little surprise for you. I went to the doctor. I have a clean bill of health. Latex is unnecessary. Now nothing will stand between our bodies. My flesh will touch your flesh. The heat of my body will warm you.”

  Tommy quickly raised himself up on his elbows. “Angel, I’ve never done that before. I’ve never been in a relationship with a man that progressed to that point.” He looked as wide-eyed and innocent as a teenager about to lose his virginity.

  “I’m honored to be your first, mi amor.” Angel returned his lips to the tight muscles in Tommy’s abdomen. They were calling to him today and he was answering with his lips. He licked his way lower around the base of Tommy’s cock, straight down between his thighs until he reached that perfect circle that sent Tommy into a bought of hyperventilation. He slid a slicked finger into the opening and it welcomed him inside. There was no straining, no deep push, just a gentle pressure and Angel’s finger belonged to Tommy. The second finger was a little more stubborn. He paused to check if Tommy was OK. The layer of bliss across his face, said yes. Angel pushed his finger deeper widening the entrance until it ventured beyond the rim. Tommy moaned in symphony to the tune of Angel’s fingers moving in and out of his bottom. He was ready.

  It was different without the pause for a condom. The awkward break was replaced by instant gratification.

  As soon as Angel’s well-oiled cock touched Tommy’s entrance, Tommy let out an enormous sigh. “You’re so warm. And so smooth. It feels so different. So wonderful. We’re connected now.”

  A few quick thrusts made Tommy’s entire body shake. His legs trembled, on either side of Angel’s ears. Angel picked up his momentum. The unencumbered sensation of Tommy’s body massaging him to ecstasy was all he needed. He leaned his head back and let himself go. He surrendered to the orgasm that sent his body into a fit of pleasure. He stroked Tommy’s cock a few times and it jolted hot sticky fluid through his fingers.

  Tommy lowered his legs one at a time from Angel’s shoulders. The thick muscles of his thighs were fatigued from the throws of their lovemaking. Angel wasn’t in much better shape. He was weak and dehydrated. He reached for his wine and drained his glass. He set it back down on the floor and crawled back to Tommy, who barely picked up his head.

  Angel quietly rested his head on Tommy’s mountainous chest and he pulled the furry throw over their legs for added coziness. They stared at the fire and at the shades of blue, orange and red that it displayed. They watched the small shadows the fire’s glow projected on the wall and laughed as they made shadow puppets with their hands. The snow gently fell in big fluffy cotton balls outside the window, creating a curtain of white. It was old Hollywood romance.

  Angel spent so many lazy mornings on the couch, in this room, staring at the vacant fireplace, fantasizing about taking Tommy on the floor in the middle of this zebra-striped rug.

  Dreams really do come true.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Two weeks later, Angel moved in with Jessi and Tommy. It made sense. Jessi didn’t expect the transition to go as smooth as it did, and Angel turned out to be a Godsend around the house. He was a culinary mastermind in the kitchen. The Cuban dishes he prepared were worthy of a five star restaurant. He did all the cooking and all the food shopping. She was still working long hours at the fashion design studio, and he always had a hot meal waiting for her when she came home.

  Jessi knew that Tommy too
k advantage of her late nights at work to spend time alone with Angel. It really didn’t bother her. If she wasn’t too tired from working all day, they offered her a repeat performance when she got home.

  The only thing that drove her crazy was Angel’s loud and constant singing. He sang in the shower, when he was getting dressed, when he was cooking – basically, whenever he wasn’t talking. If he sang in a softer pitch, it might have been more bearable, but when Angel sang, he hit notes that pushed the limits of the sound barrier. She was surprised that every window in the house wasn’t shattered by now. She knew it meant that he was happy, which made it tolerable, and, slowly, she began to enjoy it.

  Angel set up a small music room in the basement. It wasn’t much, but it allowed the band a space, other than the studio, to write and compose music.

  It was odd trying to explain why Angel moved in with them. There was no reasonable scenario for Angel to leave his Williamsburg apartment and move to Bensonhurst to live in the same house with Tommy and Jessi. She knew it aroused suspicion, but not many people asked questions and no one offered an explanation.

  The bed rocked and the comforter was pulled off Jessi, exposing her bare leg and hip. She picked her head up. “You stole the sheets again.”

  “Sorry. I’m still not used to sleeping with all these covers. Every time I turn, I take them with me.” Angel sent the thick comforter back in her direction.

  Tommy stirred and pushed a mess of hair from his eyes. “Are you two fighting over the covers again?”

  “Go back to sleep, my prince. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

  They still struggled with sleeping in the same bed together. It wasn’t made for three people, but they had no choice. They couldn’t buy anything larger than a king size bed.

  A few minutes later, the bed rocked again, followed by heavy breathing. It became a welcome sound. Jessi’s sex life certainly improved since Angel moved into the house. It was impossible not to join in. She rolled over and bumped into Angel’s leg. He was straddling Tommy, with his knees on either side of Tommy’s face.

  Jessi flipped the rest of the covers off and shimmied down between Tommy’s legs. She sucked him, while he sucked Angel. She glanced up at them. In the small space between Angel’s butt cheeks and Tommy’s chin, she could see Angel’s cock, moving slowly, in and out of Tommy’s mouth. Tommy leaned his neck all the way back and she envisioned Angel, deep down in the center of Tommy’s throat.

  She was having trouble concentrating on pleasuring Tommy, because she was watching him pleasure Angel. She focused back on Tommy. She held him tight in her hand, while she pressed her mouth all the way down and back up to the tip, just the way he liked it. She heard him moan, and then Angel moaned and the bed shook. She looked back up at them. Angel was no longer straddling Tommy. He was lying next to him, kissing him. Angel pressed his body against Tommy, and his huge erection blocked her view and almost hit her in the face.

  Angel had a big cock, and with all the men Tommy brought home over the years, she had a vast database for comparison. Tommy wasn’t shortchanged in the phallic department, by any means. He was generously sized, but Angel was blessed.

  As she sucked on Tommy, Angel’s penis stared her in the eye. She wanted to touch it, but she didn’t think he would be interested, and she didn’t know how Tommy would feel about it. Sexual contact with any of the men they shared their bed with was in direct violation of the ground rules. But Angel wasn’t just any other man. He was part of their lives now. The three of them were a couple. Still, she wasn’t about to initiate a change in the bylaws without first discussing it with Tommy.

  She closed her eyes and ran her hand up and down Tommy’s thighs. Her hand mistakenly ended up on Angel’s leg. It wasn’t uncommon to confuse one another’s limbs. The three of them were often tangled together in a knot of arms and legs. She didn’t remove her hand from Angel’s thigh. She kept it there. She brazenly moved it up further, directly between Angel’s legs, and grabbed his erection in the palm of her hand. A second later, she put his cock in her mouth. It was big. It was deep in the back of her throat, yet it was only a little more than halfway in her mouth. And she could barely fit her hand around its circumference.

  Angel immediately stiffened. “What are you doing? Jessi, stop it!”

  She ignored him.

  “Tommy, tell her to stop!”

  Jessi realized that she crossed the line. She should have asked Tommy first. But she still couldn’t take Angel out of her mouth. She cautiously peeked up at Tommy.

  He was smiling. “Go ahead. I want to watch.”

  Angel began to protest, but Tommy silenced him with a kiss and pushed his head back down on the pillow.

  Even though Angel acted like he didn’t want her to give him a blow job, he never waned. He was still rock hard. She felt a hand on her head, but it wasn’t Angel. It was Tommy.

  “Go down deep.” Tommy put pressure on the back of her head. “He likes it all the way in your mouth. Use your tongue. Lick it while you suck it. Now flick your tongue over and around the head, like little butterfly kisses.”

  Tommy was giving her instructions, and she followed them like an obedient student.

  Tommy put his lips to Angel’s chest. “That’s me sucking you off,” he whispered. “Those are my lips and my tongue on you.” He had his hands all over Angel’s torso and sucked at Angel’s nipples, while stealing glances down at her.

  Angel had his arm across his eyes and he was breathing heavy, almost gasping. His legs jolted off the bed and he pressed his pelvis up toward her mouth. He began to pulsate against her tongue and suddenly her mouth was filled with warm fluid. She couldn’t swallow all of it and some dripped down her chin. When she drank every last drop, she sat back on her knees.

  Before she had a chance to wipe her mouth, Tommy kissed her. He ran his tongue around her entire mouth, licking any remnants of Angel that may have lingered. He wanted to taste Angel on her lips.

  “That was fuckin’ hot,” he whispered.

  She looked to Angel for his reaction. His lids were half closed and he was smiling at Tommy. “You play dirty, Mr. Blade. And you, Mrs. Blade, are a wile vixen.”

  Jessi’s brave initiation of sexual contact with Angel was unplanned, but something she often fantasized about. Only, in her fantasy, Angel was the aggressor. In reality, he wasn’t interested. He needed to imagine it was Tommy. She sighed. At least, she could still rely on her imagination and fall back on her fantasies, until one day, maybe, she could persuade him to participate.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  After weeks of trying to coordinate their schedules, Angel was finally going to introduce Tommy to his parents. His mother knew by the way he talked about Tommy that there was something brewing, something more than friendship, but she never pried. That’s just the kind of woman she was.

  “You know you can be yourself in front of my family,” Angel flashed Tommy a broad smile. “They already know I’m gay.”

  “I don’t think I’m ready for that. Not today.”

  Angel’s smile disappeared. “Why not?”

  “Because . . . I don’t know, A. I can’t explain it. You should know how I feel. Weren’t there people who you knew would understand, but you were still afraid to tell?”

  Of course, he knew exactly how Tommy felt, but it was so long ago that sometimes he forgot the anguish Tommy was going through. In Angel’s case, it was his mother. She tried to coax it out of him. “Is there something you need to tell me?” she asked him, to which he only shook he head. “You are my first child. I am your mother,” she said. “I know your heart.” It would have been easy to admit he was gay, but it still took him two years to tell her. When he did, she huffed. “Finally, the truth. I thought you were going to die a closeted bachelor.” Then she hugged him and cupped his face in her hands. “I love you, mijo, so does your father. You don’t need to hide anything from us, but I respected your privacy.”

  He never could hide anything fro
m his mother. He didn’t know if it was his guilty conscious that gave him away, or that she possessed a sixth sense. He remembered the painful time in his life when he was forced to hide his true identity, even though his mother made it clear that he had her support. Tommy didn’t have any of that. It was harder on Tommy. He needed to remind himself to be more patient.

  Tommy wasn’t really nervous about meeting Angel’s parents. He was looking forward to it. Angel spoke so highly of them and portrayed them as loving and supportive. They encouraged Angel’s choice of pursuing a career in music, instead of the financial security of the family restaurant.

  Angel’s parents lived in Saddle River, New Jersey. It was an affluent neighborhood, rich with lush landscaping and large, impressive homes. The extensive black asphalt driveway made a subtle “S” pattern as it wound its way up to the front of the house. When they got to the front door, Angel’s mother was waiting from them. His brother, Nesto, and his sister, Maria, stood behind her. They resembled each other, but Angel was a dead ringer for his mother.

  She was a gorgeous woman, with dark hair that fell in thick waves past her shoulders. Her fiery dark eyes were exactly like Angel’s. She wore a fitted dress that stopped above the knee. She was refined and dignified with an air of sophistication. Her English was impeccable. The rolling R’s were the only thing that gave away her Latin heritage.

  There was barely any time for conversation before Angel’s father called them into the dining room for dinner. Mr. Garcia sat at the head of the table, and Angel was the one who took the seat at the opposite end, not Mrs. Garcia. She sat next to her husband, and he periodically patted her hand.

  The long mahogany table was set with a magnificent banquet of Cuban delicacies. The dishes had fancy Spanish names that Tommy couldn’t remember, and barely pronounce. Aside from the big bowl of rice with black beans and the plantains, which they called tostones, Tommy never heard of most of them before, but Mr. Garcia explained each one of them. There was some kind of garbanzo bean patty that was surprisingly savory. Tommy didn’t want to try the oxtail, but after Mr. Garcia described the way it was prepared, with capers in a spicy red wine sauce, Tommy was glad he did. It was one of the highlights of the table. The paella was something he was familiar with, but not the way Mr. Garcia prepared it. It contained chorizo. When Jessi commented on how much she loved it, Mr. Garcia was quick to point out that saffron was the essential spice of the dish.