The Prince of Punk Rock

by Jenna Galicki

  Angel began to moan. She recognized it as the same moan he let out before he came when he made love to Tommy. She sucked him harder and slipped one of her slicked fingers into his ass and massaged the same spot that drove Tommy crazy. Angel jerked and an abundance of hot liquid filled her mouth, choking her and making her gag. Tommy grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled her off Angel. He ravenously sucked Angel’s cum from her mouth and licked her lips.

  She knew the only reason Angel let her blow him was because he felt bad that he hurt her feelings, and that he was fantasizing it was Tommy between his legs the whole time. It didn’t matter because this would be the last time Jessi ever touched him.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Jessi’s new workroom was on the second floor and faced the lush garden in the back of the house. Two work tables afforded her ample space to cut fabric, instead of sprawling it out on the floor like she used to do in the old house.

  The label hired her to design new merchandise for the band. It meant her designs would be for sale in high traffic retail outlets, but her name wasn’t on the label. They were only paying her to create the new logo.

  She sat at the work desk and went through her sketches. She was happy with the final design that the band picked. She liked the new logo. The words Immoral Angel were stacked in a bold font. Angel wings flanked either end and a black splotch of ink permeated the background to make it gritty and dirty.

  She was putting the sketches away in her desk drawer when she heard the doorbell, followed by voices coming from downstairs. It was Jimmy and . . . Kendall? What the fuck was Kendall doing in her house? She abruptly pushed her chair back and marched down the stairs. She followed the sound of voices into the kitchen and found Jimmy and Kendall sitting at the breakfast bar with Angel and Tommy. The heat of anger lit a fire in her belly. Kendall was unwelcome in her home. Why the fuck did Jimmy bring her here and why the fuck was Jimmy hooking up with her? Jessi stepped between Tommy and Angel creating a protective barrier and claiming possession of her men.

  Jimmy looked confused by her stance and she shot him a look that almost knocked him off his chair.

  “Well, look who decided to join us,” Kendall drawled. “I had these three gorgeous men all to myself before you showed up and wrecked my good fortune.”

  “Showed up? This is my house.”

  “I’m just kidding. Don’t get all uppity.”

  Jessi didn’t answer. She should have just tossed Kendall out on her ass, but she was almost shocked into silence by Kendall’s sitting in her kitchen. No one spoke. Everyone was uncomfortable, except Kendall. Nothing fazed her.

  “Considering I’m a guest in your new home, when do I get the grand tour? Or at least a sample of some of the great Angel Garcia cuisine I hear so much about.”

  Angel fidgeted, like he always did when she made him feel uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting company. I’ll gladly get you a drink, but I don’t have anything prepared and I really don’t have time to start cooking.”

  Jessi wished he wasn’t always so damn polite. She wasn’t going the let him serve Kendall a damn thing. “You are not a guest in this house. I want you to leave.”

  “I was expecting that. You’re not exactly Miss Congeniality. Let me use your rest room and them I outta here.” Kendall hopped off the stool and looked around, unsure of which way to go to find the bathroom.

  “That way.” Jessi pointed toward the dining room. “Around the back of the staircase. And hurry up.”

  As soon as Kendall was out of site Jimmy apologized. “Look, I didn’t know you two didn’t get along. She told me you were friends. I’m sorry Jess.”

  “Friends? Aren’t you aware of the history we share? Maybe if you weren’t too busy getting laid in the bathroom, you would’ve noticed. She tried to steal a top from the merch table when I first met her. She ruined one of my garments. Tore it at the seams! She leers at Tommy and you know she practically stalks Angel. She’s obsessed with him. That’s why she wanted to come here.” She leaned forward with her hands on the counter. “And, really, Jimmy? You can have your pick of any girl in the room, and you pick Kendall? Lowering your standards these days?”

  He shrugged.

  “Well, I suggest you get yourself checked out, because the way I hear it, she’s fucked three quarters of the neighborhood.”

  “So have I. It was only a matter of time before we hooked up. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

  He was being a jackass. They deserved each other. If she wasn’t so pissed off, she would have laughed.

  “Hasn’t she been gone a long time?” Angel pointed out.

  “I’ll find her. I want her the fuck out of this house.”

  The bathroom was empty. Jessi listened for any telltale signs of where Kendall might be. Nothing. She cautiously tiptoed down to the family room. Also empty. She was about to head back to the kitchen, but saw the door to Angel’s office slightly open and she knew he always kept it closed. She found Kendall in Angel’s office staring up at the bookshelf that contained his vintage record collection.

  Jessi pushed the door open. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

  “I was just admiring the house.” Kendall wasn’t disturbed or flustered. She was causal in her answer.

  “This is Angel’s private office. Who the fuck do you think you are coming into my home and intruding into Angel’s personal space? I know that door was closed. Get the fuck out of my house!”

  “Relax. I’m going.” Kendall snarled her lip at Jessi as she walked passed.

  Jessi was following her right out the front door. Angel, Tommy and Jimmy met her on the way.

  Kendall put her arm through Jimmy’s and continued walking. “I’m ready to go, now.”

  Few people unnerved Jessi as much as Kendall. Luckily, she knew that after tonight, Kendall and Jimmy would be done with each other. Kendall was only using Jimmy to get close to Angel and Kendall was nothing more than another notch in Jimmy’s well-worn belt.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  The band’s first full-fledged national tour was six months long and it would take them to 17 different states. Angel always knew this day would come. He had envisioned it in his head since he was a little boy. He wanted dancers and creative control over the show, and the label gave it to him. It was beyond surreal.

  With the four band members, plus Jessi and Alyssa, and the dancers, the bus was crowded, but they were adjusting. The tour bus was amazing and beyond Angel’s expectations. It was nothing like the run down outdated bus they shared on the small local tour. This was a rock star’s tour bus. Once you walked through a curtain that sectioned off the driver, the bus transformed into a three room luxury apartment. The first section contained the main living area. It had rounded black leather couches along the walls, a large flat screen TV, a stereo and a fully stocked bar. Adjacent was the kitchen/dining area. There were two booths on one side and a small kitchenette on the opposite side. There was laminate flooring, recessed lighting and window treatments. A door led into the sleeping quarters where bunks were stacked two high and two across. They didn’t offer much privacy, or much room, but they had plump mattresses as well their own personal TVs and stereos. Beyond that, a door led to the back bedroom. That’s where Angel was staying with Tommy and Jessi. The large bed took up the entire width of the bus. It was much smaller than the custom made bed they shared at home, but at least they could fit in it fairly comfortably. They had a mini fridge in their room and their own private bathroom. A plush carpet added warmth and built in closets made it seem more spacious. It was much different from where the rest of the band and the dancers were staying. He felt bad for Damien and Alyssa, staying in separate bunks with zero privacy, but he didn’t ask for elaborate separate, sleeping quarters. He didn’t ask for special treatment, but the label always gave it to him.

  He watched the road glide by outside the window and wondered how long it would be before they hit Ohio. The band already perf
ormed their first few gigs in the tri-state area to sold out crowds. They were booking larger venues now and he wondered if the other shows across the country were sold out as well. Stress and pressure always ate away at him when they performed outside the comfort zone of the band’s east coast fan base.

  Tommy joined him at the window and studied his face. Tommy always recognized his anxiety and tension. There was no hiding it. Tommy led him to the bed and began massaging his shoulders. Angel rolled his head from side to side and the knots began to disappear under Tommy’s touch.

  Angel pulled his shirt over his head and lay face down on the bed so Tommy could straddle him. The muscles in his back were hard and taut. The pressure from Tommy’s hands hurt, but the tension was slowly disappearing.

  Tommy’s hands were magic. They were the medication he needed and he started to relax. He closed his eyes and let the pressure of Tommy’s hands knead him into submission. Even though he was drifting off to paradise, he was still worried about the show. “What do you think about the dancers? Are they in sync?”

  Tommy dug his fingers deeper. “Stop thinking.”

  Angel took a deep breath. He cleared his head, and concentrated only on the warm pressure penetrating his muscles. All thoughts slowly evaporated and were replaced by serenity. Tommy always took away the burden that he carried with him. He surrendered to Tommy’s touch and let Tommy take control. He let out a deep, blissful breath and closed his eyes. “What would I do without you, my sweet prince?”

  He rolled onto his side and supported his head with his hand. “Sometimes I think it’s all a dream. Can you believe we’re here, on this amazing tour? Can you believe we finally made it?”

  “I don’t know why you’re surprised. I knew you were destined for stardom the minute I met you. What I didn’t know was how you were going to change my life. Remember how embarrassed I was about my sexuality? Now, I’d go on TV tomorrow and say, I’m Tommy Blade and I’m in love with my gorgeous singer, Angel Garcia.”

  Angel chuckled. “I remember it well. I cared about you so much, but you wouldn’t let me in. You used to have these little lines in between your brow.” He traced his finger across Tommy’s forehead, brushing a few stray blond hairs out of the way. “I wanted to kiss those lines and make them go away. Now they’re gone.”

  Tommy lowered his eyes and kneaded the blanket between his fingers. “I’m sorry. I hated that person.”

  “I fell in love with that person.”

  Tommy took Angel’s hand and entwined his fingers through it. “Why don’t you speak to me in Spanish anymore?”

  “Because now I can tell you how much I love you in English. My heart was bursting. I wanted to tell the world how strong my love for you was, but I couldn’t even tell you how I felt. I was afraid it would send you running in the opposite direction.”

  “Or right into your arms.”

  Angel picked up Tommy’s hand and kissed it. “Maybe I should have tried that.”

  “You never told me what those beautiful things you said to me in Spanish meant. What were they?”

  There were so many things he said to Tommy in Spanish. He strained to remember a few.

  “You used to say one thing to me a lot. I looked it up on the internet.”

  “What was that, mi amor?”

  “Bes . . . something. I forgot how to pronounce it, but I remember it meant I want to kiss you.”

  “Ah yes, besar means kiss. Deseo besarte means I want to kiss you. I must have said that to you a hundred times. You know, the first time I told you that I loved you was in Spanish. It was in my kitchen, in my old apartment in Williamsburg. It was that day we went shopping and we almost kissed. Te amo. I thought you knew what it meant and that’s why you ran out of the there so fast you forgot your shopping bags. Do you remember that day?”

  “Of course I remember that day. I remember every minute of every day we’ve spent together. But I didn’t know you told me you loved me. Everything sounded so beautiful and romantic. What else did you say?”

  “I told you that you were my life. Eres mi vida. And you are.”

  “What about that night at The Quadrangle? The night I finally listened to you and you told me you never slept with that guy. You said a whole bunch of things I didn’t understand, and then you just said it meant that you’d wait for me.”

  “I said I needed you. You are the love of my life and I wanted to be with you forever. Te necesito. Eres el amor de mi vida. Quiero estar contigo para siempre. That was the night before we first made love.” Angel’s heart was radiating in his chest and he could feel the warmth spreading underneath his skin. He brought Tommy’s hand to his lips and offered a loving kiss. “Such memories you and I share and we’ve only been together a short time. Can you imagine the memories we’re going to accumulate in 20 or 30 years?”

  “I’m looking forward to them. How do you say I love you, again?”

  “That’s easy. Te amo.”

  “Te amo.”

  Listening to Tommy speak Spanish was the sexiest thing in the world. “Te amo, mi príncipe. That means I love you, my prince. It may not be as romantic in English, but at least now I can tell you how much joy you bring to my life.” He smoothed back Tommy’s hair and glided his hand down the perimeter of Tommy’s cheek. “Now I can tell you that you’re golden hair glows under the stage lights, as brilliant as the sun. Your eyes are the color of the ocean and every time you look at me, I’m in paradise.” Angel touched Tommy’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Your skin is as smooth as silk and as supple as the petals of a freshly bloomed flower, kissed by the morning dew. Everyday I wake up next to you, or in your arms, it makes me wonder why I’ve been granted such good fortune and happiness in life.”

  Tommy’s soulful eyes began to mist. “I love you, Angel.” He clung to Angel and they held each other without the need for words to convey the love they shared.

  The door creaked open and Jessi stepped inside. She stopped and watched their embrace. They still didn’t move. Tommy’s head was still pressed against Angel’s chest and his arms were still tightly around Angel’s waist.

  “Am I interrupting?”

  “Never, sweetheart. I was just telling Tommy how much I love him.” Angel held his hand out to her. “Come. Join us. You’re part of this too.”

  She crawled onto the bed and took his hand. “Part of what?”

  “Part of my happiness. Part of my life. I never thought I’d share my man with anyone, no less a woman. I never thought I’d share my life with a woman. Now I can’t imagine it without you.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips. “Thank you for letting Tommy love me.”

  “Do you think I could stop him? Nothing could stop Tommy from loving you. Not even his own stubbornness. No one can resist you, Angel. I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I wanted to hate you in the beginning, but I couldn’t. I fell for you just as quickly as Tommy did. I couldn’t hate you no more than I could hate him.” She put her arms around Tommy, closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder. “And you know how much I love this man.”

  Tommy’s eyes glazed over with affection and he kissed the top of her head. “I love you. You’re too good to me. You give me everything and you don’t ask for anything back.”

  “I love you, baby.”

  “Yeah? Why don’t you show me?” Tommy looked over at Angel. “Why don’t you both show me how much you love me?”

  “We’re gonna love you all the way to Ohio.” Angel zipped off his jeans. When he turned back around Jessi was already naked, but Tommy lay with his hands behind his head, still in his jeans, staring at the ceiling. Angel exchanged a puzzled glance with Jessi.

  “I’m waiting,” Tommy picked his head up from the pillow.

  “Waiting for what?”

  “I’m waiting for you to undress me.” He put his head back on the pillow and stared back at the ceiling. “The two of you are supposed to be showing me how much you love me. So far, I don’t think you love me at
all.”

  Jessi ripped at Tommy jeans and the zipper growled at her impatience. She took his underwear and socks along with his jeans, in one swipe, leaving nothing for Angel to remove. He smirked at her and she laughed back at him.

  “I think my wife loves me more than you do.”

  Angel’s mouth fell open. “Is that the game we’re gonna play, Mr. Blade?” He grabbed Tommy’s already hard cock in his fist and tighter his grip. The head swelled from the dense pressure. Angel tugged on it, hard, and then bent down and wrapped his mouth around it.

  Tommy lurched and grunted.

  Jessi went to Tommy’s nipples, like a baby seeking nourishment. Her hand tried to squeeze its way between Angel’s mouth and Tommy’s crotch, but Angel pushed it out of his way. The prime real estate between Tommy’s legs was leased to him right now. If this was a competition, he figured he had the upper hand. He had first hand knowledge of the male erogenous zones, and by the way Tommy was moaning, he was hitting every single one of them.

  Jessi was using her breasts now, pushing them together and offering them to Tommy’s mouth, one at a time, then both at once. She was playing dirty, using tricks that he didn’t possess. Damn her woman parts!

  He sucked harder and deeper until Tommy’s cock bounced off the soft tissue in the back of his throat, blocking off his oxygen intake every tenth of a second.

  Jessi’s tongue was on the move and trying to take over. Angel gently pushed her away, while Tommy’s cock muffled his giggle.

  Tommy was watching, enjoying their game of keep away. “If you want my cock, take it from him.”

  Jessi tried to shove Angel, but her little 105 pound frame was no match for his 180 pounds of muscle. He mocked her, staring at her while flicking his tongue as fast as he could on the head of Tommy’s cock.

  “Instead of fighting over my cock,” Tommy grunted, and his legs shook, “why doesn’t someone take my ass?”

  Tommy’s ass was Angel’s territory. He would have gladly relinquished Tommy’s cock for his sweet ass, but Jessi wasn’t about to let Angel win. Before Angel had a chance to react, she slid her hand underneath Tommy and covered his crack, claiming it as her own. Angel should have known that Jessi would never lose a game when Tommy was the prize.