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this does not recount real events. The
rating on this story is NC-17.
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H A R D E R T O
B E A G E N T L E M A N
p a r
t s t e n - t w
e n t y - o n e [e n d]
© Radiantbaby,
2003
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[10]
We lay in
each other’s arms, our bodies entwined.
“I think
we might have to *order in* for lunch,” Jack sighed. “I’ve planned a
nice dinner though.”
“Oh God,
have you planned a whole itinerary for me?” I teased.
“Well, our
manager Ian had a lot to do with it, but yes.
Today is relatively free except for a phone interview I have in about
three hours. Tomorrow, I have a few
interviews and then the show at the Greek Theatre. After that, with the exception of a photo
session I have on Sunday morning, I am all yours until you leave Sunday night.”
“Busy,
busy,” I said, tracing circles on his chest with my fingertip.
“Yes,” he turned
to look at me, “I wish that I could just spend the entire weekend with only
you…but, as they say, duty calls!”
There was
so much I wanted to talk with him about, especially since we’d had our intimate
encounter. We laid there in silence for
a few moments before I was able to take in a deep breath and ask, “Jack, why am
I here?”
“Well,
that is an esoteric question then,” he giggled.
“No,
really, Jack, you know what I mean,” I countered, my tone becoming a bit more
serious.
He took in
a deep breath himself. “I wish I could
completely answer that for you, Mickey, but really I am not completely sure
myself.”
There was
silence for a moment between us. “What about…Marcie?” I asked a bit timidly.
He shifted
to turn to me, stroking the side of my face as he looked into my eyes. He seemed to be searching for something, but
I wasn’t sure what.
“You…know
about Marcie?”
“I’ve
heard about her…yes.”
“Well,” he
pushed an errant of hair behind my ear, stroking it, “Marcie is…not in the
picture anymore…”
“What do
you mean?”
Jack
sighed deeply, and shifted to lie back against the pillow. He closed his eyes. “The day after I last saw you, her and I got
together and talked, I mean, really *talked.* It
was something that we hadn’t really done in a long time. We had both become pretty complacent with
things between us, most of the passion we’d ever had had slipped away. She had come along at a pretty desperate
moment for me. I had just separated from
Meg and she had just broken up with a boyfriend as well. I am not sure if what we had was more love or
just us both reaching out for some mutual companionship. We stayed together for a long time, though,
even though we never were very serious with each other and often, admittedly,
slept around on one another. We decided
to face up to things and separate. It
was time for the two of us to move on.”
“Oh,” I
said, a bit unsure of how what he was saying was relevant to me being there.
“Mickey,
when I met you, it was like waking up from a long sleep that I wasn’t even
aware of. You sparked something in me,
something that made me want to live again, to breathe again…to love again. I know that we hardly know each other, but
somehow I feel as if I have known you for years. I don’t know what that means, but I want to
find out. I want to get to know you
better and see where things lead.”
I could
feel my eyes widen, surprised by his words, but still not trusting him. “But what about our
conversation in the car that night?
You left pretty abruptly and I thought you’d never call. It,” I paused unsure of if I wanted to admit
my feelings, but then continued, “really hurt me, actually.”
He opened his eyes and turned to me again, curling his finger beneath my chin.
“Mickey, I
never, *ever* wanted to hurt you,” he replied, his tone now staccato
with emphasis, “You don’t know how many times I have played that night over and
over in my head and wanted to do and say things differently. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I
think that frightened me. I don’t want
to get hurt just like anyone else. I
didn’t know how you felt about me, I mean, for all I knew the reason you had
kissed me was only because you were drinking.
I am really sorry. I suppose that
is why you are here, then. I wanted another
chance -- a chance to start things over and do them *right* this
time. Mickey,” he paused, “would you
give me that chance?”
* *
*
[11]
“Jack, I…”
“Don’t answer now, just give me this weekend and then you
decide. If you say yes, it may not be
completely easy, but I am willing to try and make this work.”
I moved to
kiss him. It was the best answer I could
give considering the circumstances.
We kissed
for a long time, just lazily caressing each others bodies, letting our hands
experience what we’d rushed through before.
“Are you
hungry?” he asked quietly, stroking my belly as it rumbled.
“Yes, I
suppose I am.”
“Let’s eat
then.”
We ordered
in, lounging in the hotel’s terry cloth robes as we ate. The meal was actually rather good, it was a bit of neo-Japanese fare that bellied the
expense of the hotel. After eating, we
took a long bath relaxing until it was time for Jack’s phone interview.
While I
waited for him to complete his call, I hooked up my laptop to check my emails
for any emergencies back at the office.
My email notifier came on immediately. It was an email from Zoe
that simply had “You’re in trouble now!” as its subject. I was intrigued.
“M-
Go here.
You won’t believe it.
Z.”
She was referring
to a link, so I clicked on it to see what all of the fuss was about. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it was once
I’d gotten there though. It was a long
string on a White Stripes message board and the subject was them trying to
determine who I was.
The
original message seemed to be from the fans that we met earlier in the lobby.
They even posted a picture of me standing to the side while Jack had signed his
autographs. The replies all seemed to
range from curiousity to indifference to down right
jealousy. I knew, as Zoe
said, I certainly was going to be in trouble.
“What’s
wrong?” Jack said, ambling up behind me and kissing me on the top of my
head. His interview must have been over.
I didn’t
know how to reply, still a bit shocked by what was before me. In my silence, he seemed to instinctively
look over my shoulder and to the picture of me on the screen.
“Oh,” he
said, quietly. “I guess I should have seen *that* coming.”
He leaned
forward and laid his forehead against the back of my own head. “Fuck me.
Are you going to be alright with this?” he asked with a deep sigh.
“I…I…” I
found myself stammering, a million thoughts rushing through my head. “I don’t know. I can definitely say this is a bit of new
experience.”
He moved
to perch himself on the dresser beside me. “You dated Alex Shriek though,
right?” he asked quietly.
I was
surprised that he knew about my relationship with Alex.
“Um, yeah,
but I guess that isn’t really that similar though. Alex had some minor fame here in the
“Look, I
can’t help that the fucking press is all over us these days like shit to
flies. Its driving me crazy, too, you
know?” he snapped.
“Woah, woah there,” I countered, softening
the tone of our conversation with a reassuring caress of his knee, “No need to
be like that. I just said it was
different is all. I didn’t say it was
bad.”
He closed
his eyes tightly for a moment and then opened them again, sighing. “I’m sorry Mickey,
I’m just a bit sensitive to that right now.
I have been under so much stress with all of this recent press
attention. It is driving me absolutely insane.
I just want to play to my fans and record great music, I never asked for
all of this,” he replied, waving his hand in reference to our posh
surroundings.
I reached
to hold his hand, covering it with my other hand. “I can’t tell the future, Jack, but I can say
this, I’m here to support you through all of this. Sure, things are going to take some
adjustment, for both of us, but I think we can make it through this, alright?”
“Yeah,” he
smiled widely, all of his features suddenly lighting up. “Yeah.”
* * *
[12]
Alex
Shriek. I had barely thought of him
until Jack brought him up. We had been
involved in a torrid affair about two years prior. It was a true mess.
Jack
actually reminded me a bit of him in a way though, cocksure and
idealistic. Alex was much too
egotistical though. He was also a bit
too immature. He really put me through the ringer, that one. I vowed after our relationship’s demise that
I would never *ever * date a musician again.
And look
at me now.
Here I am
on the brink of potentially “dating” (or whatever we are going to be) Jack
White and I don’t know if I want to leap for joy or spill my lunch.
And what about the logistics of all of this? I mean, really. Jack and I don’t even live in the same city, make that not even the same state. That is not even taking into account our
lifestyles, which sets us at worlds away.
What was I
getting into? What sort of fall was I
setting myself up for? My heart was
being pulled this way and that. Part of
me wanted to run out of that hotel room just as quickly as my legs would take
me and catch the first flight back home.
The other part wanted to take Jack at his word, revel in his adulation
and sincerity at least for a bit longer, and give the poor boy a chance. I
could only imagine what he was thinking about all of this himself and what had
even went through his head to push him to the point of flying me to
“So…how
did you know about Alex?” I asked him after we moved to sit on the couch.
He gave me
a look that reminded me a bit of the proverbial kid getting his hand caught in
the cookie jar.
“I…well, I
asked around about you,” he replied shyly.
“You did?”
I asked, surprised. “What, pray tell,
did you find out?” I had to laugh. I
could only imagine the stories.
He cleared
his throat nervously, a mischievous grin crossing his lips. “Well, at first I
talked with Sam. I saw you talking with
him at the aftershow before you spoke to me. I figured he’d have some sort of
scoop.”
“You saw
me talking with Sam?”
“I…well,”
he blushed a bit, “I had sort of watched you all night – well, at least from
the time I’d seen you in the audience…”
“Really?” Now I was
blushing. “Oh.”
“Anyway,
Sam told me a few things, like that you were single,” he winked at me.
“Great,” I
groaned jokingly.
“Then Sam
told me talk with Erik Sparco. I only
really got Sparco’s card at the aftershow, but I wound up calling him after I
left you and made a jerk of myself.”
“Erik
Sparco? I sure hope he didn’t say
anything too frightening.”
Sparco was
an A/R rep for EMI. He worked with Alex
back when we dated. He wasn’t a bad guy, just a bit creepy.
“No, he
just told me a bit about you and brought up Alex Shriek. I actually didn’t even realize the two of you
dated, I had his record and even met him once.
He was…” Jack paused, seemingly trying to be tactful.
“An asshole?” I completed his sentence.
Jack
shrugged sheepishly, “Yeah, I mean, that was just my opinion.”
“You are
not the only one who feels that way, trust me,” I assured him.
“Anyway, no
he didn’t tell me anything bad. In fact
once he told me about Alex, I knew I could ask my friend David who knew Alex
back then about you as well.”
“David?”
“David
Rothchild.”
“Oh, I
remember David, he played drums for Irritant.
They opened for a lot of Alex’s gigs.”
“Yes,
well, David had nothing but lovely things to say about you.”
“Good.
So,” I asked, feeling a bit awkward, “you did your homework on me then?”
“I,” he
paused nervously, cupping his hands on his knees, “I just wanted to make sure I
was making the right decision. I didn’t
want to set myself up to be hurt. I’ve
done that way too many times and really, you would have been justified with my
behavior if you had. I just wanted to
make sure my instincts weren’t leading me astray.”
[13]
“I don’t
like my face,” Jack pouted as he buttoned up a grey and black striped shirt and
then finger-combed his hair into his face in front of the bathroom mirror.
I wrapped
my arms around him from behind. “Oh
Jack, you are beautiful,” I countered, pressing my check against his shoulder
blade.
I was
surprised more and more that the bravado he showed on stage was actually
contrary to his off-stage personality.
He was a lot more insecure than I would have imagined. Still, oddly, that made him that much more
attractive to me. He was real.
He turned
around to me, placing his hands on my waist, and smiled down at me. I reached up to push some of the hair from
his eyes. “You shouldn’t hide yourself,
especially your eyes,” I whispered.
He blushed
slightly, looking down for a moment and then he looked back at me. “Mickey, you make me feel beautiful.”
“As you do
for me,” I replied.
“You
certainly don’t need my help with that,” he said, stepping back and holding out
my arms to look at me. I’d put on a simple
black strappy number (that I’d packed in case we went
anywhere somewhat nice), with some simple black platform sandals, and left my
long black locks down - save a small barrette pulling my bangs to the
side. “You really should wear your hair
down more.”
I blushed
myself, just as awkward as he was about compliments. I changed the subject. “So, where are you taking me to dinner
tonight sir?”
He laughed, looking down for a moment as if he was almost embarrassed, “Would
you believe the restaurant over at the House of Blues?”
“Why does
that not surprise me?” I teased.
“Well, I
have always wanted to go there and it’s just walking distance away from
here. How could I resist – Cajun and
Soul Food and the Blues?”
“I’m just
teasing with you, silly, I can’t wait to go.”
About a
half an hour later, we got ready to leave.
“So, you really aren’t wearing any red,” I poked at him. He was simply wearing the aforementioned grey
and black striped shirt, some black trousers, and the black creepers he was
wearing earlier.
“Tonight,
I am not The Jack White. I am
just Jack, your Jack,” he said, kissing me on the cheek as he opened the
hotel room door for me to exit.
*
* *
[14]
We had a
great time at dinner that night, Jack excitedly pointing at the blues
memorabilia on the walls as we ate and chatting about the various blues music
playing on the sound system. We
considered stepping next door to the music hall to see who was playing, but it
was Joan Armatrading and she was sold out.
“Look,
they have what’s called a ‘Gospel Brunch’ here on Sunday morning. Isn’t that
cool?” I said, pointing to a flyer ad for it on the table.
Jack
looked at the ad and smiled at me, “Hmm,
“Oh God,
Jack, the tickets are like $30 a piece.
I don’t know,” I replied hesitantly.
He pouted
a bit, sliding his hand across the table to take mine. “This is our weekend, Mickey. Money is no
object. I just want us to have a good
time. I mean, come on, look at that
menu,” he laughed, tilting his head towards the Gospel Brunch menu of
southern-fried classics, “How can we resist?”
I shook my
head at him. There was no saying no to
him when he had that glimmer in his eye.
“Alright.”
Soon after
dinner, we made our way back to the hotel, arm and arm and laughing. I think it was then that it struck me how
long it had been since I’d really laughed as I had with him that
day. It was as if almost every moment
with him, I was feeling such amazing joy.
It made me think that perhaps he was making me feel alive again
as well. That his very presence was
blowing away the cobwebs from my feelings and knocking down the walls I’d tried
so desperately for years to put up.
“What?” he
smiled at me, as we sat upstairs in the hotel’s SKYBAR. I had my head against the back of the lounge
chair we shared, simply looking out over the
I sighed,
looking at him, and snuggled closer against his arm. “I’m just really happy.”
“Me too,
Mickey,” he laid his cheek against the top of my head after kissing it, “me
too.”
“Jack, do
you ever wish that you did things differently in your life?” I whispered. Perhaps the bit of beer I’d had at dinner was
making me pensive.
“What do
you mean?”
“Like, do
you ever wish that you took a different path?
That maybe you didn’t make the mistakes that you did?”
He leaned
back against the chair, pulling me back against him and shifting his arm so
that it was now around me. “Sometimes I
guess, but I wouldn’t be who I am today if I hadn’t been through what I’ve been
through. If I’d taken another path,” the
tone of his voice was now low and sweetened like honey, “I’d never have met
you.”
I nuzzled
against his shoulder, trying to hide my blush from his statement. “Yes, but I get scared. I get scared that all the bad stuff that has
scarred me, that makes me hold back from people, hold back from you, is not so good after all.”
“Oh
Mickey,” he said, wrapping his other arm around me as well now, embracing me,
“It takes us going through the bad, to truly see and appreciate the good that
we have.”
I lost
track of how long we sat on the lounge chair after that, simply sitting
quietly, as if the only thing we were listening to was the soft rise and fall
of each other’s breathing. It was nice,
we didn’t have to utter a single word, but it was like we were speaking
volumes.
“Mickey,”
I heard him whispering, stroking my face.
My eyes fluttered open. I must
have fallen asleep. “They are kicking us
out, we should go down to the room.”
I looked
at my watch. It was
Jack stood
up next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we made out way out of
the bar. “You must have really needed
it. Besides, I didn’t have the heart to
wake you.”
“Did you…sleep?”
I asked, awkwardly, still bordering on mortified.
“No, I was
awake,” he smiled, stroking my back as we waited for the elevator.
“What
did…you do?”
He
shuffled his feet a bit and then looked at me.
“I watched you for a long time…and I thought about a lot of things. Then I talked to a few people.”
“Talked to
a few people?” I asked, my face now, I was sure, terribly red. The chime of the elevator saved us and we
boarded to make our way downstairs to the room.
“Yes, a
few people came by, complimented the album, wished me success, you know, the ‘
I covered
my face in my hands, “With me asleep next to you?” I squeaked out.
“Yes,” he
giggled. “You slept right through it
all. You’re quite a dead sleeper. I made them all whisper though.”
“Oh God, I
can only imagine what they thought of me,” I said, still speaking behind my
hands.
Jack
reached up and pulled my hands from my face, and stood before me. “They all said, ‘what a lovely woman.”
“And you
said?” I whispered. I felt almost paralyzed as he stared deeply into my eyes.
“Yes, the
most beautiful woman in the world.”
* * *
[15]
We held
hands as we left the elevator and made our way back to his suite. My heart was racing from his affections, making
my step a little lighter. I felt like a
teenager in love, all these crushy feelings for him
filling my being.
“After
you,” he waved me inside his room, opening the door for me.
Once he
closed the door, I turned around and pressed him against it, kissing him almost
ferociously. I don’t know what came over
me, but suddenly I just needed to kiss him.
He moaned
in response, wrapping his arms around me to pull me against him. We kissed for a few more moments, the passion
of our embrace rising quickly, and then parted breathless.
“I’m
sorry,” I practically panted, “I just needed to do that.”
His eyes
were glimmering with a dark desire as he looked back at me and he laughed
almost nervously. “If you ever need that
again, please don’t hesitate. I’m sure that I can accommodate you.”
“I think
the alcohol is just getting to me again,” I said, now a little embarrassed
about the fresh move I’d just made.
“Well,
perhaps I should lie you down then,” he whispered, his eyebrow now raised mischievously.
“Yes,
perhaps you should,” I growled playfully, caressing his chest through the
material of his shirt.
He reached
under me and lifted me up. “Oh Mickey,
you are certainly going to be the death of me.”
“As long
as it’s a happy death,” I teased.
“Oh, I am
sure it would be,” he laughed, laying me down on the mattress.
He leaned
down to kiss me on the cheek. “Hang on, let me change into something more
comfortable,” he whispered and went into the bathroom.
“Okay,” I
said, closing my eyes. I couldn’t help it,
but I fell asleep again.
When I
awoke, it was dark in the room. I
focused on the clock on the television to read the tiny digital numbers. It was
In the
faint light of the room, I could see Jack asleep next to me, his arm loosely
draped over my belly and his head nuzzled against my shoulder. The way the moonlight reflected against the
bare skin of his torso entranced me and I lay there simply watching him sleep
peacefully beside me.
It was
nice; I could actually look at him without being self-conscious about it. I could study him. His black hair was partially covering his
face and partially sprawled across his pillow.
His face looked so peaceful and even, to my amusement, he had a sweet
smile across his lips. He wasn’t wearing
a shirt, but I could see the waistband of shorts peeking out slightly from the
blanket resting at his hips.
I was
getting a bit afraid of the quick affection that I was feeling for this
man. Even worse, it didn’t take me long
to remember falling asleep while waiting for him earlier, falling asleep after
arousing him. I felt like an awful
tease. I worried that perhaps he’d gone
to sleep angry or disappointed in me. I
know if it would have happened with Alex, he would have shaken me awake and made
me have sex with him.
I sighed
deeply, slowly sliding off the bed as to try and not wake Jack. I smirked as I realized I was wearing one of
his shirts and that my dress was carefully folded up on the dresser. I quietly
made my way into the main room, taking a cigarette of Jack’s, and made my way
out onto the balcony. I hardly ever
smoked these days, but my nerves were beginning to get so frayed that I needed
something to calm me.
I sat in a
chair outside, looking out over the city, sucking on his cigarette. I was finding myself getting more and more
terrified, trying to think of the possibilities of how Jack might think of me
now. Had I ruined things?
“Mickey?”
I heard Jack’s voice, gravely with sleep, interrupt my thoughts.
I looked
to see him standing in the doorway of the balcony, a concerned look on his
face.
“Um…Jack,”
I replied nervously, looking down at the cigarette and back at him. Oddly, I felt like a kid getting caught
smoking by their parents. I don’t know why it even matter to me.
He rubbed
his eyes for a moment. “I woke up and I couldn’t find you. I was worried.” His tone was almost like a child’s, sweet and
innocent. I half expected him to be holding a teddy-bear.
“I’m
sorry,” I whispered, flicking the cigarette over the balcony.
For a
moment, he watched the ashen light travel through the night air and then he
looked back at me. “Is everything
alright?” he asked, a hint of reticence to his tone.
I pulled
my knees to my chest on the chair. “Yes, I’m fine,” I replied curtly, speaking
more to the balcony wall than to him, “You can go back to bed.”
He just
stood there quietly. I couldn’t bring
myself to directly look at him, but I could see him in my peripheral vision
just watching me.
“Are you..” he paused for a moment, “Are you angry with me?”
My own
insecurity hit me suddenly and, in my own exhaustion, I was helpless to fight
it. I pressed my face to my knees and
began to cry.
“Oh
Mickey, Mickey,” he whispered, rushing to me, his hand stroking my hair. “Tell me what I did.”
“You
didn’t do anything, Jack,” I sniffled. “It was me. I don’t want you to
be mad at me.”
“Mickey,”
he said almost sternly, lifting me chin to look at him. His eyes softened as he looked at my own
tear-filled ones, “Why would I ever be angry with you?”
I bit my
lip. “Earlier…” I stammered.
He looked
at me confused. “Earlier?”
“When I…fell asleep.”
“At the
bar?” he asked, now stroking the side of my face, wiping the tears from my
cheeks.
“No…later…”
He looked
at me for a second intently and then his eyes widened in recognition. “I’m not
mad at you about that. Are you kidding
me?” he laughed, poking me.
I frowned
and he looked me seriously at me.
“Mickey, you didn’t do anything wrong.
You were tired, I let you sleep.
You’re probably completely jet-lagged, trust me, I know what that is
like.”
I smiled a
bit and he said, “There, let me see that pretty little smile again. Why on
earth would you make you think I’d be mad at you for that?”
I looked
down, ashamed of my overreaction to things. “Alex.”
“Oh baby,”
he knelt before me, reaching to hold one of my hands. Had he just called me
“baby”?
“I’m Jack, look at me, I am Jack. I am not Alex and I will never be
that piece of….” He stopped himself biting his lip a bit, seeming to steel
himself from flinging any insults.
“Mickey, I know you have been hurt and I know that you are forever going
to rate your men up against that measuring stick of pain. I understand it, I do it myself. Do you think love has been all lollipops for
me? All I can ask is that you have faith
in me, have faith in this. I do not know
where this is going myself, but I am willing to just
close my eyes and let me go where the wind takes us.”
“I’m sorry
Jack, I don’t know why I am getting so emotional about things,” I said,
loosening up by putting my legs back down.
“I guess I
should be flattered,” he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and
nuzzling against my belly. “If you were
feeling nothing, I suppose then I would really have to be scared.”
“I guess I
am just tired and a bit overwhelmed. Is
it just me?”
“Oh no,
no, trust me. Every single moment I keep
expecting you to change your mind and leave,” he said, his voice vibrating
against my belly, “You don’t know how afraid I was when I woke up and I
couldn’t find you.”
“You don’t
have to worry about that,” I reassured him, stroking his black locks.
“Let’s go
back to bed,” he offered, leaning back to look up at me.
“Yes,
let’s,” I agreed.
“I can’t
believe you were smoking,” Jack said as we walked back to the bedroom. “That
supposed to take place after I do this.”
He walked up behind me, pressing his lips to my neck.
[16]
I stopped,
letting him ease up behind me, caressing my arms. “You are so terrible,” I whispered.
“Am I?” he
stepped around to stand before me.
“We are never
going to leave this room if you keep that up,” I scolded, blushing a bit at the
unintended pun.
“That
might not be so bad,” he took my hands, walking me backwards towards the bed.
Once at
its edge, he pressed on my shoulders for me to sit down. “Don’t you have a lot to do tomorrow? Shouldn’t you go to sleep?” I asked him,
suddenly strangely nervous.
I don’t
know why I was getting so nervous.
I suppose it was because when we were first intimate, everything
happened so quickly I didn’t have time to think. Now, things were moving much more slowly, and
many more secrets had been shared between us.
“Are you
nervous?” he asked concerned, caressing my back as he sat beside me. “You are
shaking.”
“Yeah, I
don’t know why,” I replied, looking down, a bit ashamed.
He lifted
my chin with his finger. “Let me calm your nerves.”
He leaned
over to kiss me, caressing the nape of my neck.
I softened to his touch, the feelings in my body quickly changing from
reticence to desire.
He had
that effect on me unlike no one else, pulling desire from deep within my being
so that my passion was almost explosive when I was with him. I tentatively reached over and touched his
knee, lightly caressing and kneading the flesh as my fingers worked their way
up his thigh.
He moaned
as we still kissed, the muscles in his thigh tensing slightly beneath my touch.
“Oh God,” he whispered, his lips now moving towards my neck. “Touch me.”
It would
have been easy to honor his request just that simply, but I wanted to tease him
a bit, tease him as he’d teased me the first time we were together.
I slid to
my knees on the floor before him, pushing his own knees apart to settle between
then. He looked down at me, his hair
hanging down almost covering his face.
“I might,” I teased, planting a light kiss on the top of his knee.
He tossed
his hair from his eyes. “You’re a little
devil.”
“You’ve
not seen anything yet,” I replied, coyly, beginning to stroke his thigh with
the tip of my tongue.
He
breathed in quickly through his teeth, clutching on to the mattress underneath
him. I began teasing him with careful,
flicks of my tongue all around his knee, behind his knee, and up his inner
thigh.
I also let
my hands begin caressing him as well, beginning from his feet and ankles and
letting them slowly make their way up to meet my tongue. “Oh Mickey, you are driving me crazy,” he
groaned, his toes curling against the carpet.
“We can’t
have that now, can we?” I replied, moving to slip my hands up the lengths of his
thighs and up to his hips underneath the legs of his shorts.
He closed
his eyes and laid his head back against his shoulders, my hands lightly
caressing his hips and the tops of his legs, slowly making their way to meet
together in the middle. He was pressed
hard against the material of his shorts, straining against my touch. I slid my hands out from beneath his shorts
and slid them up to run my finger along the waistband. He bucked his hips lightly against me, as if
his body was trying to get my touch to go back to where to it had been. I pulled on the waistband and he lifted his
hips so that I could slide off his shorts.
His
erection stood before me, more enticing than I would have imagined. I curled my finger beneath the sac of his
balls, and leaned down to flick my tongue against its tip. “Oooh,” he sighed,
his hips rising slightly again, pushing himself against my lips.
I teased
him a bit more, flicking my tongue up and down the length of him until I
finally settled at the top, taking him into my mouth. I suckled him softly, but quickly began to
pleasure him ferociously. I couldn’t
help myself, as I intensified his moans and groans intensified as well and I
just wanted to pleasure him more and more.
One of his hands came up to stroke my hair and for a moment I worried he
might push me down on himself as too many men do, but instead, he just lightly
caressed it.
“Oh
Mickey, oh my god,” he groaned, his hand sliding down to rest on my
shoulder. Soon, his hand was griping my
shoulder tightly. “Mickey, I am going
to…I am going to come.”
I was
impressed he’d warned me, but I felt this need to taste him. Instead of pulling away, I intensified my
ministrations. He raised his hips more
off the bed, his breathe staggered and deep, and then he had his orgasm,
falling back onto the bed.
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I wiped my
mouth, looking up at the panting man before me.
“Come here,” he said, lifting me to sit on his lap.
He looked
me in the eyes and then kissed me.
“Thank you,” he stopped for a moment and whispered, “But I’m
supposed to be pleasing you.”
“You have,
you are,” I replied, resuming our kiss.
He then
leaned back against the bed and pulled me to lie beside him. We moved up towards the pillows and he
crawled on top of me, pulling the blanket over us.
He was
hard again already and pressed himself inside me as he covered us. I sighed
with his penetration, wrapping my legs around his back as he rested his weight
against me.
“You feel
so wonderful” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine with every movement, every
thrust that he made.
His
movements were slow and sensual, still counter to my own ravenous, primal
ones. I suppose we complimented each
other in that way.
“Mmm, I love being with you,” I replied, grasping the
sinuous muscles in his back.
“Me too,”
he purred, reaching down to stroke my aching clitoris as he moved in and out of
me.
It didn’t
take long for him to pull a climax from me, in fact he easily pulled several,
each time moaning along with me and smiling down at his work.
“I love to
see you come,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck as his penetration
became quicker and deeper.
I grabbed
tightly onto his back, the two of us groaning in unison until his own body
stiffened and he whimpered my name with his own climax.
* * *
The wake
up call came far too early the next day.
I think I nearly jumped from it startling me, but Jack seemed to simply
wake up unaffected when he leaned over to pick up the receiver.
“Hello…thanks,”
he said softly, hanging up the phone, and then shifted to snuggle back up to
me.
“I don’t
want to get up,” Jack whined, our legs entwined, embracing me.
“Me
neither, let’s just stay right here,” I said, tightening my arm around him.
He sighed
deeply, “I wish I had that option.” He
began to stroke my hair.
“Yeah,” I
replied, resigned.
“Thank you
for a wonderful night last night,” he said, shifting so that he was looking at
me.
“The restaurant?” I teased.
He
smiled. “Yes, and, of
course, everything else.”
“My crying?”
“Well, that
wasn’t entirely nice, but I was very happy that you were able to let me in a
little bit,” he replied, pressing his hand to my heart.
“You are
too good to be true, Jack White.”
“No, trust
me, I’m not. I just try really hard.”
* * *
Jack spent
the day doing various press and preparing for the show. I stayed back at the hotel for the most part,
doing a little work here and there on my laptop, and mostly just hung
about. Jack kept calling to make sure
that I was alright and if I needed or wanted anything. Of course the only thing that I wanted or
needed was to be with him, but I knew that he had his obligations to attend to.
He sent
one of his crew to pick me up late that afternoon. The man was the consummate gentleman, handing
me a rose and ushering me downstairs to the waiting car. He was dapper, dressed in a black suit and
shirt, red tie, and black derby hat. He
was terribly well mannered, but also terribly quiet.
I myself
had trouble figuring out what to wear before he’d arrived. Part of me wanted to join in Jack’s red and
white world, but I didn’t want to look silly.
I settled on a pair of black patent leather pants, black boots, and a
black and red New York Dolls baby-doll tee – close enough for any dress-code
specs I might be up against, I supposed.
I did fight the urge to put my hair up though, leaving it down like Jack
liked. The glimmer in the crewman’s eye
seemed to say that it looked like I made right choice.
Pulling up
to the venue, I began to feel a bit awkward.
I could see groups of fans gathered here and there, anxious for the show
and to perhaps meet Jack and Meg. It was
a new world for me. Alex had his own fan
base of course, mostly consisting of lascivious groupies unfortunately, but it
was nothing on the scale of what Jack and Meg had. I could see many of them excitedly watching
our car pass as we entered through the back gates, seemingly eager to see
through the tinted windows who the passenger was. I am sure it would have been a let down had
they seen it was just simply me.
Once
parked, his crewman (who still had not given me his name), came around and
opened the door for me. We were parked
in the backstage lot, surrounded by other crewman rushing about to get
everything set up for the show. A few of
them nodded to me, many of whom were dressed in the exact same dapper garb as
the man leading me, but most seemed caught up in their own work. I was led through the people and over to
where there were a few trailers set up.
They had been in buses when I saw them the last time, but I suppose with
the long layover in LA, they hadn’t hired any buses that weekend.
We walked
up to the furthest trailer and the crewman knocked on the door. There was a long pause, making me even more
edgy, and then the door finally popped open.
It was Meg.
“Mickey,
hi,” she said shyly to me and then nodded at the crewman, “Hello Patrick.”
Patrick
nodded hello to her and then made his way back into the fray of people
backstage. “Come on in,” Meg smiled, stepping
back to let me into the trailer. “Jack
should be back in a minute, he said he needed to talk to someone real
quick. Sit down.”
We sat
down around a small table, a stack of magazines and boxes of cigarettes
covering it. There was a TV mounted on
the wall showing “Bride of Frankenstein” and a man laid out on a couch towards
the back sleeping.
“That’s
Ben” Meg said quietly, noticing me looking back at the man, “He passed out.”
“Oh,” I
said nervously. It had suddenly struck
me that I hadn’t had a conversation with Meg through the entire ordeal that I’d
had with Jack. Sure, I’d seen her at
that after-party, but she had been mostly quiet and aloof, talking to only a
few people.
Meg seemed
to be a little nervous too, picking up a drumstick and lightly tapping the
table with it. “I like your shirt,” she
said, smiling at me, but barely making eye contact.
“Thank
you,” I replied. “How is your arm?” I
added, referring to her somewhat recent injury.
“Good, it
gets sore sometimes still, but good.”
She looked
at me. I could sense that she was sizing
me up in some way. Perhaps I was a bit
too. Despite what they told the press, I
knew the truth about their past romantic relationship. I wondered if that would affect my
relationship with her. I was interested
in getting to know her.
“What?” I
said nervously.
“Nothing,
I…” she smiled, tilting her head a bit as she looked at me. “I am just happy to
finally meet you. I wanted to see who
was making Jack so happy.”
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The squeak
of the door opening to the trailer interrupted our conversation.
“Meg, do
you know what I did with my red jersey?” Jack bounded in, looking a bit
exasperated, his features lighting up once he saw me. “Mickey!”
He was
wearing some black pants and a simple black t-shirt. I smiled and waved at him.
“Jack, I
think it was with the cleaning they did the other day. Did you look in that stuff?” Meg replied,
giggling a bit at him.
“Oh,” he
smiled boyishly at the two of us, smacking his forehead, “I forgot to look
there.”
“That’s
why you need me around,” Meg teased him, her shyness melting away a bit in
Jack’s presence.
“Mickey,
do you mind coming with me to find my shirt?” he offered. “I need to get ready for the show.”
“Um…sure,”
I said, looking at Meg and then back at Jack.
I was enjoying my conversation with Meg, but I supposed it could
reconvene later.
She gave
me an approving look, seeming to sense my hesitation, so I got up and followed
Jack out of the trailer.
His eyes
practically glimmered as he helped me down the steps. “Look at you. You look amazing. I’m going to
completely pale in comparison to you tonight,” he said, looking me over
admiringly.
“I doubt
it,” I teased, slipping my hand around his arm.
He leaned
down and kissed me on the cheek and then led me through the people to one of
the other trailers. We went inside and I
watched him pick through various red, black, and white clothes.
“Here it
is,” he said excitedly, pulling out a red soccer jersey with a white collar.
“Do you mind if I get changed?”
I smirked
at him, “Of course not.”
We were
alone in the trailer. “Let me do this
first,” he hung the shirt up on a hook and pulled me to him in a passionate
kiss. I wrapped my arms around him,
stroking the nape of his neck with my fingertips.
“God, I
missed you today,” he murmured against my lips as we broke from the kiss.
“I missed
you too…terribly,” I smiled up at him.
He blushed a bit and then pulled off his shirt and his
pants. I tried to be subtle watching him
as he turned around and changed, but it was certainly difficult. I didn’t think
I was going to ever get used to him wearing so little.
He changed
into his soccer jersey and the same pair of black and red pants I’d seen him
wear when I last saw him perform. He was
becoming Jack the Rock Star right before my eyes. A part of me was sad by it, but I didn’t know
why.
“Just a
few more touches,” he assured me, sitting on the chair over by a mirror. He began to apply his stage make-up and
mussed his hair up a bit more with some gel.
Yes, he
truly was a rock star.
“What’s
wrong?” he looked at me, once he’d completed his look.
“Nothing,”
I smiled at him, “Nothing at all.”
* * *
The show
was amazing. Jack had stood next to me,
protectively holding my hand through the opening acts’ performances and though
I hated to let go, it was certainly worth it to watch him perform himself. Even though I had seen him play live before,
it was just as powerful as the first time.
His passion filled the whole theatre, everyone’s hearts seeming to beat
right along with his, following him on his frenetic journey. It seemed as if just as soon as it had
started though, it was over and Jack was rushing off the stage with Meg.
He
practically ran to embrace me, sweating and hot, his breathing heavy. He didn’t say a word, but simply squeezed me
to him. He didn’t need to speak, he was saying so much. The crowd chanted outside for more, rising to
such a fever pitch that he pulled away to look at Meg and they nodded back
towards the stage.
“A few
more minutes and I’m completely yours again,” he said,
cupping my face in his palms and kissing me quickly on the lips. Then he rushed back off into the bright
lights of the stage.
He and Meg
tore through three powerful encores before saying their final goodbyes to the
audience. The crowd roared for them,
getting louder and louder as they took their bows and exited the stage. It was over though.
* * *
“Do I look
alright?” Jack asked, coming out of the shower of our hotel room.
He was
wearing his black suit, black shirt, and red tie ensemble, emulated by his
crew. He had on his black derby hat and
his hair combed straight. He looked, as
always, amazing.
“Are you
kidding me?” I teased walking up to him and taking his hand.
“There is supposed
to be a lot of people at the after-party -- hipsters and celebrities
galore. It’s going to be so LA.” he
said with a hint of insecurity, emphasizing the last two words with air
quotations with his fingers. “I want to
look alright.”
“You’ll be
the best looking man there,” I assured him, stroking his palm.
“Well, I
at least have to try to be, since I will have the best looking woman on
my arm,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss my blushing cheek.
“Who would
that be? Are you seeing someone behind my
back?” I teased.
“No, silly. I mean, you
of course,” he laughed.
“Thanks,”
I replied a bit awkwardly, though inwardly I doubted with all of the starlets
around, I’d be the “best looking.”
“I don’t
really want to go, actually. I wish we
could just hide up here,” he whined, grasping my hand.
“I know,
but we really should. It’s just
downstairs.”
“Yes, I
think I’ll moonlight a bit and then we can sneak back up here, game?”
“Game.”
* * *
Jack
nervously made his way through the party, full of “hipsters and celebrities” as
he predicted. He was gracious with
everyone he met, talking with them about the tour and the album. You could tell
he was bristling a bit with all of the attention, but he seemed to take it in
stride.
I excused
myself to the bathroom shortly after we arrived. I wanted to pull my hair up into some
pigtails as it was a bit hot in the bar.
I was in the bathroom, quietly fixing my hair when the door suddenly
slammed open startling me.
“I knew you’d
be here,” I heard an almost snarling voice say.
Much to my surprise, it was Alex.
“Alex,
what are you doing here?” I exclaimed.
“Well, I
would ask the same, but I think I know. Seems that shit from the White Stripes has been asking around about
me. They said he was interested
in you and look, here you are, what a surprise!” he
spat entering the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Alex, go
away, just leave it,” I yelled at him, grasping a bit onto the sink. I could tell by the all-too-familiar look in
his eyes he was on the verge of getting violent.
“Tell me
you’re not sleeping with that piece-of-shit-pussy,” he said, rushing over and
grabbing me hard by the arm, shaking me.
I could smell the alcohol on him.
He was certainly drunk.
A toilet
flushing stopped us both, causing us to both look at the door to that stall
opening slowly. It was Meg, a look of
worry and horror on her face. Thank
God, it was Meg.
“Meg, Meg,
get Jack!” I pleaded as she made her way out past us quickly.
“Yeah, get
that fuck, bitch!” he yelled out the door after her and then turned back to me,
shaking me again. “Answer my question,
are you sleeping with him?”
“Alex,” I
pleaded, “Stop, you are hurting me.”
“You’ve
always been such a slut, I wouldn’t put it past you, but that fuck? That faggot fuck? Come on, Mickey.”
“Shut up,
Alex. Leave me alone, leave us alone.”
“Bitch,”
he replied, backhanding me across the mouth, my teeth biting into my cheek
causing my mouth to bleed.
Please
Jack, please get in here, I thought to myself.
Luckily, just as the thought crossed my mind, the bathroom door slammed
open again. Thankfully this time it was
Jack.
“Well,
well, well, if it isn’t Alex Shriek,” he said through clinched teeth, his eyes
glaring. I’d never seen him like that
before.
Alex
shoved me to the floor and I crawled to the corner on the cold tile, trying to
stop the blood in my mouth with my hand.
“At your service,” Alex replied, bowing indignantly.
Jack loosened
his tie and tossed his hat on the floor beside him. “What do you think you are doing, Alex?” he
said in an angry tone.
“Oh, what? Is your little bodyguard going to come and beat me
up?” Alex mocked him.
“I fight
my own battles, Alex,” Jacks tone was getting more stern and loud, though it
was still even. “I ask you again, what do you think you are doing?”
“I should
be asking you the very same question.
Who said you could have my girl?”
“Alex, I’m
not your…” I stammered.
“Shut up,
bitch,” he interrupted me, pointing at me.
In what
seemed a flash, Jack had launched himself at Alex, knocking him to the
floor. Jack was punching him hard, Alex
flailing about below him.
There was
a string of obscenities between them, before two guys from the opening band
rushed in and tried to pull them apart.
It was difficult to unlock the two of them from their wrath and it took
Jack’s bodyguard quickly bounding in to finally pull them apart. He lifted Alex like a little rag doll by his
shirt and carried him out of the bathroom.
The other two men were flanking Jack’s side trying to calm him.
Jack’s tie
and jacket was ripped, his face was bright red, and his hair was pressed
against his head with sweat. His chest
rose and fell dramatically as he tried to catch his breath. Jack then looked over at me, the rage in his
eyes quickly softening to concern.
He pulled
from the two men to join me on the floor. “Oh baby…baby, are you alright?” he
asked, stroking my hair, his eyes, surprisingly, tearing up.
I think I
was just in shock, watching the people pile in the bathroom and then get
ushered out by more of Jack’s crew men (“Nothing to see in here, go back
out…”). “I…I don’t know,” I stammered,
my own tears starting to slip down my cheeks.
“David,
get some ice and a towel,” he asked one of the men that had come in to stop
things. David rushed out of the room.
“God, I am
so sorry,” Jack said, lightly stroking what I was sure to be a bruise on my
cheek.
“It wasn’t
you,” I replied, I could hear my voice as meek and pitiful. It sickened me.
“I should
have been there for you, I should have protected you from this,” Jack said,
smacking his fist against the wall.
“In the ladies room?
You came when you could.”
“Meg…Meg was
so freaked out when she came and got me.
She was terrified to leave the stall she was in, but she said she
thought if she didn’t, he might kill you,” he said, his eyes darkening a bit
with the last words.
I looked
over his shoulder to see Meg standing nervously in the doorway. I was ashamed a bit to look at her, to look
at anyone. It was like, “Hey people,
this is my dysfunctional life, welcome to it!”
“Thank
you,” I managed to mouth to her.
She smiled
back at me and then David came rushing back in with the ice.
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Jack put
the ice in a towel and pressed it lightly to my cheek.
“Are you
alright yourself?” I asked him, his face still flushed.
“Angry,
but alright,” he replied, stroking my hair as he held the towel to me.
“Jack?” a
deep voice came from the doorway. It was
his bodyguard, BJ.
“One
minute, baby,” he said to me, poking my nose with his fingertip. He got up and went over to BJ and they went
out of the bathroom together.
“How are
you doing?” David asked calmly. I just
remember mostly how calm he was, as it was so different than his stage presence
with Whirlwind Heat.
“Not so
bad considering, I guess.”
“I haven’t
seen Jack like that in a long time,” Meg added, still standing in the doorway
with her arms akimbo.
“Yeah,” David
added, looking back at Meg and then to me, “I really thought he was going to
kill that guy.”
Jack
walked back into the bathroom, rushing a bit to sit on the floor next to me
again. “Do you want to go back to the
room yet, baby?”
“Can we
just stay here for a bit?” I asked meekly.
“You want
to stay here?”
“I’m a
bit,” I paused, “ashamed. I want to wait
to the place clears out a bit and people move on from the incident.”
“Okay,” he
kissed my exposed cheek, “anything that you want.”
“BJ, can
you get the owner to put an ‘out of order’ on the door and let us alone for a
while in here?” Jack asked.
“Of
course,” BJ replied, leaving the bathroom.
“Yeah,
we’ll leave you guys alone,” Meg said, taking David’s arm.
“Thanks,”
I said awkwardly.
BJ returned
a moment later, placing the “out of order” sign on the door and closing it
behind him.
“How
fitting,” I mumbled to myself.
“What?”
Jack asked, putting an arm around me, now holding me against him as he resumed
holding the towel of ice to my cheek.
“I just
said ‘how fitting’”
“What is?”
“The ‘out
of order’ sign, that’s my life.”
“Oh
Mickey, don’t think like that. You don’t
need to be ashamed from all of this, you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should be ashamed for losing
control like I did.”
“I can’t
say that I’m unhappy that you did. You
really came to my rescue,” I cooed.
He sighed
deeply. “Well, as I said, I wish I could have gotten here sooner, but I’m glad
I got in here.”
“What
happened to Alex? Do you think he is
still out there?” I asked, a bit of fear rising in me.
“No, Alex
won’t be bothering us for a while. BJ
took him out back, gave him a good talking.
He said it looks like I messed him up pretty bad, even might have broken
his nose. BJ basically told him he’d
finish the job if he doesn’t leave us alone.
With BJ being as intimidating as he is, its no wonder Alex left quietly
after that. I think he went to the
hospital.”
“Wow,” I
sighed. “What a totally bizarre
experience.”
“He’s done
that before, hasn’t he?” Jack asked, his voice tinged
with a bit of bitterness.
“He’s…been
violent, yes -- really only when he has too much to drink, though. I have never seen him that bad before.”
Jack
pulled me to him a little tighter. “You’ll never have to worry about that from
me, I promise.”
“I know.”
We sat
there for a few minutes silently, just sitting on the cold tiles of the
bathroom floor. I should have been
completely uncomfortable, but with Jack, it felt almost like home.
“Is there
anything else I can do for you, baby?” Jack asked.
“Sing for
me, I love it when you sing.”
“I might
not sound so great without any music, laughing a bit,” he said, “but I’ll do
anything you want.”
He began
to tap his foot against the wall and slap his thigh in a rhythm and then began to
sing a medley of songs – “Apple Blossom,” “Truth Doesn’t Make a Noise,” “You’ve
Got Her in Your Pocket,” and a few more I lost track of.
It was
really lovely and calming and actually lulled me to sleep.
“Put your
troubles in a little pile and I will sort them out for you…”
* * *
“Mickey?”
I heard Jack’s voice softly say, awakening me from my small nap.
I opened
my eyes and smiled at him. “We should
probably head up to the room now,” he added.
“Okay,” I
said, letting him help me up from the floor.
My body was sore because of the odd position I had been sitting in.
“Let’s get
you upstairs and I’ll draw you a nice hot bath.
That will be really good for you,” Jack offered, wrapping his arm around
my shoulder and leading me out.
He dropped
the wet rag from the ice at the bar and the owner let us slip through the back
entrance to get upstairs with as little fanfare as possible.
“I guess I
ruined your party,” I said as we stepped into the service elevator.
“Never,”
he corrected me, covering my lips with his fingertip.
“You must
think all that I do is sleep. At home I
rarely do, actually, I’m a bit of an insomniac.” I said to him, a bit self-conscious about
falling asleep with him yet again.
“You’ve had
a lot going on, Mickey. I’m amazed you are holding up as well as you have,” he
reassured me.
We exited
the elevator at our floor and made our way back to his room. He ushered me immediately to the bedroom,
sitting me down on the bed, slowly peeling off my clothes and shoes for me, and
then pulled the blanket around me. “I’ll
be right back,” he said, going into the bathroom. I could hear him turn on the faucet to the
tub.
He came
back out of the bathroom a few moments later, sitting next to me on the
bed. He began to massage my shoulders,
trying to ease the tension of the evening.
I let myself go limp to his ministrations, letting him take care of me. It was hard -- I had always been independent
and never liked to ask anyone for help.
I was too tired to fight him though and I could feel something welling
up in me that I hadn’t quite counted on – trust.
“It should
be ready in a few minutes, it should help you relax,” he said quietly.
Within
what seemed to be too short of a time, he got up again to check on the water in
the tub. I could hear the squeak of the
faucets being turned off. He reappeared
in the bathroom doorway and made his way back over to me.
“It’s
ready, baby,” he said, taking my hands and lifting me from the bed. I let the blanket fall to my sides and walked
nude towards the bathroom with him. It
was almost like I was in trance, it was really strange. Still, my senses snapped to recognition as
soon as I neared the bathroom door and I stopped cold.
“What’s
wrong?” Jack asked, looking at me concerned.
It had
just hit me. I hadn’t yet been able to
bring myself to look at my face since “the incident”, simply burying my face in
Jack’s chest when we left the bathroom downstairs. I knew that in the hotel bathroom with its
mirrored walls, I would not be able to escape it. “I don’t want to see myself,” I said, pulling
a hand from his and covering my bruise with it.
I could still feel its tenderness.
“Mickey,”
Jack stepped closer, taking the hand on my face into his own. “You are beautiful.”
[20]
“I’m
scared, Jack,” I whimpered.
“You never
have to be scared with me,” he replied, leading me slowly into the
bathroom. I kept my eyes on the floor as
he led me to the tub, a big garden number usually standard in such hotels. I stepped inside the heat of the water and
slowly lowered myself in the steam rising up.
Jack
smiled down at me and then pealed off his own clothes, his body looking even
more beautiful to me than before for some reason. I could see he had his own war wounds though,
a few bruises on his arms and chest, but nothing too serious.
He slid
into the tub behind me, pulling me between his legs.
“Now let’s
get you washed up,” he said, taking some soap and a washcloth and began to
lightly wash my upper body.
I was surprised
how sensual the experience was. Before
when we had taken a bath together, we had sort of played around like children
and just had a good time, but this time, he was actually washing me and
apart from early childhood, I don’t think I’d ever had that done to me.
I let
myself relax against him, feeling a slight arousal well within when I began to
feel his own arousal pressed against me from behind. I slid my hand back to touch him, forever
eager to please, but he stopped my hand and held it.
“Not now,
baby,” he said softly, kissing my neck. “This bath is for you.”
He
continued to wash me, lingering on my breasts and belly. It was oddly paternal and sexual at the same
time, but certainly delightful. I moaned
in pleasure, leaning back more into the warmth of his chest and the heat of his
sex. He slipped his hand down to my
thighs, hidden by a gathering of bubbles, and slowly began to caress between
them.
I was wet
from more than the water and Jack was taking full advantage. I didn’t really care that it didn’t involve washing, the man knew how to do things with his fingers that
I could barely comprehend.
“I once
read that psychiatrists used to use vibrators and such on their female patients
to calm their anxieties,” he murmured, his voice a mix of playfulness and
salacity. “Am I doing any good?”
“Yes, Dr.
Jack, oh yes,” I whined, arching my back to press myself more against his
fingers as their pressure became stronger and faster.
I let
myself go to the pleasure, forgetting about the evening and all of the other
stupid insecurities that I’d let rule me for so long. The two of us were moaning in the tub, Jack
lightly bucking his hips against my back as his touching was reaching a
crescendo. My climax hit me hard and I
held tightly to his hand and to the side of the tub with its intensity and then
fell, limply, back against him.
He wrapped
his arms around me, holding me against him, nuzzling my neck. “What about you?” I asked.
“Oh…I can
take care of that.”
“Do you
not want to…have sex?” I asked, a bit surprised.
“Oh yes, I
do, I just think you’ve been through enough today for that. It would be selfish of me.” Was this guy for real?
I turned
to look at him, “Well then…can I watch?”
He looked at
me, his eyes and face conveying that he was a bit nonplussed by my
question. “Do you…want to?” he asked, a
little blush rising in his cheeks.
I shifted
to move myself to the other side of the tub to face him. “Yes, very much.”
Sitting
across from me, he smiled at me a bit nervously, and then closed his eyes and
moved his hand between his legs. His
legs were at my sides, so I lightly began to caress them. He practically growled, stroking himself
slowly, little sighs and moans escaping his lips. I was surprised at how exciting he was to
watch and, interestingly enough, how he looked remarkably similar to how he
looks when he performs on stage.
He opened
his eyes to look at me, half-lidded, his teeth now biting his lower lip. “So beautiful,” he murmured, “So beautiful.”
We
retained eye contact as his movements became a bit more intense, even a little
frenzied. I found myself slipping my
hand between my legs, lightly caressing my own self as he was turning me on far
too much again.
“Mmm, yes,” he sighed, watching me touch myself.
His sighs
and moans quickly became louder, the muscles in his legs tightening, and his
hips rising slightly off the porcelain of the tub. His hand moved quickly on himself, soon
rendering him to his own climax, the ejaculate slipping between his fingers.
[21]
Jack awoke
early the next morning for his photo shoot.
He put on his white suit, a white hat, and a red shirt. I could see the
bruises on his arm when he still had his jacket off.
“Will that
be alright for the shoot?” I asked, pointing at the bruises while sitting up in
bed in a robe.
“They
always airbrush anyway,” he waved it off.
He sat
next to me, kissing my cheek as I held a hot mug of coffee. “Are you going to be alright? I’d invite you along, but I’d hate you to be
half as bored as we will be.”
“No,
that’s alright, I have some notes I need to put together for my meetings
tomorrow. I should stay here and work on
that.”
“God, it’s
almost over. I can’t believe that it is Sunday
already,” he sighed. “Don’t go.”
“I wish I
could stay, I do, but I really have to get back,” I replied, leaning
against him.
“I know, I
just thought I’d try,” he smiled at me.
There was
a knock on the door and Jack got up to answer it. I could tell by the voices that it was Meg
and BJ.
I got up
peeked around the corner. Meg noticed me
and waved.
“Good
Morning, Mickey,” she said.
“Good
Morning.”
“We’ll try
to not keep Jack too long,” she added.
“I hope
not, we are going to get saved this morning!” Jack proclaimed
enthusiastically, throwing up his hands.
We all
said our goodbyes and they left for their photo shoot. I myself simply went over to the table and
settled in with my laptop.
Having
trouble focusing on the impending work I needed to do, instead I found myself
writing a long letter to Zoe about how the weekend
had gone. I mean, yes, I was going to be
telling her in full detail most likely within the next 24 hours, but a part of
me needed to get it all out in writing, get it solidified before it faded away
into the vast recesses of my memories.
I told her
about everything, good and bad, and how odd things had turned out after
all. Jack had surprised me in so many
ways and though I was sure that I hadn’t yet begun to peel away the layers of
his psyche, I had at least seen a bit more of him than most. It was funny going into the weekend I had so
many reservations about things and now it seemed they’d all been lifted from
me. It was almost as if I’d even changed
a little bit in those mere 48 hours and that even though things would resume
their normal pace sooner than I would like, there was a part of me permanently
transformed by the experience.
Jack
returned about 3 hours later, around
“Hey
there,” he chimed excitedly, kissing the top of my head and I saved my notes on
the computer.
I turned
around to look up at him. “How did it
go?”
“Same old,
same old, I guess. I always feel awkward
doing those things. Besides, now they
are always trying to get me to affect a ‘sexy look’ and I just feel stupid.”
“Well, you
do look sexy,” I kissed the material covering his belly, “but I am biased.”
He held me
to him for a moment and then said, “It’s about
“Yeah,” I
looked down at myself, still donning the robe, “I need to get ready as well.”
Jack
changed into a plain black t-shirt, black slacks, a white belt, and a black
jacket. He said he “just wanted to blend
into the darkness” with me. I just threw
on a plain pair of black pants and a black and blue striped polo. It certainly wasn’t our “Sunday best”, we
looked more like two teenagers crashing a mass, but I could see Jack was tired
of the public eye for the weekend. Too
bad it was never getting tired of him.
We walked
hand in hand to the House of Blues for the gospel brunch. It was quite an experience
-- soul food and good ole’ gospel.
The crowd was on their feet by the end, caught up in the moment. Jack and I stuffed ourselves with cornbread,
southern fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, homemade waffles, and homemade
peach cobbler whilst talking about the shows excitement and comparing it the
often humdrum atmosphere of a classic Catholic mass. It was definitely different and made me
regret a little bit not going to church for far too long.
Leaving
was hard as they began to clear out the place, not so much just because we’d
have such a great time, but because we knew that my departure time was nearing
quickly. My flight was at
Jack held
me close to his side as we slowly made our way back to the hotel room, a sad
silence falling between us. We quietly
began to putter about the room once upstairs, each of us packing – me for that
night and him for the next morning.
While pressing my clothes into my suitcase, I felt Jack’s arms wrap me.
“I don’t
want you to go,” he said, his face nuzzling into my hair.
I turned
to face him, embracing him. “I don’t
want to either. I wish today would never
end.”
Much too
soon after, we found ourselves in a car on the way to LAX, Jack’s arm around me,
a staunch look on his face. Once we
arrived at the airport, Jack kissed me for a long time and held me to him
before BJ, who was driving, said, “Sir, she should probably check in.”
I looked
at my watch. It was
I wanted
that moment to simply be in slow motion, but the busy hum of the energy of LAX
seemed to make things rush too fast. It
seemed before I knew it, I was boarded onto the plane and in the air on the way
back home.
I pulled
out my laptop, once allowed, to make some final notes for the next day. Flipping it open, I found a somewhat crinkled
piece of paper inside, pressed against the screen and the keys of the keyboard.
I opened
it up, flattening it out. It was a
letter from Jack.
“My dear
Mickey,
You have
made me the happiest man alive right now and I just needed to tell you that this
last weekend was the best weekend that I have had in far too long of time. Even with all of the drama and craziness
around us, I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
I will
call you as often as I can, probably soon making you tired of me. I hate to see you go, but I know that you
have your responsibilities as I do. One
responsibility I have though is to tell you that my door is always open for you
and I hope that you know I will always be there. I will be counting the hours until I see you
again.
With Much
Affection,
Jack III”
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