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  She laughed. "I get the picture."

  "My wrist is pretty worn out."

  She sobered. "Maybe you shouldn't wait anymore. Maybe he's waiting for you to..."

  "I don't think so. I think he's punishing me."

  "Well then, he's punishing himself as well."

  Tony nodded.

  "At least he didn't turn you away."

  "Yes. I couldn't have taken that."

  Janet hugged him. "We all make mistakes. This was a biggie, honey. I was very angry at you and Drake for awhile until Mac made me understand a little more. Anyway," she released him, "Angelo seems happier. He's working again."

  "Yes. It's going very well."

  "What are they like together...the band?"

  "Don't ask me. I haven't been invited to find out."

  "Oh," she said as they walked out into the living room.

  Tony paused, looked over at Angelo who was laughing at something Mac was saying. He caught his breath. How absolutely gorgeous he was. All his.

  Only he had no right to touch him anymore.

  On the way home that night in the car, Tony drove.

  Angelo complained of being tired.

  "Are you going to let me see you play one day?"

  "Sure. Anytime," he said, leaning his head back on the car seat.

  Tony glanced at him. "Yeah?"

  "You never asked to come."

  "You didn't act like you wanted me to."

  "I don't have any objection," he yawned. "You can come and jam with us if you like."

  "Really?"

  He folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. "Sure."

  Angelo was asleep when Tony pulled the car into the garage. Tony smiled at him and thought about saying his name, but instead he leaned over and kissed his mouth softly. "Angelo," he said, moving his lips down his jaw. "Christ, you're beautiful. Let me sleep with you tonight?"

  Angelo opened his eyes. He held his gaze for a second, then he said, "No."

  "Fuck," Tony muttered.

  Angelo got out of the car and went into the house.

  Tony pounded the steering wheel.

  Nolan pulled Drake down underneath him and kissed his mouth again. "I never dreamed you could suck cock like that," he muttered. "Most guys can't get their mouth around it."

  "I must say," Drake said, "my jaw aches."

  Nolan laughed. "I'll make it up to you."

  "I think you already did, honey. You're as nice to suck as you are to fuck. You're very appreciative."

  Nolan laughed and rolled off of him.

  Drake reared up and rubbed his chest.

  "I did get a bit loud. You know how to use that cock of yours."

  "You have a receptive receptacle."

  Nolan howled.

  Drake laid his head back down on the pillow.

  Nolan rolled onto his side. He couldn't get enough of looking at him. He could lay here with him the rest of his life. It was weird. It wasn't his style at all. He'd always liked variety. He was a love them and leave them kind of guy...but Drake...he was something special. And now that he'd touched him, now that he'd had this man inside of him, he would never be able to get enough. The problem was his heart. His heart would break if Drake never wanted him again after today...or if there was someone else. He knew he could never replace Johnny. He didn't want to. He couldn't be jealous of a dead man. He only wanted to be close to him.

  "You're quiet," Drake said.

  "I'm wondering what I've just done."

  "Well, if I recall..." Drake grinned.

  "No, I mean... This is embarrassing."

  "What's embarrassing?"

  "Wanting you this much."

  Drake met his gaze. "I'm flattered."

  "I don't want your flattery. I'm after something far more important than that."

  "Which is?" He raised an eyebrow. "My body?" He laughed.

  "Oh, God yes, always that...but more. Drake, I want your heart."

  "Well, I need it right now but..."

  "Don't joke." He held his gaze. "I want your love."

  Drake nodded. "I'm not joking. Maybe right now all I can give you is physical love...but," he took a breath, "give me some time, I'll see what I can do, okay?"

  "Does this mean...?"

  Drake reached over and placed a hand on his cock.

  "Oh yeah, we can do it again."

  * * * * * *

  Tony punched the pillow several times and rolled over in bed. He lay there on his back, hot. He was so hot. What in hell was going on with the air conditioner anyway? He ran a hand over his chest and down to his cock. Hard. That was no surprise.

  "Goddamn you, Angelo." He sat up. He moved a hand over his chest, feeling his nipple harden. Maybe if he took a shower, cold, very cold. He got out of bed and stood in the mirror. He closed his eyes, imagined Angelo standing there naked, moving up against him, pulling him back into his strong, muscular arms.

  "Torture me, tie me down, touch me, fuck me...Goddamn it."

  No answer. He was alone. He opened the door to the room and walked out into the hall. He could hear the television playing low. Angelo was in the living room.

  "Can't sleep either?" Tony asked, walking out into the living room. He knew he was completely naked.

  He knew he was hard.

  Angelo looked up at him, then quickly away. "The air conditioning isn't working very well."

  "I know. I'm hot."

  "Me too."

  "Are you?"

  Angelo looked over at him. "You know what I mean."

  "Well, I'm hot for you. I can't...Angelo, please."

  Angelo sat up on the sofa.

  "Don't you want me anymore?"

  There was no answer.

  "Are you never going to talk to your father again?"

  He stood up.

  "This is ridiculous. Why do you want to deprive yourself of...or is it just me, you want to punish me? Okay, I'm punished. How long is this going to go on? Angelo, answer me."

  "Why don't you leave me?"

  "Because I love you."

  "So you'll stay here with me, without sex, forever?"

  "If I have to."

  "Most men would find it somewhere else."

  "Have you?"

  "No. I'm not you."

  "That's unfair. When are you going stop testing me? I don't want it anywhere else. I want you. Let me touch you." He held out his hand. "Let's heal the past, put it behind us. Let's start again. I'm here. Angelo, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Let me..."

  Angelo suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him up against his chest.

  Tony moaned with satisfaction as Angelo's hands moved roughly over his flesh. "Is this what you want? Is this what you miss, Tony, my touch...my cock?"

  "Yes, Yes," Tony moaned, trying to kiss him, but Angelo avoided his mouth.

  "What do I have to do, Tony, to make you want only me, to make you crave my body like a drug...want me more than the famous rock star, Drake Russo?" He grabbed him by the hair and pressed him to his knees. "There, there," he growled, opening his jeans, pushing them down with his free hand, "suck it. Suck my cock. Feel it. Feel in your soul...let it burn you...sear you...so that you will never want another like you want mine."

  Angelo pressed his face against his groin. Tony wrapped his arms around Angelo's thighs. Angelo suddenly pushed away from him. Tony looked up to see his chest heave, silent tears shaking his body without ever making a sound.

  Tony swallowed hard. How he'd hurt him. If he could only take it back. He stood up. He opened his arms, waited.

  Angelo moved into them. Tony sobbed in relief.

  "It's okay," he said softly, "it's okay, baby. We're going to make it. I promise. We're going to make it now."

  Five Years Later...

  Nolan ran his hand over the length of Drake's cock.

  Drake opened one eye. "What time is it?"

  "Eight o'clock."

  "Oh no," he moaned, rolling over, "it's too early to fu
ck. Let me sleep."

  "It's your birthday."

  "I want to forget that."

  "You're beautiful. I love you," Nolan said, rolling him back over. "You better not forget that." He smiled down at him. "I got something special for your birthday." He began kissing down Drake's chest.

  "I bet," Drake drawled, "let me guess...that gigantic cock of yours."

  "You're hard."

  "I'm always hard." He began to squirm as Nolan started playing with his cock. His hips lifted off the mattress.

  Nolan sat up, smiled at him. "You know, maybe you're right and we should wait until later.

  "You tease," he grunted. "It's too late now. You started this, so get to work."

  "Hey, I'm your guitarist, not your slave," he smirked.

  "Please," Drake said, smiling at him.

  "Well, since you put it that way," Nolan said, lowering his mouth to Drake's cock. "You know I can't resist when you say please."

  * * * * * *

  Tony watched Angelo for a few minutes, then burst into laughter.

  "Shut up. What?"

  "You have more flour on you than in the bowl. Why didn't you just have a cake made?"

  "You think it's too late?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face.

  "Baby, it's never too late," Tony said coming over and taking the wooden spoon out of his hand.

  "You're too sweet. You're sweeter than this melted chocolate you got here in this bowl," he said, dipping his hand into it.

  "Tony," Angelo warned, trying to back away, "don't you dare."

  Tony grabbed the top of Angelo's sweat pants and slid his chocolate-covered hand down inside, smearing it over his cock.

  "Tony," Angelo scolded, looking positively outraged.

  "I love it when you're furious. You are cuter than cute. You look exactly like your father did when Nolan threw him in the pool last Christmas."

  "That was funny."

  "He deserved it, too." Tony grinned.

  "Yeah, but I didn't do anything to deserve this. Yuck." Angelo glanced down into his pants.

  "I guess I'll just have to lick it off."

  "Damn right you will."

  Tony pulled down Angelo's sweat pants and got to his knees. He licked the chocolate off the top of his shaft. "Um, I don't know what tastes better, you, or the chocolate." He sat back on his heels. "God, if you don't get sexier as you get old."

  "Old? I'll show you old," he said. Angelo dipped his hand in the bowl and pushed Tony down on the floor. They giggled and wrestled as Angelo took off Tony's robe and spread the chocolate on his chest.

  "Um. Chocolate-covered nipples. My favourite."

  "Ouch, you bit me, you fiend," Tony laughed.

  "Yeah, well, I'm going to do more than bite you, baby," he growled. "I'm going to fuck you right here on that table."

  "Angelo," Tony squealed as he dragged him to his feet and pushed him onto the table. The bowl tipped and Tony found himself covered with flour. He was howling with laughter.

  "This beats cooking," Angelo told him.

  "We don't have lube."

  "No, but we do have Crisco."

  "Oh my God....you're an animal." Tony struggled, but not too hard.

  "Yeah, and you love it."

  He felt Angelo's cock enter him and he smiled.

  "Come on, Chef, thank God you can fuck better than you can cook."

  * * * * * *

  "What's that?" Drake asked as Nolan pushed him towards the shower.

  "What?" He pulled him back into his arms and began to twist and tug at his nipples.

  "That sound," he grunted. "Um, that feels good."

  "It's the sound of Tony and Angelo fucking in the kitchen under us. Want to go see?"

  "Of course not," Drake said, trying to struggle away. "What do you think I am anyway; some kind of a pervert? I don't want to watch my son fucking."

  "I might. He's hot."

  "Watch it," Drake warned, laughing.

  Nolan pulled on Drake's nipples some more than reached down to fondle his cock. "Don't worry. I'm not through with you yet, birthday boy. I want to fuck you in the shower, deep and hard."

  "Oh yeah?" Drake laughed. He grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. "I'm going to fuck you, now, here against the wall. We'll see who can make more noise, the father or the son."

  Nolan laughed and wiggled his ass suggestively.

  "Give it your best shot, stud. And that's Tony squealing down there, not Angelo."

  "I love you, Nolan," Drake whispered into his neck as he positioned his cock at his ass.

  "Not as much as I love you," he whispered as Drake pushed into him. Drake didn't hear him, but that's okay. "Go, baby," he moaned, "oh God yes, go."

  * * * * * *

  "What's all this mess?" Janet asked her son as she walked into the kitchen, half asleep.

  Tony was giggling as he wrapped his robe around him again. Drake struggled with his sweat pants from behind the counter.

  "Ah...I'm baking a cake," he said innocently.

  Janet poured some coffee from the carafe and eyed him. "You're cooking something. Oh, God. I'm not eating it. You're not going to make a cake for your father's birthday, are you? I thought you were ordering one?"

  "He...he is," Tony said, grinning. "In fact, we're going to pick it up right now. Aren't we?"

  "We are?"

  "Yep. Come. Now," Tony demanded.

  Drake followed Tony down the hall.

  Tony pulled him into the den.

  "What?"

  "What? I haven't finished with you yet, stud. Get those sweats back off."

  Angelo saluted him, and pulled off the pants.

  "God, your nipples are covered in chocolate."

  "That's your fault, but so are yours."

  "It looks like we're not going to need breakfast."

  Janet yawned and sat down at the counter. She sipped the coffee. Through the balcony door, she could see Pepi swimming in the pool with Abbey. She wondered where that girl was. She got up and walked over to the balcony door. Mac was out there too, half asleep in one of the lounge chairs.

  A few minutes later she felt strong arms fold around her and soft lips kiss her hair. She turned around and grinned playfully, pushing him away.

  "Hey, babe."

  Drake gave her one of those deadly smiles. "Hey, sexy. Where's the old man?"

  "No worries," she winked. "He'll never know. Happy birthday."

  "Yah, yah. I'm trying to forget."

  "You're still pretty sexy for an old guy."

  "You'd still cop a feel in the back room when Mac and Nolan weren't looking, wouldn't you?"

  "You bet your ass," she teased, reaching around and pinching his butt. She bit her hand comically.

  "Still hard as rock."

  He laughed.

  "Does that go for your cock too, I wonder?" she cooed.

  "Hey, hey," Nolan said. "I heard that, lady." He came up behind Drake and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "If you want him, you have to pay. I'm renting him out."

  "I got a dollar," she teased.

  "Hey," Drake muttered, laughing. He pushed Nolan away. "Where's Angelo and Tony?"

  "Who knows?" Janet nodded. "With those two..."

  The door opened suddenly. "Uncle Drake," Abbey screamed, running into his arms.

  "Oh, you're all wet, kid."

  "Uncle Nolan," she said, hugging him as well.

  "When did you guys get here?"

  "After you were in bed," Nolan said.

  "I got a present for you," Drake said.

  "What?" Abbey cried.

  "Not another one," Janet scolded. "You guys spoil her."

  "Wait until later," Drake winked.

  "I got one for you too. I made it."

  "Cool," Drake said.

  "Where's Angelo?" Abbey asked, hugging her mother's neck.

  "You don't want to know," Drake winked.

  "Doing the nasty again with Tony," she announced.

  Ja
net's eyes widened. "Where did you hear that?"

  She looked at Drake.

  "I didn't tell her that," he said defensively.

  "Television," Abbey said.

  Mac came in now, giving Pepi a shove as he did.

  "Children, children," Drake said.

  "Let's go out for breakfast," Mac leaned down to kiss his wife. "I'm famished and it doesn't look like those boys are making anything. What's all this flour all over the place?

  "Drake's cake," Janet said.

  Drake made a face. "I don't want a cake, and especially not if my son baked it."

  Everyone laughed.

  "I'm with you on the breakfast thing," Nolan said to Mac.

  "I'll get dressed," Pepi piped in. "Come on, Abbey, get your clothes on."

  * * * * * *

  Tony kissed Angelo's lips gently, and sighed. "I love you so much. You're so sexy and edible, even without the chocolate."

  "We should go out and make breakfast for our guests," Angelo told him.

  Tony nodded, but when they came out into the kitchen, everyone was gone.

  Angelo went and looked out the front door. He came back into the kitchen, his hands in the air.

  "Mac's van is gone. Dad's vehicle is still here, so is Uncle Pepi's."

  Tony laughed. "They went to breakfast."

  Drake shrugged. "Oh, well. I'll call the caterer about the birthday cake, and..."

  "I'll make French toast," Tony volunteered.

  "Sounds like a plan."

  * * * * * *

  "You guys are some hosts," Drake said later on that day. "A guy could starve to death around here."

  "They live on love," Abbey announced. "Doing the nasty again."

  "We're going to have to wash out that mouth of yours," Janet scolded. "Stop saying that."

  Angelo leaned down and tickled his little sister.

  "Don't believe her. She's bluffing. She used to say that to me too, but she always chickened out."

  Janet swatted Angelo on the butt.