Title: The Gypsy in His Soul
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: Love and Human Remains
Pairing: David McMillan/Kane
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Brad Fraser, although Guy and Mike are mine.
I just let them run amok from time to time. The song lyrics are “Let Me
Entertain You” from the score of Gypsy.
Status: new/complete
Date: 12/00
Series/Sequel: Part of the Poor Little Rich Boy
series
Summary: 'Twas the night before David and Kane’s
wedding…
Warnings: m/m, language
Notes: This is in response to Peja’s wedding
challenge: a ring, rice, a satin pillow and a stripper.
The Gypsy in his Soul
Part 1/1
For too many years David had tomcatted around, jeopardizing
his emotional health, so his acting friends were thrilled that he was finally
settling down and getting married. Unbeknownst to him, they got together with
some of the friends he had made through Kane, his young lover, and decided to
throw him a surprise bachelor party.
The play they were rehearsing, a prison drama that was
actually a play within a play, with all the characters, including the female
roles, portrayed by men, would never last much beyond opening night.
On the pretext that they might as well celebrate its closing early, they
planned to lure David to one of Amore’s banquet rooms and throw him a major
party, complete with cake and stripper.
Mike, the gang leader turned deli man who had been Kane’s
friend for so many years, was given the task of making sure the actor left for
the restaurant without tipping his hand.
They were just finishing a stir-fry meal Kane had wanted to
experiment with, substituting brown rice for white rice, when Mike showed up at
the enormous house the two men had spent months having remodeled. He grinned
wryly at his young friend. “Saving it for the wedding?”
Kane’s eyes grew wide at the unintentional double
entendre. At least he thought it was unintentional, but he could never tell for
sure with Mike. He grinned and stuck his tongue out at the other man.
Mike got himself under control and went into the story he
had concocted to insure that Kane did not go with his lover to Amore’s. “I
really need a friendly ear, Kane! I’m having some problems with Candy and I
don’t know what to do with that girl! She’s driving me freaking nuts!
Yes, she will see me; no, she won’t see me! I don’t know where I
stand with her! David doesn’t need you to go to that thing. It isn’t even a
party, just some actors trying to mooch free drinks from the famous television
actor!”
Kane pulled a face, and David said hastily, “I don’t
need to go to Amore’s, Kane. They can do it without me! I’ll stay with you
and Mike.”
Mike was too strong to panic. Yet. But Kane began to look a
little green.
“C’mon, David,” Mike wheedled. “You’re with Kane
all the time. I never even get to see him anymore, since you two moved in
together. Go on out, have some fun, and let me spend a couple of hours with my
bud!” He gave David a winning smile.
David gave him a confused glance. This was strange.
“Go ahead, David,” Kane said, anxious to get his lover
out of the house so their plans could go into effect. “I don’t want you to
get tired of me. Go be with your friends for a while.”
The undercurrents went right over David’s head. “Okay
baby, if you insist. I won’t be out too late, I promise. And I won’t drink
too much either. I have serious plans for your delicious bod later tonight!”
Delighted at the blush his words drew forth, David took
Kane’s left hand and rubbed his thumb over the tiger’s eye stone on his ring
finger. He raised it to his lips and pressed an openmouthed kiss to it, letting
his tongue wrap about the ring and the finger it graced. Kane shuddered and
leaned into his lover.
“David!”
The actor laughed and threaded his fingers into the hair
that was no longer a shocking yellow, or a bright green, bringing the younger
man’s face to him for a kiss that stole the breath from both of them.
Mike was whistling tonelessly, gazing up at the ceiling.
“If you gentlemen are finished corrupting me?”
Kane stepped back from his lover, a hectic flush covering
his cheeks. David refused to let him go. He pulled him back into his embrace for
one last kiss that quickly grew out of control. David wedged a thigh between his
lover’s knees, forcing them apart. He burrowed his hands in the back pockets
of Kane’s pants, forcing him to almost sit on his leg, controlling his
movements, setting up a rocking motion that caused a deliciously hard friction
against the crotch of his jeans.
David had decreed that for the four weeks before their
wedding, they should not have sex. And he was kicking himself in the ass for
that high-handed statement. Thank God their wedding was only a day away!
Kane was oblivious to everything else. His hands holding
his lover’s face still, his lips glued to David’s, Kane slid his tongue in
to fuck the older man’s mouth. He rubbed himself frantically over David’s
thigh, his breath almost a whine as he struggled not to pass out from lack of
oxygen. He pulled his head back, only to find himself wedged into a corner of
the hallway, unable to move further, David’s mouth seeking his own in a frenzy
of desire.
It had been much too long, for both of them! “Come for
me, baby!” David whispered hoarsely in his ear. That was all Kane needed to
hear. He came apart in David’s arms, clinging tightly.
The two lovers gazed into each other’s eyes, slowly
bringing their breathing under control. Kane leaned against the wall, and David
leaned against Kane, nuzzling the spot under his left ear, just below the hoop
earring his lover wore, that matched the one in his own ear.
“Is it safe to come out now?” Mike called, from the
back of the house. David laughed and straightened.
“Sure, Mike. We just need to make a few adjustments and
then I’ll be out of here and leave you two to your tete a tete.”
Mike watched wistfully as they climbed the stairs to the
master suite, which occupied the whole second floor. He’d like a relationship
like that one day. Maybe he could convince Candy that he wasn’t fucking with
her. But she had been burned so many times before that it was impossible for her
to trust a man who wasn’t gay.
****
David was still unaware that the party was to celebrate his
few remaining hours as a bachelor. His champagne glass was never allowed to go
empty. Whenever he would be about to protest, someone would distract him and
someone else would slyly refill his glass.
He listened absently to the off-color jokes and raunchy
stories that his friends were swapping, and nibbled the platter of hors
d’oeuvres. Someone had brought along a boombox and the pulsing beat was
starting to reverberate in his brain.
Nino, his regular waiter at Amore’s, came bustling in,
and David was positive that they were about to be tossed out for being too
rowdy. Instead, the little man threw the double doors open with a flourish and
an enormous, four-tiered wedding cake was wheeled in.
Perched on the top was a pair of grooms, one dressed in a
black tux, and the other in a white tie and tails. David stared at it, bemused.
Everyone in the room was clapping and cheering.
The music changed to a pounding, driving beat with an
underlying seductiveness to it. The lights dimmed and a blue baby spot hit the
cake. The top layer flew off and a figure began to emerge.
All David could see was the upper half of the person in the
cake. A top hat perched on a riot of chestnut curls. Black silk concealed the
upper face, the eyes seeming to search for someone. And then they found him, and
he could see the lush lips part in a smile.
The figure’s torso undulated lazily forward and then
back, and a black tuxedo jacket was next to be revealed. She sat on the edge of
the cake and quickly freed an elegant leg covered in thigh high black leather
boots. The other leg followed and she unwound herself to stand easily with a hip
thrust toward David.
She turned casually and began to step down, leaning forward
to allow one of the men to give her a hand down from the cake. Her coat tails
rode up. That movement afforded David an amazing view of the thong that parted
the cheeks of her delectable ass.
One of his friends poked his shoulder. “Whacha think,
Davey? Neat idea for a bachelor party, huh?”
David looked at him aghast. “What?”
“Hey, you’re getting married, aincha? The groom gets a
bachelor party!”
The stripper strutted around the room before approaching
them, her body rippling sinuously.
“Let me…entertain you!” The voice was soft and
breathy, and…
Very definitely male!
“Let me…make you smile!” The dark eyes seemed to trap
his, and to his consternation, David felt himself grow hard.
With a start, he realized he was attracted to the dancer.
In the months since he had been with Kane, he hadn’t once looked at another
man. And now, on the verge of their marriage, here he was lusting after some
bimbo in a g-string!
The boots were butter soft. The dancer stood between
David’s thighs and rubbed them against his knees. “I’m very ver*sa*tile!”
His nimble fingers began unbuttoning the tux jacket. “And
if you’re real good…”
The tie was removed next and then shirt studs went
pattering over the floor. “…I’ll make you feel good!”
He leaned close and licked David’s ear, then took the
lobe between his teeth and bit down gently. “I want your…spirits to
climb!” The stripper left no doubt that David’s spirits were not what he was
concerned about.
David swallowed hard and tried to scoot away, but that
lithe body gave him no leeway. He couldn’t believe that he wanted this unknown
figure so much. He wanted to bend the dancer over, shove that thong out of his
way and bury himself in that firm ass.
He could have cried. It was going to break Kane’s heart
when he found out about this, and there was no doubt in David’s mind that his
young lover would find out. There were too many people in this room who were
giggling hysterically at the hard-on he was sporting.
Surging to his feet, David scooped the dancer up into his
arms and strode toward the door that led to the private rooms. He was surprised
none of his friends tried to stop him, but he assumed they knew that at this
point he would have committed mayhem to get into the alluring burden he carried.
He kicked the door shut with his foot and set the stripper
down carefully. “Take off your mask!” he ordered.
“I think maybe you’d like to do that yourself.” A
happy smile parted the lips he wanted around his cock. “Along with the rest of
my clothes?”
David recognized that voice and began to choke. “Kane?”
He tore the scrap of silk from his lover’s face. “KANE?”
He pulled the younger man into his arms and began to kiss
him fiercely. Then he began to shake him. “Do you realize I was about to fuck
a stranger?”
“No, David, you were about to fuck me!”
“I didn’t know it was you!”
“Didn’t you?” Kane touched David’s cheek with
tender fingers.
David decided he didn’t want to look into that too
closely. “Have you any idea how much I was loathing myself out there?”
Kane shrugged and turned away. “Well, it was all your
fault, anyway. This whole month you wouldn’t fuck me. Just because we’re
getting married doesn’t mean we couldn’t…”
“That was my decision, Kane!”
“But it wasn’t mine!” Kane shouted in
frustration. “And I went to all the trouble of shaving my legs and finding
these goddamned boots! Do you have any idea how uncomfortable they are?
How hard it is to look sexy when you’re afraid you’re going to fall on your
ass?”
David’s eyes had a strange glitter, and Kane felt a
sudden frisson of unease. He began to back away.
“That’s not all that’s going to happen to your ass,
little boy!”
“Uh oh!” Kane whirled and raced for the door, but David
was on him in a shot. He dragged him over to the chaise lounge that was against
the wall and seated himself comfortably. Then he pulled Kane over his knee.
“Do you know what the sight of you in this outlandish getup does to me?”
Of course Kane knew. He could feel David’s erection
against his hip. He wriggled a little, and David’s hand came down on the
crevice of his ass. Kane jumped and bit his lip to prevent a whimper. He braced
himself for the next blow, but instead soft fingers whispered over his buttocks.
Just as he was thinking that perhaps David wasn’t quite
so angry as he’d seemed, the flat of his lover’s hand began a rain of hard
spanks all over his ass. He squirmed and tried to avoid the blows, but David had
his lover’s legs secured between his own, and Kane was helpless.
“David, no! Please, David! David, I’m sorry!”
“*I’m* not!”
And then he was in David’s arms, being kissed so fiercely
he could scarcely breathe.
****
The day was bright and beautiful, the sun shining and just
a hint of the winter past in the air. David stood at the front of the room, Guy
and Mike by his side.
Opposite them were Benita and Candy, smiling softly into
their men’s eyes.
A chord sounded from the organ and everyone stood up as
Kane appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in the same tuxedo jacket that he
had worn for David’s bachelor party. The black trousers with their slim satin
stripe hugged his legs. A deep red rose graced his lapel, matching his
cummerbund.
In contrast, David awaited him in white tails. They suited
his lean height and dark good looks. In his lapel also was a red, red rose.
Kane walked down the aisle to join his lover in the most
important event of his life. David took his hand and drew him to his side,
rubbing his thumb over the tiger’s eye ring.
Before them, the woman who was to marry them requested the
small satin pillow where their matching wedding bands reposed.
Kane’s eyes were caught on that little pillow. He would
be needing something similar to sit on for some time.
But it had been worth it.
~End~
