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 THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB David

   Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com
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   Please do not reproduce on any website without permission.  This story
has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.

   ONE

   He had never stepped foot in the Archuleta mansion.  Hell, he didn't
even attend his father's funeral a month back.  Given that the old man
kicked him and his mother to the curb, he didn't see why he had to.  He
vaguely knew that the old man struck gold and made it rich when his stepson
- his second wife's kid from a previous marriage - turned out to be a
momentary teen singing sensation.  Made tens of millions, gave not a cent
to the ex-wife or his own son from the first marriage - typical behavior of
the old man, really.

   Yet here he was, driving up the pathway to the Archuleta mansion.  He
had followed this fancy road that took him past well-tended trees and
bushes bearing flowers similar to those he had seen belonging to Columbian
drug lords on TV.  He wished he was less awed by all the unfamiliar signs
of wealth that he was surrounded by, but hell, he was human.  He was
impressed.  He was even jealous, a little, that he had to live in a cramped
rented apartment while his stepbrother was clearly living in the lap of
luxury.

   Not that he could hate his stepbrother.  David Archuleta was the only
reason he was here.  If he was being poetic, he'd admit that David was the
only person who could get him to overcome years of bitterness and face all
his personal demons by coming to this place.

   He found the gates closed, barring all unwelcome visitors like him from
stepping foot on the hollowed grounds.  Well, that was no obstacle for him.
All he had to do was to make a quick call.

   "David?  Sky here." A smile softened his harsh features as he heard the
delighted surprise of the person at the other end.  "Yeah, surprise, buddy.
Listen, I happen to know that tonight is the anniversary of Ronan Keating
and Stephen Gately, and Ronan's gonna make one of his rare appearances. 
You wanna come along?"

   And then he put back his phone into his back pocket and waited, arms
crossed and his grin still wide on his face, even as he impatiently counted
the seconds in his head.  One hundred and eighty seconds...  one hundred
and eighty one...  one hundred and ninety six...  there was a muffled curse
and then the sound of feet heavily hitting the ground.

   "Sky!" cried the boyish teenager in delight.

   David Malinosky, or Sky to everyone who knew him, knew he was grinning
like a complete fool as he opened his arms.  He had only seconds to drink
in the sight of his cute stepbrother before David threw himself at Sky,
flinging his arms around the older man's neck and raining kisses on Sky's
face.

   Poor clumsy David, just seven months short of turning eighteen, had more
enthusiasm than finesse.  It was Sky who, laughing, gently cupped David's
chin to slow the kid down so that he could kiss David's lips.  He let David
lead, patiently quelling his mounting desire so that David could take his
time to explore Sky's mouth with his tongue.  Shy, still innocent David,
who had never touched anyone the way he touched Sky, was however quickly
learning how to enjoy every part of Sky's body.  David's murmurs of
pleasure were music to Sky's ears as he heard his own involuntary sounds of
delight mingled with David's.  As their tongues teased and rubbed sensually
against each other, Sky could only note dimly that David was a fast learner
before abandoning himself to David's unpolished but enthusiastic kisses.

   Sky flung his jacket to the ground behind him and lowered his back to
the ground.  He gave a groan of disappointment when David broke the kiss,
but the groan transformed into a pleased "Hell, yeah!" when David straddled
Sky's stomach and grinned at Sky as he urgently ripped at the buckle of
Sky's belt.

   He had thought of saving himself for David's eighteenth birthday, but he
realized how na<ve he had been to assume that he could wait that long. 
Hell, it was only three nights after meeting his stepbrother for the first
time that Sky was furiously pumping his cock into David's until-then
virginal asshole.  The two of them couldn't keep their hands off each
other. Sky wondered whether David's handlers would have a heart attack
should those stuffy old bastards knew that sweet innocent David had sucked
Sky's cock dry at the very first time they met.  David had taken to
everything Sky had to teach that kid like a fish to water.  Cock sucking,
cum eating, ass rimming, getting fucked in the ass, every fucking thing -
David loved it and wanted more.  David had fucked Sky's ass once before
deciding that he liked being a bottom more, which was fine with Sky as he
could never get enough of David's tight bubble boy butt.

   Despite having a thick and long cock pumping furiously inside it so many
times ever since David lost his virginity to Sky a month ago, David's
asshole was still as tight as it was when Sky first penetrated its
defenses. Sky didn't know what David do - probably that yoga shit David did
helped keep that hole tight and hot - but he definitely appreciated it.  He
gave a cry of delight when David took Sky's cock up his heated male sheath.
So hot, so wet, so fucking tight...  they could only hold to each other's
increasingly sweat-slicked torso tight as they surrendered to the rhythm of
their delirious coupling.

   In that heated forty minutes or so, as they switched positions and Sky
balanced his body on his palms as he now pumped hard into David, the world
was theirs alone.  No fears of being discovered by David's handlers, no
fear of persecution, no past to come between them, nothing - just the two
of them; wanting each other; craving and touching and coming in their own
world.



   TWO

   "I can't believe it!  I'm actually going to meet him in person!" David
gushed as they walked to the entrance of the club.  "This is so cool!"

   Sky only laughed as he gently pushed David along.  His hand lingered at
the curve of David's back and David liked it there.  He could imagine
feeling the warmth of Sky's palm through the thin fabric of his shirt.  He
could also imagine that hand being there, touching him and letting him know
that he was loved back as much as he loved Sky, and he wanted to close his
eyes, rest his head against Sky's muscular chest, and tell Sky that he
wouldn't mind not meeting one of his favorite singers if it meant that he
and Sky could escape and...  David didn't know, but maybe they could just
get on Sky's bike and disappear into the sunset.

   But did Sky love him?  David wanted to believe that this was the case.
He wasn't as innocent as he looked.  He knew that there were people who
found his blasted boyish looks seductive.  Having been singing and making
albums and reaping his parents millions of dollars every year since he was
eleven, David had confronted and warded off his share of sexual advances
from men and women of all ages.  But Sky was...  different, wasn't he? 
True, he was older, being about six years older than David, but Sky seemed
to treat David like a friend and a brother.

   Sky didn't mind when David called him late at night and he listened as
David cried, cursed, and shared things with Sky that he never told anyone.
Sky knew David's fears and dreams.  He knew David's deepest secrets.  Sky
always listened, even when David could talk for hours, and always, he would
say something that would make David feel better.  If Sky didn't have
anything wise to say, he would make a joke that would make David laugh so
hard that David fell in love with Sky a little more each time.

   "What would you do if I tell you that I don't want to go with you?" he
had asked Sky earlier as they lay on the ground, sated after their initial
frenzied lovemaking.

   "I'll just wait until you take pity on me," Sky said with that playful
grin always on his face.  Looking at him then, David's heart hurt so much,
it could break into a million pieces.

   The sign on the pub indicated that it was closed.  Sky, however, merely
knocked on the door until a handsome dark-haired man poked his head from
behind the door and scowled at Sky.

   "Well, well, if it wasn't my ex-bartender who stole ten thousand bucks
when he left."

   "Sky, you didn't!" David started to say in his surprise.

   "Ah, I'm just kidding!" the man laughed and winked at David.  "Sorry,
kid, but you can't get in.  You don't look old enough to cross the street
on your own, much less drink."

   "Aw, give him a break.  He's my stepbrother, Rupert, and I promised him
I'd get him to meet Ronan," said Sky with a familiarity that suggested that
he could very well be an exbartender who knew Rupert well.

   "It's supposed to be a closed gathering among close friends," Rupert
told Sky.  "And I believe Ronan doesn't even know that you exist." There
was a voice coming behind Rupert and Rupert paused to listen.  "You sure?
You can't blame me if the press starts swarming."

   Rupert opened the door wider and allowed another man to come to the
door. David recognized this man easily since he followed Broadway closely -
Stephen Gately, Ronan's other half.  "Mr Gately!" he said, trying not to
stammer, "congratulations!"

   "That's so sweet.  He certainly has your charm," Rupert said dryly.

   Sky crossed his arms and grinned.

   "Thanks," Stephen told David with a sincere smile.  "Come on in, all of
you.  An extra guest or two won't hurt."

   David couldn't help it.  He punched the air and released a gleeful
"Yes!" that had the three men laughing as they ushered him inside.



   He had a wonderful dream.  He was on stage, singing a song to Sky in the
same way Ronan sang that lovely song to Stephen, only this time he was
dedicating the song as well as the rest of his life to Sky.  It was their
tenth anniversary, but they were still so in love that they might as well
make it another hundred years.  And...  and...  that was when he woke up,
wakened by Sky's gentle nudging.

   Oh yes, he had somehow fallen asleep as the party continued.  As a
regimented pop star controlled by his father with an iron fist he actually
had very little experience partying into the late hours of the night.  But
he had managed to say hello to Ronan, shook hands with that man, and even
spent some time talking to Ronan.  He suspected that Ronan was just
humoring David when David gushed about how much he loved Ronan's voice.  He
thought he had died and gone to heaven when Ronan actually brought David up
on stage so that David could give an impromptu performance for the lucky
couple.  David could only hope that his medley of classic love songs didn't
suck as bad as he feared it might be.

   Reluctantly coming awake and hating this night to end, David looked up
into Sky's face.  He swallowed.  Despite having seen Sky's face so many
times that he could visualize every fine detail on Sky's face in his mind,
he still had never seen any man more beautiful than Sky.  His heart also
leapt in a foolish manner as he realized that while he slept, Sky had
covered him with Sky's jacket.  He wanted to press the jacket to his nose
and breathed in deeply.  He loved this man so much that he was scared of
what he would do should he lose Sky.

   "I don't want to go home," he heard himself whisper to Sky.

   Sky's grin faltered as he helped David to his feet.  "Yeah, I don't want
you to," he said.  "But you have to."

   "When I'm 18, I will sleep in your apartment and get your name tattooed
on my chest," David said.  "I'll tell everyone who disagrees with what I do
to fuck off.  I'm going to stop putting out music that I personally can't
stand.  I'm going to semi-retirement and make music at the rate I want,
have a press conference to announce that I'm gay and fuck anyone who
doesn't like that, and...  and..."

   "Save those dreams until you're 18, kid," Sky said gently.  "It's only a
few months away."

   As they made their way to the door, David knew that he had to say it
before he and David went separate ways...  at least until the next time
they meet again.  Perhaps tomorrow.  "I love you, Sky.  I love you so much.
You're my best friend and the only one who is there for me."

   "Well, kid, I'll be there as long as you want me." Sky sounded so
uncharacteristically grim that David had to look at the older man's face.
"When you're 18 and free, who knows, you'll find someone better than an
uneducated nobody like me."

   "I'll just have to prove you wrong then," said David with all the
confidence of a fool in love.

   "I can't wait," said Sky.