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Rock Me, Amadeus
by Lord Malinov

~~~

"Here, here, come in here, there and sit down."  Angelica 
shouldered a young man's inert frame as she guided his weak steps 
through the dim light, working slowly around the end table and 
with a shove, deposited him on the tweed upholstered sofa.  With a 
groan, Steven struck the back of his head on the short divan's wooden 
frame.  "Oh, sorry baby, I'm so sorry, I'll get you some ice.  Lean 
back, gently, here's a pillow.  Don't close your eyes, baby.  Promise 
me you'll keep them open."

"Ooh," moaned Steven, bringing a cautious hand to his swollen lip.  
Trying to focus in the pale glow of the distant kitchen light, he 
looked to see if the lip was still bleeding.  Softly, he felt the 
bump on his nose.  "Damn," he said.  Angelica scurried back on her 
heels, carrying a cloth wrapped around several ice cubes.

"Here," she said, handing him the cool, damp towel.  Kicking off her 
shoes, she reached for the light switch.  "Let me get a look at you." 
 Steven turned his dark eyes up to her, lost and grateful.  "Poor 
baby," she said tenderly.  "You look like you just lost a fight."  
Steven touched the terrycloth to his lip gingerly, slowly pressing it 
closer.  He smiled, vaguely.

"I think that's what happened.  Lost the battle, anyway."

"You're going to have a black eye, baby.  You were so brave."  
Angelica knelt down beside the sofa and pressed her lips to Steven's 
chest.

"Yeah, well, if you call stepping in front of a truck brave."

"Bah," spat Angelica, "Jack is a brute.  He had no right to beat you 
up."  Steven winced.

"Someone should have explained that to him earlier.  He seemed to 
think he had a right.  Bam, bam, pow.  What did it take?  Six 
seconds?"

"Jack's a boxer.  He knows how to fight."

"Figures," said Steven, rubbing his calf.  "I've got a hell of a 
bruise there."

"You hit the fire hydrant when you fell."  Angelica frowned as her 
soft hands rubbed Steven's belly.

"That was the only thing I hit, well, except the cement."  

"You didn't defend yourself, you know baby.  Why didn't you put up 
your dukes?"  Angelica raised her hands in a defensive pose.  Steven 
lifted his left hand, a strong, sturdy looking paw into the light and 
smiled.

"I don't think it would have helped, but I didn't dare.  My hands are 
my fortune.  My face was just for show.  I'm a musician."  Angelica 
took his hand to look more closely at the talented fingers and then 
rubbed them over her full, pink cheek.

"You have beautiful hands," she purred.

"If I broke a finger, I'd be out of work for six weeks.  This," he 
said, indicating his roughed face, "will only cost me a few kisses."

"No, baby, it won't cost you kisses.  Not from me."  Angelica leaned 
up and kissed the unbruised corner of his mouth.  "You were my hero.  
So brave."

"So stupid," said Steven.

"No, baby, not stupid.  Jack acted like a child, bursting into the 
bar and making his demands.  You refused to let him push you around." 
 Steven put his hand on the back of Angelica's head and teased 
her thick black hair.

"He pushed me pretty good, I'd say."

"With his fists, but not with his will.  You stood up to him, even 
knowing, especially knowing that you couldn't hit him back."

"Well," said Steven, his smile evidencing a little pride, "I couldn't 
let him talk to you that way.  It wasn't right."

"Oh, baby," said Angelica, tickling her fingers down her chest.  "You 
were so brave.  Jack's just a punk, thinking he can control everybody 
with his loud talk and his fists."

"Angelica," said Steven, softly. 

"Yes, baby?"

"What kind of relationship did you have with Jack?   I mean . . . ."

"No, baby.  We dated for a while.  Nothing serious.  Nothing real 
except that he's like all men, just jealous and possessive.  I don't 
do anything he hasn't done."

"So he was out of line," said Steven, shifting as Angelica's hand 
began to caress his prick through his trousers.

"Absolutely.  I told him we were through long ago.  He wouldn't 
believe me.  You were such a brave boy."  She pulled at the zipper of 
his pants.

"Some guys just don't know when to quit," said Steven.  "There was 
this one guy, back at the Fall Symposium."  Angelica maneuvered a
thickening staff from out of the shadows of cloth.  "I would have 
laid him out, if I didn't have to, you know."  Steven held his hand 
in the light.

"I know, baby," she said, kissing the hard flesh of his cock.

"I would have knocked him flat with some Rachmaninoff, just Pow!"

Angelica turned her head to smile at Steven, pushed her shiny black 
hair behind a pale ear and sank his rigid girth between her red lips.

"Nobody grabs a lady's arm when she's out with me, that's for damn 
sure.  Oh, that's good.  Such a pretty smile, sucking my dick.  I 
would have done him flat.  My hands are very strong, you know, and 
fast.  Oh, fuck, suck it Angie.  He got a lucky punch, before I was 
ready.  I would have crashed him like a cymbal.  Just bam, bam, 
baboom.  You are so hot, such a fine ass.  Yeah, wiggle.  That piece 
of crap had better stay out of my way.  Next time, I'll arpeggio his 
face.  You like that, don't you, like sucking my big prick, yeah, 
suck it Angie."

Steven pressed her head down as the shudders ran from deep within to 
pour a fountain of hot spray from his cock.  Angelica laughed with 
delight as his wet, watery orgasm spurted into her mouth.

"Oh God," he moaned as his aching body trembled.  "So good.  So good. 
 So good."

"That's right, baby," said Angelica, licking her lips.  "You're my 
brave, brave man."

"And I'd fuck you good," he said, closing his eyes.  "If I weren't so 
fucking tired."

"You sleep," she said, kissing Steven's soft dick.  "You can tell me 
that story tomorrow."

~~~

In memory of Falco

Er war Superstar
Er war popular
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief;
Come on and Rock me Amadeus.

~~~

Malinov

-- 
Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude

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