Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Any Fool Knows	By : luna65 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Pink Floyd. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 1
- 2
- 3
1978
Snowy felt himself drifting off to sleep even as he could hear music – or bits of it – coming across the courtyard which separated the guest quarters from the main building of Super Bear when he heard a soft knock upon the door.

Puzzled, he got up and pulled on a pair of jeans. “Just a mo!” he called out, then opened the door. To David Gilmour. Snowy let out a breath of surprise then stepped back and let his visitor enter.

“H’llo Snow, whatcha know?” Such a smartarse, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, to show up at his door out of the fucking blue.

“Thought you’d already gone home.”

“We had, but I’d forgotten something,” David said, seating himself on the bed, taking Goldtop off her stand and strumming the strings. He reached in his pocket and took out a pick, then played a blues figure.

“Careful with my girl there, alright? So what had you forgotten?”

“To come see you.”

“Awfully nice of you to take the time.”

“D’ya mean that, or are your hurt feelings talking?”

“You didn’t hurt my feelings, Dave.”

“Of course I did, but you were rather diplomatic, to your credit.”

“Look, I –“

“Snow, let’s not talk, not right now. Sit down here and let me play for you.”

Snowy sat beside David on the bed, with a grin.

“Oh you’ve still that lovely smile, don’t you? What shall I play?”

“Whatever you’d like.”

Snowy laid back, his head on the pillow, as David played something familiar he couldn’t name, but it was sweet and smooth. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the tone, and felt himself relaxing again to the point of near-sleep, not noticing the music had stopped and David was kissing him and it was as if no time had passed at all since the last time. He realized he’d forgotten to lock the door.

“Wait,” Snowy whispered, then untangled himself from the other and crossed the room to shoot the bolt. He then moved his beloved guitar away from the bed, in case things became overly physical, and with David they always did.

“Missed you,” David murmured, pulling him down upon the bed.

“It’s been a long time. And you’ve shaved.”

David smiled. “D’ya like me better this way?”

“I like you any way.”

David ran his finger across Snowy’s lips. “Ever the diplomat.”

They began kissing passionately, their mouths in motion but their bodies at rest upon each other, Snowy feeling a fluttering inside at the press of that familiar weight against him and the prod of David’s erection.

“I should have let you care for me,” David whispered.

“I do. Either way.”

“Things became. . .very strange. I can’t really tell you, but it was bad of me to just go ‘way like that.”

“It wasn’t an easy time, I know. It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t forgive me so easily.”

“P’haps I haven’t, but since you’re in my bed I might as well enjoy it.”

“Oh yes you should.”

Kisses all around his face, down his neck and onto his chest, David knew just how to make him feel as though he had the most delicious skin. Snowy tugged at both pairs of trousers and they eventually found themselves naked and curled around one another, rubbing their cocks together, their hands roaming everywhere they could reach upon each other.

“How come you to be in my forest without my leave? How come you to take that which is not yours to take?”

Snowy smiled, and it seemed something within him thawed.

“I could not resist these beautiful roses, white as snow and red as blood.”

“And I cannot resist you, oh fair one. Thou must now pay tribute to me, as you have stolen my beautiful roses.”

“But I am chaste.”

David pinned Snowy down, reaching between his legs to part his thighs, stroking him towards full arousal and his fingers wandering lower to probe his ass.

“No longer, fair one. Now your virtue will be mine to take.”

A slow seductive kiss, David’s tongue lingering on his own, mouth sucking at his lips, their breath mingled hot and made them dizzy.

“Your flower in exchange for mine, my beautiful one.”

“Then take my rose, as I have yours.”

Being teased by that mouth as it sucked his skin, sucked the sweat right off him, and then the oft-remembered action. . .Snowy thought his cock fit in David’s mouth so perfectly, if such a thing were possible. And David was far more skilled than any he’d ever known, as he groaned into his pillow and pulled at his mentor’s hair. Dick had made a comment one drunken night about a “cocksucker mouth” and Snowy had blushed, ducking his head down. Every time someone else had sought to please him it was always those lips his imagination returned to: kissing up the length of his shaft, parting to take him in as far as he could go, fleet of tongue and soft, so soft. He made sounds he hadn’t made in nearly a year, hot with desire and a certain shame in being lured again so easily. But in the end it didn’t matter, he wanted it too much to be proud.

After Snowy had recovered from coming so hard his balls ached, he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and took out a jar of cold cream.

“What have you been up to, dear Snow?”

“Wishful thinking, with my right hand.”

“You must have done it just right, then, your wish has come true.”

David opened the jar and dipped two fingers in, then slowly pushed them into his protégé’s ass, parting his thighs and patiently stretching him, inching past the resistance.

“No one else with a key for this lock, my darling?”

“None,” Snowy groaned, trying to relax, feeling anxious in anticipation of both the pleasure and the pain. The cream felt ticklish and thick, but his muscles screamed with the effort.

“Then we will recall the very first time, hmm? So sweet it was.”

Heat from eventual friction made things easier, till finally he remembered how good it was supposed to be and began to feel that lustful sting which meant he wanted David buried within him.

“Now,” Snowy breathed, pulling David to him, “I’m ready for you.”

David coated his cock the same and slid inside, slowly, but Snowy reached behind and pushed at him.

“Easy, darling, remember it’s your first time.”

“Want you now!”

“And you have me, don’t you?”

“Not all of you. Give it to me.”

The sight of his golden boy begging for his cock was too much of a temptation and David pushed all the way in, as Snowy cried into the pillow, but there was only slight pain in the sound.

“Oh God yes, take me.”

“Missed this. Missed you, beautiful boy.”

More cries, and the pillow dropped away. What did it matter, if he could be heard?

They were joined, and there was nothing quite like it, not even when they played together. Snowy felt as though they might truly belong together, if only for the handful of moments he had been allowed to be with David: his mentor, his sometime leader, his guide into intoxicating desire. He held onto David tightly, relishing his weight, the feel of his skin, his scent, the sound of his voice, the way his hair felt when it fell across Snowy’s face, the brilliant ache of their passion, and he realized that David was playing him, wringing reaction and release from him with every touch of his mouth and fingers and cock. Snowy discarded discretion and sang, in a way, moaning with unabashed joy at the experience. David put a hand over Snowy’s mouth and thrust hard and deep, a low moan of his own as his lust was spent.

“Gonna hear ‘bout it tomorrow, the way you’re yowling like a tomcat.”

“Don’t like the way I sing for you, sir? You make me feel it so deep.”

It was a Blues term, some players said they could feel a solo to their very bones, considered the ultimate compliment.

“I felt it too, lover, all the way down.”

But Snowy could already sense his absence, the return of the chill, as David let go of his protégé, rising from the bed. He cleaned himself off then put his clothes on.

“Have you seen Rick?” Snowy asked him.

“Didn’t come here to see him.”

“But –“

“No one knows I’m here but you.”

“How did you get in, then?”

“I’ve a key to the front door.”

“I see. They just let you have the run of the compound, hmm?”

“I can charm my way into all sorts of places.”

Don’t remind me, you bastard.

“So you’re just going to leave?”

“I have to, dear. But it won’t be so long till the next time, I promise.”

“You know how to find me.”

“And you as well, you could always give me a ring.”

It doesn’t work that way, and you know it. Tam Lin lies in wait for the maidens fair, who have vague wishes in their hearts to be waylaid by adventure and taken against their will, but would never admit to those desires.

“When I find myself in your hollow again I’ll wait for you to appear.”

David smiled. “Do not trespass in yon wood unless ye be ready to pay the price.” He leaned forward and tugged at Snowy’s hair. “Especially those with golden hair.”

Snowy smiled and gave David one last kiss. And later he tried to tell himself that he expected nothing less when the fall and winter came and went without a summons or a visit, without so much as a call.

1979
“Heard you’d been looking for me.”

“Yeah. . .how’re things with you?”

“Just fine.”

“You been busy?”

“Yeah, I just worked on an album with Greenie, Mick Fleetwood got him a deal. It’s really good, though it made him rather nervous.”

“Who, Peter?”

“Yeah, he’s quite superstitious of the business.”

“Well, we’re getting ready to do these shows for the new record and I thought you might like to –“

”There might be rather a snag with that.”

”What?”

“I’ve been asked to join Thin Lizzy.”

“Are they that Paddy band with the dark singer?”

“Yeah, Phil Lynott. Their guitar player saw me with you, oddly enough.”

“Tried my best to make you look good, y’know.”

“Thanks ever so.”

They both chuckled. “Well, we’re going to have a whole other band, you see, and it would be a shame if you couldn’t join in.”

“I heard about the LA gigs, but it’s not going to be a tour?”

“No, it’s much too big, a whole theatrical enterprise.”

“Cor blimey, sounds too complicated for the likes of me. Another band, you say?”

“Yeah, it sounds rather odd just to explain, but the show starts out with the other band playing, and then we take over for the second tune, which is just as well because I hate that first fucking song. Then they back us up for the rest of the show.”

“I heard the single, it’s very catchy.”

“Isn’t it, though? I hated the idea at first but I have to admit it was a good one. So you can’t come then?”

“I might be able to work it out if you send me a schedule and offer me a ridiculous amount of money.”

“You’re worth it, I s’pose.”

“Are you sure you don’t just miss me too much?”

“Oh well. . .” David’s voice trailed off and Snowy sighed.

“I’m just having it on, Dave.”

“No, it’s just that. . .things have changed.”

“They always do.”

“C’mon, Snow – you and I play so well together.”

“Oh don’t we just?”

1980
In Los Angeles David was distant: busy with all the responsibilities of being the musical director, and when he wasn’t doing that, he was usually cloistered away with Roger or their engineer James. Snowy noticed that David and Roger were talking to each other much more than they had the last time he worked with them, but it all seemed officiously polite. Coldly polite. And yet he’d also heard the taunts, and the hissing whispers. No one was particularly happy to be there during the initial rehearsals, which were only nominally so, Roger either completely absent or interrupting every song to complain about something. The frustration level grew exponentially each day, and by the end of it everyone on the crew loudly proclaimed they were going to get wrecked. Snowy didn’t see the sense in that, as then they’d have both Roger and a hangover to deal with the following day.

The other guys in the surrogate band seemed almost the opposite of their famous counterparts: Willie was an old mate of David’s and very easygoing. He and Nick cracked corny jokes while Roger ranted about whatever wasn’t working. Peter was charming and funny and entirely supportive of Rick, who looked distracted at some times, ill at others. Willie told him something had gone wrong, but the four of them had closed ranks and the true story might never be revealed.

Only Andy – Roger’s counterpart – wasn’t necessarily thrilled with the chance to play with the Floyd, but David and Willie’s friend Rick had recommended him, and everyone had been offered a fair sum of money, so he would have been daft to turn it down. But there were plenty of times he muttered that he wished he were back with Status Quo. And Snowy had to stop looking at him when they were rehearsing all together, because Andy made the most horrible faces as Roger played along. Snowy was used to Roger making mistakes, not realizing he’d gone out of tune, but Andy always acted terribly shocked. Once during lunch Andy had leaned across the table and whispered to James “Couldn’t you just turn him all the way down?”

James smirked, but only replied “No comment.”

Finally, Snowy couldn’t stand it any longer and took Andy aside one day before rehearsal began.

“Look, I know it seems Gilmour is in charge and all, but believe me when I say that Roger is the true leader. If you don’t watch yourself you might very well end up back ‘cross the pond. But if that’s what you want then keep mouthing off.”

Andy rolled his eyes but gave a muttered thanks.

The four socialized well enough when it was required, although once the shows started it seemed they all became isolated from one another as well as their counterparts. After the show the Floyd scattered into their caravans and he had an open invitation to David’s, but they were never alone. David would quickly knock back a few drinks then he and Willie would tell stories about the old days. A few lines might get snorted, but Snowy always declined. Usually after an hour or so either Roger or James would appear and David would send his guests off with a faint smile, claiming band business. But Snowy would sometimes hear raised voices all the way down to where the surrogate band had their dressing room and he wondered exactly what type of business it truly was.

In New York the atmosphere improved. The families had been left behind and everyone was now in the groove of the production, knowing exactly what had to be done and when. Not to mention that the show was a hot ticket, the venue completely packed every night. Snowy began to notice things, little things. Like how Roger and David teased one another much more easily, even with smiles. And how James practically shadowed David when he wasn’t behind the veritable fortress of gear he needed to do his job. He recognized a certain chemistry between the two, and wondered if that were the change. But he never had any direct evidence. Except for one thing.

Roger sauntered in at one o’clock one day during the rehearsals and grandly announced, “I want everyone in their uniforms.”
Robbie got on the PA. “Even the crew?”
“Yes.”
“We’ll have to take a break then.”
“Yes Robbie, I’m aware of that, thank you.”
They milled backstage, all of the ones who had been issued a uniform. Snowy ended up in line between James and Peter. Peter muttered something about them all looking like rejects from the National Front. James was tucking in his shirt, and it looked as though it was only partially buttoned as he did so. David came up to him, making a clucking sound. Snowy turned his back but he could see and hear them with a discreet glance over his shoulder.
“Oi you slag, look at you!” David moved in as if to do up the remaining buttons and James smacked his hand.
“Stop!”
David chuckled, and Snowy recognized the particular subtext. “Who’re you flashing the goodies for then, hmm?”
“Do shut up,” James whispered, but his tone was indulgent. Affectionate.
Snowy flinched as David turned and dropped a hand on his shoulder. “How do you look then, lad?” He then turned Snowy around. “Oh very nice.”
Snowy had to bite his tongue because he was tempted to crack that David didn’t look handsome at all in his shirt, and he was surprised he’d even had the thought. He could have said Roger was deliberately sabotaging him with the choice of wardrobe, but that wasn’t what he truly meant.

One night he managed to catch David alone, asking for entrance rather forcibly, locking the door behind him.

“Is there nothing, anymore?” he asked, and he knew David would not be confused by such an oblique question.

David smiled that same faint smile, which seemed regretful, now that Snowy could view it without being hurried away.

“It’s not a question of attraction, Snow, just different circumstances.”

“And would those circumstances involve a certain engineer?”

David looked startled, which was all the answer Snowy required.

“I just wanted to know. I’ll mind my own house, of course.”

“I know you wouldn’t talk out of turn. But if I could –“

“If he weren’t here, you mean. And that’s why I feel sorry for him, Dave, because you’re always looking around, aren’t you?”

“What are you trying to imply, lad?”

“I don’t know. Nothing. I’ll be going now.”

David put himself between Snowy and the door. “I couldn’t bear it if you hated me.”

“Yes I s’pose Roger’s got enough hate for all of us, eh? But no, Dave, I’m not that sort of person, lucky for you. Now, if you please.” He nodded at the door and David let him out. Coming down the stairs he met James, who gave him a curious glance.

“Band business,” Snowy muttered, and continued walking. As he didn’t look back he couldn’t see how James looked at him, puzzled, then shrugged, climbing the stairs to knock at the door just as Snowy had done minutes before.

In London it was easy enough to pretend David wasn’t even there until he was right in front of him on that massive stage, so many things going on at once it was difficult enough just concentrating on the cues. It was fun to start off the show and watch the surprised reactions of the crowd, although Snowy had the strangest thought one night that he was suffocating under the mask. The mask of David’s face. . .as if it were taking over his own, somehow. Then he later dreamed he looked into a mirror and David’s face looked back at him, perfectly composed with eyes wide, asking who was the fairest of them all.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Any Fool Knows