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Lessons Learned	By : luna65 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pink Floyd Views: 919 -:- 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.

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(James)
James entered his room in the dormitory at Super Bear, dragging a heavy heart in frustration after the unexpected events of the day, only to find the object of that frustration lying upon the bed, hands clasped behind his head, a self-satisfied smirk pursing his lips.

“I suppose I should be thankful that you’re so devoted to your work, dear boy, but I can honestly say I have waited far too long for this.”

James walked towards him and David sat up and pulled him onto the bed, where they immediately tangled together: arms and legs and mouths seeking fusion with the other.

“Tell me what you want,” James whispered between kisses which were more like the devouring of two people who were finally receiving sustenance after nearly starving. “Whatever it is. Anything.”

“That’s a very serious word, lad. Shall I show you want ‘anything,’ means?”

“Anything,” James said, with a brazen emphasis he had no idea he’d even possessed until that moment. “Everything.”

“Have a care, James, lest you find yourself in something you never meant to enter into.”

A pair of achingly sincere brown eyes stared into the most beautiful blue eyes he’d ever seen. A voice thick with longing and adoration spoke quietly but firmly.

“I want you.” He kept saying it, as they continued to kiss, then James got up, locked the door and took off his clothes. David was surprised to see him so decisive, he had underestimated the depth of James’ emotions.

“Have you ever done this?” David asked, sitting up and removing his shirt. He undid the buttons on his jeans but left them on.

“With a man, you mean?” James got back onto the bed in the space between David and the wall.

“Yes.”

“No, never.” It was now his turn to lay there much as David had, but his portrayed an interesting contrast between his normal sweet-faced demeanor and the fact that he was displaying a full erection without any trace of self-consciousness.

“Then why are you so certain you want to do it now?”

As if I could possibly tell you the real reason. “Because I want you. I’ve done nothing but think of it every night since we met.”

“I’d noticed.”

“Then I’m confused by your skepticism.”

“It’s just that in my experience people often say things they don’t truly mean, in order to obtain what they believe they want, only to discover that they didn’t truly want it, or not nearly as much as they thought.”

James ran a hand along David’s bare arm. “I don’t know what else to say other than to test me: tell me what you want and I’ll do it. Whatever it is.”

“Consider this your first lesson,” David said, shedding the rest of his clothes and pushing James upwards on the bed until he was up on his elbows, head and shoulders against the wall. “You’ll learn a very important skill by example.”

Gonna school me, sweetheart?

James smiled, but he was blushing, a stain against the preponderance of his pale flesh.

“Such a lovely cock,” David enthused in a flirtatious way as he positioned himself between James’ thighs, pushing them as far apart as they would go and still keep his feet upon the mattress. “Ever been told?”

“No. Do women really notice that sort of thing?”

“They notice everything, though they’ll often tell you very little. They’re secretive creatures. So therefore in this you must be the opposite and tell me absolutely everything.”

“Yes sir.”

“Oh and you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, with that sweet obedience, hmm?”

They were working on the first Brick, and it was difficult considering how much sonic ambience Roger wanted in the track, but so much space in the music. David had been trying line after line only to have Roger reject them all for being “too busy.” His patience was wearing thin and it wasn’t even noon.
“Keep that last one,” he instructed James, “and let’s go again.”
He looked up when he heard no response and Roger was standing right over their engineer in the midst of a harangue. David frowned.
“Are you listening to me, boy?” he snapped.
James reached over and switched on the talkback mic.
“ – the schoolmaster will come in before the children, James –“ Roger was saying.
“Just finding you a track, sir, one moment,” James replied without looking at David. Roger rolled his eyes at the response.
“Rog, the kid can only do one thing at a time.”
“It’s all of a piece,” Roger snapped, “and he’s not your personal property.”
David smirked to himself. Not yet.
“Ready now,” James said, looking up. David stared at him for a moment, watching his eyes widen slightly at the scrutiny, then fluttering in discomfort, and David imagined he thought that the other knew what associations he would have when he used the term. He began to play, and Roger sneered, walking out of sight, but James was absolutely still, ready to obey and to adore.

“Painfully obvious, then?”

“It is now a requirement of your employ.”

They kissed again, David pulled James into his arms for a moment, clutching him tightly.

“Never wanted to?” David asked. “Till now?”

“Till you,” James replied, whispering, as if he realized the gravity of his admission.

“Because I will break you, boy. And once I do then it’s too late to change your mind.”

James fell back on the bed, his hair a dark halo upon the pillow, eyes wide with challenge and desire.

“Do it. If you don’t take me now I think I might die.”

David let out a breath of arousal. Christ, this boy was so sweet, so willing. No having to coax forth admissions of affection, no endless feints of longing disguised as sarcasm, only the utterly naked confession of someone who desired him from the outset. And didn’t he need that, given how utterly rotten his relationship with Roger had become. Had to have it, lest he lose his mind.

”Watch me now,” David instructed. “Pay attention to what I’m doing.”

He began running his tongue along James’ cock and took pleasure in the deep gasp his pupil let out, his body shuddering.

“What? Never had it done?”

“Not like that!” was the breathy exclamation.

“You poor thing, sounds as though you’ve been quite deprived. Now focus, boy, I shant give too many examples before I expect you to show me what you’ve learned, hmm?”

“Yes sir.”

Do or die, lad, we are going to have such fun, you and I.

David tongued with expert attention to detail, every inch was tasted, and every potentially sensitive spot exploited for arousal. The way in which James’ face contorted as he fought the urge to collapse in the face of such seduction looked painful to David’s reckoning. But he had to admire the boy’s fortitude, it appeared he truly wanted to obey, was not merely paying lip service to the tenants of attraction. After he discerned that he had tortured James enough, he pulled away, sitting against the wall and smiling at the way the boy seemed to melt into the bed: flushed, sweating, panting, and fully erect.

“Think you can do that to me?”

“I will.” The words were barely above a breath, the heady scent of James’ arousal was irresistible to David, he moved to lay on the bed beside him, his tongue brushing a bead of sweat upon his temple.

“And when I say ‘suck my cock’ what do you do?”

“I say ‘yes sir’ and I do it.”

“No, you get down on your knees and thank me for the privilege, and then you do it.”

James smiled, but it was with joyful agreement rather than sardonic response.

“I will, sir.”

David stood up, went to lean against the wall across from the bed. “Come here,” he said, as if calling a dog. James came to him, their eyes locked.

“Suck my cock.”

James got down on his knees and whispered thank you then carefully took the extremity in question into his mouth, attempting to emulate what he had just experienced. His tongue fluttering around the shaft was perhaps a tad too rapid, it was like being fellated by a hummingbird. But David forgave James’ nervousness and felt himself build towards orgasm nonetheless. To watch that shining dark head move in the most reverent way, as if this act were a holy sacrament, it was altogether too much, he never known such intensity. He pulled his cock out and the boy stared up at him, startled.

“Did I –“

“Shut your eyes and open your mouth,” David commanded, and began to masturbate without delicacy, his hand sliding across the fluids already coating the shaft. Less than a dozen strokes had him shooting right into James’ face, streaks of semen hitting his cheeks and his forehead, one fell across his lower lip and he instinctively licked at it which made David want to push him to the floor and fuck him hard. But that would have to wait, it wouldn’t do to break the boy all at once. Although David would never consciously admit it, he now knew what he was dealing with, and ready to ensure the bond they developed was one which could not be broken by any means. He sagged against the wall, cupping his hand around his glans to milk the last drops. He slid down until he was seated on the floor, James was obediently still, his eyes remained closed.

“You can open your eyes now,” David said, his voice a post-coital rasp.

Those big brown eyes, they fluttered open and appeared unsure. David smiled and held out his sticky palm. James licked it without question and David ran his fingers along a few drops which had landed in his hair.

“You’ll be wanting a bath, lad.”

“We could have one together,” James said, smiling.

“Oh aren’t you romantic. No, I can’t stay, lover. It wouldn’t do to have the others see me here next morning, hmm?”

James looked down, swallowing nervously. “No, of course not.”

“But don’t worry, we’ll have another lesson soon enough.” He ran his index finger along one of the smears, then put it into James’ mouth.

“Some never get used to the taste, some can’t get enough. But you’re going to be a good boy and swallow it down either way, aren’t you?”

He pulled his finger out and James licked his lips. “Yes sir.”

Yet another late night, in yet another club, absolutely wired and unconsciously tapping his feet to the infectious beat of “Good Times.” It was times like these James actually wished he could dance, because it did look like fun. And it was something to do, when the music and the atmosphere encouraged physicality and all he could do was sit alongside his beloved as David flirted with half the female population of Nice and leered at James occasionally, knocking back shots of whisky or tequila, face flushed and smiling.

Good times! These are the good times!

David suddenly reached over and grabbed his ass, and James gasped, then they both giggled: half-drunk, half-high and fully aroused. David drummed his fingers along with Nile Rogers’ sinuous riff.

Leave your cares behind!

“Fuck it all, I like this one.” David proclaimed loudly.

“Chic,” James yelled back. “They’re the best of it.”

“Is that your professional opinion, Mr. Guthrie?”

James raised his glass and attempted gravitas. “That is my opinion as an acclaimed producer, yes.”

Our new state of mind!

Then they both cracked up. David pushed at James’ shoulder, as James put his head between his arms, completely overcome. David then leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“C’mon Whiz Kid, I require your professional assistance.”

James looked up, curious, but unquestioning. David stood up and pulled at his arm.

“Let’s go, lad. There’s a lot one can get away with in here, but not everything.”

A sliver of common sense somehow surfaced in James’ brain. “David, we shouldn’t –“

“Boy, nobody gives a fuck.” His grip tightened on the other’s arm. “What happened to that sweet thing who said he’d do anything, hmm? Everything. ‘You’ve only to ask,’ he says, ‘and I’ll do it.’ What happened to my James?”

James grabbed David by the shoulders. “Hush before people begin paying attention. C’mon then.” He began moving in the direction of the bathrooms located in the back of the building, accessed by a long and dark corridor, full of people doing things which apparently couldn’t wait for discretion’s sake. The lavatory itself was crowded with bodies and every stall was occupied, of course. The only available light was courtesy of blue neon bulbs, which lent a very strange cast to everything indeed. But David was right, they wouldn’t be noticed as there were already so many doing the same things they themselves came to accomplish. A discotheque really was the best place for two men to act even obliquely sexual with one another in complete disinterested anonymity.

They found a very tight corner between the outer wall and the row of stalls, David shoving James into the space. They kissed for a few minutes, then David took a vial and tipped it sideways, bringing a small amount of powder out onto his crooked pinky. He grabbed James by the hair and brought his head down, then James obediently snorted the cocaine off David’s finger and titled his head back, sniffing deeply and pinching his nose. David repeated the first action but James shook his head.

“That’s enough,” he said, continuing to sniff and swallow. He gasped at the burn in the back of his throat and his sinuses.

David snorted it up himself, then one more time. He put the vial away and pressed himself against his lover, putting his hands into James’ hair and pulling it taunt.

“So where’s my James?” he whispered tauntingly.

Everything was crystalline. Despite being in the literal bowels of the club James could hear the music perfectly; in fact, it was a song he knew very well. He smirked at his own private joke and his eyes widened as his body rode the rush.

“He’s right here. Anytime, anywhere, anything.”

David grinned broadly. “Yes, that’s my boy, all right. Welcome back.”

James pulled him close in a ravenous kiss. They groped one another without concern for voyeurs, grabbing each other in various places. At one point James put his hands on David’s ass and ground up against him, they both moaned to feel the erection of the other.

“Mmm, is that for me?” James whispered.

“It is,” David said, “and you’ll have it right now.”

David pushed James to his knees with one hand, undoing his fly with the other. James wedged himself into the corner, murmured two words, then opened his mouth and closed his eyes. David put his hand on James’ forehead and slid his cock into that warm waiting cavity, a soft groan issuing forth.

“You know what that means now, don’t you boy? That when you say anytime, anywhere, anything I’ll hold you to it.”

James moaned in his throat, all he could do as his mouth was full. It had taken more than a few tries for him to learn how to relax his jaw so that David could fuck his mouth the way he wanted to - a steady rhythm of back and forth - to keep his mouth a certain shape and his teeth withdrawn. And to remember to breathe when the hot fluid hit the back of his throat and the nails dug into his scalp and his nose was clogged with the scent of his beloved as David fell against him, redolent of sweat and semen and faint traces of other things like soap and smoke.

breathe breathe breathe

Sometimes the blow made him panicked, thinking he might actually choke and David wouldn’t notice, so caught up in his own needs. His heart would race and his body would tense, knees aching, back cramping. But he would try to focus on other things, such as doing the only thing he truly wanted to do: please his beloved, live up to that desire which David seemed to display whenever he said my James. An implication of possession.

Oh I’m yours. More than you know.

“Christ boy, be still, I’m going to –“

swallow swallow swallow

His arms above his head, David leaned into James’ kneeling form, his hips jerking with the force of ejaculation. James was frozen, only his throat moved, larynx bobbing. David looked down and smiled, sliding his cock slowly across a sticky tongue. He wiped himself quickly with a handkerchief then straightened his clothing. James stood up slowly, stretching his legs, rubbing the small of his back, brushing off his knees.

“My James, such an exquisite cocksucker.”

Have I ever told you what an exquisite cocksucker you are, Dave?

“Had the best teacher, didn’t I?” James asked rhetorically and his answer was a kiss from his beloved mentor.
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