第二章

Gabriel Swann walked down the stairs from the studios of Cawlin FM with a grin on his face. It had been good to see Jake Nankivill again. He’d known Jake even longer than he’d known Nick. They had been to nursery school together, and his abiding memory of that was fighting over the coloured toy record player. It appeared Jake had known what he wanted to do for a career even then.

“How was that Dim?” he asked of his drum tech and escort for the day

“Yeah that was good, you said everything you were supposed to about the film and the music, and Jake’s good at interviewing, at least he knows not to ask personal questions unlike that other dimwit at SoGood FM, Nick looked like he wanted to strangle that idiot when he asked about you and his home life.”

Gabriel shrugged “There’s always one.”

“You ready to sign your name and have your piccy taken? Looks like there are a few young ladies waiting for you out there?” Dim said, looking over the bannister and through the glass doors.

Gabriel nodded, he didn’t mind. The band rules they had made when they started being popular said, always make time for your fans, they put you where you are today. He’d seen others in his position never even talk to the fans, jumping into limos at the speed of light leaving people disappointed. Some regulars had been to dressing room parties after the shows. No fans, no business, no money. Even Nick was good with the fans, he’d turn on the charm like a switch no matter what mood he was in.

After having his picture taken several times and signed, everything offered, including a plaster cast, and a yellow rubber duck. He got back in Dimitri’s car and was driven home. He would have an enjoyable afternoon, Nick’s sister Lucy was staying for a while and they might even go out on the boat.

Putting his door key in the lock Nick opened swiftly from on the other side and flew into his arms hugging him tightly.    

“Oh, thank god you’re back.” Nick clung onto him, holding him tightly.

Frowning, Gabriel wondered what was wrong. It wasn’t like Nick to be so anxious and upset. Gabriel wrapped his arms around him too.

 “Hey, what’s up?” He rubbed Nick’s back soothingly, “I’ve only been out for three hours, anyone would think you’d missed me.”  Gabriel gently pulled away, his hands sliding down Nicks arms until his hands fitted into his and their fingers laced together.  Nick looked white despite his normal golden tan, there was something wrong.

“What the hell’s up, tell me?” He looked Nick full in the face, watching as Nick opened and closed his mouth quite obviously not knowing where to start.  “Now.” Gabriel said, his voice firm.

Nick swallowed, “Lucy was rescued from the sea this morning, she…” He took another breath, “She was drowning.”

“What! Is she okay?” Gabriel tightened his hands on Nick’s as he nodded.

“She’s in hospital, they wanted to keep her in to keep an eye on her lungs. If she’s okay, we can fetch her tomorrow.”

“So did you rescue her, how far out was she?” Gabriel guided Nick back to the kitchen and sat him down on a bar stool as he put the kettle on

“I didn’t even know she had gone down to the beach. I was on the phone, I told her wed go down as soon as I’d finished the call,” Nick rubbed his hands over his face. “The waves were huge, and she just set off on a lilo,” his voice shaking with fright. “Thank god this girl spotted her and dived in to save her.”

“So did you find out who she is?”  He said placing a mug of tea in front of Nick.

Nick shrugged, “I was so shocked I just picked Lucy up and ran back up the stairs”.  Nick closed his eyes and bent his head.  “She gave me a good telling off though.” he murmured.  “She thought I was the nanny or something.”

Gabriel leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at Nick over the tea mug. Gabriel knew there was something else that Nick wasn’t telling him. He kept avoiding his gaze. He wouldn’t force him, he knew Nick couldn’t keep things from him, he’d spill it, eventually.

“So hows Lucy now, why aren’t you at the hospital?”

“She’s sleeping and I came home to get some things for her, I knew you’d be home soon so I just waited.”

“Have you told Claire?”

Nick nodded, “She’s on her way down.”

It wasn’t until they were in bed that night, that Nick told him about the girl who had rescued Lucy. He rested his head on Gabriel’s chest, his hand twirling his long blonde hair around his fingers. Gabriels hand rested on Nicks hip, his fingertips rhythmically stroking the smooth skin and he buried his face into his hair and breathed in the delicious scent of surf and sea and sunshine that was Nicks own particular scent.

“She was a vision,” Nick whispered.

“Was she?  I’ve been waiting for you to tell me about her. What colour was her hair?”

“Dark, but not as dark as mine, I only saw her when her hair was wet but I suppose it was reddish brown, but more brown than red,”  Nick said. “It was long, down to her shoulder blades.”

Gabriel moved his hand to Nicks shoulder blades, “About here?.”

“Mmm, yes. She has a beautiful face, oval, with eyes that seemed green and then turned a golden brown. I could write songs about her eyes.”

Gabriel smiled, she must be beautiful if he noticed that much about her.

“Oh, and she didn’t have those crazy pencilled eyebrows that most of the girls have these days. They were definitely natural.  Nick was quiet for a few minutes. She had a fabulous figure. Curvy and soft, just how we like them. No banging hip bones with her.”  There was a sigh, “Her tits were...epic,” he said, his voice full of reverence.

Gabriel chuckled, in Nick’s imaginary breast reference chart epic, was top of the league. That didn’t always mean big, sometimes they were small, but they were still epic by the firmness and they way they moved. Nick was definitely a breast man. He, on the other hand, was a leg man, not that he didn’t appreciate a nice pair of breasts,  but legs turned him on, smooth and long either bare or dressed in sheer stockings and a pair of sky high heels. The thought of them wrapped around his hips had him hard in an instant.

“Go on, tell me more.”  Gabriel rolled onto his side, so he could see Nicks face. “What was she wearing?” 

“Mmm, a blue check bikini, high-waisted bottoms and a halter neck top, it was very 1950s she looked beautiful, innocent.”

Gabriel raised his brow, “How tall? Tell me about her legs.”

Nick laughed “I was saving the best, well your best, until last,” he said and then paused waiting for him to goad him on.

“Well go on then!”

“From the thighs down?”

Gabriel nodded and then let out a delighted moan as Nick put his hand around his cock, sliding it up and down with each description of the girl’s legs and feet.

Nick spoke slowly and quietly, his voice as smooth as silk. 

  

“Slim and firm thighs, she must be an excellent swimmer if she thought she could rescue Lucy.  She had lovely knees, not bony, and gently curving calves, and slim ankles.”

Gabriel's breath was becoming short, his hips moving in time with Nick’s hand.

Pretty feet, such pretty feet, they were narrow with high arches, just as you like them. She has sweet little toes, and nails painted a shimmering pink. Her legs would look amazing wrapped around you, or over your shoulders. You could kiss and nibble all the way up her legs, and she would wriggle madly and giggle when you kissed the back of her knees.”  

Just the thought of those silky legs around his hips, and his lips against the soft tender skin behind her knees made Gabriel snap his hips and cry out in ecstasy. Nick wrapped him in his arms kissing him tenderly, he placed a long strand of hair behind Gabriel’s ear, and gently stroking his cheek Nick said,

I want to find her Gabriel, she’s the one I know she is. 

The determination in Nick’s voice raised hope and disappointment in Gabriel. They had decided a year ago that they would love a girl to join their relationship. They both adored women and had even brought girls home occasionally to join them in their bedroom fun, but there was always something missing. Not that they expected to just decide on one of these girls, there was really no relationship with them apart from a bit of fun.

What they both wanted was a home loving girl, not one of the models and actors that usually associated with their circle. Not that they expected her to be a doormat, they didn’t care if she had a career, and if she did, then they would do anything they could to help her along with it, anything to make her happy. It was a long shot to even think about having a girl to love them both, but they lived in hope.