One For the Road

Bowie: I never really found him all that attractive. Just... stunning I suppose. Sexy-ugly, you know what I mean? He wasn't good-looking, but there was just something magnetic about him, something I couldn't resist.
Anyway, I guess it was bound to happen at one point or another. And it happened to take place right after a benefit concert we were both involved in. Bit ironic really, it was in 1970's Texas, and sodomy laws were still fully intact. But that was our generation for you, always pushing the boundaries.
I met up with him shortly after the show.
"Smashing performance, man!"
"You too, Dave! 'Specially loved the bit with the...."
I wasn't really concentrating on the lavish complements he was showering on me. I was more concerned with the way his full lips formed the words he said. God, that mouth. Bet those lips could be used for more than conversation...
"That was really far out, mate!" he finished.
"Hm?" I came back to Earth. "Oh, thanks Mick. So, how are the rest of the Stones? Keith and his girl still together?"
"Yeah, they're doin' awright, I s'pose. I'm a bit concerned 'bout him though. Seems he's gettin' real dependent on his smack. Bad news, that."
"Yeah, it is," I agreed. Keith wasn't the only one with an addiction. I knew just what that felt like.
"Say, you wanna hang together tonight? We could jam a little, and I've just got a fresh bag o' hash we could share," Mick suggested. He didn't sound like he wanted anything else to come of the evening.
"Sure," I consented. Well, if I couldn't get in his pants at least I could get some free drugs out of the deal. So, we made our way to my hotel, and that was when the night began...

Jagger: From the first time I laid eyes on the "Chameleon of Rock" I knew I just 'ad to 'ave him. There he was wi' his frilly frock an' his designer purse, and oh God! I thought my 'eart would stop then an' there! I mean, I'd 'ad some knock-out girls in my day, but this guy was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen in all mah life. To put it plain an' simple I wanted to fuck his brains out.
"Eh, looky there, Mick!" Keith nudged me. "Right faggot, that one! Is he for real?"
"Yeah..." I said, and forced a laugh. "Bet he's gettin' lots o' publicity from tha' little stunt." Well, he 'ad my attention anyway.
Then I heard that he was married to some American girl, Angela, and that they had a son together, named Zowie.
"Zowie?" Keith said, "For God's sake,t nut nutter names their kid Zowie Bowie? That really is god-awful!"
"Poor kid," I agreed. But I was more concerned about his little "marriage" to Miss Angela. The bitch...
When I heard that we'd be performin' together, or back to back rather, I was giddy as a schoolgirl. An' when he walked up to me righ' after the show, I thought I'd surely die. But now was not the time to be weak. If this little encounter was goin' anywhere I 'ad to make him an offer he couldn't resist. He took me up on it, an' before I knew it we were back at his 'otel room, tokin' it up an' havin' some laughs.
"So 'ow's your family, David?"
His face lit up. "Oh Little Z said 'daddy' for the first time the other day! It was fabulous! He's absolutely spoiled, you know. I just can't tell him no. He's a great little pal to have around; wish he were here right now so I could show him off."
"Say Dave, where are Zowie and Angela?"
His eyes grew dark, and his perfect mouth turned down into a pout. "Oh Angie's probably off at some lesbian bar and I'm sure she's dumped my son off with his nanny."
"Lesbian bar?" I frowned. "An' you don't mind?"
"Well," he smirked. "How can I? It is, after all, a two-way street."
"Oh," I said. "You just seemed upset."
"Well," spat David, "It's more the fact that she just leaves Zowie anywhere she damn well pleases, and half the time I have no clue where he is..."
Now, I'm not the kinda guy that makes an 'abit uh listenin' to people's sob stories, you see. All I'm after is a good ol' fuck, and then I get the 'ell out. So, natur'ly I was startin' to get right put off, but I kept mah cool. When Mick Jagger wants something, he gets it, by God! An' this fine piece ah work was not goin' to go to waste!
We were both quie' for a while, then he asked, "And how about you, Mick? Do you have a girl?"
"I've 'ad a few, well lots o' groupies, nothin' serious though," I said. "But 'ere lately mah 'ead's been turned more the other direction, if you get mah drift."
He smiled slyly, "I think I know exactly what you mean..."

Bowie: Wait a minute...He liked boys? Mick Jagger liked boys?! Who knew? I certainly hadn't expected it, but then it was confusing enough coming to terms with my own sexuality, let alone anyone else's. Anyway, that was all I needed to hear. I moved in closer, looking him over.
"Mick... I -" I found myself suddenly silenced as his luscious lips captured mine in a searing kiss. I relished the flavor of his mouth, sweet with the aftertaste of expensive wine and Mary Jane. Just as my insides began to slowly melt with heated desire, he suddenly pulled away.
"Well," I said breathlessly, "You certainly are the subtle one."
"Subtle as a snake," he said in thick Cockney as he jerked me roughly toward the bed. He pushed me down against the pillows, pinning me with his long legs. I gasped; I could feel his arousal straining against his taut leather trousers. I wasn't sure if my head was spinning from Mick or the marijuana, but either way I was entranced. He took my face in his hands, pressing his mouth roughly against my jawline, then making his way lower, sucking and biting at my neck. He then ripped open my shirt, gaining access to my chest.
"Take off my clothes," he commanded. And what could I do but oblige? I lightly kissed his chest with every button that a undid, making it painfully slow for him.
"Mmmm..." I purred as I nuzzled my nose against his belly.
"Hurry," he gasped.
"My, but we're quick tender, aren't we?" I smiled up at him as I raked my nails against his inner thigh.
"Jus' take off my bloody pants!" he barked.
"Fine, fine," I said innocently, and slowly undid the drawstrings barely restraining his bulge. Then I peeled away his trousers, hot and sticky with sweat and pre-cum. I kissed his thigh, licking at the salty moisture springing from his pores. "God, but you taste good," I teasingly informed him. He jerked my face up toward his own, and I knew I probably deserved whatever he was about to do. Raising my hands high above my head, he ground his bare hips against my still-clothed manhood, wilst plunging his tongue into the cavern of my mouth.
"Umph!" I groaned against his demanding lips. He shifted his lips toward my ear, flicking his tongue against my lobe, then nibbling lightly. He whispered huskily...

Jagger: "You're so pretty..." I told him. An' I didn't say it for nothin'. He really was the mos' beau'iful person I'd ever seen. Everythin' abou' him was enough to drive me over the edge - his long, graceful neck, his smooth, pale skin, his mismatched eyes, and those flowin' locks of thick hair strewn ou' all over the pillows. I wanted nothin' more than to fuck him senseless, to make him remember the day he crossed paths wi' Mick Jagger. An' just when I was abou' to do so...
*knock knock knock*
I glanced back at the door, then down at David.
"Shit," he said. And before I coul' blink, in walked Mrs. Angela Bowie. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Well," she said, "Looks like someone decided to throw a party. And why wasn't I invited?"
"Erm," said David, with me still straddling him, "I thought you'd be out throwing your own, dear."
"Mmm, seems a good idea, doesn't it?" she replied, "Well, I think I'll leave you two to celebrate then. And if you need any help, I'll be in the adjacent room."
She turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
David exhaled in relief. "Thank God she didn't have Zowie with her..."
"Yeah," I laughed, "Woulda been right trauma'ic if the tyke'd seen my bare arse!"
David laughed, smilin' up at me and flutterin' his lashes. An' that's wha' sent me over the edge. I came back down on him, strong an' hard, makin' him moan under my fierce kisses. I ran my 'ands up an' down his thin, frail body, finally tearin' desperately at his trousers. At long last he was free from his constraint, an' completely revealed to my lustful eyes.
"Mick..." his voice was barely audible. I bent down close to him, breathin' in his sweet scent. "Take me, Mick. Take me now..."
He sounded so weak, so submissive... I jus' couldn't resist sayin', "Beg me...."

Bowie: Then he touched me, just barely grazing my skin with his nimble fingertips.
"Mmm..." I softly moaned. But I had my pride, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing Mr. David Bowie plead with him. "No." I muttered.
His fingers wrapped around my cock, and I groaned in response.
"Beg me," he persisted.
"No," I shook my head. I tried to push his hand away from my crotch, but his hand grasped my wrists and held them high over my head. Meanwhile, his other hand began to stroke my length, expertly pumping me up and down. Then he pulled his hand away from my crotch, still pinning me between his legs, and leaned in close to my face.
"You wan' me to finish?"
I shook my head yes, desperately trying to arch my back upward toward him.
"Then beg me." It was an ultimatum.
"Ple Mic Mick," I whispered, hoping it was enough.
"Please wha'?"
"Fuck me... please..." I managed.
He didn't waste any time...

Jagger: I plunged into him, then an' there, an' he whimpered against my chest. Soon I 'ad covered his mouth wi' my own, an' I began to pump into him. He wrapped his legs aroun' my waist, an' I released his wrists from my grip. Immediately his 'ands foun' their way to my back, where I felt sharp nails tear at my skin. We rocked together, the two of us moanin' wi' shear pleasure.
I gripped his sides an' rolled us over, still connected, so he could take top for a while. He rocked his hips, impaled on my cock, an' tossed his head back in ecstasy. I grasped his legs, pushin' myself further into him, an' he cried ou' in an exquisite mixture of pain an' pleasure. I could feel myself near the edge, an' wanted him to be there too, so I took his cock in my hand an' pumped him.
"God, Mick!" He thrusted wildly against me.
"Cum for me," I said, an' he obeyed. He came all over my chest, an' at the same time I came within him. Our high lasted for a few moments, an' then he fell onto my chest, completely spent...

Bowie: We lay there awhile, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his collarbone, while his arms wrapped protectively around my waist. I looked up and pressed a light kiss on the tip of his chin.
"You were wonderful, you know," I said.
"I know," he said smugly, but followed up shortly with, "An' so were you."
I smiled up at him, "I know."
And there we lay, just aple ple of newly-jaded rockers, bodies spent, but egos still burning brightly.
"Heh," he chuckled, "Whaddaya think the Texans'll say abou' this?"
"I don't plan on finding out," I informed him, and rolled over to get a cigarette.
"You think your wife hate's me now?" he asked as I lit my cig and inhaled the smoke.
"Nah," I replied, "She'll just be pissed for a while because she didn't get to participate."
"Ah," he said. Then he got up and started dressing.
"Leaving me so soon?" I said. "I thought you might be one of those fuck-and-run types."
"I need to catch up wi' my band," he said. "They'll be worried."
He made his way toward the door, and I followed him. I caught his arm in my hand, and he looked back at me.
"Take this one for the road," I grasped his neck and pulled him down for one last kiss goodnight.
"I'll be seein' you aroun'," he whispered against my neck. Then he kissed my cheek and walked out of my hotel room, softly closing the door behind him.
I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall while I finished my cigarette. Then I got dressed and went to spend some time with my son.

Jagger: I hated leavin' so soon, truth be told. Not tha' I was gettin' attached or anythin', mind ya. But, well, he just looked so... sad that I was leavin' him so soon. One thing's for sure, I hate that bloody Angie bitch. Fuckin' Yank. He can do better than that... Anyway, I've 'ad a lotta girls in my time, but never 'ave I 'ad a lover as good as him. Why, he's almost as good as me, an' that's sayin' somethin'. Maybe someday we'll meet again, down the road. But now's not the time. An' well, I've got a lotta livin' to do before I come back for keeps.

Twenty years later...

"David!"
He heard a distinct voice and glanced over his shoulder. "Mick?"
"Yeah, man! What the hell are you doin'?!"
"Mick, old chap! Oh my god!"
"My lord, Dave," said Mick, looking him over, "Time certainly 'as treated you well."'
"Well thank you," he said, "You're looking well, yourself."
"Oh come off it!" he laughed, and David joined him. "I haven't seen you in forever, what's been happening?"
"Well, I guess you know Angela and I divorced about ten years ago."
"Yeah, I heard," said Mick. "I'm sorry abou' that."
"Eh, about time she finally went back to bloody America," David said, though Mick could tell it still hurt him to say her name. "I did get custody of Zowie though. But he's in college now. Says he's studying philosophy. He seems happy where he is, and I'm proud of him for it. What's been happening with you?"
"Well, I suppose you've heard all abou' the infamous Mick Jagger an' his wild escapades with foreign models, an' the many love children he's produced."
"Now, you know I didn't believe a word of that rubbish, Mick," David teased.
"You ought to," said Mick, "Cause it's all true!"
They laughed. Mick looked at David, and he couldn't help but notice how different his former lover looked without his make-up and with his neatly cropped hair. Yes indeed, time had treated him well. But it had also changed him - it had changed them both. Still...
"David," he said. "Durin' all those years tha' we were apart did you ever think abou' gettin' together one night an' sorta, ya know, rekindlin' the ol' flame?"
"Mick," David smiled, "I've met a wonderful woman. Her name is Iman, and I love her very much. We're planning on getting married this summer."
"Oh," said Mick, "I guess that's a no then. Well, I guess I'll be seein' you at your wedding then."
"Hey Mick," David said, catching him by the arm. "Take this one for the road."
And they shared one last kiss before going their separate ways.