Desire: Tico's Proposition
"What?" Jon blinked, tongue darting out to wet dry lips. "Tico... you.... " He shook his head, voice growing quieter as he spoke again. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying you don't have to do this with strangers. You could do it with someone you trust...
"With you, you mean?" Jon asked, still shaking his head.
Tico shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Why not? We can both give what the other needs."
"Tico, I.... I can't... I..." He stopped mid-sentence; eyes widening at the sound of a key in the lock of the main door.
Tico swore. "Cleaning staff," he explained. He stood and tugged Jon to his feet, not letting go of his hand as pulled him into the office of the club. Pushing Jon in, Tico locked the door and sat behind his desk.
"Strip!" He ordered, leaning forward with his elbows on the desk, watching Jon intently. Jon swallowed hard but obeyed, his clothes landing in a heap on the plush carpet. "Feet shoulder-width apart, that's it. Ok, now fold your hands behind your head." A shiver ran through Tico as he watched Jon. "Good boy." He got up from his desk and slowly walked around Jon, running his hands over his skin. "See, you can do it."
Jon let out a shuddered breath, quivering slightly where he stood. His breathing sped up, a faint blush streaking his cheeks.
"Just relax, Jon," Tico reassured him. "It's only me"
"Makes it worse," Jon breathed. Tico frowned and moved to stand in front of Jon, waiting until the younger man opened his eyes and looked at him, shaking his head. "Tico, I..."
Tico placed a finger over Jon's lips, signalling him to keep quiet. "Why is it worse, Jon?"
Jon sighed shakily and closed his eyes again, avoiding Tico's concerned gaze. After several failed attempts at answering, he eventually whispered. "Because you care."
Tico frowned. "Of course I care," he answered slowly. "You're one of my best friends."
Jon laughed softly. "In the club, those guys, they don't care. They don't care who I am or what I want or how I feel. They only care about themselves, what they can get out of me, what I can do for them."
Tico nodded to himself, understanding what Jon was trying to tell him. He pulled away from the singer and moved to sit behind his desk. "And how does that make you feel?" He asked carefully.
Blushing, Jon shook his head again, staring at the dark carpet. "I... I don't... " He took a deep breath. "It's about control. I don't have to be in control, in charge. I can just let go and feel, be me, not Jon Bon Jovi - rock star, but ME. I like it," he whispered, cheeks flaming red.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I've never told anyone this before. Haven't even said it out loud to myself." He sighed heavily and looked up, meeting Tico's eyes. "What about you? Why do you do... this?"
"Nothing quite so deep," Tico laughed. "Control. I like being in charge, I get off on telling people what to do, getting them to do what I want them to do, how I want them to do it. It's a power kick." He leaned forward. "To me, there is nothing more arousing than having someone naked, kneeling at my feet, waiting for me tell them what to do." He rose to his feet, walking over towards Jon, who swallowed heavily. Tico pulled up a chair and gestured for Jon to sit down before pulling a file out from one of the filing cabinets along one of the walls.
Jon sat down in the chair, watching Tico warily as the drummer flicked through the file and took it back to his desk.
"I've got some paperwork to do for the club," Tico told Jon, glancing up at him. "I want you to sit their quietly for a bit, don't speak unless you're spoken to and don't move unless I say you can."
Jon nodded, but Tico had already turned his attention to the file on his desk. He flipped through the pages, nodding to himself and making 'hmm'ing noises, not once looking up.
Jon wanted to move because the backs of his legs were sticking to the leather of the chair he was sitting in, but he was afraid of the leather creaking. He scowled and busied himself looking around Tico's office. It was, he noticed, decidedly swanky. All the furniture was dark brown leather; two chairs and a couch along one wall. The walls were polished, panelled wood; dark green velvet drapes along one corner. Jon had a feeling they concealed Master T's private play area. He swallowed hard and pulled his eyes away from the drapes. In one corner of the office there was a large wooden sculpture of a naked man... no, of a naked couple. And they were...
Jon's eyes widened, his mouth forming a silent 'oh' and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He looked up again at the sound of Tico shuffling the papers on his desk and met Tico's eyes.
Tico closed the file and crossed his arms over it on his desk, leaning forward and watching Jon intently. He raised one eyebrow. "Well, what's it going to be? If your answer is no, you walk out this door and we forget this ever happened. If, on the other hand, your answer is yes..."