The Barnstable Chronicles: The Prodigy - 2. Welcome Back, Parker

Parker was frozen in place—standing two tables away and holding a plate of food. David sat at his table with his fork frozen mid-air.

“C-could I join you? Are you alone?”

“No. I mean no, it’s great—I mean yes, I’m alone—and yes, please sit with me.”

Parker’s face was filled with the same goofy smile David remembered from all those years ago. David’s eyes twinkled as Parker slid into the chair across from him.

A server walked up to the table and looked at Parker. “Will you be joining Mr. Chase this morning?” He looked at David. “Do you prefer the gentleman return to his table?”

At the same time, David and Parker both answered: “No, he’ll be joining me.”/” Yes, I’ll be dining with Mr. Chase.”

The server retrieved Parker’s coffee and took it to the table. David and Parker were still staring at each other with a look of shock and wonder on their faces. Finally, it was Parker who broke the spell. “Mr. Chase? When the fuck did you become Mr. Chase?”

“Way too many people call me that. I guess they think it’s a respect thing. I finally gave up correcting them. The people that matter call me David. The rest? I don’t care what they call me—as long as it’s not dumb shit.”

“Or late for dinner—dumb shit!”

Finally, just like old times, David had a good giggle at Parker’s dry sense of humor. “God damn, P. It’s so good to see you! What are you doing here, by the way?”

“I umm—I came to town to see your performance with the symphony. It’s been a year since I’ve seen you play, and when I heard you were doing the Rachmaninov Variations, I had to come. You know it’s always been one of my favorites.”

“Wow. I had no idea! Why didn’t you come backstage? You know I would have had you come up!”

“Well, I’ve always hoped you would, but I wasn’t sure, so I never got up the nerve to try.”

“Why the fuck would you ever think that I wouldn’t want to see you? We were best friends for so long!”

“Well, it’s weird, actually. Right after you left for Russia—”

“When I never again heard from my best friend,” David interrupted.

“What the fuck? What do you mean you never heard from me? I must have sent you over a hundred emails before I finally gave up. It finally became obvious you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

“What? That makes no sense. I probably sent you emails every day for months before I gave up. I figured you wanted nothing to do with me since you were starting a new life in Cali.”

“Fuck, that’s strange. Maybe the Russian Gestapo dudes knew you and I were gay and blocked our emails?” Parker shook his head and chuckled, thinking how bizarre his comment sounded.

“Oh, shit! Now that I think about it, you might be right. If I remember correctly, my first email to you was about that night you, me, and Charlie had and how I had just jerked off thinking about it. I bet those fuckers read it and blocked us from communicating! It makes sense now. Fuckers!”

Parker smiled and leaned forward. He wanted David to hear him as he lowered his voice. “Just so you know, I was thinking about that very thing last night. When you got to the Adagio section, I was hard as a rock and came in front of a thousand people.”

David leaned in and met Parker in the middle of the table. “If I remember correctly, you were hard more than you weren’t—and you drip precum like a fucking faucet.”

“And I can almost promise you that I’m not the only person you have that effect on. After all, you are the reigning sexiest man alive and the best fucking pianist in the world.”

“Really? You had to go there?”

Parker and David both had a good laugh. They continued talking and catching up, and after an hour, they realized they had barely eaten a bite of food, and their coffees were ice-cold.

David called the server over and signed for their mostly uneaten breakfast. He asked Parker what his plans were and found out that he was also flying home to L.A. in the morning.

“Please come up to the suite so we can keep talking. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. I’ll order room service, and we can at least enjoy a nice lunch.”

“I can do that. I would like that. I’ve missed you, D. I feel like we're getting back to the good times.”

“Yeah—and I need some good times more than you know!”

They went up to David’s suite and continued catching up with their lives. There was a lot of talking, laughing, and even some occasional tears.

After a few hours of rebonding, Parker insisted that he take David out to dinner. David agreed after a bit of arguing over who would treat whom, and Parker got up to go down to his room to change.

“Wait. It’s stupid that you have to pay for a room when I have this suite, courtesy of the San Francisco Symphony. Get your stuff, check out, and come back. You can stay here. I have two bedrooms and only need one.”

“Play your cards right, dumb shit—and you may still only need one.”

“What the fuck?”

“I’m still the only person who can call you that as a term of endearment. Don’t you ever forget it!”

With that, Parker turned around and laughed his way out of the suite. David just stood in the middle of his suite, smiling from ear to ear. It dawned on him that he hadn’t smiled like that in a long time—possibly for years.

When Parker stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor, he suddenly found himself overcome with emotion. It had been eight years since he had seen David, and now it felt like that gap in his life had disappeared entirely. By the time the elevator stopped at his floor, he was quietly crying. He wasn’t sad. Nor was he overtly happy. Parker was overcome with an immense sense of relief that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time—eight years to be exact.

While Parker was away, David decided to shower again and freshen up for his dinner with Parker. He had seriously considered waiting to share a shower with Parker but felt it would be better not to push things at this point.

It’s been said that great ideas tend to come to people while they are in the shower, and David had a brilliant one. He couldn’t wait for Parker to get back to the suite so he could share it with him.

David finished showering and quickly dried his hair. He shaved and applied his favorite cologne and got dressed in his signature black skinny jeans and form-fitting black tee. He just finished tying his shoes when there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and found Parker smiling from ear to ear. David noticed Parker’s smile was one of the rare kind that reached his eyes. That made David return the smile as he let Parker in.

“Wow!”

“Wow, what?”

“You really are the sexiest man alive!”

“Will you stop with that shit already?”

“Whatever. I think it’s awesome—just so you know!”

“Whatever. Get your cute little ass in here. I had a brilliant idea in the shower.”

“Fuck! I need a shower, too.”

“You can have one after we talk about my idea.”

David and Parker sat on the sofa, and David started talking. “So—the reason I’m going to L.A. is that I’m going to be on Ellen tomorrow. Well, filming tomorrow. I don’t know when it’s going to air.”

“Whoa! That’s so cool! And you do realize Ellen’s going to be all over the Sexiest Man Alive thing, don’t you?”

“Yeah. My manager said that was the reason she wanted me on the show. He also said I have to play a three-minute piece.”

“What are you going to play?”

“I was planning on a Chopin fantasy, but then I had a brilliant idea. We should do our Chopsticks routine. Do you think you remember it?”

“I haven’t played it since you and I did it in that restaurant back in Barnstable—but if we could get to a piano, it wouldn’t take me long to get it back.”

“Awesome. One other thing. When is your flight tomorrow?”

“I fly out at 10:00 in the morning.”

“So do I. What airline?”

“American.”

“Sweet! Me too. Give me your flight information so I can change you to a seat next to mine. I’ll handle it while you’re in the shower.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m booked in coach. I’m sure you’re in first class. That’s way too much.”

“Won’t cost me a penny, I promise. I have like a gazillion points. I’ll just use some of them so we can enjoy a cocktail or two together.”

“That does sound nice. As long as you don’t spend any money on it, I’m cool.”

“Awesome. Put your bag in my bedroom and use that shower. There are plenty of towels in the bathroom.”

“Your bedroom? Why, Mr. Chase—are you trying to get me into your bed?”

“Whatever. You know we won’t be able to stop talking and catching up at the end of the day. Stop being a dumb ass.”

“Dumb shit.”

“Cute ass.”

“Sexiest man alive ass.”

“Go! I’m hungry!”

As Parker made his way to the bedroom, he called out, “I made reservations for dinner while I was in my room. We’re doing Italian!”

While Parker was showering, David was lucky enough to get a first-class seat next to him on the flight. He also called down to the hotel manager and rented a small meeting room with a piano so he and Parker could practice their number after dinner. Things were working out, and David had a sense of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Parker stepped into the shower, hard as he had ever been and dripping like a faucet—just as David had said down in the dining room. After cleaning himself and washing his hair, Parker took his cock in hand and stroked off some of the most powerful series of cumshots he had had in years.

David Chase made him hot and horny—feeling things he hadn’t felt since those high school competitions. And feelings that deep down, he knew paved a dangerous road ahead for himself and, possibly, David.

Parker dried and styled his hair, shaved, and gave himself a quick spritz of David’s cologne. He went into the bedroom and changed into a pair of jeans that showed off his ass and did nothing to hide his bulge. Parker wore a green polo that did nothing to hide the work he’d been doing in the gym for the last several years. When he finished tying his sneakers, he walked out into the main room and told David it was time to go.

“Holy shit, P! The years have been good for you. You look fucking amazing!”

Although he accidentally on purpose dressed to catch David’s eye, he still blushed and looked down to the floor with a soft “thanks”—just as he had always done while they were in high school.

David walked over to Parker and took him in his arms. “Thank you for making this the happiest day of my life since I left for Russia. I love you, Parker.”

“I’ve always loved you, David. Never stopped.”

David pulled Parker close and kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t anything overtly sexual—just a tender kiss between two people who genuinely cared for each other.

They walked a few blocks to a wonderful Italian restaurant where they had a nice and leisurely dinner. The excellent food and the delicious Napa Valley wine they shared led to three hours of animated conversation, more laughs, and still a few more tears. The sounds of “I love you” kept ringing through the heads of both boys, yet neither wanted to put too much meaning into those three words.

After dinner, David and Parker walked back to the Fairmont. David took Parker’s hand and led him down a hallway off the lobby on the side opposite the elevators. “Here it is! Meeting room 17.”

“Hey, it has my name on the card.”

“Right. I can’t put my name up there—we’d never have any privacy!”

David swiped the card and opened the door for Parker. “Sweet! They gave us a grand. You ready for this?”

“Oh, hell yeah! I’m so psyched to do this with you. On fucking Ellen on top of it all! You are too good to me!”

“Whatever. So here’s what I thought we could do—Ellen will introduce me; I’ll take a bow, sit at the piano, and look super-intense before I start playing Chopsticks like a total amateur.”

“Cool. she’s gonna eat that shit up, you know.”

“Well, I want her to learn that even classical pianists can be fun when they want to be.”

“You do realize you’re the exception to the rule. Every classical pianist I’ve known, other than you, has a soundboard stuck up their ass.”

“Whatever—but I think you might be right. Anyway—and here’s the brilliant part—when I finish playing the song, I’m going to look off into the wings and motion for you to come on. You need to look confused with a ‘who me?’ kind of look. I’ll slide over to my side of the bench and motion for you to sit down, and you get all hesitant on me. I’ll grab your arm and pull you down and give me this deer in headlights look. I’ll shout ‘go!’ and we start what we’ve always done.”

“Brilliant, D. Ellen’s gonna love it. I know it!”

“Yeah? How do you know, P?”

“Umm. Justin and I work for her. We write the background music for Splitting Up Together.”

“Guess I’ll have to start watching it. I don’t watch a lot of television anymore. But hey, maybe Ellen will want to talk to you, too. I’d be happy to share my time with you! I always get so uncomfortable doing interviews. But with Ellen, it might be fun—who knows?”

“Who knows?”

“So—let’s do this!”

The boys worked on every part of the performance, and in less than an hour, they had everything back in pristine shape—even better with all the new little tricks and gimmicks they added. At the end of the piece, both David and Parker played so fast that their hands were a blur.

When they hit the last chord of their final practice run, both David and Parker were sweating and out of breath. Who would’ve thought Chopsticks could be so taxing?

“Holy fuck, P. It feels so good to be here with you like this. Just like old times. Only better because in a lot of ways, we’re both a little more mature—and wiser.”

“Bullshit, D. Today I saw the David I’ve always known and loved. You still make me laugh. It’s fucking insane when I think about how much joy you have brought to my life in just one day.”

“Parker, I can honestly say I haven’t been this happy since before I left the States for Russia. It’s all you. You’ve given me an amazing gift.”

David reached out to hug Parker, and they both stopped at the same time. Looking into each other’s eyes, they completed the hug, which now included a passionate kiss filled with moans and an urgency brought on by eight years of separation.

After they broke apart, a breathless David suggested to Parker that they take it upstairs.

“Right!? I have a raging hard cock, and you’re gonna parade me right through the lobby of the fucking Fairmont Hotel?”

“Yup! And if anyone notices, they’ll also see my big boner and say to themselves, ‘Oh look! The Sexiest Man Alive found another sexy-as-fuck man and is taking him up to his suite!’ And then that observant onlooker will then imagine just how fucking hot that picture might be and will have major jack-off fodder for the next six months—or whenever my reign is over—whichever comes first.”

“I’ll cum first. I always do.”

Filling the meeting room with laughter, both men made their way out as quickly as they could—considering the painful erections slowing both of them down. Skinny jeans may look sexy on the right person, but they could sure be painful in certain situations!

They made it through the lobby with minimal stares—mostly from the desk clerks—and the ride up the elevator seemed to take forever. Knowing there were probably closed-circuit cameras in the elevators, both David and Parker showed an admirable amount of strength and restraint.

However, once they made it inside the suite and the door shut behind them, clothes flew off in record time and landed all over the floor. David and Parker found themselves lying on the plush carpet, rolling around while kissing and grinding their dripping cocks into each other’s chiseled abs.

Before long, David was kneeling over Parker’s cock while feeding his own into a more than willing—and very able—mouth. Despite having pumped out three loads in the last twenty-four hours, Parker still came first, pumping an impressive load of scalding cum into David’s throat.

Despite having sex twice the night before with Tran, David was not far behind filling Parker’s talented mouth with his own copious serving of nut.

After catching their breath and calming down, Parker kissed David and let him know that he wasn’t done with the night’s festivities. David stood, took Parker’s hand, and led him into the bedroom.

After pulling back the linens, both David and Parker rolled onto the bed and continued their loud, moan-filled kissing. It took very little time for their cocks to fill again and pulse with the beating of their hearts.

“Please fuck me, David! Please! I need you inside me,” a near-breathless Parker was able to gasp out.

“Dude, there’s nothing I would rather do right now, but you told me you have a boyfriend. I don’t—it’s just—”

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend in an open relationship. Well, he’s been open—this is my first time being open—so fuck me already!”

David rolled Parker onto his back and began kissing him, moving from his mouth to his ear, down to his neck, and on to his erect and sensitive nipples. Every kiss and bit caused Parker to moan from deep within.

David then kissed each section of Parker's defined abs and moved even lower, avoiding his already-dripping cock. Moving below his cock, David took each ball into his mouth and swirled them on his tongue.

David remembered how sensitive Parker’s taint was and couldn’t wait to drive the boy crazy. With one hand, he cupped Parker’s balls. With the other, he began probing his throbbing hole, and then he dove in and began chewing, licking, and sucking on the smooth ridge connecting his balls to his ass.

It didn’t take long for Parker to begin humping into the air as his moans became yells, and soon enough, the rhythmic humping became uncontrolled thrashing.

“Oh fuck yessssss! Oh my God!! Jesus!!!!!” When David simultaneously bit hard and probed Parker’s prostate so that the body he was torturing went rigid with his second orgasm of the night—and fourth of the day.

David pulled himself up and lay on top of Parker, his cum was still warm, and David rubbed their bodies together as the two kissed passionately.

“Jesus, David!” Parker was in a breathless daze. “I haven’t cum like that since we were sixteen, and you did the exact same thing.”

“You want more, baby?”

“The way you just opened me up? If I don’t get that monster cock of yours inside me now, I might just explode from frustration.”

As David lay on his back, he watched as Parker slowly lowered himself on nearly ten inches of leaking, throbbing cock. If that wasn’t enough of a turn-on, he marveled at the sight of Parker’s cock filling to full hardness by the time his ass settled into David’s trimmed pubes.

“Damn P., that feels fucking amazing!”

“You have no idea, baby—no idea at all!”

Parker placed his hands on David’s pecs and rode him at a nice pace while squeezing his ass muscles each time he lifted himself.

“Oh! Oh! You’re getting me way too close, way too fast! Your ass is fucking amazing!”

Parker leaned forward and shared a deep kiss with David. Once he pulled away from the kiss, he raised himself to the middle of David’s nine inches. “Pound me, baby. I want you cumming in my ass hard and fast. Fuck me hard, David! Now!”

David didn’t need to be asked twice. He placed his hands on Parker’s quads and began pistoning in and out of Parker’s ass at a pace so fast it left Parker speechless.

Parker’s eyes glazed over, and his mouth hung open as David pummeled his ass.

“Getting close, baby! Gonna breed your hot little ass!”

Without even thinking about it, Parker began stroking his own cock at the same rapid rate David was using as he pounded into him. In less than fifteen seconds, Parker shot yet another load onto David’s stomach and chest as David’s body froze in an arch several inches off the bed.

The two men, breathing hard as they tried to come down from the amazing high of their love-making, collapsed into each other’s arms. David’s cock was still buried in Parker’s ass, and he could feel the warmth of his load coating his softening tool.

They both fell into a post-coital sleep, and after a brief time, David’s cock plopped out of Parker, causing a gentle flow of cum to escape Parker’s ass. Both boys woke from their peaceful slumber, and David suggested they shower before going to sleep.

It was 6:30 in the morning when David’s phone rang with an obnoxious alarm. Both boys groaned their dissatisfaction and soon found themselves getting out of bed. They quietly went into the bathroom and did their morning business. Since they had both showered a few hours earlier, they skipped that part of their morning routine.

The Symphony provided the limo that took David and Parker to the airport. They arrived a few minutes before 8:30, checked their luggage, and made their way to the TSA checkpoint, arriving at the gate about an hour before departure.

David and Parker did their pre-boarding check-in and were both pleased to have seats next to each other in first class. David was called to the front of the waiting area and was asked if he would like to board first or last, seeing that he was a celebrity, and the airline wanted to make sure he wasn’t bothered as other passengers boarded the plane.

David looked at Parker and asked what he wanted to do. Both agreed to board first so they could enjoy a cocktail right off. Parker suggested that David pull his hair back into a ponytail, thinking that people would be more apt to recognize him with his long hair flowing around his head.

Funny thing that David had never thought of that and decided to give it a go. Sure enough, only a few passengers gave him a quizzical look as they passed through first class on the way to their seats. And for the first time in a long time, no one stopped to ask for an autograph or selfie.

Before the plane had leveled off into its cruising altitude, both men were sleeping—and smiling in their post-sex afterglow. When the plane began its approach to LAX, they were awakened with instructions to prepare for landing.

As the two made their way into the luggage area, Parker spotted a young lady holding a sign that said ‘D. Chase.’ David walked over to her and told her acknowledging his arrival and explained that they needed to get their luggage, and they could be on their way.

When they arrived at the production offices for Ellen, they were escorted into a conference room and were told that someone would be with them shortly. The production assistant asked them if they wanted anything to drink, and both asked for some water.

Within minutes the door opened, and another woman came in with two bottles of water, an iPad, and a friendly smile. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. I’m Mary Connelly, one of the producers for Ellen. Normally a production assistant would handle the pre-interview, but since this was a rather last-minute thing, I’ll be taking care of you today.”

David and Parker stood and shook Mary’s hand as they introduced themselves.

“So David—your manager didn’t mention that you’d be bringing anyone along with you. Is there anything you need to let me know?”

“I guess you were a bit surprised when you walked in and saw Parker. We have been friends since high school, and he was at my performance in San Francisco. When I told him about being on the show, I remembered a piece that he and I played while we were competing in New England. It’s the perfect thing for Ellen and will end up getting a big laugh and a ton of views on the internet.”

“Oh? What’s the piece?”

Together, both Parker and David answered, “Chopsticks!”

Mary had a puzzled look but still smiled. “Would you care to explain?”

Parker pulled out his phone and told Mary he had a video of their rehearsal from the night before. She took the phone once the video started and chuckled at the beginning sequence. As the piece continued and became more and more complex, David smiled as her eyes got bigger.

When the video came to an end, Mary handed the phone back to Parker and declared that it was the perfect piece for the show.

“Now, Parker. I need to get some information on you, so Ellen will know who you are.”

“She kinda already knows me. She hired my partner and me to write the background music for Splitting Up Together.”

“Yes! I just knew your name sounded familiar. If Ellen wants to have you join David on the couch, would you be okay with that?”

“I guess, but this is really about David. I don’t want to take away from the reason he’s here.”

David knew what was coming next, and he closed his eyes, smiled a bit, and just shook his head.

“And David, you do understand why Ellen wanted you on the show so badly?”

“I’m afraid so, yes!”

“Well, you will be the first Sexiest Man Alive to play the Hell out of the piano!”

“I—I—guess that makes sense.”

“Okay, so Ellen would like to raise money for a charity of your choice. Shutterfly will donate $10,000.00, and we just need to decide how.”

“Oh man—this is the part that has been making me nervous!” David looked at Parker and chuckled.

“We have two options—and both would have you down to a pair of Ellen boxer briefs.”

“No way!”

“That’s awesome, David! Mary—he has the most incredible body. You should see—”

“That’s enough, Parker. Please?”

Mary smiled at the rapport the two men had. It could be a lot of fun for the show.

“Okay, Mary—what are the two options?”

“The first would be the dunk tank. Ellen would throw balls at it and dunk you in a tank of water.”

“That doesn’t really appeal to me. What’s the other?”

“The second would be a bit of strip. Ellen would remove an article of clothing, and the tally would build up until you were down to your underwear. I should add, you would be the first to do this, and I think the audience will eat it up.”

David took a deep breath and finally agreed to it.

“What charity would you like to raise the money for?”

“I don’t have any personal charities that I do things for yet. Parker? Can you think of any?”

“What about Ellen’s Wildlife Fund?”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Perfect! We’ll have some fun. Since Ellen has a stake in it, you just resist a bit, and she’ll “beg” you to give in—should be a lot of fun.”

“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve done stuff just to have fun. I’m totally looking forward to it.”

“Why now?”

David looked over to Parker and smiled. “It’s Parker—I just got my best friend and co-conspirator back in my life. It feels good to be alive again!”

Parker beamed as Mary watched the two handsome men lock eyes. “Well, gentlemen. I think I have everything we need. We have a car in front of the studio to take you to your hotel. You will be picked up at 9:00 in the morning for rehearsal. After that, you’ll be taken to your dressing room and just relax. We start filming at 12:30. Parker—do you need a room at the hotel?”

“No, I live in L.A.”

“Well, I would prefer to pick the two of you up at the same location, so Andy will know that both of you are on the way together, and he can relax.”

“Don’t worry, Mary. Parker can stay with me.”

“Perfect. I’ll call the hotel and let them know that there will be two of you—and you'll be all set.” Mary stood and shook hands with David and Parker. “Looking forward to tomorrow!”

She led the guys out to the lobby and their waiting car. Forty-five minutes later, they were checking into the hotel and moving into their suite.

As soon as the door closed, Parker told David that he needed to call Justin and let him know what was going on. David took his bags into the bedroom and unpacked while Parker made his call. He heard Parker raise his voice a couple of times and decided that he would hop in the shower rather than go back out into the main room.

After a few minutes of relaxing under the cascade of warm water, the shower door opened, and Parker stepped in.

“Would you like some company?”

“Sure babe. Hey—is everything okay? It sounded like you were getting upset.”

“Yeah, it’s all good. Justin was a little pissed that I hadn’t called sooner to let him know about the Ellen gig—or that you and I have been catching up. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t stay at the house tonight. I just ended up getting a little defensive.”

“Should we not be doing this? Be honest.”

“No. That’s not it. You see, Justin plays around. Always has. I knew that getting into the relationship and have been okay dealing with it. You are the only person I’ve done anything with since he and I have been together. He figured that out somehow. Apparently, he’s not too crazy about being on the end of the deal I’ve been on the whole time.”

“I’m sorry, Parker. We shouldn’t have—”

“No! No! No regrets, David. I could have stopped things—if I had wanted to. You were the first boy I ever did so many things with, and it was amazing. And you know something? It was even more so last night.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause any problems with you and Justin.”

“I’m sure. And I’m sure about the amazing blow job you’re about to get right here in the shower. Because now--” Parker got on his knees and started working David’s cock with his hand and mouth until it was standing at its full nine-and-a-half-inch glory. “—now—I can take all nine inches down my throat.”

Parker did take every inch of David’s cock while humming and swallowing his way to a powerful nut, not wasting a drop of the sweet load. After giving David some time to recover, Parker stood up and locked him in a passionate, deep kiss.

The two boys held each other under the steamy flow of water and didn’t speak a word. Words weren’t needed in the moment—the closeness they felt in each other’s arms spoke volumes.

When they got out of the shower, they slowly dried each other off and then made their way to the large bed. Parker spread his entire body on top of David’s and told him that he wanted to make love to David this time.

“Please do, Parker. I can’t think of anything I would like more than to feel you inside me.”

“Lay still, babe. I got this.”

Parker then proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and suck of nearly every part of David’s body, remembering all of his sensitive spots as if it were just days—not years—since the last time they were together like this.

“Please fuck me, Parker! I need you so much!”

“No-no-no-no-no. No fucking this time. I’m going to make love to you—just like I always did.”

“Ooooooooooooh, God!” David felt Parker’s magnificent tongue push inside his tight hole, and he instantly gave himself to the man who has made him happier than he’s been in years.

For the next thirty minutes, Parker eased his cock in and out of David in an excruciatingly slow movement. They changed positions so many times, David lost track of the number. By the time Parker was ready to lose his nut inside David, they were both whimpering and calling out their love for each other. Both men came together, but it wasn’t a loud, shout-to-the-skies nut. It was quiet, tender, and incredibly intense.

David and Parker immediately fell asleep in each other's arms. Two hours later, David woke Parker up with a slow and deep blowjob that quite literally brought tears to Parker’s eyes.

“Good morning, Sexiest Man Alive. Those editors at People Magazine have no idea how right they got it.”

“Shut up, dumb shit! Don’t start with that crap. Ellen’s gonna give me enough of it today. Now, let’s order breakfast from room service and get our showers going. It’s gonna be taking me a while to get ready since I have to do the sexy hair thing.”

David gave Parker a deep kiss and shared the remnants of the morning load that lingered on his tongue.

“I think I’ll shower in the other bathroom because if I get in there with you, we will be late. I’ll order breakfast for us so you can get started. Usual for you?”

“Yep. Some things haven’t changed a bit.”

“You’re tellin’ me!”

David reached into his suitcase and found the bottles of Norwegian hair products he discovered on a recent European tour. They were expensive as hell, but he liked how the conditioners allowed the curls to keep their shape without using a lot of hairspray, which tended to make his hair feel sticky. He liked how his hair moved with him while he played the piano—especially since that had become part of his onstage “image.”

Before doing his hair, David put on his outfit—signature black skinny jeans and black Versace v-neck tee-shirt. He then turned his hairdryer to low and medium heat and began the process of creating his signature long, blond, curly mane of luscious hair.

As David was finishing his hair, Parker walked in—blown away by the man in front of him. “Jesus Christ! You look fucking amazing. Let’s be late. I want you to fuck the shit outta me!”

“Whatever, dipshit! Hey, what are you planning to wear?”

“I had an idea and wanted to clear it with you. I was thinking about my skinny jeans and a burgundy tee. I want it to look like I was just hanging in the wings and not dressed to perform on fucking national television!”

“Sounds perfect. Good thinking there, babe.”

“Oh fuck, I’m going to be playing on national television. Why is that now scaring the shit outta me?”

“No-no-no—don’t worry about that. You sound amazing, and together, we’re ready to kick some ass on that piano. Except for a couple of cameras, it’s going to be just like playing for a couple hundred people. You and I have done that as long as we’ve known each other.”

“Yeah, I know you’re right. I’ll be cool—promise.”

Room service arrived with breakfast, and the guys sat down at the table in the main room. After eating, David grabbed his Ralph Lauren black leather biker jacket and completed his famous bad-boy look.

They made their way down to the lobby at 9:00 and found their limo waiting. They were whisked to the studio and arrived at 9:45. Damned L.A. traffic!

The boys were immediately taken to their dressing room, where they relaxed until they were called into the studio for their rehearsal.

They had to play through their piece twice so the cameras could get their shots set. They were surprised when David and Parker got to the point of their song when they switched places. When they finished playing the second time, there was quite a bit of applause from the staff and crew. That helped Parker relax, and he was ready to have a blast when the taping began.

The director told Parker that Ellen wanted him to join David for a brief interview after playing their number. When they go to commercial, Parker will go backstage, and Ellen would have David do the fundraising “strip.”

They were sent back to their dressing room and told that they would be called to make-up to get their faces ready for television. As they were heading backstage, Mary came up to them and told them there was a gift basket for each of them. It included several pairs of Ellen underwear. David needed to put on a pair of the boxer-briefs for the strip.

Even though they had over an hour to spare before taping, the time flew by. While the boys were in the make-up chairs, Ellen popped her head in and let David and Parker know she saw their rehearsal and thought it was perfect. She also thanked David for choosing her wildlife fund for the charity and mentioned that he was the first to do that. Ellen also mentioned that the show would be broadcast live due to a technical glitch in the previous day’s show. Nothing else would change. She just wanted them to know.

Ellen took a hand in each of hers and thanked them for coming in at the last minute. She told them that it was all about having fun—and getting David down to his boxer-briefs!

* * * * *

Back East, in Barnstable—Charlie Danner was sitting in the great room with his son Noah. Every afternoon at 4:00, the boy insisted that Charlie join him to watch their favorite television show—Ellen.

Pink's familiar theme song filled the room, and the two settled back for the next hour. They watched Ellen make her entrance and laughed at her first couple of jokes. Then it happened—the last thing Charlie Danner ever expected to see on Ellen.

“Now I want to know one thing. How many of you came here because you heard Keanu Reeves was going to be here?”

The audience yelled and cheered just at the mention of his name.

“Sorry, ladies—and you two guys over there—Keanu called me and had to cancel because of the flu. Now quit your moaning and groaning—we were soooooo lucky to get a darned good substitute at the last minute.”

Charlie gasped out loud when the entire wall behind Ellen filled with the People Magazine cover that featured David. The audience went crazy again as Ellen continued, “That’s right! We have the new Sexiest Man Alive—classical pianist David Chase! And wait ‘til you hear him tickle the ivories!”

Charlie truly believed that he had finally gotten control of his roller-coaster emotions after the events of the last six months. He couldn’t help it—tears flowed freely down his face—yet Charlie couldn’t take his eyes off the screen.

“Daddy? Why are you crying? It’s Ellen!”

“Don’t worry about it, Noah. Let’s just watch the show.”

“It’s that sexy man guy, isn’t it?”

Charlie sighed. “Yes, Noah. Let’s just watch the show, okay?”

“But why does he make you cry? He’s pretty—and I bet he’s nice because Ellen said he plays the piano.”

“He plays the piano like no one else in the world.”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“No, Noah—that’s not why.”

“Then why?”

Charlie sighed again. He knew that after all these years, the only way to get Noah to stop asking all the questions was just to go ahead and answer him. Before he could form the words, Charlie’s quiet tears advanced to full-out crying and sniffling.

“Noah, David Chase is the love of my life—and I let him go. I lost him. I lost him.”