Perverts 'R' Us

Uncle Gary II

By Danyealle ( M/F, rom )

As he wove through the crowd he spotted her across the sea of people milling about. She was in what appeared to be a light-hearted conversation with one of the road crew. It took him a few minutes to snake his way through the thick crowd, but he was finally able to get to her side. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he nodded to the roadie, "Gordon, give me a minute alone with Mickey please."

Having been on the road crew for a while he knew Gary's' manager, Alex, didn't show up to talk to someone for no reason, so he agreed, "Sure thing, boss." Nodding to Mickey, he took his leave and disappeared in the mass of humanity.

Leaning back against the wall, she eyed Alex, eyebrow up, sipping her drink. "So, tell me, what do you want?" They hadn't gotten along well when she and Gary had been an item. It seemed that Alex had been under the impression, like he was about most women that had attached themselves to Gary, that she was just in it for herself not anything else.

He stuttered and stammered a bit before coming out and saying, "I was wondering if you could do me a favor and talk to Gary."

Downing the rest of her drink, she set the glass aside then fixed him with a stare. "Why would you want ME to do that?" Arching an eyebrow again, she cocked her head to the side and gave him a quizzical look. "But more to the point, what about?"

After a deep sigh he looked at her. This wasn't something he really WANTED to do but he was at the end of his rope and thought she might be able to help. Sure, when she and Gary had been an 'item' he held her in the same distrust that he did any other woman that hooked up with his star, thinking there was an ulterior motive behind it. But unlike most Mickey hadn't had one.

Eventually he saw that she didn't want it to be known that they were dating, she didn't want fame, and she hadn't really wanted anything from him other than his company. He knew the two had remained close friends even after the relationship had run its course and still talked when they could. Now what he needed was her help. Grabbing her by the elbow he steered her into the den and shut the door behind them to make sure no one was listening.

Leaning back against the door as she sat in one of the armchairs, he looked at her. "You know this party was to celebrate his marriage to Tansy right?"

With a brief nod of her head she gazed at him, "Of course, I know that. They are getting married tomorrow, he asked me to come." Tansy was a female country singer who had been Gary's girlfriend for the last couple years. It was well known that he loved her and their marriage was seen as a union of two of the most popular country singers in the US.

Rubbing his face again he gave her an anguished look. "He just broke it off with her and called off the wedding!"

Staring at him, she asked, quietly, "When did this happen?"

"About a half an hour ago! He told her he didn't want to get married right now and needed time to think before he decided what he wanted to do. Can you do something? Talk to him! Make him see sense!"

Rubbing her stiff fingers absently, something she always did when she was thinking, she looked away as she answered, "What do you think I can do? It's his choice."

"You're the psychowhatsit; you know how to deal with this stuff!"

"Yeah, I'm a psychologist but my field isn't marriage counseling or family practice."

Groaning loudly, he shook his head, "That doesn't mean you can't do it! I know that much. Besides, he listens to you when he won't listen to anyone else. Just talk to him. Please! He's your friend, if you care about him at all, talk to him!"

After standing up she gave him a hard stare, "I'll talk to him but I'm not going to even attempt to talk him into something he doesn't want to do. If he says no then no it is. But if it's just pre-marriage jitters or something I'll see what I can do. Where is he?"

Sighing deeply, thinking that if anyone could get Gary's head screwed back on right it was her, he said, "Fine, just talk to him. I'm sure that is all it is. He's holed up in the basement. Last I saw he was just sitting on the pool table picking at his guitar."

She stood and walked to the door, but before opening it she gave him a hard look, "Just so you know, I am not doing this for YOU. As far as I'm concerned you could drop dead and I wouldn't care. I'm doing it for Gary." She then strode out and headed towards the basement.

With a natural grace she was able to cut through the crowd and headed to the kitchen, where the door to the basement was. Before opening it and walking down, she checked on where her parents and brothers were. She didn't want them asking her what was going on. To this day they still didn't know about the fling she and Gary'd had and she didn't want them finding out now.

Seeing that they were all elsewhere, engaged, she slipped through the door and quietly descended the rough staircase. Despite the immaculate decorations of the rest of the house and the careful interior designs for it the basement still resembled what it was when he bought it, one large unfinished room. Their was no true ceiling to it, just the boards that made up the flooring from the room above and all the duct work and electric wiring was in plain view. The floor was cement, painted the same dull red, the color of old blood. Throw rugs had been tossed here and there in it but for the most part were just decoration. There were chairs at the end where the staircase was and at the other end was an old pool table that served more as a catch all for laundry rather than for games.

Against the far wall, the washer and dryer were surrounded by shelves that held all the stuff for doing laundry. Even stars' clothes got dirty and they had to wash them, as odd as it might seem to their fans. Gary was sitting on the end of the pool table, strumming out some undefined tune on his guitar as the washer and dryer vibrated a rhythm.

Avoiding some of the stuff that lay scattered here and there, she quietly made her way over to him. He must have heard something as she got close because he said, without turning around, "Go away Alex! I made up my mind and that's that. I'm not going to change it just because you don't agree."

Stepping up closer to the pool table from behind, she said softly, "And whatever your decision is, it makes no never mind to me, Gary."

He immediately recognized that voice and turned with a jerk to see her standing there. A smile spread across his face and his heart started to hammer in his chest. It had been a couple of years since he had seen her for more than a few minutes, and much to his surprise, she looked almost the same as she had when they'd had their brief affair. Everything was still right where it was supposed to be, toned and curvy, she looked fantastic. That golden blonde mane of hers was still there but seemed to be a bit longer now, down to the middle of her back. Her blue eyes still had the same sparkle they'd always had, a bit playful and mischievous.

Taking his guitar strap off, he set it down on the pool table amid the piles of dirty and clean laundry, and turned sideways to face her, one leg hanging down, the other drawn up and lying sideways on the table. His mouth suddenly feeling cottony and dry, he whispered, "Hi Mickey."

"The one and only," she said with a grin. With a hop, she planted herself on the pool table next to him and looked him over, a grin on her face.

Sliding over next to her, he took one of her hands gently in his, flexing her fingers as if to check them for damage. Smiling bigger, he greeted her, "It's great to see you! I didn't know if you would come or not because…" He let the sentence trail off as a pang of guilt surged through him. Their relationship had ended on a good note, for various reasons, careers, age, neither of them felt it would work in the long term so instead of trying to force something that ended up hurting both, they'd called it off. But almost from the day it ended he'd felt he had made a mistake and at times missed her so much that it was almost like a physical pain.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she winked and grinned, "Why wouldn't I? You asked and here I am."

"I just thought because it was to celebrate my upcoming marriage you might not want to come; that it might make you uncomfortable or something." As he gazed into her eyes he got lost all over again, thinking about what could have been between them and trying to figure out why they weren't still together. Then thoughts of Tansy flooded in and he sighed deeply. "Did you hear or did something else bring you down?"

She could see a little more gray in his soft brown hair and a pain in those blue-green eyes that she hadn't seen last time they had met. Though she couldn't see it directly, she sensed a confusion and frustration in him about something. Leaning back, resting on her palms, legs swinging back and forth, she smiled, "To be honest, Alex found me and almost begged me to come talk to you. I get the feeling he wanted me 'to talk some sense into you' and talk you into rethinking your decision. I am NOT going to do that, you know me, that isn't my style. But if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears." Giving him a small smile, she continued on, her voice soft and quiet. "What's going on, Gary? You can tell me. It won't leave this room. Is it cold feet or something else?"

He leaned forward and stared at the floor, hands clutching the edge of the pool table so hard they were almost white. Sighing heavily, he shook his head. "No, it isn't cold feet. I don't really know how to explain this… Tansy is a great girl and all that, and I really did think I loved her enough to marry her, but today I realized I couldn't go through with it. While I DO love her it's more like a dear friend than anything else. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I didn't love her the way it would take to make a life together as husband and wife. Does that make any sense?"

Nodding, she reached out and put her hand over his, "Makes perfect sense to me Gary. Was it an all of a sudden thing or had it been building for a while?"

With a sad shake of his head, he sighed again, "No, ever since I asked her, I felt like that but I figured over time I get used to it. Today it just hit me; I realized I would never love her that way. Getting married wouldn't be fair to her or me, I knew I had to call it off to save a lot of heartbreak for both of us."

In a firm voice she said, "Then you made the right decision, don't second guess it."

Looking at her, he smiled, "I knew if anyone would get it, it would be you." Turning sideways, he looked at her, a serious expression on his face. "What happened between us Mickey? Why didn't it work?"

With a shrug, she said, "A lot of things, it wasn't just one. I was still in school and looking to start my own career so we couldn't be together like we wanted. Touring took you away for long stretches of time, especially when we first started, that sure didn't help. The fame you had frightened me, it wasn't something I was equipped to handle at the time. Your relationship with Dad was another, neither of us wanted to have to explain it to my parents. Then there was me, I wasn't ready to have a family, be a mother, instant or otherwise. Hell, your kids aren't much younger than I am. I wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility. It wasn't just one thing that caused it, there were lots of reasons."

Gazing intently at her, he asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper, "Do you ever think about us? About me? And wonder if we could make it work if we tried again?"

Locking her eyes with his, she said, "Yes. I would be lying if I said I didn't. I wonder what could have happened or what it could have been. I sometimes even wonder if, since I've grown a bit more, we could make a go of it. A lot of things that once bothered me don't anymore. I no longer worry what mom and dad think about who I date. They will accept them or they won't, up to them, but it doesn't change what I feel. I no longer worry about the responsibility of kids. And with the growing and maturing I've done the fame bit isn't the obstacle I thought it was. It would be different now."

Looking at her, quietly, for a minute, he tried to gather his thoughts. But instead of being rational and doing what most would have thought he should do he slid closer to her and took one of her hands in his. Looking into those eyes he still thought about, a lot more now than he used to, he swallowed, hearing a dry click in his throat and said, voice soft but firm and confident. "Mickey, can we give it another try? Please?"

Taking another deep breath, he leveled his gaze with hers and his voice took on a more forceful and confident tone, "Oh hell, I might as well just come out and say it… Mickey, I love you and always have. I could never forget you and what it felt like to be with you. I've always felt that our ending what we had together was a mistake. There is no way for me to explain how strong the feelings I have for you are. Every woman I've been with since you made me long for you all the more. I tried to make each one fit, but they weren't what I was looking for. Even Tansy was like that. I started going out with her because she made me think of you and had a bit of a similar personality to you. But as it went on I realized she wasn't you and what I wanted was YOU. The closer the wedding came the more I thought about you. Today I realized how stupid and unfair it would be to marry her, it wasn't HER I wanted to spend my life with it was YOU. I couldn't give her the love she wanted and deserved when all the while, I wanted her to be someone else."

Leaning in, he gazed directly into her eyes and stroked down her cheek with his fingers, "Mickey, marry me. Be with me. Be mine. Please?" he whispered, his face showing an earnestness, maybe a desperation, she'd never seen before.

Gazing deep into his eyes, she let herself get lost in them, like she had so many times before. Reaching out she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the strands tickle her fingers and palm like they had so many times before. Leaning forward, she pulled his head closer to give him a kiss but before she did the word, "yes" softly slipped through her lips.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, holding her to his chest, mouth devouring hers. As their kissing became more passionate he gently pushed her onto her back and sat up, looking down at her, panting heavily, but before going any further he grabbed his cell phone and called his bodyguard. After a terse conversation that made it clear no one was to come downstairs under penalty of being fired he shut the phone and tossed it aside.

Quickly, he yanked his jeans and underwear down to his knees. Then, pulling her closer he pulled her jeans off and tossed them aside. With no foreplay he slid himself into her in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Kissing her passionately, he held her close as he started to slide in and out.

Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she pulled him tightly to her, kissing him fervently. The pent-up lust she had felt for him for so long came out full force and she didn't care about anything other than once again feeling him deep inside her. Thrusting her hips she met his thrusts, holding onto his cock with the sopping walls of her pussy.

Again and again he had thought about this since they'd parted and the pure lust and want he felt showed in his almost violent thrusts. Holding her tightly, his mouth locked with hers, he continued to pound into her, his cock throbbing madly already and demanding release. Sliding one hand between her legs, his fingers strummed the old rhythm he knew she liked on her clit. Within minutes she was writhing wildly under him, digging her fingers into his shoulders and moaning into his mouth. This was not how he'd ever envisioned their first time back together but with all the pent-up desire and want in them it was what they both needed.

Soon the pool table was shivering from the thrusts and all that could be heard was loud moans and the slap of skin against skin. Slamming hard up at him, she ground her hips against him, her legs wrapped around him in almost a death grip. Arching up she let out a squeal of pure pleasure and came hard, flooding his crotch and balls with her juice. Hissing loudly through clenched teeth, he ground into her then let go, stuffing her hot tunnel with his seed. He wanted to shout but even in the throws of passion he remembered the people upstairs.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, they snuggled in one of the chairs and the inevitable question came up. "How are we going to do this Mickey?" He asked, stroking softly up and down her back.

Shrugging, she rested her head on his shoulder, an arm wrapped around him. "Personally, at this point I don't give a damn who knows about us. If they can't deal with it that is their problem, not ours."

After kissing, talking, and thinking a bit they decided what they needed to do, and hand-in-hand they went upstairs. Moving through the crowd they made their way to the living room where most of the people were congregated. Alex slid up to her and tried to talk but Gary shooed him away. While he grabbed a glass and tapped against it to get everyone's attention she moved over to where her parents were standing. When the room quieted down he looked around and said, in a loud voice, "First, thanks to all that are here to help me celebrate what is going to be a very joyous occasion for me, but there has been a bit of a change of plans."

A loud, excited murmur buzzed around and Gary had to raise his voice over it. "I will be getting married, but not tomorrow. Nor will it be to Tansy."

That murmur became an excited, loud buzz and Alex tried to get over to her but couldn't. Her dad and mom stood at her shoulders, wondering what was going on.

Gary continued on as if there was no noise. "Tansy is a great woman and a wonderful friend but we aren't meant to be man and wife. I know this has hurt her and for that I am truly sorry."

With a big grin that almost split his entire face, he said, eyes bright and almost glowing, "But I would like to introduce you all to the wonderful lady that is to become my wife." Holding out his hand to her he winked.

Stepping away from her parents, she took his hand. Pulling her next to him he wrapped his arm around her waist and beamed at all the shocked looks. "This is Mickey. Some of you know her, some of you don't, but you will want to, because she and I are going to be together for the rest of our lives."

At this point the noise was so loud that even if he had spoken again no one would have heard him. But she wasn't paying attention to that; all she could see was the dumbstruck look on her parents' face.

During the commotion that followed, Gary brushed Alex off with a curt, "Later." Then, sensitive to the shock this must have been to them, led her parents back to a quiet room to talk to them with her. After shutting and locking the door behind them he took Mickey's hand in his and turned to his two oldest friends. "I know this is a shock but I hope somewhere you will understand it."

Her father, glaring at him, tried to speak, but her mom put a hand on his arm and stopped him. Unlike her husband, she wasn't looking at Gary but at her daughter, who had a contented looking grin on her face. Quietly, she asked, "Is this what you want baby? Is this what will finally make you happy?"

Looking at the three people who meant the most to her, her father's thunderstruck countenance, her mothers concerned, questioning face, and finally Gary, she smiled and with a soft, almost little girl voice said, "Yes momma, it is." Then reaching out and putting her arm around his waist, she pulled Gary close to her.

Once again shushing her husband before he could blow her mom leaned across and kissed her daughter's cheek saying, "Then you have our blessing," with a finality that made it clear there would be no further questions.