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While my head was trying to keep up with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, my heart was beating knowingly. It took a complete over-reaction on my part, and the realization that my stupidity meant I could have ruined my relationship with Ty, to finally tell him I loved him.
I kept feeling the need to apologise to Ty and to explain again and again why I'd reacted the way I had, but I could tell Ty had taken my first bumbling explanation on board and was ready to put it behind us. It was typical of his sweet way, but I still had a nagging sense that I didn't deserve him.
These thoughts were swirling around in my head as we both jumped in the shower. The shave would wait for the morning, but a good wash was definitely in order. I came back to the here and now when I felt Ty's shower gel-coated hands on my chest.
I looked him in the eye and was about to speak, not really knowing what I would say but wanting so much to tell him how much he meant to me. Again, he seemed to read my mind. He put his finger to my lips to shush me. "No need to say anything more Mike," he smiled, before covering my lips with his. His kiss was like a mouthful of refreshing water for my parched heart, and I wanted to drown in it.
As we tongue wrestled, Ty's hands slipped lower to wash the goods and as always whenever he touched me, I rose to the occasion. As Ty finally broke the kiss and we moved apart, he shut the water off and we dried each other off, Ty's own one-eyed warrior clearly ready for battle.
It felt so good, and right, to slip between the sheets and melt into Ty's embrace. With limbs intertwined, we started to kiss again, hands randomly stroking each other's bodies as our tongues communicated our mutual hungry need.
For years I'd heard people talk of the joy of "makeup sex" but this was my first experience of it, and it was every bit as good as people said.
As the pace of our lovemaking picked up, Ty's arm slipped between by legs and under me to the crack of my ass, his hand gliding up and down the moist crevice, his fingers dancing across the entry. Two thoughts struck me simultaneously; perhaps Ty was versatile, and if so, I hadn't been fucked for a very long time. Equally, I wanted to give Ty whatever he wanted to compensate in some small way for my juvenile mistrust.
As these thoughts were swirling in my head, Ty's tongue was swirling in my mouth and the tip of his finger was gently find its way inside my body. As he probed, my hand found its way between his legs, and I gently but firmly began to massage his joy boys, which elicited his customary lusty groan.
I was apprehensive about how I'd cope with the size of this beautiful man's cock forcing its way in and out of my ass, but I decided to relax and enjoy the ride. He wanted to express his love in the most intimate of ways, and I wanted to return that love by giving him the same kind of pleasure that playing colon commander gave me.
Once I relaxed, his finger was no longer an intruder but a welcome visitor, and I moved slightly to lie on my back, my legs open. As I moved, Ty slipped a pillow under my ass leaving me splayed in front of him. He lay on his stomach, his face only inches from my buried treasure. I felt goose-bumps when his tongue flicked across it and my legs closed slightly, as if to keep his head where it was.
I was lost in long-forgotten sensations as Ty worked his tongue up, down, around and in my entrance and I lazily stroked my cock as he did. Ty looked up, stopped his lapping and swooped on my dick, sucking it to its root and swirling his tongue around my corona, as little moans escaped my throat. Further down he moved, lapping his tongue over my ball bag, sucking each nut at a time into his warm, wet mouth. Then he was back at my ass, eating it like a starving man.
He never let up his tongue ministrations as he gently slipped one, then two fingers inside me, flexing his fingers until he felt my prostate. If he hadn't physically felt it, he'd have known he was there by the loudness of the groan that followed.
Still working his fingers inside me, he shifted until he was lying almost on top of me, his lips covering my face and neck with tiny kisses. When I looked into his eyes, they were glazed with desire and I wanted him to claim his prize.
I held his face in my hands, kissed him deeply and then whispered in his ear, "Fuck me!"
He returned the kiss and I felt his steel hard dick against my hole and he pushed, very slightly. I only winced slightly before the throbbing head of his prick started the slow slide inwards and the memory of the wonderful sensation only a thick cock can provide came flooding back. I busied myself with caressing whichever of Ty's body parts I could reach and he continued his relentless journey, his eyes burning into mine the whole while. Before I knew it, he was home, his entire length imbedded in me.
All the while he was kissing me, exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue and nibbling my lower lip. His hands were playing with my nipples and I felt safe and protected by the weight of his hard body. Once he sensed my body had acclimatized to the invasion of his cock flute, the symphony began, and he started moving in and out of me, very gently and slowly at first, leaving my nerve endings raw with longing.
As I began raking my nails up and down his back and kissing his neck and chin, Ty gradually started to pick up his pace, his swollen cock impaling me fully and then withdrawing before surging forward again. I was grateful he'd used a little lube and by now, I had completely opened up to him. As Ty steadily fucked me, peppering his thrusts with gratified grunts, I realized how much I'd missed having a man's cock inside me. I'd never settle for any old dick, of course, just the one attached to the most beautiful man who'd ever come into my life.
All of a sudden, Ty changed gear and was starting to fuck me relentlessly, telling me in the dirtiest language imaginable just how good my ass felt contracting around the full length of his man-milk dispenser. Between pants, I matched him filthy phrase for filthy phrase, grabbing and squeezing his ass cheeks as they contracted with each thrust.
So in synch were our interlocked bodies that time didn't register, although I realized later that we'd been fucking more almost 20 minutes before Ty's body started to tense and the speed with which he ploughed in and out of my ass increased significantly. As my own body responded to the heightened pace and my prostate rallied the forces, I contracted my ass muscles and gripped Ty's rampant cock even more tightly. His intermittent moans and groans became one long primitive howl and as my own man eggs gave up the fight and sprayed their consignment in thick, hot spurts between our sweating bodies, he lunged forward, buried himself as deep inside me as he could and let go, filling me with his scorching seed. Even then, he kept moving, sliding his cock in and out until finally he ran out of steam, collapsing on top of me with his dick still buried inside my leaking ass.
We lay together and I exercised great control in not expelling him, enjoying the feeling of him softening inside me. After a while he raised himself on his elbows and looked at me. "That was every bit as good as I dreamt it would be!" he grinned. "You're one hot piece of ass!"
I couldn't help myself. "I'm really sorry, Ty" I said softly.
As he rolled off me and snuggled into my chest he replied, "No more apologies, Mike. Just love me."
And I did, never more so than at that moment.
We woke early and, tempting though it was to languish in bed playing with each other's sperm spitters, it was Ty who suggested we should have a good run around the park opposite my apartment before getting ready to meet Lachlan and Scott for breakfast.
We splashed our faces in the bathroom, threw on some running gear and hit the grass, maintaining a mutual steady pace as we worked up a sweat during two complete laps. We jogged back to the apartment, stripped and I shaved while Ty showered. I joined him under the water spray and was rewarded with an exquisite knob job that literally left me with shaking legs.
Once Ty was shaved, we put on jeans, shirts and shoes and before taking the lift to the ground floor to begin our walk to the hotel where Vince and the boys were staying, I grabbed a walking stick that had belonged to my grandfather from my hall closet. I explained to Ty that I'd use the stick to `limp' into the restaurant for breakfast.
"I can see Lachie's eyes rolling now," Ty laughed. "Didn't I see George with a walking stick one time at Grand Apartments?"
"Yep," I replied. "He uses it occasionally because he needs a hip replacement operation. I could have borrowed one from him before we left Coolangatta if I knew what was ahead!".
"Is there anything George can't supply on demand?" Ty smiled.
"Well, when I first arrived ion the coast, I asked him if he could find me a hot looking rock star with a big cock, and it was days before you showed up!"
As predicted, Lachlan was in fits of laughter as I `hobbled' to the table where he and Scott were waiting.
"Looks like someone didn't get much sleep!" he chuckled. "Half your luck mate!"
We shook hands all round and after we'd placed our orders, I ruffled Lachlan's hair and said, "A fine looking Aussie soldier on leave shouldn't have much trouble getting it wet!"
As we waited for breakfast, Ty and Lachlan explained between them Lachlan's convoluted love life. Lachlan met his first sweetheart Madeline when they were still in school and they remained an item, until their final year when Lachlan decided it was time to move on, and sow his oats elsewhere.
He travelled in his `gap year' and greatly enjoyed spearing the bearded clam whenever the opportunity arose, and when he returned to Stanthorpe he and Madeline drifted back together. They'd both had other relationships and found themselves realizing they really did dig each other.
They spent 12 happy months together, before Lachlan moved away to complete his Army training, and that 12 months apart was the litmus test for the relationship. When Lachlan finally returned to Stanthorpe, Madeline was waiting for him and they'd been together ever since. Not even Lachlan's posting in Afghanistan could weaken the bond and while he was enjoying this precious time with his older and younger brothers, he was champing at the bit to get back home.
"If I don't get some pussy soon," he smirked, "I'm gonna explode!"
Scott looked up from his mobile phone with mock indignation. "You mind, Lachie?" he asked, tongue- in-cheek. "I'm an impressionable teenager and I shouldn't be exposed to such vulgar talk!"
"Is that right, squirt?" Lachlan laughed, slapping Scott lightly across the back of the head. "I shouldn't be exposed to the sound of you polishing your rocket after lights out either, but you don't hear me going on about it!"
Ty jumped in. "Seriously Scotty," he laughed. "You'll go blind if you don't stop jerkin' the gherkin!"
"Yeah," Scott shot back, "at least I'm not limping like someone at this table ..."
The conversation stopped as our waitress served four hearty breakfasts, including a plate for Lachlan that looked like it could feed a family of four. We all tucked in and it was Lachlan who finished first.
"Mate, you can still put it away!" said Ty.
"Yeah mate," Lachlan replied. "So can you, according to Mike, but I don't think he was talking about bacon and eggs!"
We were still laughing when Vince suddenly appeared, brandishing the morning newspapers.
"Morning boys," he beamed, as his eyes fell to the walking stick. "Do I wanna know?"
"No Vince," Ty grinned. "You don't!"
Vince held up the folded newspaper and we all saw the headline at the same time "TYSON HILL SWEEPS ARIA NOMINATION POOL".
"Mate, five fucking ARIA nominations!" Vince exclaimed, referring to the annual Australian Recording Industry Association awards, the `down under' equivalent of the Grammys.
Scott snatched the paper and started reading out loud, "Chart sensation Tyson Hill, whose Love On The Rocks album has been 2010's biggest seller, has swept the pool in this year's ARIA nominations. Hill is up for Breakthrough Artist, Best Male Artist, Single of The Year, Best Adult Contemporary Album and Album of The Year."
It was high fives all round, as Lachlan slapped his brother on the back. "Mate, you're a fucking star!"
"Good on ya, mate," Vince grinned. "Let me buy you boys a round of drinks!"
Ty registered surprise. "Vince, it's 10.30 in the fucking morning. Bit early to get on the piss!"
Vince chuckled and then in mock villain style, yanked open one half of his jacket vest and said, "Can I interest you in a nice watch?"
Ty played along. "Nah mate, got a watch. But I love that hairy chest. How much for me to wash it with my tongue?"
Vince rolled his eyes. "Faggot!"
"I'm quite well heeled," Ty smirked. "We could come to an arrangement ..."
"I need a woman!" he sighed. "See you boys later. Fuck, five nominations! Woo hoo!"
Ty was momentarily pensive. "Will five awards change anything, Vince?" he asked.
"I didn't say five awards Ty, I said five nominations," Vince replied. "You won't win five. Two would be good, three would be even better. Album Of The Year's gonna go to Birds Of Tokyo, or Washington for sure, and Best Male Artist? It should be you mate, but the money's on John Butler."
Ty had a wry smile on his face. "Hey hot shot," he said. "You might be right with Album Of The Year, but I reckon I've got a good shot at Best Male Vocalist, so that means four. Wanna bet on it?"
Vince Cometti, good wog boy that he is, couldn't resist a bet. "You're on, pretty boy."
"What's the wager?"
"If I'm right, you'll find me a nice-looking, high-class working lady with big tits and you'll pay for her to `keep me company' for the weekend. And you'll film us bumpin' uglies! It'll help you learn how normal people have sex."
Lachlan cracked up when he caught the glance between Ty and me, when we both simultaneously screwed up our noses. I wasn't sure whether Vince's remark about normal sex' would inflame Ty, but he just smirked. "OK Vince," he said, "I'm cool with you humiliating me, but being the good Italian boy you are, you'll match the challenge. If I win, you'll come to my hotel room on Saturday and Mike and I will watch while one of the hotel's beauty consultants gives you a wax. And I'm talkin' the full back, crack and sac'. We might even get a sneak peek at your Sicilian starfish!"
"Dream on, Ty!" Vince laughed. "That's disgusting."
"No more disgusting than watching you trying to satisfy some high class hooker with a few inches of dangling fury!" Ty mocked. "You obviously know I'm right or you'd be sealing the deal."
"Faggot!"
"Yeah, I'm a faggot," Ty laughed. "But I'm not a piker."
The gauntlet had been thrown down. Vince believed he was right and no matter how galling Ty's terms might be to him, he couldn't lose face by backing down. I smiled to myself at the way Ty had manipulated the situation and thrown a bucket of water on Vince's cockiness.
Changing the subject, Vince said, "I've got three seats for you guys for the awards! Repeat after me, `thank you Mr. Cometti'!"
Lachlan looked surprised. "Scotty and I are heading home today, Vince," he said.
"Well change you plans, mate," Vince replied. "The farm'll still be there when you get back. It's not every day you see your brother saluted by the music industry. Gotta go. Let me know about the tickets."
The three brothers looked at one another and I jumped in with, "It'd be great if you could stay guys. That way you can see Ty's last concert tonight, and then come along to the awards on Friday night."
"But I promised Maddy I'd be home today," Lachlan mused.
"She'll understand mate," I said sympathetically. "Buy her something nice while you're here and she'll feel spoiled when you do get home."
Lachlan thought about it. "Whattaya reckon, squirt?" he asked Scott.
"Awesome, Lachie!" Scott grinned back. "Me at the ARIAs. I might even get my photo taken with Mandy McElroy!"
"I just don't want to disappoint Maddy," Lachlan said.
"You disappoint her every time you drop your daks, Lachie," Scott chided.
Again Lachlan slapped Scott across the back of the head. "Asshole!" he laughed. "OK, we're in. I'll ring Mum."
Ty's face lit up. "I love you guys! I'll take care of extending the hotel booking!"
Ty picked up his keys and stood. "Gotta go to sound check," he said. "It's the last show of the tour and I'm changing the set list a bit, so got a bit of rehearsing to do. I'll catch you boys later!"
The rest of the day went quickly. Lachlan and Scott tagged along when I returned to my apartment, and they helped me clean up the mess I'd ignored while I tried to deal with what I'd so wrongly perceived to be Ty's betrayal.
No mention was made of that confronting evening. There was a light moment when Lachlan helped me change the bed, where the night before I'd been so exquisitely and thoroughly fucked by his handsome older brother. As he held the sheets up, he grinned, "can you imagine what these would go for on eBay!"
Another was when Lachlan put the vacuum cleaner together for Scott to go to work on the lounge room carpet. "Don't get any ideas about the nozzle and the suction," he cautioned. "I tried it once at home and believe me, it's nothing like a blowjob!"
We enjoyed a long walk around the park before heading back to the boys' hotel room where we'd agreed we would get ready for Ty's final concert. We had a light dinner in the hotel restaurant, saving space for what promised to be a well-catered `end of tour party' later in the night.
By 7.30, we were n a cab on the way to the Regent Theatre and at the box office, I picked up our tickets in an envelope marked "M. Stewart".
"How come there's four tickets?" I asked Lachlan.
"Vince is sitting out front with us," he smirked. "Apparently Ty told him he has to see the show at least once, instead of locking himself backstage counting box office receipts!"
We mingled for a while until the theatre doors were opened. It was interesting to observe the mixture of fans that my guy attracted; the usual teenage girls who seemed highly excited, a sprinkling of young couples who clearly loved the music, and a respectable amount of gay men who either enjoyed the music or Ty's body, if not both.
The merchandise stand was doing a brisk trade, even before the show, as people who didn't already have it snapped up copies of Ty's `Love In The Air' CD and DVD, while others walked away with a Tyson Hill tee-shirt.
We overheard a male couple looking at the CD they'd just bought, featuring a cover shot of Ty facing away, guitar slung over his shoulder, looking back at the camera. "I'll bet that ass is every bit as good as it looks in this shot," one of them said. Lachlan caught my eye and grinned. "Bet you're tempted to assure them it is!" he whispered.
Finally seated, I looked around the sold-out auditorium and spotted Monique and some others in Ty's `team' dotted around. It was only as the house lights started to dim that Vince hurried in and flopped down in the seat next to me.
"Is this seriously the first time you've seen Ty do a whole show?" I whispered.
"Actually, yeah," Vince replied. "I mean, I've heard every show, but Mr Rock Star insisted I needed to actually see it from out front. Go figure."
We sat in darkness for a minute or two before Ty's band walked on to thunderous applause and took their places. Random guitar strings were plucked as the musicians tuned up and then everything was quiet. As before, Ty appeared unannounced from side stage, and strolled to his centre-stage microphone. The venue erupted and for a moment, I thought my ears would bleed.
Dressed in butt hugging black jeans, boots and a very upmarket cowboy shirt, Ty launched into "Deep Inside Of You" and so the show began. It was much the same as the previous first half although the song order had been slightly shuffled. Just before intermission, Ty surprised everyone, including Vince, with an impromptu acoustic performance of Peter Allen's beautiful ballad "Tenterfield Saddler".
With only acoustic guitar he sat on a stool while the musicians behind disappeared in darkness to the wings.
Time is a traveller Tenterfield saddler, turn your head Ride again jackaroo Think I see kangaroo up ahead ...
You'd have heard a pin drop, so quiet was the audience and when the song ended, Ty took one quick bow and exited, stage left.
At intermission, we all gathered at the bar. Lachlan and Vince headed to the men's room and I queued for drinks. Scott took advantage of his brother being absent to assure me that such a special occasion justified him having a beer instead of a soft drink. I was about the argue to point, but I couldn't resist the pleading look, or the intoxicating grin that reminded me so much of his big brother.
Four beers it was, and as we stood around sipping, Vince remarked on how well Ty had sung "Tenterfield Saddler".
"Man, does that song bring back memories," Lachlan sighed. "Remember Scotty? When Ty got his first guitar as a kid, he played that song day and night. He'd be in his room and that's all we could hear, him playing and singing. He'd get into trouble if he hadn't done his homework, and Dad was forever yelling out for him to stop making so much bloody noise!"
Scott grinned. "I remember, alright, even though I was really young. I remember that song especially because I had no fucking idea what a saddler was, or a jackaroo".
We finished our beer as the house bells rang and quickly found our way back to our seats. The second half saw Ty in faded blue jeans and tee-shirt, and he rocked his way through the album tracks that had become standards with his fans. He was, I assumed, saving "Love On The Rocks" for his encore, as he'd done in all concerts so far.
As the second half drew to a close, Ty once again finished his set with an achingly beautiful version of "Hallelujah" which, again, left the audience stunned. The stage fell black and when the lights came back up, Ty was gone. Thunderous applause and chants of "more, more" went unanswered for a few minutes before he returned, only this time, alone again.
He made himself comfortable on his stool as the noise died down, and picked up a rather weather-beaten acoustic guitar. Lachlan leaned across and whispered, "That's the first guitar he ever had. Didn't know he still had it!"
Ty strummed the guitar once or twice and gave a good-natured grimace at the less than pristine sound that came from it.
"This is my very first guitar," he told the audience. "My Mum and Dad gave it to me when I was a teenager and they also gave me an Everly Brothers song book. I learnt to play every song it in – Bye Bye Love', All I Have To Dream', Wake Up Little Suzie' – but there's one song in particular I loved the most, and I'm going to sing it now for my special someone'. It's called `Devoted To You'."
The intro was greeted with wild applause from an audience who mostly would have no idea who Don and Phil Everly were. I knew though, and I could scarcely believe Ty was dedicating their beautiful words to me:
I'll never hurt you, I'll never lie I'll never be untrue I'll never give you reason to cry I'd be unhappy if you were blue Through the years my love will grow Like a river it will flow It can't die because I'm so devoted to you ...
Ty got a huge hand, and amid the applause, audience members were looking around to see if they could spot the teary-eyed girl they believe Ty was singing about. What they thankfully couldn't see was the teary-eyed man he was pouring his heart out to.
When the applause died down, I leaned over to Vince and whispered, "He sang that for me, Vince!"
I knew what was coming. Vince leaned back towards me and whispered "Faggots!" before adding, "Good song, though!"
Once again joined by his band, Ty ended the night with a smokin' version of "Love On The Rocks" which had everyone – us included – on their feet.
I felt almost maudlin making my way backstage with the boys, retracing the steps I'd taken that awful night when I so stupidly misread Ty's joy at being surprised by his cherished brother. As if he too sensed it, Lachlan put his arm around my shoulder as we made our way to Ty's dressing room. "There's no more brothers lurking in the corridors, mate!" he grinned.
Vince and the boys stopped to greet a few people which gave me a moment to slip into Ty's dressing room by myself. Closing the door, Ty's face lit up in the mirror. "Mate," he enthused. "What did you think?"
I stood in front of him, desperately not wanting to start the whole tear thing again, and took his face in my hands. "I don't have any words, mate," I smiled. "Only this," as I planted a wet one on his soft, delicious lips. When it ended, he out his hand behind my head. "I'll have more of that later!" he grinned. "Much more!"
The door burst opened and suddenly the room was alive with high-fives and hugs, back slappers and well wishers heaping praise. If Ty was daunted, it didn't show. He was gracious, but I had the feeling he wished they'd all melt away so we could go somewhere and have a quiet beer. No chance of that, with the after tour party Vince had organized.
Getting from the venue to the private room in the hotel where the tour party was being held was a major headache. I hadn't anticipated the amount of fans waiting at the theatre's stage door and as it opened and Ty walked towards our waiting van, he was instantly swamped. For almost 45 minutes he patiently signed autographs, posed for photographs and accepted gifts and compliments. He was affable and friendly, but I could tell his heart just wasn't in it.
Eventually, we were able to get to the van and our driver whisked us to our nearby hotel, where the after tour party was in full swing. The whole crew was there, along with `the team', a few familiar faces from Ty's record company, and a handful of journalists and minor celebrities. I kept a respectable distance from Ty, and whenever we found ourselves together in a group, Ty introduced me as "my lawyer Mike Stewart".
Vince had spared no expense. Waiters glided around the room with trays of beverages; French champagne, fine wines and boutique beers. Others proffered platters of exotic looking finger food, all of it tempting. Two beers in, I needed to pee. I found myself at the urinals standing next to Vince, who also needed to make space for more ale.
I couldn't miss a golden opportunity. Leaning forward, I said "Nice dick, Vince!"
Vince shook his cock, slipped it back into his pants and zipped up. "I'm not even going to say it Mike!"
As parties go, it was a good one and I enjoyed chatting with Ty's musicians and his road crew, all nice guys. I caught up with his publicist Monique, and Lachlan and I amused ourselves no end watching Scott sniffing hors d'œuvres and canapés trying to guess what was in or on them.
While I found myself engaged in constant conversations, one eye was on Ty as he worked the room, making sure he got to thank everyone involved in the success of his tour. Later in the evening, as the numbers began thinning, I noticed I'd lost him, and assumed he'd gone to take a leak.
Lachlan announced that he going back to his room with Scott, before the kid ended up with a skin full of beer. It had been more than 20 minutes since I'd last spotted Ty and I was about to call him, when a text from him registered on my mobile. "Sorry, back in our room, mate. Something nasty's come up."
I was immediately worried, trying to work out what might have gone wrong to spoil Ty's night. Without saying goodbye to anyone, I tried to look as though I was heading for the men's room, but detoured on the way to the hotel elevators. I jumped in, rode to our floor and almost ran to the room. Slipping the card in the door, I walked in and called out, "Ty, what's wrong? What's come up?"
A split second later, Ty walked put from behind the bedroom door, stark bollocking naked, his long, fat cock pointing menacingly towards the ceiling. "This came up," he grinned, pointing at his boner. "And it's nasty!"
Relief flooded me, and I started to laugh, but within 30 seconds I was on my knees, sucking on his dick as if my life depended on it. His elevated state of excitement meant it was only a couple of minutes before he was flooding my mouth with his paternity pudding, and five minutes after that, he was on his back in bed, his legs locked behind my back as I pounded his hot, wet ass. It would be another hour before we'd completely drained our balls of spunk, and lay breathlessly in each other's arms.
As we drifted off to sleep I was suddenly struck by a thought. "Did you let Vince know you were leaving the party?" I asked.
"Yeah, I thanked him and told him I was going upstairs to seduce my male lover!" Ty grinned.
"Well, I guess that means you're a faggot, mate," I chuckled.
"I am indeed, mate," he yawned. And you are too. Thank God!"
The days leading up to the ARIA Awards were some of the happiest Ty and I had spent together in the time we'd known each other. Ty and I were relaxed and happy, and Ty seemed to love sharing his uninterrupted time with me with his much loved brothers.
We didn't make plans, preferring impromptu pursuits. We went to the movies together, something Ty and I had never done, and we spent time at the beach, splashing around in the waves and dunking each other. Other times, we'd go to my apartment for a barbeque and to drink beer.
One time, Ty brought out his guitar and we had an impromptu talent quest. Ty plucked the songs we chose and we'd sing in turn, providing beyond any doubt that Ty was the only one of us who could actually hold a tune.. I've seldom laughed as much as I did watching Scott belting out Cutting Crew's "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight", only he changed the lyric to "I Just Died In Your Ass Tonight".
It was almost as hilarious as watching Lachlan, big macho all-Australian soldier that he is, bump and grind his way through "Big Spender".
I did my best with a hopelessly out-of-tune version of Ty's hit "Deep Inside Of You", but I was unanimously booed before I could finish it.
The day before the ARIA awards, we split in two; Ty and Lachlan went shopping for jewellery for Lachlan's girlfriend Maddy back in Stanthorpe, and Scott and I spent the morning playing snooker. During the afternoon, we switched teams, and while Ty took Scott clothes shopping in trendy Chapel Street, Lachlan and I soaked up the sun by the hotel pool and drank ridiculously overpriced cocktails. We pissed ourselves laughing as Lachlan ordered me a Slow Screw Up Against The Wall' and I asked the waiter to bring Lachlan a Cocksucking Cowboy'!
On the morning of the ARIAs, Ty and I took a couple of suitcases from my apartment and moved into the hotel suite Vince had booked for Ty, with its internal interconnecting door through to my room. The ARIA awards were being presented downstairs in the grand ballroom, so it made more sense to be only a couple of minutes away from the action.
Ty's suite, of course, was monstrous and he immediately invited his brothers to join us so we could all get ready for the presentation together. Before they arrived, he called room service and ordered plates of canapés and sandwiches, beers and wine.
The suite was palatial, and the bathroom was fit for a king. It easily fit the four of us and it didn't seem odd to me for us all to be in various stages of undress, taking turns at the walk in shower. At one time, Ty, Lachlan and I were naked together, toweling off and it was hard to keep my eyes from wandering over the unclothed bodies of the two older Hill brothers.
When Lachlan was dry, he wandered back to the main part of the suite to don his finery for the awards. As Ty messed up and rearranged his drying hair in the mirror, he smiled as said, "Don't think I didn't see you getting a nice eyeful of Lachie's gear, mate!"
"Just admiring the gifts that nature has bestowed on the Hill boys!"
"You've checked out two of us, just the kid to go!"
"Nah, seen it already!"
Ty paused, his eyes narrowed. "You've seen Scott's cock?"
"Yeah," I said cautiously, unsure why I was blushing.
"How's that?"
I explained about the apartment window at the Grand Apartments which could be seen from my penthouse balcony, and how I'd quite innocently looked down while watching the waves, and caught Scott having a wank.
Ty laughed. "That'd probably have only been the first tug for the day," he said. "That kid's a chronic self-abuser. I shared a room with sometimes and man, that's all I heard after the lights went out! Got to the stage where I couldn't get to sleep until I heard that strangled little sigh!"
"Well, take it from an expert, the Hill boys have mighty fine looking man parts," I smirked. "And I think Lachie might have you beat by a centimeter or two!"
The bathroom door was suddenly opened wider and Lachie walked in. "Are you guys talking about my cock?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes mate," Ty smirked. "Mr Stewart here was just saying the middle brother's packing some serious meat!"
Lachie shook his head. "Vince is right," he grinned. "You guys are faggots!"
Right on cue, the doorbell rang and Scott opened it to find Vince, all dressed in a suit and looking every inch the rock star's manager. Ty wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the lounge.
"Hey Vince," he chirped.
Vince looked around. "This place looks like a cross between a straight men's locker room and a gay sauna! Can I have one of cheese things with the black shit on top?"
"It's caviar, Vince," I chortled. "And how do you know what a gay sauna looks like?"
Vince rolled his eyes. "We meet your `date' downstairs in 30 minutes so you can do the red carpet thing."
"What the fuck Vince?" Ty snapped. "What date? Why do I have to walk in with a girl I don't even know and pretend she's the girlfriend?"
"For the newspapers, Ty," Vince sighed.
"Fuck the newspapers," Ty shot back.
"OK Ty, I'll explain it to you," said Vince patiently. "If you walk in on your own, people are gonna ask why's he on his own?' If you walk in with Mike, or your brothers, people will say he's photographed a lot with guys, maybe he's queer?' and if you walk in with a hot babe, people are gonna watch and say `he's a legend, I'll bet he's fucking her'. All the guys watching are gonna wish they were you and all the girls are gonna try and imagine walking that red carpet with you."
Trying to curb his annoyance, Ty turned and looked at me questioningly.
"Long before I met you mate, I saw you on TV at the Country Music Awards," I smiled. "You arrived with that blond chick from Home And Away' in the long silver gown with the slit up the side. My first thought was he's a real lady's man'. My second thought was `Pity.'"
"Well now's you big chance, mate" Ty said, glaring at Vince. "Why don't you walk the carpet with me?"
"Because I wouldn't look to good in a long silver gown with a slit up the side and her legs were better than mine. People would compare ..."
"Can you be serious?"
"OK mate. I listened to Vince's argument and Mr Twenty Percent wins on points. You'll only be together for the cameras, the rest of the time she'll be working the room, trying to find some rich guy to fuck and then give her demo tape to. She'll probably end up with Vince."
"OK, OK," Ty conceded. "I'll do it. And I'll wait for the call from Mum in the morning asking when she and Dad are going to meet the future Mrs Tyson Hill."
"Hey, great idea," Vince smirked. "I could sell the exclusive wedding pics to `Who Weekly' for at least 50 grand ..."
"Fuck you, Vince," Ty said. "Let's have one more beer and then clip on our best smiles and hit the red carpet." Looking at me, he added, "Your tie's not right, mate."
I presented myself to him and he undid and then redid my tie. "Your shirt's not sitting right either, pull it down a little on the right."
I had to laugh. "Mate, I think you're anally retentive!"
Without missing a beat, he replied with, "yeah, I'm anally retentive, and I hope tonight after I win all those ARIA awards, you'll be anally receptive."
Amusingly, all heads turned towards Vince who rolled his eyes and muttered "Faggots!"
A few chuckles were followed by a collective deep breath as the five of us made our way to the elevator for the short ride to the ballroom, and for Ty, `lights, cameras, action' were only moments away ...
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FOOTNOTE: You can hear the hit versions of songs referenced in this chapter via the following links:
Devoted To You (Everly Brothers): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sxIejfz4wQ
Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJTiXoMCppw
Tenterfield Saddler (Peter Allen): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMauNjr7_ZE