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Johnnie is from Heaven Sent 1: Heaven by Jet Mykles

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Johnnie Heaven waits for me on a balcony overlooking the distant Pacific Ocean. My, that sounds lovely, doesn’t it? To have a gorgeous rockstar waiting for me? And it is lovely. I spend a short moment watching him, his long body folded into a chair, bare feet propped up on the balcony railing before him. Blue lounge pants cover his long legs with a lighter blue dress shirt draping broad shoulders and slimly muscled arms. All that glorious hair is loose, spilling down the back of the chair in hues from gold through chestnut to chocolate.

He chuckles without looking at me, sipping at his soft drink. “You’re late.”

I grimace and finally step onto the small space. “I know.”

“You’re the one who kept putting it off.”

“Quiet, you,” I mutter, sitting in a chair beside him.

Being the pompous ass he is—

“Be nice,” he warns me, setting down his drink on the small table between us.

“Okay.”

Being the lovely creature that he is—

“Oh that’s nice.”

—he’s consented to give me an interview. Since this is virtual, I don’t bother with pad and pencil or recorder, just curl up in my chair and face him. He’s nicer to look at than the landscape anyway. “Where shall we start?”

“Oh, let’s not start at the beginning.” He adjusts in his chair, posing for me. One leg comes down from the railing, showing off just how long and sleek he is. “My adolescence wasn’t that interesting.” Given that his parents were divorced during that time, it’s understandable.

“So, where should we start?”

“How about when I met Luc?”

I nod. “All right. How old were you?”

“Almost eighteen.”

“How did you meet him?”

“At Purgatory, the club where we got our start.” He smiled fondly, adjusting the sunglasses that, unfortunately, hide those stunning emerald eyes of his. “We both ended up crashing a private party that turned out to be a dud. I can’t even remember who it was for.” He gives it a moment’s thought then releases it with a shrug. “I heard him mention this band he and his friend were thinking of starting and we started talking. By the end of the night, we’d agreed to meet that weekend.”

“You just hit it off?”

“We seemed to. Luc and I think a lot alike, you know.”

Yes, I do. “The rest is history?”

“Pretty much. I met Brent that weekend and after hearing him play, I couldn’t pass up the chance. They had another drummer back then. He played with us for a few months then left when he got a ‘real’ job.” The amused disdain in his voice is obvious.

“Where did you find Darien?”

“At Purgatory. You know his uncle owns the place. We’d just convinced Garth to let us play one night when Thom quit. When we told him we had to quit because we didn’t have a drummer, he suggested his nephew.” Johnnie laughed and gave me a look over the rim of his glasses. “You know how hyper Darien is now?”

I nod.

“Multiply that times five.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah.” Another chuckle. “But not when he was playing. He learned the few songs we had pretty much in one night and played with us in our normal spot. We didn’t make any money that night to speak of, but Garth did ask us back.” A smug look. “The girls really liked us.” His grin takes on that wicked tilt he’s known for. “Really liked us.”

I can’t resist. “You get laid?”

“Oh hell yeah.”

“Girl or guy?”

“It was a girl that night.”

“You remember?”

“I remember them all.”

Somehow, I believe him. “Were you bisexual back then?”

“Proudly so.”

“The other guys didn’t mind?”

“Not that I noticed. Surprised at first, but they took it in stride.”

“And you converted them all.”

“Not personally, no. Damn it.”

That makes me laugh. “Who did you want to sleep with?”

“I would have slept with any of them,” he says without hesitation. “Have you seen them?”

“I have.”

“Then you can’t blame me.” He sits back in his chair.

“No, I can’t. The idea of promoting the band as all bisexual was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I thought it’d be a good gimmick. I never thought it’d really last that long or that they’d really take to it.”

“Did it surprise you when they started being interested in guys?”

He thinks for a second. “Brent? No. I kinda thought he was gay. Darien, well Chris was his first so it took him awhile.” He chuckles. “Luc surprised me, though. I didn’t think he’d go for it. But once he did…” He laughs harder.

“Ah, the life of a rockstar. Fun, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s all over now, though, right?”

He arches a brow at me. “All the fun?”

“All the sleeping around.” I glance behind us, not that Tyler is there. He’s in the hotel somewhere but not anywhere in hearing distance. “You’re rather committed now, aren’t you?”

His smile turns from smug to beatific. “I am.”

“Tell me about that.”

“What’s to tell? It’s great. He’s great.”

“Did you see yourself settling down with a guy?”

“I never saw myself settling.”

“Not even in your later years.”

“Nope.”

“You don’t want kids?”

He shrugs. “Never really thought about it or expected it, to be honest. I always thought it’d be nice. I like kids. But if it didn’t happen, that’s fine too.”

“What about Tyler? He want kids?”

“We’re discussing it.”

“You’re in love?”

“Hopelessly.”

“What is it about him that draws you?”

He sighs. “What about him doesn’t?” He shakes his head. “He’s smart, he’s talented, he’s got a head for business that makes my head spin. We amuse each other. He’s fucking gorgeous.”

“He’s good in bed,” I tease.

“I decline to answer that one,” he says with a small grin.

“Was it love at first sight?”

“I have to admit that it was lust at first sight. For me. He had an unfair advantage.”

“Oh?”

“He’d seen me before.”

“But he hadn’t met you in the flesh.” I glance down at said flesh.

He grins. “Too true.”

“And then…”

He shrugs. “At first, it was a lark. He was beautiful and I couldn’t miss those big, blue eyes looking at me. For such a sharp businessman he’s got the worst poker face. Plus he gets this gorgeous flush when he’s excited.” He clears his throat.

“He was straight when you met him.”

“So he thought.”

“What made you think otherwise?”

He stares at me for a quiet moment. “A feeling.”

“Meaning?”

He turns aside, scowling slightly at the horizon. “He… didn’t act straight. He was at least bi, even if he didn’t know it.”

“That’s kind of high-handed of you to decide for him, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, well. I didn’t force him.”

I lay my hand on his shoulder. “I know you didn’t. Just… persuaded him.”

He has the grace to look a little embarrassed. “Yeah. I pushed the point. But my brain didn’t work right when I was with him. Still doesn’t, completely.”

“What made you want to be with him forever?”

He gives it some thought, staring into the distance. Then he shrugs. Removing the sunglasses, he gives me the full effect of those gorgeous green eyes. “I fell in love. I can’t imagine being without him.”

How sweet.

“So what’s up with Heaven Sent now?”

“We’re taking a break. We’ve got a few gigs lined up between now and June, but then we’re playing it by ear. Brent and Hell have a few projects they want to look into, Darien’s spending time with Chris. I think they’re going to travel some. And Luc’s got this movie thing.”

“You ever thought of doing movies yourself?”

“Oh sure. I’ve had a few offers. Nothing that really hit me, though.” He shrugs. “I’m not opposed but I’m not going out looking.”

“Is this the graceful end of Heaven Sent?”

“Nah. I know it looks like it could be, but it’s not. We’re not done with each other.”

Good to know. “Ever thought of a solo career?”

He shrugs. “Again, I’ve had offers but I’m not really interested. Maybe I’m just lazy. I’m used to working with the guys. Doing it all on my own doesn’t appeal.”

I smile. “So you go your separate ways for awhile, then meet up again?”

“Something like that.”

“And in the meantime, you’ll get to spend more time with Tyler.”

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to that.”

Out of my own questions, I consult the list left by fans. “Seems to be a fascination with your hair,” I muse. “You ever think of cutting it?”

He pulls a handful over his chest, admiring it. “I’ve thought about it. It’s a pain in the ass, to tell you the truth.” Frowning, he brings the lock of hair closer to inspect the ends. With a sniff, he drops it back to his lap. “But I think I’d feel kind of lost without it now.” He chuckles. “Tyler might not be too happy if I cut it. He might let me cut it to mid back or something, but I don’t think I’d go shorter than that.”

“What kind of conditioner do you use?”

He laughs. “You know, I’m not even sure which one it is. I change a lot. This one smells like peppermint, though.”

“Have you written any songs dedicated to Tyler?”

“Every love song since I’ve met him has been written about Tyler.”

“Were you ever in love before Tyler?”

He picks up his drink to sip at it. “Not really. I kind of thought I was, but all those relationships were too easy to give up. Might have been because I was all about Heaven Sent for so long.” He’s thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t regret those other relationships, but I don’t miss them either. I’d be a wreck without Tyler.”

I laugh at the next fan question. “Have you beat Hell at video games?”

He scowls. “The little beast won’t play anymore! He just got lucky.”

Which just makes me laugh harder.

“What’s so funny?”

What a delightful surprise. We turn to see Tyler stepping onto the balcony. He looks achingly gorgeous in a blue and white striped dress shirt and silver gray slacks. The slacks are obviously part of a suit but he’s left the jacket somewhere else. His curly gold hair is loose about his picture-perfect face and those enormous blue eyes fasten on his husband as he closes in for a kiss.

I watch them slowly brush lip to lip and see the hint of tongues that quickly swipe each other.

“That was for my benefit?” I ask archly.

Tyler straightens, leaning his hip against the back of Johnnie’s chair. “Yours and the readers,” he says with an unrepentant smile.

“You’ve been around him too long,” I accuse.

Tyler squeezes Johnnie’s shoulder. “No doubt.”

“All right then, you get to answer the last questions.”

“Okay.”

“What did you do for your last anniversary?”

Tyler’s eyes go wider than normal, then he ducks his head to hide a blush. Johnnie laughs.

“Oh, this must be good.”

Tyler slugs Johnnie’s shoulder, which just makes the singer laugh harder.

“Well?” I prod.

Tyler sighs, still not looking at me. “We decided to stay here. We got all the food and anything we’d need for three days and I told the staff not to disturb us.”

What’s so bad about that? Unless… I smile. “Good God! Did you guys ever get out of bed?”

Tyler’s flush deepens.

Johnnie’s grin is positively demonic. “Not really.”

Oh man!

And that, lovely readers, is where I’ll leave this interview because my brain is now scrambled just thinking of such a weekend!

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I met David Eric Laine and Chris
Bellamere, his lover of several years now, in their home in
Silverlake. We sat on the patio, surrounded by the gardens David loves
and drinking a glass of Kistler Merlot from Chris’s well stocked wine
cellar. They were both dressed casually in jeans and Izod T-shirts.
Like everyone who meets him, I found I couldn’t help but stare at
Chris. I’ve seen some good-looking men in my day – I work the
Hollywood scene, remember – but never have I encountered anyone with
such raw animal magnetism. I’m not even gay, but I felt it.

Pat: You’re an L.A.P.D. Homicide detective. What made you choose to be
a police officer, when your parents wanted you to go to Harvard law
school?

David: It was my mother who wanted me to enter law. I did, for a year
at one of the big New England prep schools, but I hated it. I hated
the whole preppy experience. I may have been born into it, but it
never suited me. So, out of curiosity as much as anything, I took a
criminology course. I guess that’s what sparked my interest in law
enforcement. Then on a whim when I was staying in L.A. for an extended
visit, I took the L.A.P.D.entrance exam and passed.

Chris: With flying colors. He would have been a great lawyer. But he’s
a better cop.

Pat: So you decided to become a police officer, one of the notably
most homophobic outfits in the world. You didn’t see the dichotomy in
that? You were out to your parents, weren’t you?

David: Yeah, I told them before I left for college. They didn’t take
it too well at first. My Dad -stepfather – came around first. He said
he loved me too much to let something like that get between us. My
mother… Let’s just say she didn’t approve. But then I’ve gotten used
to that. She’s never approved of anything I did.

Pat: But how did you handle the L.A.P.D. ?

David: By not letting on, what else? Sometimes I think it’s the only
smart thing to do. I thought I had a handle on it. It was a classic
‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’situation. I figured I was safe as long as I
didn’t do anything stupid.

Chris laughs: You mean like fall in love?

David: I didn’t plan on that. Never in a million years did I think I’d
fall for anybody, let alone a guy like
Chris. He was so out of my league, and spoiled rotten to boot.

Chris: Hey!

Pat: But you never told anyone, not even your partner? What was it
like working in such close quarters with an openly homophobic man like
Martinez?

David: It’s rough. I had to watch very word out of my mouth. I didn’t
dare look at another guy in case I gave something away. If I had to
enter a gay bar after a suspect or witness he’d razz me about getting
hit on by some cute joto, his charming little term for faggot.
Sometimes, though, I just had to give in to it. So I had a rule: Not
in my backyard. I allowed myself a once a year holiday in Palm
Springs. Everyone thought I was just going to the big car show there.
No one asked questions. I just never told them I booked a room at the
Hacienda and cruised the local gay bars.

Pat: That made you uncomfortable?

David: Who wants to think they’re slaves to their libido? I wanted to
be in control, not let lust control me.

Chris: Thank God, he got over that.

David: I may not be so uptight these days, it doesn’t mean I want to
air our private lives in public. It’s no bodies business what we do in
the privacy of our bedroom.

Chris: What about the stuff we do in the living room? The kitchen —
oh, what about the car? (Chris is grinning now) You know how much I
love that bucket seat.

David: (Looking exasperated) Chris.

Chris: I know, I know. Loose lips and all that.

Pat: (Clearing my throat) Once you were outed, what was the attitude
of your fellow officers?

David: Not very enlightened. Some of them liked to leave me gifts.
Condoms, invitations to join gay hot lines, one charming D even left
me a .45 slug. I guess he was saying I should use it as a courtesy.
What’s one more dead faggot, right?

Pat: Have you come to terms with that? Or do you let it bother you?

David: I think I’m okay with it. I think I’m a good cop, but face it,
all cops run into a lot of hatred just being a cop. The uniform
triggers a lot of enmity.

Pat: Have you ever found the discrepancy of your income versus Chris’s
created any issues? A lot of relationships, gay or straight are
strained when one partner makes so much more than another.

David: I’ll admit we had some rocky moments in the beginning. I
couldn’t possibly give Chris the kinds of things he could buy himself,
and he wouldn’t stop buying me expensive things, so yeah, it got ugly.
We found a compromise, though, that works most of the time. I pay for
half the living expenses – he just gives me his share and I take care
of the bills. What he does with his money is his business, though I
have to put my foot down sometimes when he wants to do something
foolish like buy me a BMW or something. You know how silly I’d feel
driving a car like that? (He flexes his muscles) Now if he wanted to
buy me a Land Cruiser, maybe we could talk…

Chris: You don’t turn you nose up at the clothes I pick up for you.
You know you look sharp in the stuff I buy you.

David: Yeah, I look good. Who doesn’t want to look good? But you look better.

Pat: (The look they share this time is just this side of incandescent)
I understand you like to refurbish old cars and antique record
players. You still do that?

David: Every chance I get. I got this great deal on a ’56 Chevy Coupe
a few years back–

Chris: You got a good deal because it was a piece of junk.

David: But a piece of junk with promise.

Chris: Okay, I gotta admit, you’ve worked miracles on it. Besides, who
can forget our first date in it. The one you wouldn’t admit was a
date? Things got pretty heavy that night–

David: I’m sure this guy doesn’t want to hear about that.

Pat: How do your parents take it now that you’ve been a police officer
for what is it, fifteen years? Haven’t you won several several
decorations? The Police Distinguished Service Medal, and the Medal of
Valor?

Chris: All before he came out. Since then? Zip. Bupkus.

David: My stepfather’s always been okay with it, he supported me from
the beginning. It’s my mother and grandmother who can’t come to grips
with it. I’m afraid the blood on my mother’s side is a little too blue
to accept something as plebeian as a public servant in the family.
She’s never said, but I think my mother is disappointed she won’t be a
grandmother.

Pat: Don’t you have a sister?

David: Sure, Ally- Alison. But she’s never married and the last time I
spoke to her, she wasn’t interested in having any kids. She’s got a
couple of Afghans, so I guess they’re her kids. She knew it would
upset Mom, so she never told her.

Chris: Right, your mother’s not a dog person.

Pat: You were adopted by your stepfather, Graham Laine when you very
young. Do you remember you biological father at all?

David: No. My mother told me he was shipped to Vietnam just after I
was born and he was killed there shortly after. She won’t talk about
him. She never even kept any pictures of him around, so I couldn’t
even tell you what he looks like, though I’ve heard my mother say I’m
the spitting image, so I guess all I have to do is look in a mirror.
Still, it would have been nice to have known him. I mean, did he have
family? Do I have aunts and uncles? Cousins? Mom would never say. It’s
a closed book in our house. It leaves a big blank hole in your life
not to know who you are and where you came from. I wish my mother was
willing to be more forthright, but every time I bring it up she shuts
me out.

Pat: When was the last time you were home?

David: A couple of months after Chris and I started living together,
just before Christmas. I guess part of me was hoping they would have
mellowed out and be willing to accept Chris.

Chris: Like that ever happened. They made it pretty plain I wasn’t
wanted there, though to be fair to him, David’s Dad was cool. But his
mother…Let’s just say she gives new meaning to the word bitch.

David: You know I don’t like it when you call her that.

Chris: Right, let’s not call the kettle black.

Pat: So you haven’t been back to see them again?

David: No.

Pat: Think you ever will?

David: Sure. (He shares a look with Chris) When hell freezes over.

~*~

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 Jay from Snow Angel and Angel Heart by Sharon Maria Bidwell

 

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During my interview with Dean, I said that in the world of the imagination anything is possible. Right now, I’m watching Jay. He won’t know I’m here until I want him to, of course. This is my world, after all, but what’s puzzling is that I’ve been trying to catch his attention for ages. Hey! Readers want this interview, but he doesn’t seem to be listening. In fact, he seems seriously preoccupied. Right now, I can’t help wondering what he’s doing. He’s delving into an old box and to my surprise, he takes out an old school textbook. I remember that Dean used to help him with his homework. What would he think of this, if he saw Jay flipping over the back pages and yes, there, amongst the scribbling that most students do, I see a small mark of three letters, ‘J4D’ enclosed by a small heart.

 

Somehow, I’m not surprised. The letters have been written over repeatedly so that they are darker than the rest of the doodles and would stand out if it weren’t for the fact they’re so small, almost deliberately hidden.

 

“Hey, Jay!”

 

“Hmm…”

 

Determined to pin him down today, I take the book from his fingers and trace the letters with a fingertip. He slightly flushes. “Were you worried about April discovering this, Dean, or another classmate?” I can’t help smiling as I ask.

 

“All of the above,” Jay replies, and he’s smiling too, though there’s something coy in his expression. He doesn’t bother hiding his amusement, though.

 

“When did you know you loved him?”

 

“How old does one have to be?”

 

That’s almost as good a question as mine is. “You couldn’t have foreseen a time when you’d get together.”

 

“No,” Jay answers simply, and that one small word says so much, largely due to the tone of his voice. He sounds a little melancholy, maybe a little disbelieving. “I often feel as though I’m dreaming,” he says, confirming my theory. “I keep thinking I can’t possibly be this lucky.”

 

“Lucky?” The phrase ‘cat among the pigeons’ springs to mind. I know I’m going to have to stir things up to get a decent interview. “Some would say that Dean is the kind of luck they can do without.”

 

“And I’m tired of hearing crap from people who don’t know him.”

 

I blink at him. This is hardly the quiet Jay we’ve come to know and love, although his manner reminds me there are times where he can be very loud and very vocal.

 

“No one gets it,” he mutters.

 

“So explain.”

 

“Why should we?” He looks up from where he still kneels; everything about his posture speaks of defiance. “I know what people think of Dean but they just don’t get him. Yes, half the time he’s oblivious. He’s oblivious to the fact that anything he says can possibly hurt another person’s feelings.”

 

“You call this defending him?” I’m trying to tone down the sarcasm.

 

“What? Yes. No!” Jay laughs then. “He’s oblivious because he can’t imagine anything he says being that important to anyone. He knows he’s good-looking and that people are attracted to him, but deep down he sees that as superficial.”

 

“Many would call Dean a superficial person.”

 

“He’s not. He lives for the fun side of life because it’s the easier option and, anyway, why shouldn’t he? He didn’t need anything else until now. He didn’t have a reason to be serious.”

 

“And now he does?”

 

Jay sits quietly for a moment, clearly in thought. “You can’t get much more serious than this for Dean. I know this isn’t easy for him. I understand why he’s confused. You see, I couldn’t believe it myself at first, but I’ve come to realise that Dean loves me despite the fact I’m the wrong sex. Hell, some days it would be easier if I wanted a sex change, but I don’t, and he wouldn’t ask me to. He wouldn’t want to change a thing about me.” He sounds immensely pleased as he makes that last comment.

 

“He can’t just ignore what sex you are and there’s no lack of sexual chemistry.”

 

Jay shrugs. “He just doesn’t see sex that way. April once accused him of being happy to screw any orifice and if he was marooned on a dessert island with nothing but men for company, I couldn’t see him going without for too long. He’d screw a passing…”

 

I hold up a hand, not wanting to go with that image or complete the thought of what might be passing. I shake my head at Jay but he’s quietly laughing.

 

“Sex is just sex in Dean’s eyes. Love is something else and he’s never had that in his life before. The fact is he loves me because I’m the one person who sees him for what he is, and I love what I see and accept him without question. If I can do that for him, he wants to do the same for me.”

 

“And who is he?”

 

“You already know, more than anyone. He’s insecure, vulnerable. He’s got a temper. He can sulk, be sullen. He likes to tease to the point of being spiteful at times.”

 

I give him an expressive look. “And these are his good points?” Jay shakes his head.

 

“He goes too far, says things he doesn’t really mean, then regrets the hurt he’s caused the minute he’s done it. It’s almost a protective mechanism for him, self-preservation. He’s got a soft heart when all is said and done. He has an aggressive sense of justice. He decides something is right or wrong and sticks to it. He’s loyal. He’ll defend someone he cares about to the end. He’s passionate about life, sex, things and people he loves. He can be amazingly affectionate. He looks at me as though he can’t believe he’s been this lucky, when all the time I’m thinking the same thing about him. What truly amazes me, though, is that so many others can’t see these things. So, it’s down to me and I’m the one who ends up defending him.”

 

Now he looks contemplative and a little sad. “It’s going to be a long haul for us. We’ve a lot of people to convince and many comments that will need ignoring.”

 

I hate to ask this question, partly because I can’t imagine these two guys not being together now, and partly because I know some readers would love me to revisit them yet again, but I don’t see a reason to, for that would require more conflict and surely they’ve been through enough. “Do you think the two of you will make it?”

 

Jay looks at me and I can see that this time it’s his turn to be surprised. He smiles once more. “We already have. Dean hasn’t gone through all this to give up now and neither have I.”

 

“Still, you’ve grown up with prejudice. Dean is new to it and he’s got even more stacked against him. There are those who just can’t believe he’s in a relationship with another man, those who don’t believe he’s serious, and those who just don’t want you with him.” I avoid mentioning Jay’s sister. She gives the word vitriolic a completely new meaning.

 

Jay sits there for a moment, but when he answers, he sounds very decided and as if what he’s saying is the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m in love. I’ve got the one person I always wanted and it’s not a crush. What I feel for him has never diminished. It never left me. I just learned how to live with it. As for Dean, I don’t doubt him for a minute.” He looks at me; absolute certainty makes his eyes shine. “We’re stronger together, but Dean is as strong as I make him. I won’t let anyone come between us, and so neither will he.”

 

Oddly enough, I share his confidence. Some relationships may seem out of the ordinary but they defy explanation, the odds, what everyone else wants to make of them. I wish them peace.

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