Monster Band Part Four: Desi the Gillman (complete)

    The Mud Puddle is a nightclub I’ve been working at for a long time. I started working here not long after I got out of high school, close to fifteen years ago now, perhaps even longer. I started out as a waiter, and while I still may be a waitress, I help keep the place running. I’m in charge of the wait staff as well as hiring and firing people when the boss isn’t around.

    The place is owned by two guys who used to be in a pretty popular band back in the day. Since retiring from that. They opened up the club together. Gibbs plays piano during the evenings, but Desi mainly handles all the business and money that comes through the club. He has a couple of other companies as well. Desi is the kind of guy who likes to stay busy. Not like me, I love being lazy.

    One evening as we’re having a business meeting I notice Desi seems more agitated than normal. He’s a Gillman, one of those half fish half man sort of guys. I would never say that to his face, he would probably get super pissed at me. He’s a good looking guy anyway, I’ve always thought so. Back when I first got hired here, I had a major crush on him back in the day. He’s tall and super lean, that kind of sensual frame that no matter what pose he looks like a model. He’s dark blue-green with faint yellow and blue stripes on his body. His face is framed in frills, hiding and protecting the gills on his neck. 

    His face is sort of flat with that pale yellow, his eyes are wide set and large, deep dark neatly flats surfaces that go from black to orange, to black, and then a sort of pearly center. He has full, amazing lips, the kind that people pay top dollar to get and often don’t look right.

    Back in my young dumb days, I used to imagine kissing Desi at night before I went to bed, often waking up with a case of raging morning wood after constant wet dreams about him. Wet dreams always made me laugh, considering he was a fish creature after all. All his dreams must be wet.

    Well, nowadays since I am older and still dumb, Desi and I are good friends. All these years working together and we’ve cultivated a friendship where we trust each other completely. He and Gibbs trust me to handle the club when they can’t, often times won’t. 

    One day while Desi and I are having a sort of casual business meeting to go over some planned events for the club as well as discussing the upcoming holiday calendar. I’m trying to make sure the holidays aren’t as crazy as last year, we tried being open more days with less people and that was a shot in the foot. So now I’m planning less days with more people, quite possibly closing all Christmas week and then holding a massive bash on New Years Eve.

    Desi has seemed distant and more cranky than normal throughout the whole meeting. He’s barely listened at all and he keeps staring at the screen of his phone.

    “Hey,” I snap my fingers in Desi’s face and he snaps to. He blinks a few times, one set of lids going up and down while the other come from side to side. “I’m over here. Do I need to do something special to get you to listen to me?”

    Desi huffs and leans back. “Sorry Seiji,” he grumbles and leans back in his chair. “I’m listening. I swear.”

    I arch my brow as I look at him. “Then what did I just say?”

    Desi tilts his head. “What did I just say?”

    “Don’t be a smartass,” I sneer at him. I slap his leg with a file. “I asked you about closing the week of Christmas.”

    “We make a lot of money that week, I just don’t see it as feasible.” Desi sits up straight again and untucks his shirt from his pants.

    “Are you going to give me a raise then?” I sniff at him. “Because so far, I’m going to be your only employee that week. Everyone else has lives.”

    Desi smirks. “Are you saying you don’t?”

    I shrug. “I have a cat.”

    Desi struggles to keep his grin in check. “You’re not making a very good case, Seiji. And I know Gummy, she ain’t got long as it is. You’re going to have to find a date eventually. What is it you’re into these days?”

    “Big dicks.”

    Desi sighs and hangs his head. “Why do you never give me just a straight answer?”

    “Because I’m gay, dumbass.” I hand him the calendar I’ve prepared just in case he turned down the Christmas week idea. “Look at this then. This is the best I can do with the staff I’ll be able to blackmail into working.”

    Smirking, Desi looks over the days and nods. “I’ll agree to this. Those who do work will get a bonus for working those days. I need your blackmail for emergencies only.”

    “You got it.” I nod and quickly take the schedule before he changes his mind. “Now seriously, what the hell is up with you?”

    Desi closes his eyes and clicks his tongue. “Ok, I need to vent and you’re the best thing I can do that at and not worry about it later.” He leans over the desk and clasps his webbed hands together. “You remember that band Gibbs and I were in?”

    I give him a sincere look of sympathy. “You mean back when you wore those neon purple latex pants?” 

    “Fuck you, man. I showed you those in confidence.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms against his chest. “Well, seems like some of the members want to reunite.”

    “Is it because of that Imaginary Girl’s cover?” I ask. “Because I like that better than yours.”

    Desi glares at me. “How fucking dare you?”

    I grin at him. “Only telling you the truth, old man. Women are the future after all.”

    Desi snarls under his breath and stands up. “Well, Gibbs and I are trying to decide if we want to reunite or not.”

    “Can you get me Nyx’s autograph?”

    Desi snaps back at me. “No! Stop asking!”

    I smirk again and sigh. “Well, what do you want to do?”

    “I think Gibbs wants to go back. But…” His voice fades off and he hangs his head down. His frills fall flat and I can see he’s truly struggling.

    “I’ve got the club handled,” I tell him. “You won’t have to worry about that at all. I’ll perform if Gibbs won’t be here.”

    “You can’t do that and keep the staff in line,” Desi scoffs.

    “Try me,” I stand up and go to stand beside him. “If you’re worried about this place, don’t me. I fact, I’d probably prefer it if you weren’t here. I’d be able to actually get some work done without you breathing over my shoulder.”

    “It isn’t just that Seiji,” he grumbles.

    “Then what?” I snap my hands to my waist. “You still look just as good as you did back then. You probably fill out those stupid latex pants better anyways. Not only that, all you do in your free time is play your guitar. You work at the studio nonstop and when you aren’t playing the guitar you’re working at the music store trying to fix them. So what the hell are you worried about?”

    Desi huffs. “Being in the spotlight again is hard. You can’t exactly...be yourself.”

    “You can’t be yourself anywhere. So what?” I scoff.

    “You are. All the time you’re you.” Desi turns and looks up at me. “I admire it about you, Seiji. Ever since you were that aggravating kid who could fall asleep washing dishes.”

    “That kid falling asleep washing dishes is more me than I ever could be. Gummy is more me than I ever could be. Me working? That’s the fake me. Me passing out on my couch in a corgi onesie is the real me.”

    Desi snorts and laughs. “A corgi onesie? Fucking really?”

    “It’s warm and I get cold a lot,” I roll my eyes. “Point is, you don’t gotta be anyone. Spotlight or not, just keep your chin up” I pat under his chin. “Otherwise these frills here make you look fat.”

    Desi smirks and grabs my hand. “That’s not what I mean.” His voice goes solemn real quick. “You’re so free with your identity. I mean-” he frowns and looks away. “I’m not exactly...out with it and-” he looks back at me and for a moment time stops. The air around me is cold and as we kiss I turn into fluffy marshmallow.

    Desi’s tongue is super slimy but he tastes like cold water. A sliver of spit connects out lips as he pulls back from me.

    “Can I tip you?” I slur, still dreamy from the kiss.

    Desi presses his forehead to mine. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that just to shut you up?”

    “You should have, it would have worked.” I put my hands around his small waist. “So, you’re worried about being gay? Don’t you know the internet loves that these days?”

    Desi grimaces. “I don’t want it like that. I don’t want to be some big deal or be celebrated because of it. I want to be a big deal because I’m a good musician who happens to be gay.”

    “Then do that. All you gotta do is just walk out there and do it.” I reach down, squeezing his surprisingly firm ass. “That’s all I do. I just walk outdoors.”

    Desi kisses me again and wraps his long arms around me. He feels so good, even his weird slimy tongue. I press his back to the wall, kissing his soft lips as much as I can before I know we have to break away.

    Desi swallows and kisses my neck and cheek. “Thanks Seiji.”

    “For what?” I chuckle. 

    He grins. “Nothing.” He hugs me tight. “This was...weird but...nice.”

    I kiss him again, soft and sweet. “I’m here in case you want weird and nice anytime. I may be lazy, but I actually try in bed.”

    Desi shoves me back. “One step at a time.”

    I wink at him. “Anytime you need to talk, just let me know. Not to be saccharine or anything, but I actually want to know you’re ok.”

    Desi sighs and looks down at the ground. “I’m afraid if we’re alone I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”

    “Never a bad thing.” I shrug. “I can always tie you up if you’re worried.”

    Desi’s cheeks darken and he looks away me. “God you’re weird.” He thrusts the checkbook at me. “Go pay the staff before I fire you for sexual harassment.”

    “Hey, you kissed me first.” I grab his wrist and kiss him again. Desi presses close again, giving in to the kiss before I pull away. “But you’re the boss.”

    As I walk out of the office I see Gibbs’ wife Mimi walking out of the storage closet. I’ve known Mimi for ages. During my final year of high school she had been brought on as the new band teacher, after she and Gibbs started dating we had become friends, I had even been her maid of honor during her wedding here at the club. 

    “Excuse me, ma'am, but that is staff only,” I scoff at her. I notice she’s carrying the tool kit, probably to fit Gibb’s piano seat again.

    “Hi Seiji,” she blows me a kiss. “You’re all red.” She touches my forehead and cheeks. “Are you feeling alright? You don’t have a fever do you.”

    I grab her hand and make her slap her own face. “Keep a big fat secret?”

    “Is about Saturn? Gibbs told me.” Mimi smirks.

    “Nope!” I move her back into the storage room where I lock the door. “Desi and I just made out.”

    “No!” Mimi stares wide-eyed up at me. “Like for real?”

    “Full on invaded my mouth parts with his tongue.” I grin at her. “And it was so good.”

    “Are you going out on a date or anything?” Mimi asks excitedly. She then takes a breath and slows herself down. “Not the point. So he told you? Like fully came out to you?”

    “He’s worried about it with Saturn tentatively reuniting and all,” I sigh. “He doesn’t want it in the spotlight all the time.”

    “He had to hide it when Saturn was big. Like, actually had his agent hire girlfriends for him,” Mimi shakes her head slowly. “Gibbs said he was miserable for so long.”

    “Oh,” I shift a bit. “I didn’t know that.”

    “He didn’t drink or anything because he was afraid something would slip if he dropped his guard.” Mimi’s eyes are downcast and her voice is low. “Gibbs said there would be nights where he just held Desi while he cried.”

    I kiss Mimi’s forehead. “I gotta go.” I leave her in the storage closet as I go back to Desi’s office where he’s sitting with his head on the desktop.

    “Come over to my place tonight,” I announce to him. “Around seven or so. Bring something to drink and I’ll cook for you.”

    Desi furrows his brow at me. “What?”

    I shake my head and scratch the back of my neck. “Don’t question me, just do it. I’ll cook for you and all that stupid bullshit. Just look sexy and bring some sort of alcohol!”

    “Ok,” he says unsurely. He then smiles softly. “Sounds nice.”

    I leave work a little early and go home. I clean up, but the only mess is really around the sofa where I spend most of my time. I then get to work cooking a nice dinner for Desi. I know he and Gibbs are both vegetarian, so I’m trying my hand at a few dishes my sister taught me ages ago when she was vegetarian for a spell. Gummy seems pissed I’m not making anything with fish so she keeps waddling into the kitchen to scream at me when she sees no scraps in her bowl then run away while screaming still. 

    A little after seven there’s a knock on my door. I answer, finding Desi standing there. He’s wearing a nice sweater with a low neckline. His pants are black and tight, for sure following my flippant demand he look sexy.

    Desi holds up a bottle of vodka. “I honestly panicked.”

    I chuckle, kissing him at the door and putting my hand around his waist. “You could have brought tap water and I would’ve pretended to enjoy it just for you.”

    Desi swallows, placing his hand on my chest. “Who the fuck are you?”

    “This is Seiji actually trying.” I lead him into my place and Gummy runs up and instantly plops her fat butt down on Desi’s foot.

    “That’s a cat?” He asks.

    “I’m not sure. She won’t tell me.” I set his vodka into the freezer so it can get cold for later. “Get comfy. I’m almost done making the food.”

    “What’s on the menu?” Desi scoops up Gummy who instantly starts to purr. “Whatever this thing didn’t eat?”

    I smirk as I open up the steamer and toss the gyoza out onto a plate. “Just a few tawdry treats my sister taught me to make.”

    “Ah, the infamous sister.” Desi puts Gummy back down with much protest and he joins me in the kitchen. “How is Koko?”

    “Living fast,” I say as I take one of the gyoza and dunk it in sauce. “She’s in Germany right now.” I offer the dumpling to Desi. 

    Desi opens his mouth and takes a bite, gently nipping my finger when he does. “Shit that’s good,” he groans.

    “Right?” I smirk. “I’m good when I try.” I finish off the dumpling and turn back to the stove to stir the soup.

    Desi puts his arms around me from behind and rests his forehead on my back.

    My cheeks burn red hot. Why did this feel so intimate and nice? “What’s up? Something bothering you again?”

    Desi’s hand pets up my stomach to my chest. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’m a little nervous.”

    I turn around, capturing another long kiss. “A date?”

    “No you,” he huffs. “Before you were some dumb, lazy kid, then all of a sudden you were this hot, lazy asshole.” He kisses my neck and jaw. “I’ve been afraid you’d think I was a creepy.”

    “I like creepy.” I stretch my neck so he can kiss more skin. “Especially if it’s you.” I slip my fingers under his sweater, touching his scales and smooth belly. “If you want creepy then hear this,” I chuckle. “When I first started working for you I used to masturbate thinking about you.”

    Desi instantly pulls away. “Oh my god!”

    I wiggle my eyebrows. “I know, weird right?”

    Desi kisses me again hard and wonderful but far too quick. “I really could have used a drink before you told me that.” He walks away and sits down at the counter where Gummy stares up at him like he’s a god.

    “I was just a young, dumb eighteen year old with a massive crush on his boss.” I say and lean back on the counter. “You were cool and hot. Can you blame me?”

    Desi then grunts and smacks his palm to his forehead. “The latex pants?”

    I snort and double over. “You didn’t show me those until my crush was gone. But they brought it back.”

    “I hadn’t considered how weird this could get,” Desi groans.

    I walk over to him and stands between his legs. I bend over, kissing him softly. “A little weird is fine,” I whisper to him. “What matters is that you enjoy yourself.”

    Desi rubs his hands down my back. “How do you turn it off and on like that?”

    “Turn what?” I tilt my head.

    “How fucking hot you are.” The grimace spreads across his face.

    I kiss him again, taking away the grimace. “Years of practice.” I stand back up and take the soup off the stove. I serve him more gyoza and the soup, which he seems to really enjoy. 

    I really want to talk to him about his years in Saturn and how horrible it must have been for him to know who he was and hide it like he did. I wanted to kiss him and let him feel how much I wanted to take care of him. But instead we laughed and joked, teasing one another and discussing things from work.

    “Is there a reason you did all this?” Desi asks.

    I smirk softly. “Just wanted to take care of you for a bit.” I put my hand on his thigh and pet it. “In case you disappear with your band for a while.”

    Desi captures my hand, making it still midway up his thigh. “Would you want that?”

    I tilt my head and frown. “What do you mean?”

    “As much as I like you, I wouldn’t want you being tossed into all this.” He takes my hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

    “Nothing hurts me.”

    Desi looks into my eyes. “But you can be.”

    “And what about you?” I stroke his cheek and brush my fingertips along his frills. “What if you get hurt? Who can you turn to?”

    Desi goes quiet.

    “I want you to turn to me, got it?” I capture his face between my hands and turn him to look at me. “I want you call me every night and talk to me. I want you to ignore the voices that don’t matter and listen to mine when you’re hurting.”

    Desi presses close to me, kissing me softly and then standing up. “I should go.”

    “What?” I snap and stand to grab him. “Go where?”

    Desi huffs and looks back at me. “I need to think about this. I can’t just go jumping into all this without barely thinking it though. As much as I want to be with your right now I know I shouldn’t be until I think things out.”

    I huff. “Stupid band.”

    Desi grins. “I did enjoy dinner. You’re a surprisingly good cook.” He kisses me again at the door. “I’ll call you, alright?”

    I nod and kiss him back. “Do what you what have to do.”

    We say goodbye and Desi leaves.

    The next evening as I walk into work, I see Desi, Mimi, and Gibbs talking at the piano. I go about my work, not wanting to bother them. I then see Gibbs and Mimi leave not long after.

    “Wait, here’s Gibbs going? What the hell?” I snap.

    “Him and Mimi are gonna go fuck.” Desi snarls as he rubs his knuckle between his eyes.

    “Ew! What?” I bark at him.

    Desi turns to me. “I’m joining the band,” he says suddenly. “Gibbs wants it and I think I want it too. So if you really meant all those things you said last night then you’re stuck. But you can leave now. You don’t have to deal with being the boyfriend of a rock star.”

    I stare a him. “Rock star? Really? Aren’t you kind of jumping the gun there?”

    Desi scowls and I kiss him. 

    “You’re going to have to be a little bit more convincing if you want me to leave you alone.” I lick his lips and down his chin.

    “Behave,” Desi shoves me away but immediately pulls me back in to kiss me. “I need you to take over for Gibbs tonight. Can you do that?”

    “Only if you’ll come home with me tonight,” I whisper in his ear.

    His frills tremble and he looks around cautiously. “I’ll have Edgar close.”

    I kiss him again. “Gummy is a great snuggler,” I tease him as I go off to change so I could perform that night rather than my usual job.

    After work I’m riding home with Desi. I’m exhausted but extremely excited. I keep glancing at him and feeling my stomach do flipflops. 

    “Why are you staring at me?” Desi huffs.

    “I just think you’re neat,” I tease and placing my hand on his thigh.

    Desi grunts but in the dim light of the car I can see the soft smile on his face. We go back to my place and I lead him into my bedroom.

    “I really wanna see this corgi onesie you’re so proud of.” Desi says as he sits on my bed.

    I grin back at him. “Well maybe if you’re a good boy you’ll get your wish granted.” I blow him a kiss and wink. “Let me just freshen up a bit for you.”

    I fully expect nothing to happen tonight, we’re both tired from work. I just want to spend the night with him really. I strip down and put the onesie on over my naked body. When I step back out of the bathroom I’m greeted to the sight of Desi’s naked back and ass.

    “Not fair!” I whine.

    Desi turns around and sees me. A great big grin crosses his face and he cups his hand over his mouth as his shoulders start to tremble. “It’s worse than I thought!”

    “Say the old guy with an ass like a teenage girl,” I grouse at him. I then pose in my onesie, trying to ignore the fact I’m getting hard. 

    “Oh my god, that’s...what level of depressed were you when you got this?” He says as he steps up to me, paying with the tail on the back.

    “I wasn’t. I was actually in a very good mood when I bought this.” I rub my rear to his front and realize I may have overstepped. I quickly jump forward and turn back around. “I’ll go change since you hate it so much.”

Desi grabs my hand and kisses me, he moves in close, pressing his naked body to the onesie. He then tugs down the zipper and our bare skin touches for the first time. His hand sneaks inside, touching my chest and rubbing down my sides.

“You sure?” I moan softly.

“For once.” He tugs open the onesie and peers inside. “Oh hello.”

“Let me take this off,” I say, pulling the oversized thing away and stepping out of it. I like the look on Desi’s face and he looks over me. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” 

“I trust there will be many pictures in the future.” Desi drags me down onto the bed, kissing me and wrapping me up in his arms. It’s hot and heated and I can’t get enough of his weird tongue. His kisses move south. He drags down my chest and belly, finding my cock ready and willing for his advances. 

His tongue coils around me, much longer than I had expected it to me. His mouth is cool, slick, and feels so amazingly good. I groan and sigh, rolling my hips as he takes me further into his mouth. A low grumble in his throat vibrates along my shaft and Desi pulls himself away.

I flop back on the bed and laugh. “Shit, you’re good.”

“Really?” Desi crawls on top of me, sitting on my stomach. “Good thing I stopped then.” He rubs his ass against my shaft and  let out a long sigh. 

I pet up his stomach and chest, watching him as he starts to gyrate and move. His movements are fluid and beautiful and completely hypnotic. 

He sits up, guiding me towards his rear. “Wait,” I gasp. “I have lube if you-” Desi presses his finger to my lips.

“No worries.” He winks at me and wiggles so my tip pops inside. There is the same slimy sensation as his tongue, the deeper I sink inside him the more I feel it. The slick, gooey texture wraps around my cock and I grip tight onto his hips.

I look up at him, watching his body and his expression. His strained face starts to soften and his lips part. He strokes down his face and licks his fingertips as he grinds me inside.

“So big,” he sighs.

I slid my fingers down his cock, swirling my finger around his tip then licking it clean. I sit up, wrapping my arms around Desi and kissing him. I roll my hips, pushing deeper inside him. I begin to bounce him on my lap. His mouth opens wide and a low moan echos out. I kiss him, taking all his moans and sighs into myself. I grab his hips tight, rocking him on me, feeling him squeeze and tighten around me.

“Seiji,” he whimpers. “Seiji I’m-” I feel the slick spurt on his cum on my belly and chest. Looking down I see a shimmery pearly substance on my skin. I smirk, kissing him and pushing him down onto the bed.

“Couldn’t wait on me?” I growl, moving slowly at first. 

“You feel too good.” He grips onto the sheets and hitches his legs around me.

I kiss him, going faster than before. I drive deep inside him and feel myself begin to unravel. My limbs shake and my knees start to give out. There is a hot, sudden spike and I still. I snarl and hiss as I cum inside him.

Desi sighs and stretches, kissing me over and over. 

I flop down onto the bed beside him, our legs tangled together and the sheets a little damp. I chuckle, smiling at him and snuggling in closer. 

“You ok?” I whisper to him.

He nods with a grunt. “Yeah. why you ask?”

I kiss him. “Just making sure.”

Desi then suddenly points to my chest of drawers. “I’m unnerved that we were being watched though.”

I look up, seeing Gummy staring wide-eyed and unblinking at us from her gargoyle-like perch. She looks offended at me, as if I had soiled her new god.

“I only just saw her,” Desi laughs.

I plop back down on the bed and sigh. “Yeah, she’s fucking weird.”

Desi curls up to me, resting his head on my chest. “Are you tired?”

“A little,” I laugh and stretch out on the bed. I then put my arms back around Desi. “But you’ve got me all riled up.”

“Are you one of those types who can’t turn off?” He snickers.

“Not exactly. Then again, I’m living out a lot of my early twenty fantasies so there’s a lot of pent up desire coming out all at once.” I kiss the top of his head. “But it’s ok. Let’s get some sleep and I’ll pester you to love me in the morning.”

“I’m quite a handful in the morning.” Desi’s soft lips brush against my cheek.

I pull the covers up around us as Gummy continues to not blink. “Believe it or not, I’m a morning person.”