At long last the interview I promised with Mr. Johnnie Heaven, star of Heaven Sent 1: Heaven and the guy who started the whole Heaven Sent series.
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.
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?”
“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?”
“Multiply that times five.”
“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.”
“I remember them all.”
Somehow, I believe him. “Were you bisexual back then?”
“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?”
“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?”
“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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“He’d seen me before.”
“But he hadn’t met you in the flesh.” I glance down at said flesh.
He grins. “Too true.”
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.”
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.”
“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.” He touches the hair to his nose. “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 question.”
“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.”
And that, lovely readers, is where I’ll leave this interview because my brain is now scrambled just thinking of such a weekend!