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Forever Yours	By : KayleighSiobhan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. I do not know any of the members of Journey past or present. I make no money off this story

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Neal sat quietly sipping a beer on the small front porch outside of the cabin the band was staying in. The hotel they were booked into consisted of a small strip building and several outlying cabins, of which one was where staff had placed the group. Neal didn’t mind it was peaceful, private, and quiet after the rigors of the road. Not that Neal didn’t like partying but now that he had other things to focus on and he liked having some space. He thought about what the night to come would hold and sighed contentedly.
Gregg, who was sitting across the porch, in a lounge chair looked at the guitarist. He knew what that happy sigh was about. “ Boy Herbie sure booked us into the middle of nowhere. “I like it, Neal smiled. Greg shook his head “ I am afraid of rednecks coming out of the woods with banjos saying “ Bend over and squeal like a pig “ Ross chimed in at that moment ‘ Steve and Neal might enjoy that “ At that moment the vocalist came out of the cabin and sat down next to Neal on the porch swing. “ I am VERY selective,” he teased in response to Ross remark. “And I think I have good taste” Steve leaned against Neal putting his head on the guitarist’s shoulder. He spoke in Portuguese making Neal blush. Schon did not speak the language but he knew when Steve was asking to make love. Gregg rolled is eyes, he understood what was going on without language lessons. The soft doe eyes Steve was giving Neal as he rested his body weight against him said it all without words. Greg was quiet a moment then Steve kissed his guitarist. The keyboardist groaned “Oh get a room or go to your room PLEASE. Steve giggled and stood up. He reached out his hand to Neal who eagerly took it. Standing up quickly he let the stunning brunette lead him into the cabin and to their bedroom.
Snuggled close together on the bed, the two just enjoyed the physical closeness. There was joy of being alone and private, at last. After a full day of pretending for the audience, the fans, the press they could finally give into their carefully concealed desire.
Neal looked up at Steve, and brushed the soft flowing hair out of his face. Neals hair was so tight and wirey so different then Steve’s silken tresses. And Steve teased him about how when Neal got between his legs, the huge afro tickled Steve’s thighs, his stomach, and everything in between. In turn Neal joked that with his mustache and his hair that when he was done “down there” that Steve was bound to make a incredible wet sticky mess of the bedsheets.
Neal loved the sweet look of innocence on Steve’ face at that moment. Steve looked imploringly at him and Neal could not deny him anything. He rolled over so the singer was underneath him. He pulled Steve's shirt open and began to impatiently work on the laced up white jeans. He had to practice a hell of a lot of self control to not tear them open.When they were finally loose, Neal was just grateful the young singer never wore underwear. Neal buried his face on Steve’s groin.
Steve didn’t talk much during sex but he made these soft little sounds that made Neal crazy with desire. When he touched Steve just the right way Steve let out sounds almost between a mew and a whimper. The first time he made love to Steve he was afraid he was hurting him. It took a few times for Neal to realize they were moans of passion and pleasure.
Neal loved everything about Steve’s body. He loved touching his long slender fingers, holding his hand, running his hands over Steve’s firm flat belly, stroking the soft curls at his groin.
Steve was playful in the bedroom and sometimes a tease. There were nights when Steve allowed Neal to take the lead, to aggressively almost tear Steve’s clothes off and make love to him. Then other nights Steve would hold Neal off while he slowly, painstakingly undressed himself. On these nights the lovemaking was so intense, the penetration so complete Steve would joke that he couldn’t sit down the next day. But making his young passionate lover wait and watch while Steve almost did a striptease, made Neal almost loose his mind. And the the only cure for the insanity was to be so completely inside Steve, to fuck him so hard, they nearly became one person. Sometimes when they were both tired and just wanted to be close, then the sex was gentle, soft, leaving them in sort of peaceful bliss.
Steve was so sweet, so vunerable. He had a hard time believing that he was attractive. Steve’s head was filled with memories of the kids taunting him, for being skinny, for being short. And worst of all making fun of his nose, that dominated his face even as a kid.
So Neal made sure he told Steve everyday how gorgeous he was. Not just verbally but in how he held him, how he touched him, and how he could never just stop looking at him.
Neal held Steve thinking how soft his skin was. He was almost afraid he wasn’t real sometime. Steve’s skin was like silk, Neal couldn’t believe a man could feel so soft when being held. Well not all his parts were soft, Neal thought.He felt the singer's hard on pushing into this thigh as he lay beside Neal, snuggled tightly in his arms.
It was funny Neal was such a ladies man, he had been living a wild life since he had joined Santana when he wasn’t even legal age… for anything. But when he went to bed with Steve, the shy tiny vocalist was the teacher. And Steve was quite amused when Neal was so worried he was going to hurt Steve. “It stretches Neal, I promise," he had said sort of giggling, the first time the two made love. Neal, where he had been proud of his size, suddenly seen it as a detriment.. Neal couldn’t imagine how anything going inside your body like that could bring pleasure. But once he learned how to move the right way it seemed to send Steve over the moon.
Steve was sensitive. He liked to be touched, stroked, and kissed everywhere. And he loved Neal, passionately. Neal could feel that in every touch, every caress, every kiss he received from the singer. And the feeling was mutual, any physical contact with Steve set Neal on fire, both both in body and spirit. And at only 24 years old, Neal was able and would be willing to make love to Steve all night.
Neal reflected on all this while he laid quietly, Steve’s head on his chest. The moon was high in the sky and it had grown quiet outside the cabin. The others had obviously went to bed and the only sound was the breeze making the trees move and the leaves rustle. Inside Steve was shivering, cool air drifted in the window. Plus he was exhausted, both from the intense show tonight and from their lovemaking. The men like to just sleep naked after sex, their bodies pressed together. So Neal pulled the cover over them both and held Steve close to him. He played with Steve’s long hair, while the singer laid quietly with his head on Neals chest. Steve always said he liked the sound of Neal’s heart beating. He swore it helped him to sleep.
The radio played softly by the bed, Neal couldn’t believe that there was a tower to pick up sound out here. But there was. Neal loved rock music, it was so wonderful to be a part of it. But nothing in his life was as wonderful as being with Steve. Steve was his best friend as well as being the love of his life. As if reading his thoughts Steve murmured softly, sort of half asleep. “I will love you forever Neal, promise me we always be together. “ He whispered to Steve, "I am forever yours Steve. I will never leave you, you are the best thing ever happened to me." Content and peaceful, Steve drifted off to sleep. Neal followed soon after him.
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