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Moonlit Bay	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 1873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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....artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics.
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Moonlit Bay Pt12
The main roads had been cleared and their trip to Nelson Market wasn’t too treacherous. The car only slid twice on icy patches, to which Joe careful guided back in their lane. He breathed a sigh of relief that they had made it safely when he pulled to a stop in front of the market. Mr. Nelson happily greeted them as they stepped inside out of the frigid cold. He was also happy to hear they had power again and made it to his store for more supplies for their extended stay. When they had everything they needed, he once again reminded the ‘out of their element rock stars’ not to hesitate if they needed anything else to see them through.
When they headed back out an hour later, a heavy wet snow had begun to fall, making the drive back to the cottage a little more hazardous then before, another sigh of relief from Joe when he looked at Sav. Rolling his eyes at him, Sav slid from the car, wondering why Joe didn’t let him drive if he was that worried. But they were glad to finally make it back to the warm cottage that awaited them.
With bags in hand, Sav carefully picked his way up the icy front steps, stopping long enough to stomp the snow from his boots, he quickly went through the door and shut it behind him. Joe had already taken his bags inside and was busy putting those groceries away when Sav placed his bags on the counter top. Joe pulled one of them toward him as he watched Sav remove his coat, and draped it over the chair.
“We may have bought too much.” Joe commented, pulling a small bag of sugar out and leaving out a can of soup for himself.
“At least an inch of snow fell in the hour or so we were gone, with more expected over night. So, if we are stuck here a few more days, we have plenty to eat.”
“We only planned to stay until yesterday, then extended it until Monday.”
Sav tossed him a box of instant rice. “That is all in my bags and that was your idea.”
“But you reluctantly agreed to stay longer.”
“It wasn’t reluctantly.”
Joe half way twisted around to look at him. “It wasn’t, then what would you call it?”
“Spontaneous!” Sav smiled.
“Right…” Joe dragged out. “…just like last night was spontaneous.”
Sav leaned over the counter to grab the container of orange juice. Giving it a few good shakes, he popped the top open and took a few drinks. “And the night before was very spontaneous.”
“We do have glasses for that.” Joe told him going about pulling a pot out for his lunch.
“Since it isn’t freshly squeezed, it tastes better from the carton.”
Joe said with a frown. “But you’re getting germs all over it.”
Sav laughed at his comment. “We swapped more bodily fluids in the last two days then we have in the last 25 years. A few more germs aren’t going to matter.”
Joe turned back to stirring his lunch of canned vegetable soup. “I guess that was spontaneous too.” He didn’t hear Sav move around the counter and over by the stove to stand beside him, until he spoke.
“Not really, but this is.”
Joe laughed then and turned his head to face him. “Fixing lunch isn’t spont….”
His words were silenced when Sav snaked his hand around the back of his neck, to pull him forward to kiss him full on the mouth. Pulling back slightly, he traced his finger over Joe’s lips. “Let’s go be spontaneous.”
“What happened to experimental?” Joe whispered.
“That too.” Sav replied, then kissed him again. This time, gaining access to the warmth within Joe’s mouth, their tongues clashed together in a dueling dance, still learning what the other likes and dislikes are.
In the process of twisting around to pull Sav harder against his body, Joe hit the handle of the hot pot of soup, causing it to tip off the burner and spill to the floor. The hot liquid splashed on Sav’s jeans and quickly soaked through.
“Shhh….” Sav hissed through his teeth as he stepped away from Joe, grabbing at the fabric to pull the heated material from his skin.
“Oh….” Joe spun around to snatch a few paper towels from the roll and started dabbing at Sav’s jeans. “That…that wasn’t spontaneous, it…it was an accident.”
Taking the paper towels from him, Sav wiped down his pant’s leg. “It wasn’t that hot.”
Joe picked up the pot and spoon from the floor. “Which one wasn’t hot, the soup or kissing me like that?”
Sav straightened his body to look at him, then to the pot he still held. “The soup.”
Joe spun around and dropped the items on the counter. “Right. It really was an accident and sorry it burned your leg.”
Sav frowned at his somewhat sarcastic response. “Ok, um…I’m going to change then.” Stepping around the mess on the floor, he glanced at Joe as he headed for his bedroom, and said over his shoulder. “Kissing you has been smoldering…hot.”
Joe dropped his head and leaned heavily on the counter to steady his breathing. Pushing away from the counter moments later, he ignored the mess and went after him. Stepping into his room, he caught Sav just as he was tossing his jeans to the pile of other dirty clothes. “Smolder hot, what is that supposed to mean?”
Stepping over to the dresser, Sav pulled out a pair of sweats and hesitated before putting them on. “Just that Joe. I like kissing you, gets the blood boiling, pumping through my veins…you know…excited…hard…hot…”
“Your lips aren’t red like your leg,” Joe shot back as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Sav glanced down at his leg, shrugging off the slight burning, he looked back at Joe. “It’s not that bad, so why don’t you come over here and make my lips red to match my leg.”
Slowly uncoiling his arms, Joe nervously shifted his weight on his legs. “But, what…what about the spilled soup?”
Smiling softly, Sav dropped his sweats and moved toward him. “I don’t think it will go anywhere.”
“It will be harder to clean up if it dries.”
Sav was less than a foot from him, staring at his mouth. “I’ll help you since I made you spill it.”
Backing up a step, Joe couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to the very evident bulge in Sav’s skin tight briefs. “I should really go clean that up now.”
“Why are you acting so nervous all of a sudden?”
Taking a deep breath, Joe tore his eyes away, looking down the hall. “I don’t know. Maybe…maybe I’m not ready for what you’re thinking of doing.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, Joe.”
“I know,” Joe whispered and looked to the floor. “I guess I’m not taking our spontaneous experiments...digesting it to well today. Not so much as regretting it, but what I’ll be looking forward to tonight.”
“Ok, so you don’t want me to fuck you. No big deal, that’s all you had to say.”
“But…you sound disappointed about it.”
Backing up a few steps, Sav reached for his sweats, sliding his legs in, he pulled them up and snapped the elastic on his waist. “I’m not…really. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable about doing something that you don’t want to.”
Joe watched him pull out a clean pair of socks and put those on. “Does it hurt a lot?” he suddenly blurted.
Sav shrugged his shoulder. “I guess it depends on the person and how relaxed they are. Last night with us, it hurt in the beginning, but after I relaxed and you found the right rhythm, caught on to the way I like it, using your hands all over me, squeezing, pinching me in all the right places. For someone that didn’t have a clue to what you were doing, I can honestly tell you, that I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
Joe didn’t stop the smile that crept over his mouth as he looked at Sav, who had moved closer to him as he spoke. “Are you trying to stroke my ego?”
Sav glanced down between them, then back to Joe’s eyes. “I can think of much better things to stroke.”
Holding his gaze a moment longer, Joe finally looked away. “I was really worried that I had hurt you last night, because it felt like I got to…um…doing it to hard.” “Trust me, if you did, I would be hurting today and I’m not. So stop thinking you did everything wrong, when you did everything right.” Sav moved past him through the doorway, then stopped to tell him. “Except the part where your feeling those slight regrets that we crossed a line, that no friendship should.”
“How am I supposed to feel about that Sav?” Joe replied when he heading back toward the kitchen to clean up the puddle of soup. Snatching up the paper towels he dropped to his knees.
“How long have you thought about us being together, how often did you think of us together like last night?”
“I don’t know, a long time and a lot of times.”
“All right we finally did. You told me, you didn’t have any regrets, but you are. Did fucking me last night kill the fantasy you built up over the years?”
Joe tossed a wad of paper towels in the trash bin. “No it didn’t. It just makes me angry at myself for wanting more.” “Nothing wrong with that…wanting more. Hell, I do to, because the reality is so much better than the fantasy.”
Joe sat back on his heels, staring into the blue eyes of his best friend. “What the hell are we talking about?”
“Fantasy verses reality. Anger verses regret.”
“What the hell are we going to do about it?”
Leaning forward to kiss him, Sav whispered against his lips. “Live it, touch it, taste it, use the anger to feel it and leave out the regret.”
“You don’t have regrets?” Joe questioned him.
“None, I told you that. You shouldn’t either, Joe. Let’s live out our fantasy about each other while we can.”
Gripping him around his waist, Joe pulled him closer. “Who are you and what did you do to my best friend?”
Sav laughed seconds before he closed his lips against Joe’s, darting his tongue forward to tangle with his, igniting a fire that would burn all night between them.
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