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Moonlit Bay	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 1873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Moonlit Bay Pt13
Around 2:00am, after his hot shower, Sav slid under the warm blankets, getting comfortable on his side so he could watch the flickering flames. His vision blurred the longer he watched them, but didn’t blink to clear them, instead he thought about Joe. He had mentioned something about leaving the mattress in the living room, something about the atmosphere being much more relaxing than the bedroom. Sav didn’t give it another thought until now. ‘More relaxing for him, for Joe, since he still doesn’t seem to feel comfortable about what would or could happen later tonight. I wasn’t going to push him on the subject either. I’ll let Joe make up his own mind about it. Although, he was more than willing to try anything over the past two days. Why the sudden change? What can I do to help him relax, if he still wants too?’
Shrinking deeper under the blankets, Sav closed his eyes, imagining ways to get Joe to relax enough when he needed him too. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t have too; maybe Joe wouldn’t need any of that. A hot relaxing shower will help anyone…get loose. That thought faded quickly, Sav knew him far too well for that to work. So, it was back to thinking of relaxing ways.
Flipping the bathroom light off, Joe padded quietly to the living room. Hearing the low music coming from the radio, he smiled to himself and noticed the dancing orange light from the fire. Stepping in front of its heat, rubbing his hands together, to help get them warm before he would even think about touching Sav with them. ‘I’m stalling for time, is what I’m doing. I wasn’t exactly giving off good vibes today about doing this. And Sav knew it, doing what he could in a way of talking that might help me relax. It helped a little, but now all the jitters and nervousness is back. Why? It wasn’t there for the last two days, why now? Maybe it was the liquor we drank. No, that can’t be it, because we didn’t drink anything last night and look how far we took it. He wasn’t and hasn’t been nervous about any of it. Could be because I’m on the receiving end tonight? Maybe. Can I go through with it…what if I can’t? What will Sav do, force me?’ Joe jabbed his fingers through his hair, gripping the back a little too hard, then dropping his arm back to his side. ‘No, no, Sav would never do that. He would do anything to get me to change my mind…I think. Will he or will he be disappointed? He is going to be disappointed, I know he will be. Maybe he will be satisfied to just play around, foreplay type of play and not push me to go that far. He is going to be disappointed. Hell, I don’t know if he will be or not.’

Joe frowned at his jumbled thoughts, not even sure what his mind is trying to tell him. ‘I’m going to do this. I’m going to do this. Picture Sav’s face from last night, his body language, and the sounds he made, all of it. I know him well enough to know when he likes something. I want to know what it feels like; I’m going to know what it feels like before the night is over. I’m going to let him know that I enjoyed every minute of it.’ Scrapping both his hands through his hair, he let his arms drop with a good shaking motion, while a slight shudder continued through him to shake any remaining jitters, Joe took a deep relaxing breath and turned around. Closing the short distance between himself and the mattress, he paused long enough to shed his robe and toss it on the sofa. Pulling back the blankets, he eased down under them and quickly pulled them around his middle. Propping up on his elbow, he turned to his side to face Sav. Joe tilted his head to rest on his shoulder to look down at him, all he could see were his soft curls sticking out from the top of the blanket.
“Sav” Joe called out softly. When he received no response, he said his name a little louder. When that didn’t gain a response, Joe reached over and gently pulled the blankets down to reveal his face. “And he falls asleep.” Releasing the blankets, he softly traced his fingertips over Sav’s cheek and through his hair. Doing that only resulted in a small movement of his head. Pulling back his hand, Joe dropped his upper body to the cool sheets below him and pulled the blankets up over his shoulder. Getting comfortable on his side, he watched Sav sleep. ‘All that wrestling with my mind about tonight, only to come to bed and you are asleep. I could wake him up. No, he is obviously tired or he wouldn’t have fallen asleep waiting on me. We do have a few more days to try again.’
Pulling in a slow deep breath, Joe wiggled further under the warm blankets and closed his eyes, willing his body to calm down from the anticipation he had built up before getting in bed. Many times his hand wanted to reach out and touch Sav and wake him up, but another part of him kept him from doing it. Resigning himself to sleep, Joe stretched his leg out a little and his foot found Sav’s much warmer one. Flexing the muscles in his legs to move it up and down, thinking that would wake him up. When it didn’t, Joe held his foot against Sav’s. Finally giving up trying to wake him easily instead of a hard shake, he yawned loudly and closed his eyes.
Joe opened his eyes to see blurry lights from somewhere, blinking them several times to bring it more into focus, he found himself staring at the predawn horizon. Blinking again to bring himself more awake, he felt pricks of cold air against parts of his skin or the soft tickle of feathers around his neck and shoulder. Another feather, or was it a feather, it felt a little rougher than the other one and had traveled from his hip bone, then slightly downward over his stomach and kept going to his chest, pausing there a moment before gently digging fingertips…was it finger tips...into in skin. ‘Now it feels like kisses across my shoulder.’
‘Joe,’ a deep husky voice penetrated his thoughts.
‘Hum.’
‘You should keep your eyes closed.’
‘Why? I want to watch the sunrise…I like the way it changes the colors of the clouds.’ Joe replied and felt a large warm feather press against his back and legs, pushing him forward a little bit. His mind wrapped around the slow grind of a harder, hotter feather on his bum…’is that really a feather?’
‘Close them so you don’t see what we are doing, only feel it.’
‘I can feel it without closing my eyes.’ Joe whispered and pushed back against the feather, barely wiggling his hips to show the feather that he liked what it was doing.
‘It’s better if you close them.’ The feather breathed into his ear, then went quickly back to gently biting his neck.
‘What more can a feather do with my eyes closed?’
‘We aren’t feathers.’ The feather growled softly.
‘You feel like feathers, very soft ones.’ Joe pulled his eyes from the brightening sunrise and twisted his body to see it. ‘If you aren’t feathers, then what…’ His voice died in his throat when he came face to face…or face to snout and eyes the color of the sunrise, when he realized it was one of the wolves from his previous dream.
‘You should close your eyes.’ The wolf said again and bared his long sharp canines’.
Joe yelled and swung his arm out at the wolf, hitting him in the head before he could sink his teeth into any part of his body. The loud yelp, right in his ear from the wolf, snapped him from the dream.
“Damnit Joe, why did you hit me?” Sav grumbled as he rubbed the side of his head.
“What...I...” Joe started and looked around the living room with wide eyes, then back to Sav. “I thought…I was hitting the wolf that was ready to bit my shoulder.”
Sav stared at him like he had lost his mind, then lightly punched his shoulder with his fist. “That was me doing that.”
“Right, because you were the wolf in my dream, about to eat me.”
A smile spread across Sav’s face. “No, I was trying to wake you up.”
Joe shifted his body and pulled the blankets back up to cover his chest. “Don’t do it that way…being a wolf…try shaking and calling my name or something.”
“I did call your name, but you didn’t answer, so I tried other things…like this…” Sav told him and moved closer to him, to place his hand on Joe’s stomach and started softly trailing over the smooth skin there. “…and this…’ He leaned forward to kiss his lips and pulled back. “…but I couldn’t reach your mouth so I settled for your shoulder.”
Joe’s eyes traveled to his as he talked. “I suppose your mouth was the feathers that I felt.”
Sav leaned back to see him better. “Huh?”
“Feathers, in my dream, feathers were talking to me or it felt like feathers. The ones on my shoulder and a warm…” Joe turned his head and looked at the ceiling. “…hard one, poking…uh rubbing me...my, grinding into my a…”
“You are really starting to worry me with these weird dreams, Joe.”
“Everyone has weird dreams, even you.” Joe shot back in defense of himself.
Sav barely contained his laughter that wanted to spill out from the look on his face. “Not like yours. I don’t have talking, stalking wolves that want to eat me or hard, hot feathers poking my ass. I think your lack of decent sleep, has affected your ability to form coherent sentences too.”
The scowl that dropped on Joe’s face finally made Sav laugh. “You are making fun of me and that isn’t very nice.” Huffing loudly, he yanked up the blankets and flipped to his side, facing away from Sav.
Closing the short distance between them, Sav pulled the blankets away from his shoulder, then leaned over him. “Come on Joe, I wasn’t making fun of you. It was your dreams that are funny. Think of how your mind interpreted them and what we have done to each other the past few nights.”
“It didn’t have to be snarling wolves and hard feathers.” Joe grumbled.
Pressing his body against his back, Sav inched his hand over Joe’s side and up his chest. “Forget about the wolves and feathers. I think we can find something better to do, now that we are both awake…it has nothing to do with wolves and feathers.”
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