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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.

Chapter List
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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 Pt16
The following morning, Sav pulled a waking breath into his lungs and turned to his back. His eyes slowly opened to the brightness filtering through the windows. Closing them again, he groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets to his chin. The previous night and how badly he fumbled around; easily made its way into his sleepy thoughts. ‘Joe will think I’m an idiot…I barely got anything right last night…he is gonna be sore from that…still, we both got off….after a very rocky start…all my fault there. Maybe next time…will there be a next time?’ Opening his eyes again, he stared at the gray ashes in the fireplace. ‘I wouldn’t mind a next time, but what does Joe think about it?’ With those thoughts running through his head, Sav pushed himself up, listening to the semi quite of the cottage, then the faint sounds coming from the kitchen. Stretching his arm out, he hooked his fingers around the sweat pants and t-shirt that he had laid on the coffee table last night. Pulling both on, he stretched and scratched his body to help wake him, which didn’t do any good, because it still felt like he was still sleeping.
Yawning loudly, he followed the smells and sounds to the kitchen.
“You’re up early.” Sav grumbled, as he shuffled into the kitchen and plopped down at the bar.
Joe turned from where he stood at the stove-top. “Good afternoon to you too sleepy head.”
Scrubbing his face of sleep, Sav felt the two day stubble growth on his chin. “Afternoon, what time is it?”
Joe glanced at the clock, “Its 2:18.”
“Now I know why I feel as though I can’t get moving, I slept to long.”
“Here,” Joe started and pushed a cup of steaming coffee toward him. “Drink this, maybe it will help.”
“Thanks.” Sav replied and sipped the dark brew. “What are you doing over there?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Joe glanced over his shoulder at him. “Fixing a late breakfast of bacon, hotcakes and eggs.”
“Not scrambled, I hope.”
Joe laughed at the distasteful expression on his face. “No, we’ve had those enough this week, so I fried them.” He sat a plate piled high with five hotcakes, two fried eggs and three slices of bacon in front of him.
“Umm…is this for both of us?”
“No, that’s all yours.”
“I’m not that hungry, Joe.”
“Oh, ok.” Grabbing his plate from the counter top, Joe sat it close to Sav’s, who proceeded to remove three of the hotcakes. “I can eat those and I made a few more, just in case.”
“These look burnt,” Sav said and lifted the top hotcake.
“It’s just dark brown….gives it more flavor too.” Joe told him while he removed the remaining hotcakes from the griddle.
Sav frowned at the state his eggs where in, jabbing the over cooked yokes with his fork. “What happened to my eggs?” Then he poked them with his finger. “And they are cold.”
Joe snatched up the plate and dumped the food in the trash. “You are being a grouch.”
“Why did you throw it away?” Sav exclaimed.
“You complained about all of it,” Joe snapped back. “You don’t have to eat it.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose to try and chase away the pending headache, Sav looked up at him. “I will eat, just redo the eggs.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to go through the trouble if you’re going to complain again.”
Waving his hand back and forth, Sav chomped on a piece of bacon. “Yes, yes, I’m sure.”
“Fine.” Joe grumbled. Taking two more eggs from the carton, he cracked them over the skillet. Silence stretched between them as Joe stood over the stove, watching the eggs sizzle and pop.
“Flip them, Joe.”
“I was never good at flipping them over, that’s probably why I over cooked them.”
Sav dropped his chin in his hands. “It’s just a matter of a flick of the wrist.”
“Easy for some, but not for others,” Joe replied and scooped them from the hot oil, placing them on Sav’s plate and slide it across to him. “Try those.”
Sav glanced down at them, then back to him. “Little under cooked…” he held up his hand to stop anything that Joe had to say. “The hotcakes need to be heated, so the microwave will cook them enough.”
Joe smiled slightly and turned back to the stove to fix his, as Sav heated his up. He heard him sit back on the stool and began eating.
“Hum, these aren’t too bad, I might have a few more.”
Joe slide onto the stool across from him. “Even if they are dark brown.”
Sav wiped his mouth and nodded his head. “What do you think?”
Taking a bite of his, Joe savored the taste. “Not to bad.”
The remainder of breakfast was eaten in relative silence, each man deep in their own thoughts. Joe watched Sav push around the last of his eggs before he stood up.
“I called the airline; they can put us on the stand-by tomorrow morning.” Joe told him as he rinsed his plate.
Sav looked thoughtful for a moment, then stood up to take care of his plate. “I guess we should get back then. We do have an album to finish.”
“Yeah,” Joe started and turned around to lean on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “At least no one has to wait around the airport for us all day or we have to worry about placing that last minute call.”
Sav looked at him causally leaning back. “I’ll pay half of the long term parking of your car.”
Bumping Sav with his elbow, Joe smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“You offered to leave it there, the least I could do is pay half.”
Joe pushed away from the counter to face him. “You also offered to lose me in the car park and the airport.”
“That I did,” Sav laughed. “The week didn’t turn out so bad after all.”
“No it didn’t,” Joe replied staring at the floor. “We’ve done some things that we have never tried before. Thought about yes, but to actually carry through with them, I never expected that.”
“Neither did I,” Sav said, as he pushed away from the counter, to step in front of Joe and unexpectedly leaned forward to kiss him. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Joe watched him leave the kitchen, pondering what he meant with that kiss. ‘Does he want me to join him? To do what? Just to take a shower or does he want to do more than that? No, to risky, one of us could fall if we….not possible, we’ve both done it in the shower before, just not with a man…or each other. Can’t be that much different than how you do it with a woman.’ Joe turned around and flipped on the water, filling up the sink so he could wash the dishes. He watched the bubbles multiply into a fluffy mound around the spray of water. ‘Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe he just wanted to kiss me because it seems that we both like that. A kiss doesn’t have to mean anything.’ Joe rolled his eyes to the ceiling at his last thought. “Of course it does.” he said aloud and turned the water off. Spinning on his bare heel, he padded down to Sav’s room, hearing the water running as he entered. He stopped at the door and leaned his shoulder on the frame, seeing Sav’s tall silhouette behind the steamy glass doors.
“What did you mean by that?” The door slide open and Sav poked his head around to look at him. “Mean by what?”
“Just then, in the kitchen….when you kissed me.”
“What do you think it meant?” Sav asked and ducked back behind the door.
“A kiss can mean a lot of things, Sav.”
His head popped from around the door again, smiling this time. “It was an invitation to join me.” he quickly darted back under the hot spray. Turning around, Sav ran his fingers through his hair, enabling the water to soak through better. When Joe still hadn’t said anything a few minutes later, he broke the silence. “Well, are you coming in?”
“And do what?” Joe asked, almost seeing Sav’s smile behind the steamed door.
“To clean up from last night or….whatever you want.”
Joe momentarily thought about it, then jerked his body away from the wood. Pulling the shirt over his head, then skimmed the sweat pants off, he closed the short distance between himself and the shower. Stepping over the rim, he closed the door behind him, trapping the steamy heat inside. Sav was in the process of squirting shampoo in his hand when he looked up.
“I can stand over there to wash my hair and you can get wet.” Sav told him and turned sideways so that Joe could move past him.
Stepping forward, Joe slightly turned; their bodies still brushed each other in the small confines of the shower stall. “I think the shower is too small for both of us.”
“We can manage, just have to be careful and not knock each other over.” Sav replied as he worked the shampoo into a rich lather in his hair.
Joe ducked under the water, getting his hair wet, stretching his arms up to use his fingers. “That wouldn’t be fun and it would hurt too.”
“Yes.” Sav chuckled as he watched the water run down his chest, then dragging his gaze lower to the dark patch of hair between Joe’s legs. His thoughts turned to the first night they had ‘played around’ and what it felt like sucking Joe off or nearly getting him off. The way he wiggled around or gripped his hair when he was close, made his own groin twitch at the thoughts. A shiver ran up his body and Sav shook his heads of all those thoughts. “I’m getting cold over here.” Even though he knew it wasn’t the cold that was making him shake.
“Oy, sorry, the hot water feels good.” Joe smiled sheepishly and moved aside so that Sav could go past him. Once again, their bodies brushed each other, only a little more this time, causing both men to momentarily stop and look at each other.
Joe was the first to look away and took another step to grab for the shampoo. He quickly washed his hair and waited for Sav to rinse the remaining soap from his hair. Taking that time to watch the rippling muscles’ in his arms, them moving his eyes down his chest, where the bubbles easily slide down the smooth skin. Following one large bubble, his gaze halted on his groin, Joe didn’t mistake the semi-hardness of his dick. His thoughts easily turned to last night and what Sav did with that, how he used it to tease him, then pull an orgasm like none he had ever felt before, out of him.
Sav wiped the water from his face and looked at Joe. “What are you thinking about over there?”
Joe snapped his eyes up to his. “Umm…what are we doing?”
Sav smiled. “We are taking a shower, Joe. It’s not like we have never done it before.”
Joe rolled his eyes to the ceiling and motioned Sav to get out of the way. “I know that. I just can’t help to think you had ulterior motives with your kiss and the invitation to join you.”
“Now that you mention it…” Sav said as he reached for the soap. “…we could fool around in here too.”
“Is that why you invited me in?”
“Maybe, but if you don’t want too, that’s ok.”
“Either you did or you didn’t, which is it Sav?”
Smiling at him again, Sav didn’t hide the fact that he really wanted to fool around more. “I did invite you in to…fool around, but like I said, if you don’t want too.”
Taking the offered soap, Joe stared at him, then looked away. “We could, but we have a lot to do today…to...to clean up the place before we leave tomorrow.”
Sav glanced up at the over-sized shower head and moved forward. “Scoot over some, that thing is big enough for both of us to stand under…” Sav chuckled as the water hit his shoulder and chest. “...well almost. But, your right, we do have to straighten the place up.”
Joe nodded his head, but his mind he was thinking about rubbing his soap covered hands all over Sav’s smooth skin, in an attempt to find other places that he liked to be touched. “We could always do this again…at a later time.”
“On a trip together you mean?”
Passing the bar of soap back to him, Joe rinsed the soap from his chest and stomach. “Sure, why not?”
“And just what would we do on that trip?” Sav asked, as he washed his arms.
Joe wiggled his brows. “I’m finished and getting out, the water is getting cold,” Pushing the door open, he grabbed a towel and stepped out onto the plush rug. “I’m getting the rug all wet.”
“I’ll hang it to dry,” Sav replied opening the door and pulling his own towel from the rake. “You didn’t answer me.”
“We had fun this week…” “It was a little more than fun, Joe.”
Smiling at him, he said. “Ok, very enjoyable…different…”
“Something we never would have done otherwise…”
Pulling the towel from his head, Joe held his gaze. “Is it a one time thing Sav, or do you want to do it again?”
Sav shrugged his shoulder, “I never thought it possible this time,” Looking up at him, he stepped closer, bodies almost touching, closing the small gap between their lips, he kissed him...then again…their lips touched again and tongues met in the middle, teasing, toying with each other. Sav pulled away first, taking in a deep breath, he ran the pad of his thump over Joe’s lips. “I like that idea, but we have to be very careful.”
“Right.” Joe whispered in reply.
Smiling at him, Sav ducked past him. “Come on, we have to clean up this place.”
Mumbling to himself, Joe spun around to follow him. “I hope we didn’t make a mistake by going this far.”
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