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Short Journeys	By : KayleighSiobhan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 2275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not make money off this, I don't know anyone form Journey past or present. These short stories are complete works of fiction

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June 17, 1978
   Steve Perry woke up as the sun light peeked through his bedroom window. He rolled over and stretched and yawned very much like his cats Misty and Mocha did when they awoke from a long and satisfying sleep. But this morning Steve was excited because he had birthday to celebrate.
His roommate and fellow band member Gregg, was 31 today. He had been staying with Gregg for about six months. After Steve joined the band, they began to tour and work excessively. Gregg had opened his beautiful San Francisco home to Steve. The two of them had really hit it off and since they really enjoyed each others company, it was deemed a good idea for them to live together. Steve didn’t have a place of his own yet and driving back and forth to Hanford would have been exhausting and expensive. So Gregg had invited the singer to stay with him a while. However what was supposed to be a short term situation had become a extended stay. So today being a day to celebrate, Steve had decided to also make it a occasion to show Gregg how truly grateful he was for all he had done.
Steve climbed out of bed and went into the shower. He had always been an early riser, whereas Gregg liked to sleep later.. He quickly finished his morning routine and after dressing in a t-shirt and jeans went into the kitchen. He fed the cats and re-filled their water bowls. He played with them for a few minutes with a feathered cat toy, a stuffed mouse, and then gave them there “required” belly scratches. As soon as he finished, he started preparation for breakfast, slicing up fruit for cereal and vegetables for the omelets. He was getting the table set when he heard the water running upstairs signifying that his roommate was awake. About 20 minutes later, Gregg came down stairs. He was dressed in a Journey t shirt from the last tour and a pair of lace up jeans that showed off Gregg’s best “attribute”. His soft thick curls were still damp from the shower and his big green eyes glowed with light and often mischief. He smiled at Steve and the singer said “ Happy Birthday Gregg ! I am making all your favorite things for breakfast. “ Gregg sat down at the table and said with a teasing sound in his voice…” Even sausage .” “ Yes just enough for you though.. Just because I don’t eat it, doesn’t mean I can’t cook it !” Steve giggled. Gregg opened his birthday card that was sitting by his plate. He read the verse within along with Steve heart felt hand written words, then said “ Thanks Steve, it is nice to have you here.”  At this point Steve had came over to set the plate of food down on the table. Gregg reached out and embraced him tightly and Steve just enjoyed being his arms. The two had grown incredibly close in the last few months. Finally they separated and Steve said “ Eat before it gets cold. “ Then he asked “ Are we still on for tonight.” Gregg answered “ Absolutely, I will be out till late afternoon then I will be home for supper. “ Good,” Steve smiled thinking of the plans he had for the night. “I am looking forward to it. “
Later on that afternoon Steve was out shopping for the last minute items for Gregg’s birthday party. He had the basic ingredients for the meal at home but stopped to purchase greens for a Ceaser salad. He also needed to pick up Gregg’s cake. Steve knew how to make a cake but for something this special he wanted an expert. So the cake was baked and decorated for him. On a hike one day that spring the two had seen cloud of beautiful monarch butterflies. Steve had always liked them because their color looked like the cobalt blue glass he loved. So he was delighted to find out Gregg loved them as well. So when it came time to have Gregg’s cake decorated he had a special artist who made beautiful delicate objects from nature, flowers etc. out of icing. The items looked almost like glass they were that perfect in form. As soon as he got back into the house, he put the cake safely away and started the preparations for the celebration. He made a huge dish of his famous home lasagna and got it ready to go in the oven when it was closer to Gregg’s arrival time. He made the oil dsg for the salad and shredded the parmesean cheese and romaine lettuce. He rub garlic and butter into the large loaf of bread and made it ready to go into the toaster oven to be heated for the meal. Finally he put the wine into chill. He then decorated. Making sure they were high enough for the cats to leave them alone, Steve hung ballons and streamers to make the house festive. He even went so far as to get out Gregg’s good Lenox china. In all the months he had been there, Steve had never seen it used, not even for Christmas. Gregg’s mother had bought it for him when he had purchased the house with his Santana royalties. “ She is dropping a hint” Gregg had told Steve once,” She wants me to get married and have a kids, have big family celebrations. So the china sets there, never used, waiting for a special occasion. Haven’t had anything that important yet !’ Well Steve had decided that Gregg’s birthday was a very special occasion and would be a perfect opportunity to “christen” the expensive dishes.
Now all was left was to set Gregg’s gifts out. In one wrapped packaged was a dark blue jean jacket that was addressed from Misty and Mocha. It was chilly in the evenings in San Francisco and Gregg was sometimes cold. The jacket would keep him warm. In a second box with Steve’s name on it were several books, for Gregg loved to read. Lastly was a special gift from Steve, a beautiful one of kind custom made artisian ring. Gregg had taste for exesquisite but unusual jewelry, preferably some piece that was one of a kind. So that was what Steve had sought out. And he had found it in a little jewelry shop down in Haight Ashbury district. He knew instantly that the ring would suit Gregg. The hard part was trying to sneak another one of Gregg’s rings down to the jeweler to have the new piece sized. It was a challenge but Steve thought it well worth it. He happily put the small but valuable item on the shelf in the china cabinet. He would bring that out last after the other gifts opened and the meal was eaten.
Now all Steve had to do was wait for Gregg to get home.
Gregg was visiting with several friends at a restaurant they had went to for a late afternoon meal and drinks. He wish Stve would have come with him but the singer was withdrawn and shy and not used to loud bars and crowds. So Gregg agreed to have a later quiet quiet celebration at home.Gregg looked forward to it, he had gotten to the point he enjoyed Steve’s company immensely. And to think that he didn’t want the guy in the band to begin with, what a mistake that would have been. Not only was the tiny brunette with the big pipes bringing major success to the band, he and Gregg had formed an incredibly deep friendship.
Suddenly Gregg heard someone calling his name. He turned and seen a friend of his Michael walking towards him with 2 beautiful girls. They were both tall, one had long blond hair and the other was a voluptuous Hispanic brunette. Gregg was surprised to see Michael he had invited him to the birthday get together but had said he could not make it. Well certainly Gregg would not be as appealing as these lovely young women to spend the afternoon with. Gregg had been going through a bit of a dry spell related to dating. And the groupies were usually surrounding Steve, even though he was often not as interested in causual sex with the women as the other guys in the band were. And actually Gregg was getting bored with random chicks and one night stands. After all he was 31 now, he kind of wanted to settle down. Plus it would make his parents happy since they kept asking for grandchildren. However he was having zero luck in the finding a permanent mate. He had broken up with his latest girlfriend about a year ago, and had yet to find another girl who really seriously interested him. Michael came over to the guys table and said “Happy Birthday Gregg ! Thought I would stop by with your gift.” Gregg looked at him rather oddly, he didn’t have a box in his hand so he said “ What exactly is my gift ?” “ Well”, Michael said, “ Your gift is Heather, who is the blond, and Olivia is this hot Latin number. You have been complaining your lonely and not getting laid enough. So I thought I would fix that. “ Gregg shook his head, “Sort of had the idea of an actual girlfriend in mind. He smiled at his old friend, he knew Michael meant well. “ Who knows what might happen Gregg, both these ladies want to bed a rock legend. You could wind up with two girlfriends. Gregg looked at his watch, “Well I did have plans !” he said realizing he would soon have to go home to Steve. He thought about it a minute then said “ OK, we can go get a few drinks see how the evening progresses. But I can’t be too late. “ Excellent let’s go to bar, it is really close to my place in case you hit it off !”
Steve had made the final preparations for Gregg’s celebration. He had to laugh for he felt like a teenage girl on a date. He showered and washed his hair, using his special lavender shampoo and conditioner. He had changed his clothes three times and finally settled on his white silk shirt, black vest and black lace up pants. After it was dry he brushed it till it shown, not that his hair wasn’t always gorgeous. It was so different though then Gregg’s bushy curls. Often at night, when the two wound up sharing a hotel room bed, once he was sure Gregg was asleep, Steve would run his hand through Gregg’s hair. He loved the feeling of it. The two men were different in many other ways he thought. Gregg was outgoing, confident. He could face a crowd of thousands of fans without blinking a eye. He had did it with Santana and now with Journey. He loved being in front of a crowd. Steve was so shy himself. Sometimes he just wanted to hide behind Gregg on stage or better yet just crawl inside his body. But it seemed like their difference was what made for great chemistry, both onstage and off. It made being on tour fun and living together incredible.
Lately though Steve had began to notice some things about himself. Things like the fact that his heart beat faster around Gregg. How he looked forward to having meals with Gregg and felt lonely and cheated if he didn’t have at least one in the course of a day. Or how he half waited for Gregg to come in at night, Steve slept much better when the keyboardist finally made it home. He would lay in his room listening to Gregg move around, preparing for bed, settling in. Always before he laid down he would knock softly at Steve’s door and when the singer answered he would open a crack and tell him that he was home and to have a good night. It made Steve feel safe, content, and happy. Like he was important and special to Gregg.
And there was one night when Steve had been scared and alone. He was missing his Mom, his home, friends. When Gregg came to the door he found him sniffling and a bit teary. Gregg had come in and laid on the bed with him, and the two had talked till Steve drifted off. But even after he was fast asleep Gregg stayed next to him. He slept in the bed with Steve and the two rambunctious cats, so the singer would know he had someone to depend on.
Steve looked at the clock. It was time to put the lasagna in the oven. Gregg would be home soon and Steve wanted to time the main course so they would have some time eating the garlic bread and salad first. And he could open his gift from the cats. He slipped the dish in the preheated oven and sat down on the couch with Misty and Mocha to wait for his housemate to come home.
Greg sat in a hotel bar with Michael and the two girls he had brought along. Gregg was bored and was anxious to excuse himself soon. Both ladies were nice enough but neither one of them sparked any real interest for Gregg. And even though they were both exceptionally sexy he really really wasn’t wild about taking either one to his bed. He actually just wanted to get home to what he knew would be a delicious dinner cooked by Steve and to spend a quiet evening with his best friend. He had noticed more and more lately that he really looked forward to spending time with the singer. They were very different in personality but the chemistry they had together was great. They seemed to fit together, kind of two halves of a whole.
Gregg had bought the girls some drinks and an appetizer. He sighed and looked at his watch listening to Heather discuss her ballet career and Olivia talk about her photography. Finally though he realized he needed to go. He would call Steve and tell him he was on his way. He said “Ladies I need to head out. It has been a pleasure but I am running late for my birthday party my roommate is giving me.” Micheal looked at Gregg rather oddly and said, Your roommate, you mean Steve. You are telling me you are leaving us, or actually this great looking girls, to go to a party with the dude you live with. “ Gregg thought about a minute.. and he really couldn’t understand why that sounded strange to Micheal. It seemed like a great idea to him to go home to a waiting Steve. Gregg smiled and for some reason felt pleasantly warm all over. “Yes,” he said to Michael.” Gregg opened his wallet and took out a more then adequate amount of cash to cover the drinks, food, and tip. He laid it on the table and told his old friend “ Settle the bill will you please. He thought for a minute then said “And thanks !” He then turned and quickly exited the bar.
The oven dinged and Steve got up to get the lasagna out of the oven. He broke off a small portion and was really pleased at how it came out. He sat in on the table and then went to feed the cats. With fresh water and food hopefully they would not sit at Steve’s feet and beg for his meal at they often did. He loved the cats dearly, they were excellent compainions, fun and affectionate. However he wanted to be able to focus completely on Gregg tonight.
Gregg drove home as huge rain drops started to hit the windshield. “Yuck” he said to himself. He couldn’t wait to be back at the house. The rain in the area tended to be chilly in the evening. He thought maybe Steve would warm him up then he laughed to himself, shocked. Where did that thought come from. He must have drank more then he realized.
Suddenly there was a noise from the back of the car. Unfortunately Gregg recognized it, the sound was a flat. He must have drove over something. Crap now he would have to get out and change the tire. He looked for and fortunately quickly located a safe place to pull over. Gregg was good with cars, putting the spare on would not be a problem However the rain was beating down steady now. He realized he didn’t have a jacket. He really was not looking forward to get soaked. Plus he was really going to be late. He wanted to kick himself for not calling Steve before he left the bar to let him know he was coming home and would be a bit late. Now he would be really delayed. He was wishing he hadn’t stopped at the bar at all but had just turned down Michael’s offer. If he had he would already be back at the house.. with Steve. Damn where did that come from again, that feeling of… heat. Well right now he needed it to warm him up while taking care of the flat. “Might as well get it over with, “ he sighed and got out of the car.
Steve looked up at the clock. He had told Gregg roughly what time his birthday meal would be ready. The keyboardist had promised to be there in plenty of time before hand. Now he was almost an hour and a half past his supposed arrival time. And worse then that it had just begun to rain. The sky was dark and the storm went from huge drops sporadically hitting the windows to a chilly downpour. Why wouldn’t Gregg have called if he was going to be late. He had always been reliable and now it seemed as if he had forgotten Steve. It was so out of character for Rolie that Steve could not help but begin to worry.
Gregg was exhausted when he finally got back in the car. His clothes were completely drenched and his hair looked as if he had just climbed out of the swimming pool. Fortunately he had a old blanket in the back of the car that he could throw down on the seat. It had to taken twice as long as expected to get the tire off the car, between the tight bolts and the driving rain in his face. He was grateful when the spare was securely affixed and he could get on his way. Fortunately he was only about 20 minutes from home.
Steve was curled up on the couch. He had finally put the food in the fridge. It was now three hours past the time Gregg was supposed to be home. The singer wasn’t sure whether to be angry at Gregg or scared. The two cats were laying next to him, keeping him company, they always knew when Steve was in distress. He felt so stupid, he had great expectations for the evening. But apparently spending the night celebrating with Steve didn’t mean anything to Gregg. Apparently he had just agreed to be nice to Steve, he didn’t want to hurt the young singers feelings. It made him feel like a baby but two big tears rolled out of Steve’s eyes and dripped down his nose. He buried his face in one of the cobalt blue throw pillows that was on the end of the couch. His mother had bought them for him, knowing they were his favorite color. She hoped they would make him feel at home, be comfortable. She was worried he would be lonely and afraid in his new surroundings. But actually he felt safe, happy and secure as soon as he moved in with Gregg.
Suddenly he sat up on the couch. He heard Gregg’s key in the lock. The door opened and the keyboardist was standing in the doorway safe at home finally. Steve jumped up and made quick time crossing the living room. He stop dead, taking note of Gregg being soaked to the skin. Gregg was shivering but he still noticed Steve’s tear stained face. As he feared he had hurt the singer deeply. Steve sniffled and blinked back more tears and Gregg said softly, sadly “ Oh Steve … “
“I am sorry Steve, “ Gregg said. He sneezed once and then said “ I had car trouble, flat tire. Just as it started raining of course. “ Steve said “ I was worried, you never broke a promise to me. He then looked at Gregg shivering in the cool air. “ You should change before you get pneumonia. Are you still hungry. Gregg rubbed his stomach and smiled “ I can always eat. Just don’t tell Herbie, he is always telling I need to loose some weight, too much poking out on stage over the white jeans. “ Steve looked at him very oddly and then said “ You are not fat Gregg. In fact, I think you are just perfect. “ Neither spoke for a minute then Steve said “ I will run you a hot bath then while you are warming up I will get the food reheated.
Steve went into the bathroom and turned the faucets on. He adjusted the hot and cold till it was a good temperature, just warm enough. He got fresh towels out of the linen closet and laid them out on the towel. By that time Gregg had pulled his wet clothes off and came into the bathroom. Gregg was still shaking with the cold and Steve stepped out of his way to let him get in the tub. At the same time he shyly averted his eyes away from the musicians nude form. It wasn’t like he had not seen Gregg naked before, they changed in front of each other all the time. But for some reason Steve felt shy seeing him now. Gregg was huge, very well hung. Steve knew he was more then adequate himself but Gregg was even bigger then him. “I will get the food ready.” he said slipping out of the bathroom. Gregg smiled in gentle amusement at Steve’s modesty, he wasn’t sure what the source behind it was but sometimes Steve got the strangest look in his eyes when the keyboard player was exposed to him.
About 30 minutes later Gregg came out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. He couldn’t use a blow dryer it turned the thick bouncy curls into a mass of frizz. He was much warmer though. He was pleasantly surprised when he came to the dining room and seen Steve lighting candles and setting garlic bread and a huge ceaser salad. Gregg smiled and said “ It looks fantastic.” “The lasagna is warming up,” Steve told him. I am so glad you are home safe.” “Yeah,” Gregg told him. “ I am sorry I was late. I ran into Michael and we went out to a bar. I lost track of time then I should have called you before I left. Then the flat happened. “ Steve teased.. “Heck, what were they serving at that bar, I will have to buy some for you here. “ Gregg said “ Actually he had two girls with him. They were supposed to be my “birthday gift’. “ Steve was quiet a minute then said “ Well I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to be with some hot chicks over me.” Gregg didn’t miss the trembling in Steve’s voice. He walked across the dining room and gently took Steve by the shoulders, turning the singer to face him. “I am sorry Steve, and no I was not that interested in those girls. I just didn’t want to disappoint Michael since he had planned it as a surprise. These girls were both gorgeous but you know, there was just no spark. In fact I couldn’t wait to get home to you. “ Steve looked up at him as if trying to ascertain if Gregg was telling the truth. “ He stared into Gregg’s big eyes, they were clear and honest.. and absolutely beautiful.
Suddenly the same odd sensation he had been feeling all evening overtook Gregg. He stared down at the petite man, and thought Steve was the most gorgeous man alive. He bent down and gently kissed Steve’s mouth. It was tentative at first then the kiss deepened as Steve began to respond. He parted his lips and Gregg took it as an invitation to slip his tongue in. They simultaneously wrapped their arms around each other and held each other tightly. They were both a bit surprised but pleasantly so. When they reluctantly separated a few minutes they looked at each other in passionate wonder.
Steve pushed his hair out of his face. He tried to come up with an adequate vocal response, but he was interrupted by the oven timer. “ The lasagna is ready ! he said relieved he didn’t to ask Gregg what he was feeling at that moment. The two went into the dining room which Steve still had decorated. Gregg looked surprised but happy. “Steve, you did all this ?” Steve smiled feeling even shyer then usual. He said, “ I wanted it to be special.” Steve pulled the pasta dish out and sat it on a table, after putting a lid over it to keep it warm.
Steve said, “ First here is the present from the cats. “ He handed Gregg the carefully wrapped jacket. Gregg opened it and his face lit up. The back of the jacket was beautifully embroidered with a large colorful peace sign. Gregg smiled and directed his next statement to the cats. He said, “ Thank you Misty and Mocha !” The cats did not seem very interested in anything but stretching and yawning as they had both just awakened from a nap ready to start their nightly wanderings. Steve giggled and said “They thought it would keep you warm in the evening, when it gets damp and foggy. “ Again the thought entered Gregg’s mind that he would love for Steve to keep him warm.
Both men dug into the salad and garlic bread, they were quite hungry. When they were finished with their appetizer and had started on the wine, Steve uncovered the main dish and served a huge piece to Gregg. “Steve this is the best lasagna I have ever tasted, “ he told the singer. And he meant it. Steve blushed, but he was happy. After Steve had finished a second helping and Gregg a third. Steve brought out the beautiful cake. Greg was impressed, he had never seen such gorgeous desert. Steve thought Gregg should do the honors, so the keyboardist carefully cut two big slices. The birthday cake was just as delicious as the rest of the meal.
Then Steve said” Let me get the presents from me.” Gregg shook his head, “Steve, you didn’t have to get me a gift too. This supper and the cake and the decorations were enough. Steve said “ No it isn’t, you have been so good to me Gregg. You welcomed me into your home, gave me friendship and companionship. He looked down at his plate seeming very bashful again then said “ I love you Gregg. You really are my best friend. I haven’t had many close guy friends, never fit in much. But you have been wonderful.” He didn’t give Gregg a chance to answer, he quickly picked up the two boxes. He handed him the box with the books in it first. Gregg opened it up. He was delighted at the titles Steve had chosen. They were all books that Gregg had wanted to read and hadn’t gotten a chance to purchase yet. The singer had really gotten to know him well over the last several months. Not like the chicks he usually dated who were usually just interested in screwing him and being arm candy for an up and coming rock musician. Heck they didn’t even care if he could read, they just wanted him naked and horizontal as fast as possible. Steve actually like him as a person, wanted to be with Gregg not for the keyboardist to be a notch on a bed post. Gregg shook his head. Jeeze where were all these crazy thoughts coming from.
He quickly finished the wine in his glass. He then realized there was another gift that Steve was holding. It was a small box and Steve seemed to just be glowing in the candlelight as he held it. He passed it to Gregg and said “This is the special one. “ Gregg slowly unwrapped the package and realized it was a jeweler’s box. He opened and revealed a gorgeous, intricatedly designed ring inlaid with a lovely green stone. While Gregg exclaimed over how gorgeous the piece and what a lovely color the gem was, Steve smiled very wide. He said softly, “ I know it is a gorgeous color, it matches your eyes.” Gregg looked up from the ring and there was no mistaking the look it Steve’s eyes. He wasn’t surprised at all when the singer got up and quickly crossed the short distance between the two of them. Spontaneously, gently, the two kissed for a second time. It was deep and lasting. When they finally separated, Gregg said “ I think I am ready to turn in, are you ready to clean up and get ready for bed.” Steve nodded his head yes, and then slipped his hand between Gregg’s thighs. The keyboardist was getting hard and when Steve stroked him, both men groaned. Steve whispered “ Can I sleep in your room tonight ?’ “And every night from now on !” Gregg told him. Steve sighed in great joy and contentment.
The two made quick work of clearing the table, putting away the leftovers, and loading the dishwasher. Despite Steve’s protest that it was his birthday and he didn’t need to , Gregg insisted on helping. Finally they were seated in the rocking chair in Gregg’s bedroom. The lovely piece of antique furniture bought by Gregg but chosen by his mother. Like the expensive china it was a hint, reflective of his mom’s desire for her son to marry and settle down. He knew she had visions of him rocking her grandchild in it. He chuckled to himself at the image of how she would react to what was happening now. Steve was in his lap with the chair swaying gently. They kissed gently, tentatively at first then with more passion. Steve looked down at the floor, seeming very shy. “What is wrong ?”, Gregg asked him. Steve said “ I don’t know what I am doing. Never been with another man.” Gregg smiled “Neither have I, we will take our time and learn together.” Steve reached over and tugged gently at the laces in Gregg’s jeans. He giggled and said “ You are in a hurry !” Steve pushed his hair out of his face, looking for all the world like a virginal school girl. “ Come on,” Gregg said motioning to Steve to stand up then leading him to the bed.
He laid down and pulled the petite singer on top of him. Steve unbuttoned his shirt stroked the soft hair there. He liked the fact that Gregg had some much hair on his chest, it was so different then his soft bare skin. He buried his head against the keyboardist and when Greg felt the singer’s breath on him, he moaned. While Gregg held him close, he stroked Steve’s long soft tresses. His own hair was thick and much coarser, Steve’s felt like satin.
Steve could feel Gregg getting hard through his pants. In wonder he touched him, then stroked him through the clothes. Gregg reached down to untie the laces but Steve beat him to it. He began to pull them loose and when they were completely open , he looked at Gregg with new eyes. Not that they hadn’t been naked in front of each other before but now it was a new beginning. They were in love… and about to become lovers.
Gregg gently helped Steve remove his own clothes. Now they were both naked, bare skin to bare skin. Steve touched Gregg on his lower right side near his hip. It was a ticklish spot and Gregg squirmed in pleasure. At Steve’s questioning look Gregg said “Ticklish… but it feels wonderful when you touch me there.” They were both quiet a minute then Gregg took the singer’s hand and held it against his shaft. Steve, began to explore and enjoy him.
So after some false starts and laughter, passion ignited and the two consummated their relationship. Even though both were nervous, they patiently shared this new experience. And they both joked that they expected that they would get lots of practice in the future, to learn and perfect their technique. Steve thought the keyboardist was beautiful, he rested his head on Gregg’s tiny swell of belly that tour managers and record managers often commented negatively on. He gently teased Gregg that he looked perfect with some meat on his bones. Gregg was strong and Steve felt safe in his arms. And Gregg loved how perfectly the tiny singer fit in his embrace. When he told him this, Steve joked “ And I love how perfectly you fit inside of me… and you have plenty of meat there as well !” To his surprise, Gregg blushed terribly. But Steve continued,”“You make me safe and loved,” Steve whispered to Gregg. “ Because I do love you, and I would always protect you. And you make me feel amazing. All the groupies, women, occasionally men, none have fulfilled me on any real level, but you have. It is like you are the other half of me, with you in my life, I am whole. Steve smiled and told him “ I will love you for the rest of my life !” The two kissed gently and then Steve said lovingly “Happy Birthday Gregg !” Gregg whispered “And thanks to you this is the best birthday I have ever had.”
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