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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: Hope everyone can understand this. Drunk babble is hard to write.
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Moonlit Bay(Pt5)
Slamming his cards down on the table, Joe yelled triumphantly. “um the ove’ll wi'ner. I gots all m MM’s back.”
“’cept for the ones I ‘at,” Sav giggled. “Don’ts think I wants anymore afta so m’ny finga’s touch’em.
“Good, wasn’t givin’ ya anymore,” Joe stopped trying to straighten the cards and looked over at Sav. “Are ya drunk?”
“Do I looks drunk?”
“Ma’be a lit’le, but ya sound drunk.” ”Sos do you.” Sav wiggling in his spot. “aahhh….I thinks me butt went ta sleep on th’t hand. Wha time is it?”
Joe shoved the cards in their box, then started scooping M&M’s back in the bag. “Late, ma’be we shou’d call a night.” ”Yeah,” Sav replied scrubbing his face, as if trying to rub away the small alcohol buzz he had. “Sle’pin’ in here?”
“Sure, nots on thu floor, drag us a ma’tres in.”
Under Joe’s watchful eye, Sav slowly pushed himself from the floor, rubbing the stiffness from his back from sitting on the floor so long. Limping over to the fire, he poked around in the hot coals. “Ah, me thinks me leg went ta sleep too.”
“bhhaa, your making ‘scuses not ta help with thu ma’tres.”
Sav turned half way around and pointedly said to Joe. “I haves a per-perfs-cut-sutly good excuse nots ta ‘elp.”
Joe groaned as he too pushed his tall frame up, then turned to see his friend standing there pointing the poker at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Looking past the poker, Joe noticed how the orange fire light danced on one side of Sav’s torso and causing the blonde high lights to stand out more. “What’s th’t?”
Sav stood taller in confusion. “A poker.”
“Not th’t….what tis your ‘scuse?”
“Oh..that…that….I’ves been cookin’ al we’ks.”
“Yeah, you haves.”
After a few tries, Sav placed the poker back on its hook. “Damn straight!”
Shaking the image of Sav in the fire light, Joe smiled. “’elp me with thu ma’tres anyways.”
“oks.” Sav returned his smile and followed him to his bedroom.
Wrestling with the mattress for some twenty minutes amongst giggles and laughter, pushing and shoving, they managed to move the coffee table out of the way, and lay the mattress several feet from the fire.
“Nots enou’ room for two.” Sav mumbled as he looked around the room.
“Gues’ not…oh well,” Joe shrugged his shoulder. “The mat’res is bigs enou’ for bo’fs us. I’ll gets the rest.” He hurried from the room to gather sheets, blankets and pillows.
“Colds ba’k here.” Sav mumbled as he went by Joe’s door.
“I haves your pil’ow.” Joe yelled after him, then heard water running in his bathroom. “ah, hes get’ing readys for bed…good idea.” Dropping everything on the bed, he went to his own bathroom and quickly brushed the taste of alcohol and chocolate from his mouth. Deciding to change into clean clothes now instead of coming back to the cold, Joe pulled a sweat shirt and pants from his drawer. Gathering everything back in his arms he made his way back to the living room.
Tens minutes later he stood straight and surveyed his work of making the bed. “Not bads….for a ro’k n ro’ler.” Turning around to check the fire, he knelt on the hearth and tossed on a few larger logs that would burn longer. Once he pulled the screen closed, he crawled the short distance to the mattress and flopped down on his stomach.
Sav came in the room a few minutes later, stood in front the fire-place and rubbed his cold hands together. “I thinks the cold ba’k theres dul’ed the alcohol th’t was keeping mes a lit’le warm.”
“I believes you ares righ’.” Joe mumbled into the mattress.
“Come ons Joe,” Sav groaned and kicked his foot. “Yous said you was sle’pin’ on tha sofa, sos move.”
“I’m to bigs for the sofa.” Again Joe mumbled his reply and felt Sav kick his foot several more time. He jerked and yelled when fingers began to poke is sides. “ok…oks…I’m movin’….stops pokin’ me….” He laughed while grabbing one of Sav’s hand and turned over, then yanked hard on his arm to pull him down.
Sav landed on his side with a giggling grunt, then flipped to his back and was immediately being tickled. “oh…stops Joe!”
“Whys, yous tic’led me…only fairs.” Joe replied while trying to get around Sav’s hands to pinch and poke him in the side.
Grabbing his hand, Sav held tight and let his laughter trail off as Joe became still. Opening his eyes, he found his friend staring down at him in the dim light, a soft mischievous smile played across his lips. “Whats are yous smilin’ ‘bouts?”
“Nuthin’ " Joe barely shook his head and pulled his hand free, only to slowly move it across Sav’s t-shirt clad stomach.
“Oh no yous don’ts, no more tic’lin’.” Sav quickly reached for that hand.
“I’m not.” Joe whispered and titled his head.
“Thens what ares you doin’?”
Resting his hand along Sav’s lower ribcage, Joe gently tightened his grip and moved his body closer to stretch down his. “Nothin’….I likes the way the fire lights dance ‘cross your hair…..face…sparkles in your eyes.”
Sav stared up at him, then became aware of how close he was and started wiggling away. “That’s gibberish talkin’…now gets on your side.”
Joe slid his leg over Sav’s and tightened his arm around him. “It nots gibberish, I knows what I’m sayin’.”
“Thens the booze talkin’.” Sav squeaked when Joe moved more of his body on top of his. Firmly planting his free hand on his shoulder he tried to push him off.
Gently shaking his head Joe held his wide dazed eyes. “No its…maybe a lit’le…bit….I mean…yeahs it could bes….but…buts, don’t you feel it?” ”I feel how heavy yous ares, now ge’s off.” Sav began to wiggle and Joe moved slightly to the side of him. Looking back up at him and the longing in his eyes. It was then that Sav felt the haze of alcohol drain from his mind. His body became fully aware of how Joe was still half way lying on him.
“Can I kiss you?” Joe cautiously leaned closer.
Sav’s eyes grew wider. “What…yous want to what…did I ‘ear you right…you wants to kiss me.”
All the while as he stammered out his words, Joe was moving closer until he gently placed his lips against Sav’s. Pulling back a fraction of an inch, he kissed him again….and again….Joe slid his hand up his arms and shoulder to lightly caress his neck. When he felt Sav wasn’t going to push him away in anger, he closed the space between their mouths again, this time easing his tongue against his lips. A soft moan tumbled from his throat when their warm tongues collided, swirling around each others.
Shifting his body slightly, Joe pulled away, only to twist his head the other way and dove in for another, deeper taste. His efforts were rewarded when Sav returned the favor and pushed his tongue in side Joe’s mouth.
When Sav retreated, Joe pulled away again and went for his neck. Leaving a light, nipping trail with his lips. “That wasn’t so bad.”
Sav cleared his throat. “No…it was…was nice.”
“Nice,” Joe giggled against his skin, then continued his assault on the warm flesh beneath his mouth. “You taste good.”
Turning his head slightly, Sav pulled in a deep breath. “Must be mys minty fresh Colgate.”
“Maybes.” Joe giggled again and moving quickly back to Sav’s mouth, he plunged in for yet another taste. Lifting his body at the same time to cover more of his, all the while his hand roamed his chest and stomach over the t-shirt.
Sav’s mind and body swirled in confused desire, what Joe was doing felt good, the way his mouth danced on his, the tender nips and gentle suckle on his neck when he went there. But it also felt wrong, wrong because they were men and wrong because they were best friends. This sort of thing just never happened between them in all the years they had known each other. Why now? And why does it feel so good?
The moan rushing from Sav’s throat and the automatic arch of his hips as Joe’s hand wondered down to far over his sweats, causing him to stiffen and snap his eyes open. His hand flew down to cover Joe’s that had stopped on his groin.
Joe stared at him with a knowing smile. He briefly glanced down, then dragged his eyes back to Sav’s startled ones and the slight reddening of his cheeks. Swiping his tongue over his dry lips, Joe tilted his head to the side, sensing Sav was going to say something.
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