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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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Moonlit Bay(Pt8)
The next morning Sav cracked his eyes open to the roaring fire. He could feel the warmth on his face and see the empty place in front of him. ‘Joe is already up.’ He thought and closed his eyes again. Images of Joe and last night swam across the blackness behind his eyelids. What turned out to be harmless wrestling and tickling, turned into something more. Sav couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Joe’s hot mouth, slick tongue and tight lips around his cock and it made him shiver under the blankets. He snapped his eyes open and shook it off, along with the vivid images. Instead, he tucked them safely in the back of his mind.
The clattering of pots and Joe’s loud ‘ow’ caused Sav to groan. He could barely make out the smell of coffee and figured Joe had burned himself trying to make it.
“Guess I better get up before he burns the house down.” Sav reluctantly threw the blankets back and grabbed for his clothes, that lay scattered across the floor. Quickly putting them on before the heat escaped his body, then snatched a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around him.
Holding it up around his feet to keep from tripping over it, he padded to the kitchen and slid on the bar stool at the counter. Sav scrubbing his face of sleep, then pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. “What time is it?”
“uh…little after 2 pm I think,” Joe replied, turning from his task of pouring Sav a cup of coffee and sat it in front of him. “Not sure how that is going to taste, might be a bit strong since I’m not used to fixing it this way.”
Sav spooned in the right amount of sugar, then stirring to cool it off some before he sipped the hot black liquid. “Little strong, but it will do.”
Joe smiled and sat across from him with his own cup. “So what can we do today?”
“You have asked me that every day since we got here. Can’t you entertain yourself for once?”
“Listening to you grumble about everything is entertaining.”
I haven’t complained that much Joe.”
Joe slapped his hands together, rubbing them vigorously together to ward off the chill in the room. “un hun, not that much....so, are you hungry, can I fix you something to eat?” “Coffee will do for now,” Sav told him while studying his friend. He already picked up that Joe had something on his mind. “What are you thinking about?”
Joe swung his eyes from looking out the bay window. “Oh, its…looks like the storm is almost over. The wind isn’t blowing as hard, lot of snow fell.” Sav hopped down from his seat and stepped around the counter to pour himself another cup of coffee. “That isn’t what you are thinking about.”
Joe followed him with his eyes. “Well, I heard the weather report earlier for the…uh…local area. Electricity could be out for a few more days, they haven’t started clearing any of the roads yet.”
“Wonderful.” Sav grumbled.
Joe rolled his eyes at his friend and got up to step over to the frig. “Come on Sav, it is not that bad….”
“This coming from some one who just days ago complained about the cold or worried about leaving before this storm hit.”
“I have only complained about a few things. You have done nothing but complain about everything.”
“Well you do bring out the complaints in me Joe,” Sav told him with a cheeky grin. “Now close the door, you are letting all the cold air out the frig.”
Joe slammed the door shut. “It’s just as cold out here, so I don’t think it will hurt what little stuff is in there.”
“Right and we don’t want it to spoil either, ‘cause we only bought enough food for five days…..today is the fifth day.” “We could try and go out for more if we have too.” “Liable to wind up in the ditch sliding all over the icy road.”
“Ok, maybe it will be better tomorrow.”
“Right,” Sav dragged out as he slid from his seat again. “If the roads are clear tomorrow, I can go home to where it is quiet.”
“Wait…aren’t you hungry?” Joe called after him.
“You can fix our dinner later.” Came Sav’s muffled voice.
“Ok.” Joe whispered looking down at his cup. Closing his eyes, he mentally kicked him self for getting nervous in front of him. He had never been that way toward Sav in all the years they had known each other. ‘I should have just blurted it out like I’m good at doing.’
What he didn’t realize was that Sav cams back and was standing in the door way watching him until he spoke. “You wanted to ask me something.”
Joe was startled by his soft voice. “uh…ask you…”
“You were going to ask me something else. Instead, you went off about the weather and roads.”
Spinning his head back to his cup, Joe cleared his throat. “Yeah, well I was, but from the way you are acting….I was going to….going to ask if you would like to stay another few days or maybe a week.” He heard Sav snort air through his nose and the soft rustle of blankets. When he looked up, he was no longer standing in the door way. “I guess that is a no.”
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Later that evening, Sav hurried back in the warm living room after taking his plate to the sink. “That was surprisingly good Joe, thanks.”
“I can cook if I set my mind too it.”
“Anybody can fix a boxed dinner, if they read the direction correctly.”
Joe smiled wide. “I’m good at boxed dinners.”
Settling back in the winged back chair, Sav looked at Joe to see him picking at his nails, seemingly deep in thought. “You are being too quiet.”
“I thought that's what you wanted….quiet.”
Sav pulled the blanket down around his shoulders. “I do, so sit there a keep being quiet, if that is at all possible for you.”
“Since you don’t want to do anything but sit there and stare at a blank page, guess I will go to sleep.”
“I have to go to sleep first, because your snoring keeps me awake. Not to mention it is to early for that, so find something else to do.”
“Fine,” Joe huffed. “I’ll read my book.” He snatched it from the table and flipped to the page he stopped at. He didn’t even finish the first paragraph when something knocked on the door.
“Is that some one knocking on the door?” Sav asked leaning over in his chair to try and see the front door.
The knocking came again only longer and louder.
“Must be.” Joe threw back his blanket and got up. His long strides quickly had him peeking through the curtains beside the front door. He easily recognized Mr. Nelson from the market a few days ago. He opened the door to usher them in from the cold. “Mr. Nelson it is uh...nice to see you. How are you?”
“As fine as I can be young man, with these old bones and cold. This here is my grandson, Neal.”
Joe smiled as Sav came around the corner. “Nice to meet you Neal. What brings you out his way?”
“The misses was fussing at me to come by to check up on ya. She figured ya not bein’ from ‘round these parts, ya would nots be knowin’ what a Nor Easter was and how to get by. She wanted me to bring these supplies to ya in case ya be needin’em.”
“We maybe rock stars, but we are….”
Sav elbowed Joe in the side cutting off any more of what he was going to say, which brought a glare from Joe. “We have done quite well for our selves. No problems at all so far.”
“No problems,” Joe started. “Actually, our plans had us leaving tomorrow, but with the weather and roads the way they are, driving to the airport will be difficult.” Joe informed him.
“My grandson has a 4-Wheel drive truck with snow chains, he could take ya to the airport if…”
“Thanks for the offer, but we have a rental car from the airport…”
“That will not be necessary Mr. Nelson,” Sav once again cut Joe off in mid sentence. “We have decided to stay a few more days.”
Joe whipped his head around to stare at him. “We did?”
“These supplies should see us through until then,” Sav darted his gaze to Joe. “If we decide to stay longer, we will stop by your market to buy more. Weather permitting of course,” Taking the box from him, he smiled. “It is very kind of you to travel in such horrid weather and bring these, as we are running a bit low. Right Joe?”
Still staring at him, Joe tried to quickly figure out what changed his mind about staying. The fast jerk of his head pulled Joe from his confused thoughts. “Oh right..right…yeah we did…running low.”
“Pay him and get the other box.” Sav told him.
“Oh…yeah…” Joe raced from the room to retrieve his wallet, returning to hear Mr. Nelson saying something about a phone number. Joe pressed several large bills in his hand and reached for the box that his grandson was holding and peered inside. “Yes, thanks very much.”
“If ya be needin’ more firewood, there is a little lean-to next door. The Kimballs are outta town, so they won’t minds ya takin’ any.”
“I think we are,” Sav shot a glance at Joe. “We are fine on firewood for tonight. May have to get some tomorrow.”
Mr. Nelson glanced between the two young men before him, then smiled to himself about how hard they tried to hide it. “Well, we best be goin’ before the misses starts to worry.”
“Yes, drive carefully and thanks the misses for us.” Joe told him.
Neal stepped aside and Mr. Nelson reached for the handle. “Oh, one more thing…how did it go….you can try…to get closer to me…I’m in love…I’m in deep yeah…hypnotize, I’m shaken to my knees….”
“Hysteria.” Joe and Sav said at the same time.
Mr. Nelson looked at them, they were not smiling now. He didn’t hide the laughter from the look on their startled faces, they didn’t look to happy to see him now. “The misses and I love that song. Play it on our wedding anniversary every year.”
“Dammnit.” Sav huffed.
Joe glanced at Sav. “Guess our cover is blown.”
“What cover? We didn’t come here in disguise. How was I supposed to know somebody here would recognize us…actually just me, you were not suppose to come at all.” Sav shot back.
“Well, I did.” Joe smirked.
Sav smacked his arm, spinning on his heels, he heading for the kitchen.
“Celebrities are not uncommon ‘round here,” Neal informed him. “Very few visit during the winter months…too cold. Use that phone number if you need anything else.” “Thanks again,” Joe once again smiled brightly as they left. He soon followed Sav to the kitchen to begin putting away the few items in his box. “What was that about?”
“What was what about?”
“You told them we were staying here a few more days.”
“Yeah…so.” Sav shrugged his shoulder as he read the labels on a few canned goods he pulled from his box.
“Sooo…I asked you this afternoon if you wanted to stay longer, you didn’t even bother giving me an answer.”
Sav turned to him and took a big bite of his apple. “You have your answer now.”
“Hey, is there another one of those in there?” Grabbing one from the box, Sav tossed it to him. “What changed your mind?”
“Nothing pressing at home to do.”
“We are in the middle of writing for the album.”
“I know that. I did bring my note book so staying longer may jar some more lyrics.”
“Yeah, it could.” Joe said whipping the apple clean on his shirt.
“At least the phones are still working. One of us will have to call everyone and let them know we are staying longer. I’m going to take a shower.”
“With cold water.”
“Gas stove, gas furnace. Might have enough hot water for both of us.”
“Take a shower together?” Joe frowned.
“No.” Sav smirked and made to leave the room then stopped and went over to Joe. “On second thought, you go first and I’ll finish putting this away and make sure the fire is blazing when you get out.”
“Then what do we do? We can play cards again.”
“Not in the mood for cards. You can go back to reading that novel you brought and be quiet.”
“That still sounds boring.” Joe huffed and left the room.
“Do you want to go home tomorrow?” Sav yelled after him.
“No.” Joe yelled back.
“Good…hurry up in there and don’t use all the hot water.”
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