Here I am at six o'clock in the morning
Still thinking about you
It's still hard, at six o'clock in the morning
To sleep without you
And I know that it might
Seem too late for love
All I know ...
It was an amazing night. A night for revelations, a night for confessions. To think that I had begun the evening with some nameless girl, and was now watching the sunrise with Kevin, in my arms and in my bed... Damn.
When did we move upstairs? I have no idea. I can remember the way he looked at me, that sparkle in his eyes like when he knows something I don't. It used to piss the shit out of me, but it's taken on a new meaning now. Now it just makes me wanta find ways to make him talk. And I have ways.
I need you now
More than words can say
I need you now
I've got to find a way
I need you now
Before I lose my mind
I need you now
We necked like teenagers for hours and it was damn good. There's something about kissing and touching fully clothed that just turns me on like nothing else. Did we talk? Sure. About what? I have no clue. Kevin could read the phone book to me and I'd get hard.
The sun was coming up and Kevin rolled off the bed and padded to the bathroom.
Here I am, I'm looking out my window
I'm dreaming about you
Can't let you go, at six o'clock in the morning
I feel you beside me
I was almost afraid that in the bright light of day he'd leave me. THEN what the hell was I going to do? But I felt his breath on my neck and knew I was safe. He kissed a trail from my ear to my shoulder and I shivered, in spite of the warmth of the room. As his teeth closed on my skin he wrapped his arms around me and held me against his body. I moaned as I felt his hardness push against me and as I did, his hand pressed against my own erection.
God.
And I know that it might
Seem too late for love
For love Oh, oh, oh
Too late? Never. I pressed back against him and smiled as he answered with his own needy sounds. I turned to him, eye to eye, and fastened my lips to his, my tongue thrusting against his. In seconds, our clothes were on the floor at our feet and I could finally see what my hands had only touched until now.
In all our time together, in all the dressing rooms around the world, I'd never seen him look more beautiful. But I guess I'd never really looked at him quite this way before, right?
In silent agreement we met in the middle of my bed, stretching out face to face. He touched me first, his long, gentle fingers tracing the outline of my face and trailing a finger down my neck to my shoulder. He wrapped a hand around my bicep and then touched his fingertip to my sun tattoo, gently re-drawing the design as I broke out in a cold sweat.
He laughed at me, knowing what his teasing was doing. Hell, all he had to do was look below my waist for proof. He leaned up on one elbow, and just looked at me. He let his eyes wander over my body and it killed me to be still and not beg.
He rested his hand on my hip and stroked the hollow with his thumb and then I *did* beg. Shamelessly. He brushed a consoling kiss across my mouth and wrapped his hand around me.
Holy fuck.
I arched against his hand as he stroked me and it was good. Damn good. Like I said, six hours of foreplay was about to come to a screeching halt. But not alone, I refused to do this alone. My hand found him and it was damn gratifying to feel him swell against my palm. Touché, eh, Kev?
He closed his eyes as we touched and squeezed each other, finding a rhythm that pushed us both higher and higher.
*Now* he moaned. *God, Nick, NOW.*
Just the sound of his voice pushed me over the edge as we came together, our hands sticky and soaked with each other. Amazing, just fucking amazing.
Oh I got to hear you say
I need you now
Before I lose my mind
I need you now
I need you now
I sit here remembering, and smile. Damn interviews, one day we're going to screw up and really give the viewers something to write about. They will anyway, but sometimes truth is much better than fiction. Just ask Kev.
8-30-01
Lyrics from "More Than Words Can Say" by Alias.