Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide

Voices trapped in yearning memories trapped in time

The night is my companion and solitude my guide

I stand at the window, looking down at the city below me. Even at this late hour, traffic continues.

I'd like to open the window, step onto the balcony and smoke, enjoying the polluted air, but there is no balcony at this hotel. Only the building and 27 floors of emptiness, until there is the ground beneath.

I breathe in deeply, imagining I am outside. And then I look up. The moon is back out. The cloud that was covering it has drifted away, to cover other stars, stars that aren't so bright, now.

Absently, I wonder what time it is. I look at the watch on my wrist.

5:00

It's not five. It's five wherever it is that I last set the time. It must be closer to one here. I suppose if I continue to wear the watch, I should set it to the correct time but that's useless when I'm in some time zones for a day, sometimes even less than that. I only keep it on because I feel naked without it.

Another look up at the sky. The moon is still shining. It's time to go. Time to see you.

I open my door and look out into the hall. No one is outside of their rooms.

I pat my pocket, feeling the credit card key, before silently letting the door close.

I walk down the hall, my bare feet not making any noise on the padded carpet, on my way to your room.

I wonder what I would say if someone were outside and saw me? That I couldn't sleep and need to walk and think a bit? Yeah, maybe that would be the best. Couldn't very well tell them I'm going to see my love.

But you are my love. I love you. Do you love me? I wonder sometimes, when I'm inside you and kissing you, do you really love me?

You do love to tease me at the concerts, tossing flirty looks at me and dropping to your knees in front of me for 'Break Me Shake Me'. Is it all just an act? Or is it a sign you love me? Can I be so vain to wonder if the songs are about me. You said 'Truly' was about your wife, but what about 'This Side Of Me'? Or 'Mine'?

I do wonder how the songs for the next album will be. It's only been since this tour that we've been intimate and naturally the songs were already written by then. But the second album. I'm certain they won't be as full of youthful innocence as these are.

I stop at your door. Seems as if, while one part of me is musing thoughts, the other part knows my surroundings and when I've arrived at my destination.

I raise my hand and knock softly on the wooden door, letting you know it's me. Then I wait.

This is always scary time, not knowing if you're going to open up and let me in or refuse me.

I needn't have worried. A few seconds after I knock, I hear you shuffling to the door. And then the door opens, and you're standing in the threshold in your Star Wars boxers and a faded T-shirt with some American college insignia on it.

I drink in the beauty that is you before raising my eyes to your blue ones.

Before I can say a word, you step aside to allow me entrance. As soon as I am inside, you quietly shut the door and walk to the bed.

I walk over to the window and push aside the curtains to gaze out. The moon is still shining, uncovered by anything.

The bed creaks a little and I know you are laying down on it, waiting for me. I pull the curtains back on the string so they won't cover the window when I let go of them and then I turn.

Youre not watching me, youre staring at the ceiling. I wonder if there is anything up there that is so interesting so I follow your gaze up. Nothing. Just an ordinary white hotel ceiling.

I walk to the bed and climb onto it so I am laying beside you. Still you do not look to me.

I gently cup your face in my hands and turn it so you're forced to see me.

I press my lips onto your full ones. You do not respond back.

But I am not worried. You are never responsive at first.

I continue kissing you softly on your lips for a few minutes, still cupping your face, until I slide my hands onto your waist.

My kissing turns a little more passionate as I slip my fingers inside your boxers, just feeling your hipbone.

I slowly roll onto you so now we are nose to nose.

I rub my nose against yours teasingly before growing more sure of myself and sliding my hands downwards. I wrap my hand around your cock, slowly pumping it, as I watch your face. Your sapphires stare back at me. I can't read the expression in them.

I feel my hand growing damp with your pre-come so I slip both hands out of your boxers. I pull them down, past your hips and thighs, and then I reach for them and pull them all the way off, throwing them on the floor.

I turn to you again and kiss you once before pulling your shirt up. You sit up slightly to take it off with your own hands, before laying back down again and staring at me.

I bow my head onto your chest and kiss first one, then the other nipple. I suck on the left one, pulling it up with my teeth, before doing the same to the other. I can feel your groin harden more, through my pants. Your nipples are sensitive, as I quickly discovered while on the quest to pleasure your body. I move back to the left nipple and just lick it and then I lick your right nipple.

You moan quietly. I wish it were louder, but we can't let anyone know what were doing. If somebody were to hear you, maybe they would think you were pleasing yourself. I guess maybe it's good that youve never called my name when you climax.

Your nipples taken care of, I sit up and unbutton my shirt, tossing it to the floor. Then I unbutton my pants and let those fall, along with my own boxers.

I move back on top of you, straddling you now. I'm already hard, I don't have to stroke myself to fullness.

I kiss you harder, running my tongue along your mouth, begging for entrance. At last you comply, parting those luscious lips and I slip my tongue inside, allowing it to lick your teeth, the roof of your mouth, before meeting your tongue again.

I mate my tongue with yours, slowly and sensually, for long minutes. When I am forced to break away for a breath, I notice your lips, fuller than they normally are. A beautiful sight, just like the rest of you.

I lean slightly to the side to allow me access into the bedside table. As my hand searches for the lube in there, I feel the Bible and smile inwardly at that. Here we are, about to make love, and I feel a Bible. How...ironic? Is that the right word? I dropped out too soon to learn that. I could ask you sometime, you would probably know. Maybe I will.

Feeling it, I grasp it and lift it up to me. I undo the lid and squeeze some onto my palm. It's a new tube so I don't have to squeeze too hard. I set the lube on the nightstand next to us, not wanting to throw it down in case we need more tonight. Then I briskly rub my hands together, trying to warm it some, before reaching a finger down and feeling along your perineum to your hole. I slip one finger inside, carefully watching you for any reaction. Your face grimaces in pain as you bite your lip and close your eyes. I slide another finger in. I know it hurts, but if I don't do this, then it will even more when I am really inside you and the last thing I want is to hurt you.

I leave my fingers there, not moving them, until your face relaxes a bit. Then I slip them out and grab the lube, squeezing some more out and setting it back. I lube my cock up quickly and then position it against you.

I slowly push it in, frowning as I see the tears spilling out of your closed eyes. I know it hurts, but it will feel good soon. I take it slow, pushing an inch in and then resting before pushing more in. At last I'm fully in and marvel and the exquisiteness of being in you. I truly am all around you.

I wait until you look at least somewhat comfortable before beginning a slow rhythm. I gently wipe away the tears that have collected on your cheeks as I move in and out.

As I continue to thrust, I feel myself becoming more forceful as the pleasure increases. I reach one hand down and wrap it around your arousal, moving that hand in time with my thrusts. I bury my fingers of my other hand in your black silky long locks. So...beautiful...Oh...Oh yes.

I drive myself deeper into you and stiffen and then come, releasing my seed inside you. Seconds later, I feel my hand grow wet and know that you have come.

I collapse, exhausted, onto you. I'm trying to calm my heartbeat after this. You are crying again. I think it's tears of happiness. I look at you and finally your eyes are open again, focusing in on me. I kiss you softly. And finally, you kiss back. I wonder why but dare not ask and break the quiet. Indeed, silence is golden.

We kiss as we slowly re-enter our stratosphere and regain control of our breathing. After a while, I know I must stop so I ease out of you and end the kiss. I could never get enough of your kisses.

I slowly sit up and pull my boxers, my pants and my shirt back on.

Then I feel for my card to make sure its still in my pocket and walk to the door. As I open it, allowing the artificial light from the hall, I look back at you.

You're still laying there, now gazing at the ceiling again. As if you feel my eyes on you, you turn and look at me. I look back.

And then I pull the door closed and walk to my room.

Once inside, I strip and lay down between the sheets. Morning will be here soon, as much as I don't want it to. That means more looks exchanged. More teasing. It means you will be around others and I'll have to share you.

Maybe one day I won't have to. It could just be the two of us, in a beautiful house, with no one around to bother us. No bands, no wives. Just the two of us...

As I feel myself drift off, I realise that, had it not been for the light from the hall, I would not have been able to see you when I looked back. Sometime between making love and leaving, a cloud must have covered the moon again.

It is dark in my hotel room, the cloud must still be there.

I slowly close my eyes so now my world is completely dark. And I fall asleep...

~finis~
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