No More No More

Tom's Song

Stay in this moment for all the rest of time.  Too bad I'm not a singer, that would make a great song lyric.

        Joe removes his face from mine, staring into my eyes breathlessly.  I'm not sure when I moved from next to him to on top of him, but whatever.  "Whoa," he breathes.  I giggle, also breathless, wanting nothing more than to do it again.

        "Hey Joe!" Joey calls, laughing maniacally, swinging around the corner of the door.  "Need a bigger pair of pants?"  Tom starts chuckling, shoving Joey through the doorway.

        I glance down and... Oh God. I climb off of Joe, and he moves in his seat––um––adjusting his pants.

        "Christ, man," Brad says covering his eyes.  "We can see it all the way over here!"  Joey laughs harder, causing Tom and Brad and even me to laugh.  Joe chuckles nervously.

        Joey starts singing a snappy tune, snapping his fingers.  "Says she'll go for nothing... 'Cept for my big ten inch!"

        Steven steps in behind him, joining the chortles and giggles at Joey's 'joke' about the song.  He sees me and Joe and immediately stops, realizing who Joey was 'singing' about.  His face becomes rock hard, and he says, "Record of a band that plays the blues.  It's about a record, dumbass."

        Joey tries to defend himself.  "Yeah, I know... I was just messin––"

        Steven pushes past him, marching to the bedroom.  We stare silently at door, listening to the slamming of drawers.  Steven returns, storming through the living room.  He shoves the bag that he grabbed into his sock, and tramps through the crowd at the door, who had parted so as not to face his wrath.  He slams the door behind him, yelling out a very loud, very long, very frustrated, "FU-U-U-U-UCK!!" once he was in the hallway.

     Joe looks apologetically at me, but he need not feel sorry.  I grin evilly.  Steven's jealous.  Jealous.  How perfect!  My next action surprises Tom, Joey, Brad and especially Joe.

        I kiss him again.

       Joe's surprise melts away as he kisses me back.

        "Yo, earth to Joe!"Joey yells, throwing a pillow at us.

        "This doesn't mean I have to sleep on the floor out here again, does it?" Tom groans.

        Joe pulls away, leaving his forehead pressed to mine.  He speaks to Tom, though.  "Not yet," Joe chuckles.

        Not yet.

        Joe kisses me one final time before leaping up to turn off the record so that the boys could watch TV.  When he joins me back on the couch, I nuzzle in to him, resting my head on his chest.  He kisses the top of my head and for the first time in a while, I feel content.

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The band goes out to finish recording (or at least try to finish) this morning.  They left early; I wasn't quite awake yet.  I thought I was alone when I woke up.

        I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and made myself a cup of tea, then lounged back on the couch.  "Who are you?"  I jumped at the unexpected voice.  Who the fu––

      I look around, panicked.  Sitting in the chair that Steven usually uses is the redhead.  My eyes narrow.  Steven must've come back last night.  "I'd like to ask you the same question."  I didn't try to sound that rude.