Sierra Nevada (XXX)

17

Tomorrow?

"Uh?" I looked at him like he had completely lost his mind. Then kissed him again. "Neither. And. I am awake silly. You caught me off guard with that stunt."

"Caught you off guard? I'm not sure how much English your friend used at first. I think she tried to say five different things at once at first. I know. I know. I shouldn't be such an ass, but it was really very cute. She loves you very much you know?"

"I know. I am very lucky. And now when I do see her, she's gonna kill me."

"Well, that makes me very unlucky now doesn't it?"

"Yes, you bratty little boy. What did she say to you?"

"Well, that's between me and her now isn't it?" He stuck his tongue out at me and danced away before I could hit him. I chased him around the camp, laughing all the way.

"You are such a little brat!"

"I know." He stopped. He caught me as I ran into him, he stuck his bottom lip out and pouted at me and then blew a raspberry in my face. "Maybe, if I'm such a brat you should punish me. Do I get a spanking now?"

"Do you want one?" I asked in all seriousness.

"Can I think about it?" He said as he stole a kiss.

"Don't think too hard."

"Ha ha, I won't." He pulled me to him again and wrapped his long arms around me. I felt warm and safe right there. I never wanted to leave. He kissed the top of my head and brushed my hair back with his hands, running his fingers through it. "I don't want this to end." He held on tight. I snuggled closer into him.

"Me either."

We stood wrapped in each other until the fire died down and our feet were numb. He added a log or two to the fire and covered it. Then without a word, we retired to the tent. We stripped down and curled up in the sleeping bags. I was very tired. I must have been. I was asleep within moments. He let me sleep. I woke up later still tangled in him. His breathing was smooth and even so I just listened to it and the sound of his heart beating. He started to stir and mumble in his sleep. I was grateful that he was just mumbling. I thought to wake him, but I didn't want to be rude. I certainly wasn't going to talk to him while he was mumbling in his sleep. I moved to slip out of his arms and he pull me back to him.

"Don't go," he whined, "I love you." I figured there was no way in hell he was actually talking to me. The words 'no way' slipped out of my mouth.

"Yes, way." I heard him say. He followed it with my name and a gentle kiss on my forehead. "I'd kiss your nose to but it's dark and I don't want to hurt you. How long have you been awake?"

"I lose track of time when I'm with you." I tilted my head up and kissed his bearded chin. He met me halfway and our lips touched. I don't know if he was waiting to hear those words returned to him or not. I tried to say them, but they got caught in my throat and came out as an incoherent garbled slurred of words. He seemed to understand. He nodded and then pulled me fully to him and pressed his lips to mine until we started moving them in unison. His hands found every sensitive spot they could on my body as mine searched for all of his. We kissed and snuggled until our lips were swollen and our bodies hot and ready.

"How old are you?"

"You know how old I am. Why?"

"You would think you were 19 or something." I bit his lip playfully and he laughed when my meaning dawned on him.

"I don't want you to forget about me."

"That isn't even remotely possible." I smothered his retort with a scorching kiss as I gently rolled him to his back and straddled him. I trapped his erection between my body and his and lined him up. He was so swollen. "Does that hurt?"

"What hurt?" I reached down and touched him. He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. "No." He squeaked. "It doesn't right now. If it stays like that for too long and I don't release, it can hurt a little. But the pain goes away once it is not so full anymore."

"It is beautiful. You're beautiful. I don't think I will ever tire of looking at you, listening to the sound of your voice or hearing your words when you decide to share them." My voice wavered as I spoke. I couldn't say the words to him, those three not so little words, but I had a million more that meant the same thing. I felt his hands soft and warm on my wrists then hips and shoulders as he pulled me back down over him. He was so warm and safe. He kissed me tenderly and held on tight.

"I know." He whispered between kisses. Our passion swelled. He found his way into me again and the world around us just faded away. All that mattered in the universe lay below me and between my legs. He worked in the core of me and held me closer than I had ever been held before.

I lay, sweaty and satiated on his chest, living in the bliss he had given me, thinking to myself how special and important he was to me. I had wanted so much to just say 'I love you' when he said it to me. It was just three little words. Why couldn't I say them to him? I did love him. Honestly loved him before and legit loved him then, so why? Why couldn't I give him those words?

I felt his voice before I heard it. "So, what will you be doing in LA and when will you be there?" Wow, this man had a way with words.

"I will be meeting Jonna for two of your shows."

"Yeah?!" I expected him to be upset, he was excited. "Which two? Do you girls want to come backstage and meet everyone? How long will you be in LA? Will Jonna be mad at me if I steal you for a little? Why don't you come to all of the shows?" His heart was racing and his speech wasn't far behind.

"Whoa, whoa Tonto. Slow it down now. One question at a time okay?"

"Okay." He pouted.

"The first and the last. We have VIP for the first one. You don't have to do that for us. Everyone? About two weeks. Shouldn't you focus on your tour? Not that I don't want to hang out with you in your other environment, because Yes. I. Do. I'm not sure. I'll miss her. Hell, I miss her now. But I am sure she wouldn't mind making time for us both. I would love that, but I don't want to freeload off you or the band. I would love to have a job to do or something. But maybe not. It's not why I feel the way I do about you. That's confusing. Can I get back to you on that last one?"

"Yes." He kissed me again. He was so patient.

"So VIP is going to awkward. It's going to be very difficult not to just slip my tongue down your throat in front of everybody. Will I see you between when we leave here and then?" It was a legitimate question and yet I struggled with the answer. I wanted to see him, be with him in a bed and a bathroom, perhaps the living room and kitchen too, but I had so much to do and he had to get ready for the tour. I felt the tears fall before I could answer. My heart sank.

"No?" He didn't move. He didn't breathe for a long moment.

"I want to," I whispered softly. "But you live and work out of LA. I don't. I have work to do in Oregon before I can come to California and I don't think you can get away to come and see me. The most I can do right now is fly in the day before I am to meet Jonna."

"Well, that will have to do." He was hurt. I could feel it, hear it in his voice. I snuggled closer to him. He pulled me tight.

"I feel the way you do for me for you."

"I know." He kissed my forehead gently. "Go back to sleep, Love"

I tried but found it impossible, so I just clung to him like there would be no tomorrow. He clung to me just as tightly.