chris

20 years. 20 years and then some is how long we'd been doing this crazy rock star shit.

The moment I met you, I knew i needed you. Not just your body, not just your mind, I needed your soul, needed to consume it and have it melt into my own. That way, even if we were apart, I could just look inside of myself and you'd be there.

And we're apart a lot. Sometimes months without even speaking on the phone. It's the nature of the beast called the music industry, and neither of us seem to want to leave.

But every once in a blue moon, I get to feel your skin against mine, and it's like a fire is lit inside of me.

I'm awake, because I never sleep. You know this. I can see the sunrise from the window, casting warm light against your tanned skin. It makes the grey in your beard shimmer. Did you ever think we'd live to see our 40s, when we were two horny kids hopped up on drugs and booze and stupid dreams?

You're still naked from last night, and its too damn humid to sleep with blankets. I don't know how you can stand the weather here in April, but then again, the ocean is as clear and as blue as your eyes, so I guess it's a give and take. "Why the hell would I go to Hawaii when everyone else is there," you always say. Can't argue with you there. It felt like we were the only ones in this little strip of beach town, which turned out to be a positive, because, Ed, my love, you are stillvery vocal after all these years.

I lazily stroke my fingers down the outline of your hip, my cock stirring as I remember the night before. Of you squirming below me, still so needy, still so desperate for me inside you, begging outloud, "please, please Chris, it's been too fucking long, please, I need it."

Every time I slip my cock inside your tight heat, always feels like the first time. Like I'm 26 again, and we're fucked up on a tour bus that smells like weed and sweat. The moan of relief that leaves your still full lips, is the same as it's always been, and it melts my spine whenever I hear it.

You stir next to me, letting out a sleepy whimper, as if you're still dreaming. Are you dreaming of me, the way i dream of you all the time? I move closer to you, my erection brushing your back side as I move my hand to the front of your stomach, down to brush the sensitive skin just above your crotch. We aren't young and wiry anymore, but I can still feel your tight muscles tensing under my touch - thanks to the fact that you can't stop surfing on your spare time. How dare you make me jealous of the ocean.

My hand ghosts over your length and I feel it twitch and come to life. I tease it with the lightest touches, until you're rolling over towards me, your hand coming up to find my face and bring me closer to your mouth before you kiss me lazily. I wrap my hand around you, now fully hard, and stroke you softly, making you moan into the kiss. You break away and finally open your eyes.

"Well good morning to you too." You whispered against my lips, bucking your hips into my fist, trying to get more friction. Never any patience, like always.

I say nothing, just kiss you again, deep and possessive. You grind your hips back, feeling how hard i am for you, the feeling making my breath hitch. I never knew I could need someone like this.

"Need you, Eddie," i barely bring myself to say into your curly hair - so happy that it's long again. You smell like the sea, and I wish i could just drown in you.

"Fuck me, Chris," you whimper, wiggling against my throbbing cock as I begin stroking you faster. I move my hand to your backside, squeezing one of your ass cheeks, trying to leave marks that you'll feel on the plane ride home. Then I move my fingers to your opening - still loose and wet from the night before and I curse under my breath.

"Still so loose from my cock," I growl into your shoulder, biting down on the tanned skin there.

"You fucked me so good last night, baby," you answer, throwing your head back o

It's then you reach back behind you and guide my erection to your hole. I lift your leg by the back of the knee for easier access before I plunge inside in one deep thrust.

We both groan, it's hard not to. Being inside you is still the best drug I've ever tried - the way you clench and twitch around my cock, the heat that travels up my body down to my toes is intoxicating. Almost immediately you're grinding back, meeting each of my thrusts like a beautiful ballet that we've perfected over the last 20 years - quiet, "Ah, Ah, ahs" coming from your lips. I love to see your face like this, completely lost in pleasure, eyes shut, neck exposed as your head tilts back. Your hand comes down to stroke yourself, and i bury my face in your shoulder, thrusting hard and fast.

"Please...please," you beg like a mantra, turning your head towards me, blindly searching for my mouth.

With a subtle shift of my hips, you cry out obscenely and I know I've hit your spot. I k ow your body, Inside and out, like the back of my own hand.

"Right there baby?" I whisper huskily into your ear. Your walls clench around me in response and I find myself unable to hold back my own moan.

"Yes, Chris...oh fuck, yes-" you practically scream, your hand pumping yourself even faster, your hips grinding back even more urgently than before.

"That's right, scream for me," I say, inhaling your scent again, pounding into your prostate with all i have in me. "Tell me how much you love this." It sounds cruel, like i want you debase yourself for my amusement, but the truth is, I need to know. Need to know that you need me as much as I need you. Need to know that this obsession isn't just one sided.

"I fucking love this, I love your cock and how deep and hard you fuck me." You manage to choke out. "I love you, all of you, always."

"Fuck, Eddie-" I practically sob as I pull you even closer, my orgasm catching me off guard as I empty myself in your tight heat. I barely register that you're coming too, over your own fist with a sob, milking every last drop from me.

We both come down from our respective highs, panting and boneless.

You turn towards me at last, your eyes bright like the ocean, even as there are wrinkles at the edges now. You brush a curl out of my face before you kiss me, and my heart nearly explodes.