I get it now. "The worldís a little brighter when youíre in love." It doesnít seem to weigh as much either.
I woke up right at the sun was starting to rise. Smiling. I hugged Tracie a little closer and kissed her eyelids, "Wake up, beautiful. This is the best part of the beach. Besides you."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I got goosebumps. "I do love you."
No choice but to kiss her, "I love you, too. I want you to see the sunrise." I got out of bed and pulled her up. I wrapped the sheet around us as we headed out on the balcony and sat down on the lounge chair with her in my lap. She laid on top of me with her head on my chest, both of us watching the sun rise above the water. This was great. I think Iím going to like being in love. I sighed.
Tracie kissed my chest, "Are you gonna turn into some big mushy lovestruck sort of boyfriend?"
I laughed, "I think Iím gonna have my moments. You ok with that?"
"I might like that." She moved her head down just enough to lick at my nipple.
"Oh god, I like that." She kept it up. Not attacking me, but just laying with her head on me lazily licking and sucking me. Like she would keep this up all day.
"I notice one part of you that hasnít gone all mushy on me." Her hand drifted down and latched onto that part. I ran my hands up and down her back a few times before settling on her hips. I raised her a little and she guided me inside her. She whimpered softly as I filled her, but never stopped licking me.
Thatís how we made love this morning. Both of us watching the sun rise as our bodies moved together slowly. I came, then moved my hand between us until she lay shaking in my arms.
I think I love the beach. Not nearly as much as I love him. What have I gotten myself into? I know all the pressure he feels from the group, the fans, management. Iíve been right there beside him, but now Iíve dropped myself right into the middle of it. Itíll be ok. Not so different. I was already in the middle anyway. Now I just get to take enourmous piles of shit for being not just his friend. I wonder how long before I get my own website, or a nice death threat. Ok, Iím kinda back to "what have I gotten myself into". Shit, but look at him. Heís laying right here, eyes closed with this peaceful look on his face. As peaceful as he gets anyway. His hair is getting pretty long, and he looks kind of evil. I like that. A lot. Heís got this way of holding me, of touching me that makes me feel so good. Heís a great friend and despite how much I rag on him about being the "dad" of the group, the perfectionist . . . there is comfort in that. You know heís gonna bust his ass to make everything all right. To take care of things. To take care of us. Never underestimate the power of trusting that someone else feels as strongly about keeping it together as you do. Itís amazing.
We headed home that afternoon. He even let me drive the new car! He kicked back and relaxed. I reached over and played in his hair, "What about Brian?"
"Mmm, I was just thinking about that. I guess Iíll talk to him when we get back. See what the fuck is going on. Then Nick. Then figure out how they can talk this through without Nick busting his face."
"No small job in front of you." I laughed.
He shook his head, "I know. Iím very disappointed in Brian. I canít imagine what he was thinking. I know what he was thinking with. That seems to be genetic."
I reached between his legs, "Lucky me."
He smiled and laid his head back, "Itís all a matter of persepective whoís the lucky one in this couple."
"Iíll leg wrestle you for it. Naked."
"Pretty sure youíd win. Us naked, you wrapping one leg around mine, in the air. I look down, perfect view. Yep, you win."
I carried our bag inside then went over to Brianís house. He answered quickly, "Damn, you look like hell." His lip and eye were swollen and bruised.
"Frack is stronger than he used to be."
"Yeah, well, he was madder than he used to be, too." I walked in and sat on the couch.
"Iím sorry. I fucked up. Iíve been up all night trying to figure out how to apologize. I gave up trying to figure out why I did what I did. I canít come up with anything. Thinking with my dick maybe?"
I laughed, "I told Tracie that was genetic. You two need to sit and talk it out. No hitting. When heís ready."
"Yeah, I know. Heís not gonna trust me again, is he?"
"Why should he? Bri, I canít believe this. I realize it was both of you, and that Pam is a manipulative little bitch, but you should have known better. You always sided with her. I didnít know how much. I figure youíre gonna have to prove yourself to all of us. If you would risk that friendship with Nick for a lay, what would it take to betray one of us?" I was being brutally honest. I didnít trust him. I wasnít worried about him fucking my girlfriend. I trust her. And Iíd kill him if he tried.
"Kev, Iíd never betray you guys."
I got in his face, "Brian, you did! You betrayed Nickís trust and love. Donít say you wouldnít. You did."
He sat back and dropped his head into his hands, "Youíre right. I did. I fucked everything up."
I sighed, "Yeah, you did. Next week we all fly to LA for a week of promo shit. We have to get it together by then. You two need to find a way to co-exist. At least be able to look like friends and you get rid of the bruises. Do you heal fast?" Lecture over. He knows heís got some work to do. Time for me to let him do it.
"I donít know. Never been beat up before."
I hugged him, "Bri, I love you. Stupid asshole that you are."
"Thanks, Kev. Iíll make it up to you all."
"Damn, right. Iím going home to Nickís now. Hope he doesnít deck me for being related to you."
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