Randy sat immobile, staring at the closed garage door as he listened to the quiet tick of the car's engine. The long drive from the airport always left him weary. But that wasn't the reason he hadn't bothered pulling into his side of the double garage.

Lately, even the most mundane of activities seemed to require far too much energy. And in his current frame of mind it was just a whole lot easier to leave the car just where it was.

With exaggerated slowness he reached across and grabbed his bag. Then he opened the door and carefully unfolded his lanky frame from the driver's seat. He'd come to hate those first few moments when he arrived home alone. Knowing that every room would be dark....the milk had probably gone bad, and facing the realization that the only sounds he would hear would be the one's he made.

It was with a certain amount of pride that he'd seen Chris off on the latest leg of his Fozzy tour. Just seeing the excitement if his eyes and hearing the joy in his voice as he talked about heading back home to Canada, made voicing even the tiniest complaint seem nearly unreasonable. But that didn't make it any easier to come home.

Of course he could have gone back to St. Louis with his Dad. That invitation was always open. But as much as he loved his father and valued everything he'd taught him, after a few days with him this total silence was almost welcome.

His key slid into the lock easily and the door closed softly behind him. He had just set down his bag to stretch his back when he stopped...his arms raised over his head like a giant bird about to take flight. On the table was a scattering of paper. There were opened envelopes, magazines hastily glanced through and tossed aside and the usual collection of junk mail. But what held his gaze was a pair of wire framed reading glasses dropped casually on top of the pile. And not just any glasses. HIS glasses.

Without realizing it, a wide grin lit up his face as he pumped his fist like a man who'd just won the lottery.

"Yes!"

And without hesitation he took the stairs two at a time.

He could hear him humming from halfway down the hall. But when he stepped into their room, Chris was nowhere to be seen. He turned slowly, his eyes scanning each corner when suddenly he was impaled by a blonde torpedo. The force of the hit sent the air rushing from Randy's lungs and sent them both sprawling back on to the bed.

When the stars cleared, Randy looked up into a grinning face.

Chris, straddled across his waist, placed a hand on either side of his dark head.

"Come on...tell me that you missed me."

"Right now the only thing I'm missing is oxygen," Randy managed to pant. But the smile on his face was a dead giveaway.

Chris leaned forward, his lips curling into a wry grin. "Oh really? Well let me make a little confession then."

And before Randy could respond Chris quickly brought his head down and barely brushed his lips across the younger man's waiting mouth.

"I missed you......a lot."

It wasn't even a real kiss. More like the sensation of a warm breeze caressing his lips. Randy found himself still struggling for breath. But only in part because of Chris' flying attack.

Every part of his body was now fully awake. The weariness of his long trip and the weight of his loneliness had suddenly lifted.

He felt weightless.

The hands that hand been resting at his sides now slid slowly upward until they were gently holding Chris' face. He could think of a thousand things he wanted to say...and another thousand reasons to simply keep still.

Silence won out as he brought Chris' mouth down to his again. This time for a proper....hungry.....God how I've missed you, kind of kiss.

It seemed to go on forever. Tongues swirling...wrapped together in a perfect dance. Randy's hands moving...slowly, but adeptly. Unbuttoning a shirt. Undoing jeans. Until all he could feel beneath his fingers was warm, inviting skin.

The kiss finally broke and Chris pulled back smiling, his eyes still glassy.

"I knew you missed me."

Randy only snorted in response and began the sensuous task of removing his own clothes. And with a little assistance he managed to wriggle free of his garments the way a snake sheds it's skin.

Very little actual movement, but with spectacular results.

Now Chris was the one on his back as Randy loomed over him, a triumphant smile warming his face.

"I want you, you know."

Chris tilted his head, a smooth tongue wetting his lips.

"I want you too. But....."

Randy laughed softly. His heart was overjoyed that the one person in the world he wanted more than the air that he breathed was finally back in his arms. But it was also filled with a strange sense of wonder.

He'd been missed.

Now that was something new.

New.....but something he could definitely get used to.

"OK," he sighed with fake exaggeration. "I missed you too."

Then Chris wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and pulled him close until it seemed like every inch of their bodies were melded together.

"Oh shut up and kiss me."



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