Baby, when I think about you
I think about love
Darlin', couldn't live without you
And your love

A single knock on the door. Two more rapid knocks, followed by three slow. He knew that signal anywhere. Water still evaporating on his back from the steamy shower, towel wrapped low around his hips, he crossed the room, opened the door, and allowed the only sunshine in his life to enter the room, quickly checking the hallway to make sure no one saw.

The embrace felt like the first time, the last time, and every time in between.

If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you
In the heavens
And feel it dying, dying all the way

Words weren't necessary. This wasn't about deep, meaningful conversation. It was all about blood, sweat, tears - and the growing hardness both of them felt pressing between their legs and each other. Blue eyes, darkened to a shade beyond navy by lust and need, begged him for a touch, a kiss, a caress. As he had always done, would always do, he acquiesced to the demand.

Well I feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
I feel like makin' love to you

Tongue snaking out, catching the droplets of water sliding down his bronzed chest. The taste of sweat and soap and just…HIM filled his mouth. The towel dropped to the floor, and he followed its path, resting on his knees in front of the pulsating cock before him. His view of the world around him was reduced to the single object of skin, muscle, and veins dancing in front of his eyes as he placed a reverent kiss on the tip before sucking it to the back of his throat.

Baby, if I think about you
I think about love and
Darlin, if I had to live without you
I live without love
And if I had the sun and moon
and they were shinin'
I would give you both night and day
Love satisfying

Chocolate eyes, glazed over by the enormity of love he felt at that moment stared down, watching the juncture between his groin and the talented mouth surrounding him. Heaven. Pure bliss. These were the things he felt. And they felt good. They felt wonderful. But this wasn't what he wanted at the moment. With a gentle nudge, he pulled that slice of heaven from his cock and dropped to the floor to join his lover. A smile, bright enough to light the darkest recesses of hell met him and a single question was asked: "What do you want, Dave?"

Well I feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
I feel like makin' love to you

Sneakers kicked off, t-shirt over the head, loose training pants all joined the towel on the floor as their lips met, crashing together like the waves meeting the shore. No inch of the younger man's body was left untouched. Face, neck, chest led to a swirling tongue on his belly, his hips, his quivering thighs. The briefest touch, a flicker of silver tongue stud over the wetness of his tip and he almost lost it. Bodies already in sync, they stood, moving the short distance to the bed that would be their ship of dreams, leading them to the promised land.

And if I had those golden dreams of my yesterday
I would wrap you
In the heavens
Feel it dying dying dying all the way

Slick fingers, warmed by the cherry-scented oil they both loved, slipped into him, stretching, stroking, preparing him for what was yet to come. Kisses. Touches. Whispered words. When the butterflies began to take flight in his stomach, when he could take no more, a single word was spoken: "Please."

And with the utmost tenderness, hardness slipped past the tight ring and landed deep inside him, moving slowly, gently, massaging the sensitive tissue to the point of blissful pleasure. The fireworks in their minds outshone even the most brilliant display known to man. Both men cried out, exclamations of love and undying devotion echoing from the walls. His belly was a masterpiece of white, pearly drops, licked clean by a loving tongue.

The rest of the world was forgotten as the lay in each other's arms. Love, sated lust, the synchronized beating of two hearts was the only thing that existed for them at the moment. So what if they had to sneak around, stealing pleasure behind closed doors - each knew what the other wanted and the rest of the world be damned. As long as they could have these moments, neither of them cared. It wasn't about words. It wasn't even about actions. It was all about a feeling.

Feel like makin'
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
Feel like makin' love
I feel like makin' love to you