Sometimes, the most stupid ideas are the best ones and disasters miraculously lead to the best things in life.

Our tour bus coming to an unexpected halt right there on the road in the middle of some Canadian forest stretching for miles in every direction was one such disaster. The damned bus proved to have some kind of an engine failure after several attempts of starting it again went unsuccessful. By the time our driver got inside to tell us to get dressed and get out we were all awake and Mike even got up and moved towards the kitchen, muttering curse words under his breath, his glasses crooked on his nose. Needless to say we weren't overly thrilled being forced to get up at 2:30 AM after having gone to sleep at 1 AM. I grabbed whatever clothes got into my hands first, got dressed mostly inside my bunk, cherishing its cozy warmth for as long as I could and working real hard trying to maneuver some pants on which didn't quite work, so I risked stumbling out only to collide with Rob putting on a shoe. This fucking night was getting worse, I thought, massaging the newly acquired bump on my head. Joe was muttering angrily about being unable to find his glasses while Mike proceeded to bang on the bathroom door several times before resorting to putting on his contacts right there in the corridor, which wasn't a pretty sight, mind you. Sometimes I was really glad that I'd gotten my own eyes fixed.

Some fifteen minutes later we were out, still pretty much asleep even as we were standing there listening to our driver droning about the intercooler and some mysterious hiss in the engine and whatever, all of us somewhat disheveled and judging by all the fidgeting done all but Phoenix, who'd taken over the bathroom earlier, desperately needing to pee. Bob and the other tour manager emerged from the other bus. They ignored us though and went to tell the drivers of the technicians' bus and the trucks with the equipment to move on since nothing overly dramatic had happened. I was starting to feel somewhat dumb, standing there like an idiot, my bladder killing me, as the other vehicles started to pass by us one by one and the mechanics we had with us crowded around our bus, discussing the intercooler matter animatedly.

"Ah, whatever..." I muttered under my breathe before heading towards the other side of our bus where nobody was in sight and finally proceeding to pee. Only then I realized I had no underwear on under my pants at all. Yeah, I'd known I had forgotten something.

Soon enough, the other guys joined me and Linkin Park peed happily at the side of the road. Getting significantly more comfortable with my bladder emptied I started to notice instead how cold it was and how an unbuttoned dress shirt over a wife beater wasn't really suitable clothing for the weather and didn't become one even after buttoning the shirt down.

The tour managers were back. Since the studio bus where they were sleeping too was still standing at the side of the road, waiting, its driver busy with picking our bus apart, I hoped they would tell us to get on that bus and be on our merry way. Too bad there wasn't going to be a show the next night and they decided there was no need to hurry anyway while the drivers managed to convince them they were all absolutely needed to repair our bus. Finally, Bob shrugged and told us we could come onto the studio bus if we were cold or anything and promptly headed back to its sleeping compartments, the other tour manager at his side. It was all too apparent we wouldn't be getting any sleep in there with that many people inside and on top of that we would have to stay mostly quiet taking into account that they had gone to sleep. The God knows how many following hours on the studio bus so didn't sound like fun. And then, the idea struck me.

"Let's have a campfire." I suggested out of the blue earning myself a few incredulous glances. "Come on, it'll be fun." I encouraged.

"Chester, I'm afraid it's prohibited to start random fires in the woods." Mike pointed out, rubbing his eyes with balled fists. He was always doing that and it was always creeping me out. Come on, you don't really need an entire fist to rub an eye, or at least I don't need one. But then again, his eyes are plain huge.

"You really think a rock star should be bothered by a stupid rule like that ?" I asked, puffing my lips. "There's no mess we couldn't get out of by giving out autographs and show tickets, is there, Rob ?"

Rob actually blushed. The cute waitresses' bulky boyfriend had surely been furious about Rob's hands taking liberties with her luscious curves. Faced with the immediate danger of our drummer's pretty face being permanently damaged Phoenix talked us out of the situation, pushing five tickets to our show the next night into the hands of the awestruck guy, going for the shock effect. Within the next three minutes we were out of the café and surrounded by guards, Rob's face frankly staying intact.

The point is though: I was getting more and more enthusiastic about my own idea and my enthusiasm is not something one should take lightly. Having long since realized that, Mike obediently followed me with a pained sigh as I headed into the woods at the side of the road. I've found a perfect clearing within minutes and started to drag dried fallen branches towards its center, forgetting all about the cold.

"How come you're so energetic in the middle of the night ?" Mike asked meekly, peeking up at the starry sky and the clear full moon serving as the only source of light.

"A man oughts to be energetic at night. At least sometimes, if you know what I mean." I answered, putting yet another log on top of the stack I'd managed to collect. I threw you in a few handfuls of dried grass and took out my lighter, looking at it critically. "I was actually a Boy Scout." I said conversationally before taking out my cigarettes, lighting one up and taking one wistful drag out of it before throwing it into the dried grass which gladly caught on fire right away.

"Yeah, I've heard about it."

"The singing by the fire thing. And the way girls' eyes went all soft on nights like this and they would let you do stuff and never demand explanations in the morning. That's been what got me in." I supplied. The fire was starting to spread over the wood, rendering the air around nicely warm. I plopped down on the grass, reaching for a long dried twig and putting its tip into the growing fire. Once it started to burn I took it out and stared at it, somewhat transfixed. The small fire on its way towards my hand.

This idea of mine was proving to be excellent. I always adored campfires when I was a kid.

Something warm landed on my shoulders before Mike knelt down next to me. I looked down at myself and saw that it was his jacket. He still had a pretty thick looking hoodie on so I figured it was okay to keep it.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"No problem. I can't have a singer of my band catch a cold before the show." He explained, smiling. The proximity of the fire rendered his naturally tanned skin almost coppery. I had to admit it was looking really nice.

"Heartless bastard." I muttered under my breath, wondering where the other guys were.

As if prompted, the four of them appeared at the edge of the clearing, carrying various things with them, the red reflexes of fire moving rapidly over their faces. Joe rolled out a yoga mat next to me before sitting down on it, ignoring my incredulous glance. Rob put down a six-pack of beer and Brad was actually carrying an acoustic guitar. He sat down right opposite me, the fire between us lighting up his afro in a fantastic way that made me snicker. By the time I realized Phoenix brought a pack of burgers and a knife and proceeded to start transforming some fallen branches into makeshift skewers I was right out laughing.

"What's so funny ?" Phi asked, mocking hurt. "We are supposed to have a campfire so roasting some food on skewers is in order. You should be happy we had those burgers in the fridge. I swear I would have brought carrots otherwise."

"Chester, don't laugh so hard. You'll fall into the fire." Joe warned in a serious tone, spraying a fly repellent all over himself and his mat.

"Hey, give me that." Mike's eyes suddenly lit up and he caught the repellent Joe threw his way without further questions with hands trembling with excitement.

"Mike, are you what ? twelve ? That's the oldest trick in the books."

Mike took my twig out of my hand and sprayed its burning tip with the repellent, the liquid sprayed in the air instantly catching on fire. Even as I was grumbling about him acting childish it looked so haunting. Especially the way the fire was reflected in his big dark eyes wide with youthful enthusiasm.

The six-pack of beer took a round around the fire, getting effectively reduced into a zero-pack on the way. We all took the first gulp simultaneously, enjoying the cold beer in silence for a while.

Phoenix downed his swiftly and got back to whittling the skewers, the burgers lying by his side right next to the fire having defrosted by this time. Brad put his beer down after a few gulps too and started to pluck disjointed notes on the guitar, looking up right at Mike expectantly as if he needed to ask him what he should play.

Mike shrugged. I passed the abandoned fly repellent back to Joe who shook it critically as if pondering how much of its contents was lost on Mike having fun.

Finally, Brad decided on a tune and started to play. It was some simple campfire song, but I couldn't remember having heard it ever before. It made Rob snicker though and within minutes Mike joined him with his laughter. Brad was smiling mischievously too. There, the high school friends were sharing an inside joke. I rolled my eyes. Strangely enough it irked me how Joe didn't seem to be bothered by that at all and Phoenix merely looked at them with amusement.

Because I felt like whacking Mike on his head, hard.

I chose to get wrapped more tightly in his jacket instead, subconsciously inhaling his scent it held deep into my nostrils. I so needed to check what cologne he had been using lately because it sure smelled nice.

"Brad, play something we all know." I said, finishing my beer in the meantime.

"Hmm..." Brad reached for his beer with one hand, drumming on the guitar's body with the fingers of the other, seemingly pondering what to play next. The light wind was ruffling his hair, making the afro move like a fucking living creature. I was actually afraid of my bandmate's hair. How bad was that ?

"Your hair is funny, dude." Mike vocalized my feelings as if on clue.

"I can still cut it though." Brad replied bluntly. "Your very face is funny, Mike. And you can't even do anything about it."

Joe snickered.

"Yeah ? Care to bet who has more female fans ?"

"Care to bet who looks more like Michelangelo's David ?"

"No way. That dude's ugly." Mike exclaimed animatedly. "I mean he has a great body but his face isn't all that attractive at all."

"Hmm... You've spent a long time studying him ?" Phoenix asked, finishing the sixth skewer too.

"I've always thought you had way too much fun in the art school what with studying the pretty pictures of perfect naked people." Brad continued with a mischevious smile.

"I think he has a small dick." I said, taking the skewer Phoenix passed to me and scowling when the package of defrosted burgers followed. The burger was cold, soaked and very much dead to the touch when I took it out to put it on the skewer. It was nice to hold it over the fire though, watching how the flames were licking at its surface cautiously.

"Who ?" Mike asked, looking at me strangely. In fact, everyone was staring at me as if they saw a ghost.

"David." I explained, scowling more. "You thought who I meant ?" I asked exasperatedly.

Brad put the guitar down, taking a skewer from Phoenix as well. The six burgers met in a circle over the fire, mirroring our position around it. Go figure, the next minute Joe's burger was pushing Mike's one out of the circle, attacking quite savagely. I elbowed Joe in his side, hard. He relented with a hiss. I felt warm inside when Mike's burger proceeded to perform some kind of a victory dance.

"You're cold ?" Mike asked, seeing me shiver as I looked up from the six burgers roasting in a circle and to the sky over the tops of the trees. It was quite some time since I last had a chance to just stare at a starry night sky in a remote place like this where the stars were sparkling so unbelievably brightly. Somehow, it really felt like a scout camp at that moment.

"Chester, your burger is burning." Joe pointed out.

Ah well, not like it was going to be edible anyway. I let it drop off the skewer and into the fire without a care before falling down on my back and proceeding to stare at the sky while lying down.

"He dropped dead ?" Phoenix asked as if he was asking about the weather.

"Yes, those burgers are our voodoo dolls and since his has burned, he's dead." Joe explained in a scary sounding voice.

"Hey, Chester, you're alive ?" Mike asked, shaking my shoulder.

"Leave me the fuck alone !" I screamed, sitting up briefly for my protest to sound any serious before falling back down into the grass covered in dew.

For a while, everyone was thankfully quiet, the breathing, the sizzling of roasting burgers and the crackling of fire being the only sounds. A star was falling. I searched for a wish in my mind frantically. And I smiled blissfully when I thought of one.

"I guess they won't get much better." Rob spoke up. I was still staring at the sky, but I figured they took the burgers out of the fire since the sizzling sound stopped.

"Fuck, those are actually nice."

The munching sounds followed. And my stomach chose that very moment to grumble.

Joe's evilly smiling face appeared in my direct line of vision, blocking the view of the sky.

"That's what you get for burning down innocent burgers." He said, wiggling his half-eaten burger right in front of my face before moving away swiftly before I could grab his hand.

I sat up, disgruntled. Of course, Mike offered to share his burger with me. Of course, I agreed. He let me rip off half his burger and I proceeded to munch on it, realizing myself how it didn't taste bad at all.

"Chester, you do realize you look like Mikey's girlfriend ?" Phoenix asked. "I mean, you're wearing his jacket. And he's sharing food with you. That's sooo sweet. You should kiss already."

I hurled an empty beer can at him, but the bastard ducked.

"A feisty one you've picked there." He commented, addressing Mike.

"I just like girls with a spirit." Mike answered, playing along. His arm went around my shoulders and dragged me closer to him. I scowled, even though another body warming my side might have been just what I wanted at that moment. The starry night, the immense woods, the fire and whatever wistful melody Brad decided to play on his guitar were surely setting up the perfect mood. I would've given a lot for having Tali by my side at this moment.

"You're making me feel homesick." I muttered, pushing Mike away.

He actually looked at me with concern shining in his eyes reflecting the sparkling fire. It was a sudden thought, just like making a campfire in the first place. A thought that I would actually like to stay alone with him here and stare into each other's eyes and proceed to...

I licked my lips before shaking my head to clear it. A single can of beer couldn't have gotten me drunk, even woken up abruptly in the middle of the night. What was I thinking ? A best friend, a male best friend, is by no means someone one should consider getting that intimate with, all jokes aside.

If only Tali could've been here...

I stood up and walked a short distance away before lighting up a cigarette, taking long drags to get some focus and get out from under the spell of the campfire I'd wanted myself in the first place. When I told Mike about girl's eyes turning soft earlier I wasn't joking though. It was a disgrace to spend the night after the campfire alone and as hopeless as I generally was as a teenager, I just wouldn't have that and on those nights, the girls actually just agreed.

The mood was overpowering.

I heard Mike laugh happily when Brad started to play Bleed It Out and the sound made my insides turn. Why was I suddenly getting so worked up over a guy with whom I'd been spending so much time for the past years ?

Fuck the campfires.

The pang of jealousy I felt when I got back and saw Mike laughing together with Rob was awful. I could feel Joe staring at me like a hawk too.

"What ?" I asked him, sounding harsher than I intended.

"Nothing." He said, putting his hands in the air to indicate his innocence I highly doubted.

I sat down in a new place, next to Mike and Rob. Brad ran a hand through his hair, his hand getting lost and entangled in the mass of curls for quite a while, before starting to play Valentine's Day.

"Fuck, what's that ? A soundcheck ? Stop playing our songs." I muttered.

"Who said I can play anything else ?" Brad joked before changing the tune quite smoothly into The Beatles' Yesterday.

A professional guitarist was right what that part of a campfire experience needed to blossom fully. It started with Mike humming the melody, but soon enough we were both singing in full voices, snickering every few lines and by the end Brad and Phi joined us too, dragging the technical accuracy of the vocals somewhat down, but making it all that much enjoyable. When I looked sideways at Joe, he was smiling blissfully, even though he wasn't singing with us. It was one of those moments when you feel truly connected to the people around you, whomever they might be.

For some unfathomable reason, Mike tackled me to the ground by the end of the song, his hands warmed by the fire sneaked under my clothes on my stomach and he started tickling me. I was laughing like a little kid, even though I'm not particularly ticklish, simply because it was such a funny and carefree thing to do.

"Have the decency to hide in the bushes at least." Phoenix said good-naturedly.

Mike's hands slipped out from under my clothes and he collapsed on the grass by me side. I heard his breath hitch as he took in the beauty of the night sky in this middle of nowhere.

"Awesome, isn't it ?" I heard Brad ask and I knew he meant just that sight. He wasn't playing anymore and in the silence that induced I could hear distant voices of the mechanics arguing over our bus. And even though I could hear them, they seemed so far away.

"A kind of place where you'd like to take every girl you've ever wanted, 'cause most would just give in." Rob mused aloud.

There had to be something not quite right about his current girlfriend, because he was sure thinking about other girls a lot. I agreed whole-heartedly with him on this though and as I sat up and looked down at Mike and caught the look in his eyes, which seemed downright inviting, I actually thought it might really happen, between the two of us, on that night, and with that thought the butterflies started to dance in my stomach so madly I felt sick.

"I guess it's time to head back." Brad pointed out, motioning to the fire dying down. He stood up and stretched his lanky limbs, his bones popping audibly.

Phoenix yawned widely.

"Yeah, sleep sounds good. Even on the couch in the studio bus." He remarked, before standing up too and starting to collect the empty beer cans and the plastic wrappings of the burgers.

Joe folded down his mat meticulously and tucked the fly repellent into his pocket.

Damn, how badly I didn't want this night to end.

Me, Mike and Rob stood up as well though and proceeded to dust off our clothes. We put out the fire the best we could and headed back towards the road with its lights and voices and the magic gone.

We went into the studio bus, attempting to stay as quiet as possible as everyone tried to get settled comfortably for the rest of the night. Phoenix and Brad took over the couches instantly, effectively occupying all the decent places to actually lie down. Joe rolled out his mat in the narrow space between the two couches, lied down too and said 'goodnight' demanding for us to turn off the light and get the fuck out of there already, which we did, having no other choice left. Rob went back out of the bus, heading towards the mechanics working on our bus. He always had a way with the people accompanying us on tours and spent a great deal of time listening to them complaining about their shitty ordinary lives, never saying much himself.

I was left alone with Mike with the tiny kitchen at our disposal. It was really hot inside of it too, but I still didn't feel like taking Mike's jacket off.

"Let's go back." He suggested, avoiding meeting my gaze, his hands playing with a not quite clean spoon he'd picked up from the counter.

I knew he meant the woods. I didn't know what he meant besides that. I simply nodded, not letting my hopes go overly up.

My throat was getting dry though as I followed him back into the woods, the giant trees' countless leaves whispering above us making my head spin. It was dark at the clearing. The fire went cold. The cozy place from earlier transformed into a mysterious one, smelling of danger. It was exactly how I remembered it, too, sneaking out with a girl into the woods surrounding the camp, her sweaty small hand clutching mine. It was darker too, with the full moon setting and hanging low over the horizon, its silver hue having changed to washed out sepia.

All my nerves and senses were on alert, a shiver creeping up my spine just because of the sounds and the humid smell of the woods at night.

I froze in my movements as Mike's hand, cold this time, landed at the nape of my neck. For a long time, we were just standing there and breathing, even as images of him were flashing in my mind. Him smiling at me the way no one else had ever had before, laughing when I told a lame joke or made an idiot out of myself, whispering encouraging words to me on stage even as he himself was shaking with nervousness, just being there even as Sam left me and my world proceeded to fall apart one more time. It was a potent moment, in which I realized with a perfect clarity how he was a more important part of my life than any woman had ever been. Our wives were really special to us, true, but they just weren't here, even as we needed someone maybe the most ever, we only had each other.

Mike's hand slid down my back in a chaste caress before travelling to my hip hesitantly.

"I've never..." He muttered and I could picture him blushing even though it was so dark my vision turned totally black and white, the yellow hue of the moon the only color left in the world.

It was so unreal when I turned around abruptly and kissed him, hard, catching him off guard with my demanding tongue and prying hands. It was the only way for me to keep my old demons at bay during sex, don't let the control slip out of my hands, at least not before I was blinded and rendered memory-less by pleasure. No girl had ever treated him like that before, I thought, pushing him to the ground with a growl. His hands continued to move over my hips in maddening soothing circles, but soon, as I continued to kiss him, probing his throat with my tongue, they grew bolder and moved down to my ass, exploring its curves boldly. I thought how my last consensual time with a male was years ago too while both me and the other guy were still teenagers and everything had been still clumsy and uncertain. Mike didn't seem uncertain, if nothing else, years of experience guiding him. I knew for a fact that Anna was quite a happy fellow when it came down to those matters or at least she was as long as he was around. Right now, I was on my merry way of taking him away from her but my head was spinning with desire so strongly I wouldn't have been able to feel guilty even if I wanted to.

I could feel him getting hard and starting to poke into my stomach and my body turned on fire, even despite the coldness of the night in the woods.

It was such a crazy thing to do, to fuck a bandmate in a clearing in the woods next to the road. It was my last truly conscious thought, before the thinking just went out the window as his hands sneaked under the clothes on my back.

"Don't even try..." I whispered feeling his muscles stretch before he would attempt to turn our positions around. I so didn't want to spoil this by freaking up and if I was not to he had to stay on his back and be a nice boy. I looked up briefly from kissing his neck, feeling his muscles go lax again. His eyes were staring up at the sky and looking just amazed, the pupils so wide in the darkness they took up almost all of his irises. I dropped my head back down to his neck. I was really getting into his scent, mixed with the humid air of the night.

His hands were starting to warm under my clothes, only his wedding ring still cold and boring into the skin of my back. I squinted my eyes, trying not to care and bit down on his collar bone, reveling in the muffled moan to try to get my mind off it. We were thousands miles away, all alone, nobody was ever going to know. And right now, I needed this more than anything else in the world.

I risked dropping my hand to his stomach and sneaking it under his shirt too. I tickled him with a mischevious smile and he didn't manage to stop his laugh. Unlike me, Mike was really ticklish and you could easily turn him completely breathless in seconds with that. I continued to scratch lightly on the skin of his stomach, smirking happily when he threw back his head laughing and unconsciously spread his legs, letting me settle between them. I actually wondered if one could give him an orgasm with just that.

"Chester, stop..." He uttered breathlessly, his hand pushing blindly on my shoulder, the other still lost under the clothes on my back.

"No." I refused stubbornly, gradually moving my hand up his chest. He stopped laughing, but his breathing hitched again when I tweaked his nipples. I let my weight drop down on him, so I could reach his neck with my mouth again. The hand on my back only pulled me closer, the other resting on my hip again. It was starting to get seriously warm in his thick jacket in his embrace. My hand skidded back down to the waistband of his cargo pants. I fiddled with the button blindly, my hand caught between our bodies having not quite enough space to maneuver it open. The zipper was easier. My mouth attached itself to the pulsing vein in his neck and I could feel how his pulse was becoming faster and more erratic. The hand on my back was still only pulling me closer though. I slid a hand inside his boxers, feeling him up down there and quite unable to stop a string of amazed obscenities that left my mouth. I actually feared that with him being half-Asian I shouldn't get my hopes up, but it seemed I was somewhat wrong.

His hand traveled down the inside of the back of my pants and stalled in its movements, encountering no underwear there at all.

"You're perverted."

"No. Just attempted to dress up woken up in the middle of the night." I muttered into his neck, my nose getting stuck in his beard. I sneezed audibly.

He hit me on the head, kind of hard. And his hand stayed there, his fingers entangling in my short hair turned all curly by sweat. It was definitely getting hot with his other hand taking liberties with my bare ass and him growing even bigger and harder under my hand. I maneuvered his erection out of his pants and lifted myself up off him so I could actually move, dropping a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I..." I managed out, catching my breath with difficulty. "...having done this for a kinda long while, so you got to be gentle. Or I'll be limping on stage tomorrow. And I will fucking tell them it's your fault, understand ?"

He actually started to laugh, the rumbling of his chest under me feeling wonderful.

"I can treat you like a real virgin, promise."

"You've ever had one ?" I found myself asking even though this position might not have been the best for conversations, getting right down to it. I squeezed his member briefly, effectively delaying his answer.

"Once..." He uttered in something that was more of a moan than a word.

"You've gotta tell me about that, later."

"Fuck, are you always that talkative during sex ?" He asked, sounding annoyed, but I silenced him with pumping on his member some more. Yeah, the control.

I liked the control. And I fucking missed it throughout years of having sex only with women.

I kissed him, getting back into the mood, but still unable to stop smiling like an idiot. I felt more downright childishly happy than aroused in some dark mysterious way. It was just so much fun, with him and the woods and the scout camp feeling of being a careless young boy again, just experimenting with a friend with no consequences in sight. It just felt so fresh compared to the sex of a married couple which was the only kind I'd been getting for the last years. He hissed when I squeezed him again, attempting to seem tough or whatever. He had his eyes closed and I reached down to peck him on his nose before starting to right out laugh happily.

"You're weird." He said, opening those large glassy eyes which looked at me with amusement sparking in them as well. But there was that softness to them too, one that made my heart tug with memories of maybe the best moments of my teenage years, when for brief moments human contact didn't mean pain and awkwardness and pretense for me.

I grabbed his wrist and took his hand out of my pants, proceeded to wipe it clean on the grass covered in dew surrounding us before moving it to my mouth. I searched my pants pockets frantically, wondering if those were the pants with the condom in the pocket at all. I mean, not like I was cheating on my wife, but one should stay prepared just in case. I fished the crumpled packet out finally and pushed it into Mike's other hand before going down with my mouth on his middle finger. For a really long while, he wasn't letting out a breath. Which let me know I was doing something right as I proceeded to suck on that finger, smiling mischievously around it. I thought how he looked as if the whole extent of what we were going to do was catching up with him only now. His hand started to tremble in my mouth even as I was steading it with mine. I just hoped whatever he was thinking he wouldn't back away now because that would have spoiled this night way worse than the worst sex we could possibly have.

"There there, if anybody should be afraid it's me. You're way too big down there. " I whispered with contempt right into his ear.

His hand obediently moved back to my backside on its own. My breath hitched as it found my entrance. It was really awkward to proceed with me still on top so I lied down with a sigh, kicking my pants down lower too.

"Come on already, I'll be all right." I encouraged him, rolling my eyes, because at that specific moment he felt like hesitating. He was a way too kind guy for his own good.

He kissed me first, having settled down on top of me and I could sense him clutching to some kind of routine to go on with that act, that started to seem impossible in his mind. I knew he realized I wasn't honestly worked up quite enough for this to go on with me completely happy about the course of events, but frankly, I didn't care. Not like I was doing it expecting this to be the best fuck of my life. I just wanted to be with someone on that night, preferably him and I wanted to let him know he didn't really have to try to deliver some god-like experience, but all those thoughts flew out of my head as he bent down and looked at my member quizzically before swallowing it down just like that.

When he whispered that `I've never...` he meant what exactly ? Because he damn sure knew how to give a blowjob or was an extremely fast learner. My hands crawled blindly at the grass, the stars dancing in front of my eyes. I was actually afraid I would come, astonished with his boldness and rendered mindless by the onslaught of sensations. But he withdrew just in time, his hand petting my stomach probably picking up on the uncontrollable spasms my muscles started to produce.

It was too bad he made me feel like this, because at this point I knew already I would feel wistful if this was to never happen ever again. I put my hands around his neck, pulling him close, getting lost in his warmth and his smell as his hand searched hesitantly for my opening.

I didn't feel afraid at all, maybe simply because it was him and it was absolutely unimaginable that he would attempt to consciously hurt me. It was as if some things in my life just hadn't happened or as if this was happening before they did with us being still kids and fooling around. The campfire in the woods, the roasted burgers, the singing together thing, the sex that could follow all of that was bound to be all about juvenile happiness. His fingers inside me didn't make me as uncomfortable as I thought they would. There was some uncertainty to his movements, letting me know that maybe indeed it was the first time he was doing that. He was probing deeper gradually though and reached my prostate in the end and suddenly way more stars than there were on the sky danced in front of my eyes as white hot pleasure burned its way through my veins up to my head, exploding in an enlightenment there.

My senses merged and became gloriously unaware of some things while picking up the others with an intensity of a drug induced stance and I didn't really feel pain as he entered me finally, even though I felt ripped in two halves inside and a brief image of blood pouring down my pale thighs in rivulets passed in front of my eyes, pushing some tears out of them. Mike's warm hand got them off my cheek. His breathing sounded so erratic I feared he would actually drop dead even before he starts to move. Our clothes were getting in the way a bit and some dry twigs were boring into my lower back as I was repeatedly pushed into the ground, but that didn't matter either. This howling sound I made when he hit my prostate full on for the first time astonished me. It fitted the woods at night time perfectly though. It was quicker than I'd like it to be then, not because of Mike, but because I came after three such strokes, his hand closed over the head of my member attempting to stop me from soiling all our clothes. All the clutching my internal muscles did as I came was impossible for him to withstand and he came too inside the condom, which was too bad really, because he needed to withdraw right away to take it off. I actually wished we were close enough for him to fuck me without it. Which was a stupid, stupid thought.

This should so stay a one-night stand, unless we wanted to compromise everything getting as caught up in each other as I imagined we would. He rolled off me, wiping his hand on the grass again, his breathing still incredibly fast.

"Sorry..." I offered meekly, rubbing on my eyes, which were closing on their own. I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right here on the grass and wake up with the first rays of sun warming up my skin in the morning.

"It was very much okay, by my standards." He said, rolling on his side and looking at me, a small smile on his face. A rivulet of sweat was running down his neck and I reached my hand to wipe it off, bring it to my lips and taste its saltiness.

"Mine too." I said, pushing myself up and pulling my pants up over my flaccid penis smeared with cum. My backside didn't feel that bad and I certainly wasn't going to limp at the next show. It was all win. I knew for a fact I would cherish the memories of that night for a long long time. It was getting lonely in my bunk sometimes after all.

"We're going back ?" He asked, standing up and fixing his clothes too. I swear I'd never seen that specific kind of a small smile that was playing at his lips right then. His eyes were still all soft when he looked down at me again, offering his hand to pull me up.

It was still sticky with my semen and it made my throat dry.

"You remember what I said about the girls ?" I asked, avoiding looking him in the eye. "The most awesome thing was that they never asked any questions in the morning." I said, before heading back towards the road, not looking back.

I heard him follow after a while, the silence between us not really amiable anymore. It had to be that way though. It was but a campfire in the woods and our lives were so much more. By the time we reached the side of the road the mechanics were sharing a six-pack of beer, celebrating having successfully repaired our bus. We moved on within minutes on our way to the next show. And I cherished the fact that as I went back to sleep in my own bunk I could still smell Mike all over myself. Nobody was going to know about though, not even him.

A/N:

Inspired randomly by a walk in the woods ^_^