Over two hours gone, unable to get back.

He'd fallen asleep.

Asleep!

As glorious as it was to wake up to Justin beside him, (sleeping beside him wasn't terrible either) he'd completely forgotten Star, all alone, waiting.

'I have to go!'

'Toilet's...um num...over there.'

'No, I have to LEAVE!'

'I hate when you go, especially leaving me to run back with him.'

'Star's alright.'

'He's a too perky hippie. All that positive attitude and constant smiling, yargh, makes me want to knock his teeth out.'

'Great, you sound like my first boyfriend.'

'so you really ARE gonna check on him?' Justin yawned and stretched, his rested body magnificent despite the bruises.

'I HAVE to, he may be hurt, attacked, I don't know.'

'You wouldn't allow harm to come to him.'

'Without me there, it may have already.'

'I'll watch over him also.'

'Now you're being a kiss-arse.'

'No, I mean it. I hate sharing you but hey, I can't feel angry ALL the time at someone who never raises a fist to you.'

'Point taken.'

It was after a quick kiss, that they saw each other, atually LOOKED at the other with focused vision.

Justin wearing shredded jeans, sneakers and a holey white tee, sleeves torn off, covered over with a brown plaid shirt decorated with 'Unlucky 13' black cat face patches and lots of safety pins.

And Drew in jeans,boots and fitted yoga tee, chakra beads around his neck with a big shiny star pendant hanging from them.

Neither recognized the other now, right near in body but far apart in the others eyes.

Not milk at all, but still his chin and jaw were coated thickly with white flow.

'That was delightful.'

'As usual I did most of the work.'

'Lengthy moaning doesn't count.'

'Neither does going 'unh unh unh'.'

'In that case we're equals.' Wade propped himself up on one elbow, felt his unborn offspring again. 'But only this once.'

'Just once.'

'Precisely.'

'Then we go back to the same old days and nights of me being better than you.'

Wade coughed, scowl building up, then moved aside for a beaming grin to replace it.

Wonderful feeling his children.

Nicer still lying here with someone who loved him most, low iq and high volume nonwithstanding.

Heath nuzzled close as best he could resembling a small melon, busy fingers as well which complicated matters of not quite ready for a second round.

'Hey, wait a bit.'

'Ten?'

'Less.'

'Tramp.'

'You're included.'

'Thanks...I guess.'

'Our children.' Large hand remained over the mountain, feeling it shake. They really WERE dancing inside there.

'Yeahhhhh, our babies.'

'Try a nap?'

'I thought you were horny.'

'Aren't you?'

'We both are.'

'The next go around can wait. Let's rest.'

'Sounds cool.'

But neither could shut their eyes before the knock at the door began, frantic,persistant.

The urgent sound of one in trouble.