all i wanna do
It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while
I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to
So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well
We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note
I told him I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare
Just live in my memory, you'll always be there
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to
Oh, oooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love
Then it happened one day, we came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes
I said please, please understand
I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me
was the one little thing that you can
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Come on, say you will, you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too
All night long ...
David drove recklessly down the rainy, deserted highway. Thoughts racing through his mind: love, loyalty, truth, trust, disappointment, disillusion, betrayal… he knew the meaning to each word, but for the first time he was feeling them all in unison, wants battling needs. He wasn’t paying attention to the road until he saw the headlights skim over a pair of jean clad legs.
Slamming on the brakes he skidded to the shoulder just missing the figure standing on the side of the road. He forced himself to release the steering wheel, to open the door and to step out into the rainy night. Shaking profusely he released the breath he’d been holding. Slowly he looked up at the man he’d almost hit, trying to calm his erratic breathing, and slow his racing heart. He was average height, with a lean build, his long hair twisted into dreadlocks framing an androgynously beautiful face.
The soaking wet man ran a shaking hand through his long dreads, eyes wide, staring at the man who’d almost killed him.
“Whoa, that was close…” The dreadhead let out a shaky laugh, amazement coloring his voice.
Despite himself, David began to laugh too. A real laugh, not forced or fake. Just laughing in the moment. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, making him giddy and hyper. Taking another look he saw the backpack on the slim, muscular shoulders. He was dressed in a short sleeved, now soaked through, cotton t-shirt and slim fitting jeans.
“Yeah, hey man, are you going somewhere? Do you want a ride, or something?” David asked, “I mean, it’s the least I can do after almost killing you.” He chuckled, both amused and anxious at the situation he found himself in.
The younger man pondered it for a moment, adjusted his backpack, and grinned goofily. “Sure, I could use a ride, since you owe me and all.”
David gestured to the passenger door, hitting the unlock button on the panel of his open door, and the dreadhead sauntered over. They both climbed in, awkward silence taking over. David started the car pulling back onto the highway, the only sound was silent breathing and the consistent passing of the windshield wipers. Hoping to ease the uncomfortable environment, David leaned over and turned the radio on.
‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ blared through the speakers earning an adorable laugh from his passenger, he joined in, feeling blissfully happy and unburdened for the first time in a long time. Singing along at the top of their lungs, the boys giggled and imitated Britney Spears. David felt like the biggest dork in the world, but he was too happy to care.
When the song ended David looked over at his passenger who was still giggling delightedly, wiping tears out of his eyes. His breath caught as electric blue eyes gazed into his. Reminding himself to breathe, he flashed an amused grin to his beautiful passenger.
They were coming up to a little highway town, so they pulled in to fill up on gas. David stood at the pump while his tank filled and the dreadhead went into the station to grab a snack. David hummed happily to himself until his cell phone went off in his pocket. “All I wanna do is make love to you” The familiar ring tone sent chills down his spine and he quickly sent the call to voicemail without checking the caller.
“They were out of Coke, so I got you a Pepsi.” declared the mellow voice of his passenger. David plastered the familiar fake smile back on his face as he accepted his beverage, replacing the gas nozzle in its place. The boys climbed back in the car and rode in amiable silence for a few minutes, driving through the little town on their way back to the highway. David couldn’t help but notice his passengers wistful gaze as they passed a row of hotels.
“What I wouldn’t give for a night in a real bed…” he sighed dramatically, batting his lashes flirtatiously at David. Once again David’s breath caught in his throat, not quite believing that this beautiful boy was flirting with him. The passenger let out another wistful sigh, glancing at David from beneath his lashes.
David pulled the car into the parking lot of the last hotel on the road, putting it in park he gave the boy next to him an appraising stare, taking in the toned tan skin, the full pink lips, the not-quite-dry dreads, and those amazing eyes boring into his in lustful appreciation. David liked what he saw. His cell went off again, replaying the same song, symbolizing the same caller. He made up his mind stepping out of the car and casting a come hither look at his beautiful boy.
“How may I help you, Sir?” questioned the pretty blonde girl at the front desk.
“We need a room, please.” David replied, feeling a tad awkward. This wasn’t like the last time he had been here. But that didn’t matter now, he had to put these thoughts out of his head.
“How many rooms would you like?” Rita, as her nametag proclaimed, asked, looking at the dreadhead and back to him.
David hesitated. Maybe he’d misread the signals his passenger had been sending him.
“One, please.”
David relaxed and pulled out his credit card, flashing a seductive smile at the young man by his side. He paid for the room and accepted the keycard. They’d had a real key last time. But that didn’t matter now. This was now. Not then. He wasn’t paying attention, just following in the steps of the boy anxiously counting down the doors until they reached 148.
“Well, here we are.” The dreadhead said nervously. David surfaced from his memories, plastered the smile back on his face, and opened the door.
“After you.” David said, working to put the ghosts of ‘last time’ out of his mind. He followed him in, watching the seductive sway of slender hips. He could definitely do this. The best way to get over one person is to get under another, right? And David suddenly could not wait to get under this one.
The dreadhead pounced on the nearest bed, casting a seductive glance David’s way. He patted the bed next to him, flipping his dreads over his shoulder. David entered the room, closing the door behind him.
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‘All I wanna do is make love to you, One night of love is all we knew. All I wanna do is make love to you, say you will, you want me too’ David’s phone woke him at five o’clock the next morning, going to voicemail before he could reach it. He sat up rubbing his face, his whole body ached. A soft snore at his side reminded him why. David looked lovingly at the young man by his side. He didn’t even know his name.
David laughed to himself, he knew how this went, he knew the song. It was his ring tone for crying out loud. He gently extracted himself from the covers and the sweet boy he’d shared an amazing night with. Softly humming the melody to “All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You” as he pulled his jeans back on, cursing softly, under his breath as he searched for his left shoe. He found it under the second pair of jeans adorning the floor.
‘All I wanna do-’
“Hey Mike.” David whispered his greeting into the phone.
“Dave, where have you been?” The familiar Australian accent sent a shiver down his spine, he loved that voice so much. “I’ve been up all night worried about you! I’m so sorry, Dave…please come home.”
“No need to worry, I’m fine, I’m on my way home.” David whispered, flinching as the dreadhead stirred slightly in his sleep.
“I’m so sorry, Dave, I was a complete ass.” Michael lamented softly, sorrow staining his voice.
“It’s ok, Mike. We can talk when I get home, I love you.” David gently hung up the phone. He wasn’t lying when he said he loved Michael, but he didn’t regret last night either.
David sat himself in the chair by the desk as quietly as he could, the stupid chair squeaking loudly. He held his breath- the dreadhead continued his peaceful, exhausted sleep. David smiled to himself, memories of the previous night flooding his mind as he gazed at the angelic sleeping face.
He wrote the letter he knew by heart, no pun intended, chuckling to himself.
I am the flower, you are the seed
We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don’t try to find me, please don’t you dare
Just live in my memory, you’ll always be there.
~David
David placed the letter on the pillow next to his angel, gently pressing a kiss to the swollen pink lips. The sleeping boy sighed in satisfaction, bringing a smile to David’s face. He walked to the door, picking up his car keys on the way out, stopping to cast a lingering look at the sleeping figure in the bed. Time to go home and try to explain to Michael how he’d met and slept with an angel and that this was a good thing. Maybe someday he’d see his angel again, or maybe their version of the song ended here.