Hot and Cold (one shot)
Title: Hot and Cold
Verse: NYC Kradam
author: cunningdeb
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Kris takes a bus to his new job in NYC and when a snowstorm prevents them from continuing, he and bus driver Adam keep each other warm.
Inspired by a bus driver I saw this afternoon. Looked like Daughtry, got me wondering about Adam as a bus driver.
NYC Kradam Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/69769.html
~~*~~
“But Kristopher, it’s three days before Christmas!”
“I’m sorry Mama but if I want the job, I have to leave today.”
“They have no heart if they insist on taking you away from your family during the holidays.”
“It’s not their hearts I’m concerned about; it’s the opportunities they’re giving me.” He took his winter coat off the hook by the door and slipped into it. “I have to get going. The bus will be by anytime.”
“And another thing. Why are you taking the bus?”
“You know why … I can’t afford the airfare and my pickup won’t make it out of the state, let alone to New York.”
“We can borrow ….”
“No.” He tied the scarf around his neck and grabbed one of his suitcases and guitar. “I’m not putting you in debt so I can spend one more day at home. Are you seeing me off at the end of the driveway or is this it?”
“We’re coming son,” his father replied, grabbing the other two cases.
Stepping outside the door, the cold air smacked him across the cheeks. Kris Allen had spent years pursuing his dream of being a singer, playing nights in a band as its singer/songwriter and his days writing jingles for a Little Rock ad agency. During a weekend gig in Nashville, a guy approached him and wanted to talk about his lyrics. When he found out Kris was in the advertising business, he revealed that he was too … in NYC … and said his boss was looking for some fresh blood. Kris sent him examples of his work when he got home and two weeks later, he received a call, offering him a job. Though it wasn’t a job singing, it was getting him to a place where he had more of a chance of making it.
When his parents found out he was leaving Arkansas, they insisted he come home for a visit and catch the bus in front of their house, located along a rural route where a bus would stop if you called ahead and paid cash for the fare. It had been an emotional, and at time trying, few days but as he stood on the side of the road, staring into the gray distance for the telltale headlines of a Greyhound, he realized for the first time how much he was really going to miss home.
The bus rumbled down the road and came to a crunchy stop on the shoulder. Kris was immediately enveloped in his Mama’s arms, leaving his Daddy to supervise the loading of his things and paying for his ride. He heard the hiss of the door opening and feet on the gravel. Voices conversed but he missed pretty much everything they said to each other until the end.
“You forgot to load his guitar case.”
“No sir, I’m taking it into the bus. It shouldn’t get bumped around; it’ll make it go out of tune.”
When he finally got on the bus, he kept his eyes down, not wanting to show a stranger that he’d been crying. Kris did, however, look up for a seat. There were three other passengers on board: some hippie guy at the very back by the washroom, a mother and baby in the middle. Spotting his precious guitar in the seat behind the driver, Kris took the other front seat.
The door closed and they were off.
The bus was quiet, except for the low sound of music coming from the driver’s area. Closing his eyes, Kris listened hard to distinguish the tune from the droning of wheels on the concrete. He almost gave up when the volume rose slightly and he could suddenly make out Led Zeppelin. Up to this point, he hadn’t really looked at the driver but the choice of music got him curious.
Even dressed in an unflattering uniform of dark pants, grey shirt and tie, the man inside the material was stunning. His dark hair was short on the sides and back and the bangs flopped casually over his forehead. Kris caught his face in the rear view mirror. He had the bluest eyes the young man had ever seen, a generous mouth, and a dusting of freckles on his lips. His hands gripping the steering wheel were large, strong, and Kris was pretty sure he spotted dark nail polish on his pinkie finger.
“Do you like classic rock? I figured if you played guitar, you might like to hear some music. I’d turn it up louder but ….”
The man’s voice was as enticing as his body.
“Yeah, yeah, I do. And, ah, thanks for bringing my guitar into the bus. Do you play?”
“No, never had the patience to learn. I sing though.”
“Really?”
“Yup. When I have time off, I sing in a band. I don’t plan on making this my career but you gotta make a living.”
“I know what you mean. I’m Kris, by the way.”
“Hi Kris … I’m Adam.”
It was an all night bus ride and the two men constantly about anything and nothing. Along the way, the other passengers were dropped off and no one new was picked up, leaving them alone. Snow began drifting down an hour after Kris had been picked up and was gradually getting heavier and heavier. By 10pm it was nearly a whiteout and Adam got on his radio, contacting the dispatch office.
“The weather’s gotten really bad … the windshield wipers are doin’ shit.”
Crackle crackle.
“I don’t think it’s safe to stay on the road.”
Crackle crackle.
“Okay, I’ll do that and keep in touch.”
Crackle crackle.
“You too. Bye.”
Adam leaned closer to the window, as if it would help him see better.
“What’s going on?” Kris asked, nerves jumping in his stomach.
“It’s too dangerous to stay on the road. Dispatch gave me permission to pull over and wait it out. I’m looking for somewhere … ah, I think I found something.”
The bus came to a stop in a parking lot. It was just them, a solitary light standard and lots of snow.
“I’m going to keep the lights and heat going but not all night.”
“All night?!”
“Kris, don’t panic. Yes, I think we’ll be here all night but I’ve got emergency supplies, there are blankets and I’ve got a backpack of water and snacks.”
“Don’t forget the toilet,” he joked, feeling a bit better.
“How could I forget the toilet? By morning, it should be over and if we can’t get move, at least the plows will be out.” Adam chewed his bottom lip, making Kris want to do that for him. “Sorry about this. I know you want to get to New York.”
“They’ll just have to understand. So, you said something about snacks?”
Adam flashed a smile bright enough to light the night sky and handed him the backpack. While Kris set out a buffet, Adam got on the radio and gave dispatch his co-ordinates. When that was done, he got out of his seat, took down some blankets from an overhead compartment and sat across from Kris.
They talked some more, Adam convinced Kris to take out his guitar and play for him. Kris sang first and then he convinced Adam to sing. He sounded unreal, like an angel. Eventually, they had to shut everything down so the battery wouldn’t get drained. Adam moved over to Kris’ side and covered the both of them with a blanket.
“Body heat,” he explained.
“Right … body heat.”
Both men were cold and tired and didn’t try to fight sleep when it descended on them. The only light was from the light standard and it was dim at best through the snow speckled windows. It was enough, though, to glow upon Adam’s face and Kris drifted off with a smile on his face.
Sometime later, he woke up. Groggily, he looked around. The wind was still howling outside and the front windshield was caked in snow. Adam’s head was on his shoulder, their sides pressed together. Kris moved his stiff legs and felt something fall into his lap … into his crotch actually. Adam’s hand rested heavy over his dick and Kris instantly felt himself getting hard. He looked at Adam, wondering how he would react if he woke up and found himself touching a man. Just then, Adam shifted and his hand squeezed. Kris groaned and Adam woke up. He seemed just as confused as Kris had been and when he realized where his hand was. Adam let go and began to move until Kris’ instinctively reached out and held him in place.
“Kris?” Adam whispered, chewing that adorable bottom lip again.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered back.
Adam smiled and stroked him slowly, “Okay.”
Kris closed his eyes, loosing himself in the feel of the hot hand on his dick. It had been so long since he’s been with anyone. He and his last boyfriend broke up months ago and the only action he’d been getting was self service. Adam popped the button on Kris’ jeans, lowered the zipper and slipped a hand beneath his underwear, skin finally on skin.
It wasn’t enough. Under the blanket, Kris reached out and found Adam’s lap. Once Kris had freed the other man, he found the cock hot and heavy and leaking. Forehead to forehead, they looked into each others eyes and said nothing, the only sounds their moans and gasps. Kris came first, quickly followed by Adam. Panting heavily, they continued to gaze at each other. Kris’ eyes lowered and he spotted the beads of sweat on Adam’s upper lip. All inhibitions gone, Kris leaned in and licked the sweat away before continuing his tongue over those lips and into that magnificent mouth. Adam caught Kris under the arms and lifted him into his lap until the smaller man straddled him. Hands and mouth roamed as their naked groins grinded together.
“Fuck me,” Kris demanded.
Adam stopped, catching his breath.
“You sure?”
“I wanna feel you inside … I want to ride you slow and sweet.”
“Okay, just let me,” he dug around in his pants pocket and took out a condom. “You never know,” he replied as Kris raised an eyebrow.
“You do this a lot?” Kris asked.
“No … just, you never know.”
Kris grabbed the waistbands of Adam’s pants and briefs and tugged them off his hips until they pooled around his ankles. He then turned around in the tight space and when his back was facing Adam, he dropped his own pants, baring his ass. Immediately large hands started kneading his cheeks and hot air blew over his hole.
Leaning over the barrier in front of him he gasped, “Oh fuck.”
“Soon … just gotta get you ready.”
Kris loved to bottom, even though he had a toppy personality sometimes. When he wanted something, he wasn’t shy about asking for it. One finger … two fingers … three fingers slipped inside, stretching and stroking him. Kris clung onto the barrier, his legs quaking under the anticipation.
“Will you just fuck me already? My ass is freezing.”
“It’s about to get hot.”
The sound of the condom wrapper ripping made Kris more determined. He started sitting down until he could feel Adam’s hard cock stroking against his entrance. Adam lined it up and slowly Kris sat down. The stretch burned, as he expected it would, and he stopped a few times to let his body adjust, until he sat right down on Adam’s lap, the hot cock buried deep inside.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Adam gasped, his hands sliding over Kris’ hips and lazily playing with his dick.
“And you’re so fuckin’ huge.” Grasping the barrier, he lifted himself slightly then with out warning let go and impaled himself.
Both men screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain.
“I … thought … you wanted … slow … and … s-sweet,” Adam groaned.
“First … fast and furious,” he slammed down again, “the-then slow … and … sweet.” He slammed down again.
“Baby … you’re … kill-killin me … ah … fuck.”
“St-stop?”
“Ungh … n-nooo … shit!”
Eventually, Kris’ arms gave out and he let Adam take over. The pace slowed down as their bodies rocked together. At some point, Kris wasn’t sure when, the seat had been lowered as far back as it could go. Kris braced his legs against the barrier as Adam’s body moved beneath him, making him whine and wiggle. A large hand circled his neglected cock again and stroked him until he smeared the barrier with come. Just as before, Adam came after him.
“Wow, that was so fuckin’ good,” Adam sighed.
“Y-Yeah. Feelin’ nice and toasty warm.”
Adam chuckled and hugged him, kissing his temple. They stayed like that until the goosebumps started to rise and they had to slip their clothes back on or freeze. Once the mess was cleaned up and all evidence buried away, they got back under their shared blanket and fell fast asleep.
Several hours later, they woke up to pounding on the bus door.
“Hey! Anyone in there?! Adam?!”
Quickly, Kris extricated himself from Adam’s arms, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“Adam?!”
“Hold on, I’m coming!”
Putting on his heavy coat, Adam opened the door and slipped outside. As a rush of cold air hit him, Kris realized it was morning and the sun was out. It was blinding in fact.
“Kris, get your stuff.”
“What?”
“The bus is snowed in. An SUV was sent to get us out. It’ll take you to the nearest terminal and you can catch the next bus.”
“Oh … sure … just, ah, give me a sec.”
Adam grabbed his few belongings.
“I’ll wait for you outside.”
So that was it. One hot night of sex in the middle of a blizzard and its goodbye. Logically, he knew this would be a one night stand but his heart kind of wished for more.
The ride to the next town was uncomfortable. Adam was sitting in the passenger seat, using the vehicle’s radio to contact his dispatcher. Kris sat in the back by himself with their bags. He ran his hand over Adam’s backpack, slipping his fingers into an open pocket. Kris pulled out the empty condom wrapper and immediately the memory of Adam’s huge cock filling him made him groan.
“You okay back there?” their rescuer asked.
“Just sore.” Adam coughed and Kris felt his face turning red. “Those bus seats weren’t very comfortable,” he rushed out
“Really? I find them pretty comfortable.”
When they got to the terminal, they only had a few minutes to say goodbye before Kris’ new bus left.
“Last night was …,” Kris said, letting the thought hang.
“It sure was. I know we just met but could I get your number. I’d, um, like to keep in touch … that is if you want to.”
“I so want to.”
Adam laughed and they exchanged phones, leaving their contact info.
“Can I come see you some time? I’ll be home the day before Christmas and I don’t go back on the road til after New Year’s.”
“Home?”
“Oh, did I forget to mention I live in Greenwich Village?”
Verse: NYC Kradam
author: cunningdeb
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Kris takes a bus to his new job in NYC and when a snowstorm prevents them from continuing, he and bus driver Adam keep each other warm.
Inspired by a bus driver I saw this afternoon. Looked like Daughtry, got me wondering about Adam as a bus driver.
NYC Kradam Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/69769.html
~~*~~
“But Kristopher, it’s three days before Christmas!”
“I’m sorry Mama but if I want the job, I have to leave today.”
“They have no heart if they insist on taking you away from your family during the holidays.”
“It’s not their hearts I’m concerned about; it’s the opportunities they’re giving me.” He took his winter coat off the hook by the door and slipped into it. “I have to get going. The bus will be by anytime.”
“And another thing. Why are you taking the bus?”
“You know why … I can’t afford the airfare and my pickup won’t make it out of the state, let alone to New York.”
“We can borrow ….”
“No.” He tied the scarf around his neck and grabbed one of his suitcases and guitar. “I’m not putting you in debt so I can spend one more day at home. Are you seeing me off at the end of the driveway or is this it?”
“We’re coming son,” his father replied, grabbing the other two cases.
Stepping outside the door, the cold air smacked him across the cheeks. Kris Allen had spent years pursuing his dream of being a singer, playing nights in a band as its singer/songwriter and his days writing jingles for a Little Rock ad agency. During a weekend gig in Nashville, a guy approached him and wanted to talk about his lyrics. When he found out Kris was in the advertising business, he revealed that he was too … in NYC … and said his boss was looking for some fresh blood. Kris sent him examples of his work when he got home and two weeks later, he received a call, offering him a job. Though it wasn’t a job singing, it was getting him to a place where he had more of a chance of making it.
When his parents found out he was leaving Arkansas, they insisted he come home for a visit and catch the bus in front of their house, located along a rural route where a bus would stop if you called ahead and paid cash for the fare. It had been an emotional, and at time trying, few days but as he stood on the side of the road, staring into the gray distance for the telltale headlines of a Greyhound, he realized for the first time how much he was really going to miss home.
The bus rumbled down the road and came to a crunchy stop on the shoulder. Kris was immediately enveloped in his Mama’s arms, leaving his Daddy to supervise the loading of his things and paying for his ride. He heard the hiss of the door opening and feet on the gravel. Voices conversed but he missed pretty much everything they said to each other until the end.
“You forgot to load his guitar case.”
“No sir, I’m taking it into the bus. It shouldn’t get bumped around; it’ll make it go out of tune.”
When he finally got on the bus, he kept his eyes down, not wanting to show a stranger that he’d been crying. Kris did, however, look up for a seat. There were three other passengers on board: some hippie guy at the very back by the washroom, a mother and baby in the middle. Spotting his precious guitar in the seat behind the driver, Kris took the other front seat.
The door closed and they were off.
The bus was quiet, except for the low sound of music coming from the driver’s area. Closing his eyes, Kris listened hard to distinguish the tune from the droning of wheels on the concrete. He almost gave up when the volume rose slightly and he could suddenly make out Led Zeppelin. Up to this point, he hadn’t really looked at the driver but the choice of music got him curious.
Even dressed in an unflattering uniform of dark pants, grey shirt and tie, the man inside the material was stunning. His dark hair was short on the sides and back and the bangs flopped casually over his forehead. Kris caught his face in the rear view mirror. He had the bluest eyes the young man had ever seen, a generous mouth, and a dusting of freckles on his lips. His hands gripping the steering wheel were large, strong, and Kris was pretty sure he spotted dark nail polish on his pinkie finger.
“Do you like classic rock? I figured if you played guitar, you might like to hear some music. I’d turn it up louder but ….”
The man’s voice was as enticing as his body.
“Yeah, yeah, I do. And, ah, thanks for bringing my guitar into the bus. Do you play?”
“No, never had the patience to learn. I sing though.”
“Really?”
“Yup. When I have time off, I sing in a band. I don’t plan on making this my career but you gotta make a living.”
“I know what you mean. I’m Kris, by the way.”
“Hi Kris … I’m Adam.”
It was an all night bus ride and the two men constantly about anything and nothing. Along the way, the other passengers were dropped off and no one new was picked up, leaving them alone. Snow began drifting down an hour after Kris had been picked up and was gradually getting heavier and heavier. By 10pm it was nearly a whiteout and Adam got on his radio, contacting the dispatch office.
“The weather’s gotten really bad … the windshield wipers are doin’ shit.”
Crackle crackle.
“I don’t think it’s safe to stay on the road.”
Crackle crackle.
“Okay, I’ll do that and keep in touch.”
Crackle crackle.
“You too. Bye.”
Adam leaned closer to the window, as if it would help him see better.
“What’s going on?” Kris asked, nerves jumping in his stomach.
“It’s too dangerous to stay on the road. Dispatch gave me permission to pull over and wait it out. I’m looking for somewhere … ah, I think I found something.”
The bus came to a stop in a parking lot. It was just them, a solitary light standard and lots of snow.
“I’m going to keep the lights and heat going but not all night.”
“All night?!”
“Kris, don’t panic. Yes, I think we’ll be here all night but I’ve got emergency supplies, there are blankets and I’ve got a backpack of water and snacks.”
“Don’t forget the toilet,” he joked, feeling a bit better.
“How could I forget the toilet? By morning, it should be over and if we can’t get move, at least the plows will be out.” Adam chewed his bottom lip, making Kris want to do that for him. “Sorry about this. I know you want to get to New York.”
“They’ll just have to understand. So, you said something about snacks?”
Adam flashed a smile bright enough to light the night sky and handed him the backpack. While Kris set out a buffet, Adam got on the radio and gave dispatch his co-ordinates. When that was done, he got out of his seat, took down some blankets from an overhead compartment and sat across from Kris.
They talked some more, Adam convinced Kris to take out his guitar and play for him. Kris sang first and then he convinced Adam to sing. He sounded unreal, like an angel. Eventually, they had to shut everything down so the battery wouldn’t get drained. Adam moved over to Kris’ side and covered the both of them with a blanket.
“Body heat,” he explained.
“Right … body heat.”
Both men were cold and tired and didn’t try to fight sleep when it descended on them. The only light was from the light standard and it was dim at best through the snow speckled windows. It was enough, though, to glow upon Adam’s face and Kris drifted off with a smile on his face.
Sometime later, he woke up. Groggily, he looked around. The wind was still howling outside and the front windshield was caked in snow. Adam’s head was on his shoulder, their sides pressed together. Kris moved his stiff legs and felt something fall into his lap … into his crotch actually. Adam’s hand rested heavy over his dick and Kris instantly felt himself getting hard. He looked at Adam, wondering how he would react if he woke up and found himself touching a man. Just then, Adam shifted and his hand squeezed. Kris groaned and Adam woke up. He seemed just as confused as Kris had been and when he realized where his hand was. Adam let go and began to move until Kris’ instinctively reached out and held him in place.
“Kris?” Adam whispered, chewing that adorable bottom lip again.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered back.
Adam smiled and stroked him slowly, “Okay.”
Kris closed his eyes, loosing himself in the feel of the hot hand on his dick. It had been so long since he’s been with anyone. He and his last boyfriend broke up months ago and the only action he’d been getting was self service. Adam popped the button on Kris’ jeans, lowered the zipper and slipped a hand beneath his underwear, skin finally on skin.
It wasn’t enough. Under the blanket, Kris reached out and found Adam’s lap. Once Kris had freed the other man, he found the cock hot and heavy and leaking. Forehead to forehead, they looked into each others eyes and said nothing, the only sounds their moans and gasps. Kris came first, quickly followed by Adam. Panting heavily, they continued to gaze at each other. Kris’ eyes lowered and he spotted the beads of sweat on Adam’s upper lip. All inhibitions gone, Kris leaned in and licked the sweat away before continuing his tongue over those lips and into that magnificent mouth. Adam caught Kris under the arms and lifted him into his lap until the smaller man straddled him. Hands and mouth roamed as their naked groins grinded together.
“Fuck me,” Kris demanded.
Adam stopped, catching his breath.
“You sure?”
“I wanna feel you inside … I want to ride you slow and sweet.”
“Okay, just let me,” he dug around in his pants pocket and took out a condom. “You never know,” he replied as Kris raised an eyebrow.
“You do this a lot?” Kris asked.
“No … just, you never know.”
Kris grabbed the waistbands of Adam’s pants and briefs and tugged them off his hips until they pooled around his ankles. He then turned around in the tight space and when his back was facing Adam, he dropped his own pants, baring his ass. Immediately large hands started kneading his cheeks and hot air blew over his hole.
Leaning over the barrier in front of him he gasped, “Oh fuck.”
“Soon … just gotta get you ready.”
Kris loved to bottom, even though he had a toppy personality sometimes. When he wanted something, he wasn’t shy about asking for it. One finger … two fingers … three fingers slipped inside, stretching and stroking him. Kris clung onto the barrier, his legs quaking under the anticipation.
“Will you just fuck me already? My ass is freezing.”
“It’s about to get hot.”
The sound of the condom wrapper ripping made Kris more determined. He started sitting down until he could feel Adam’s hard cock stroking against his entrance. Adam lined it up and slowly Kris sat down. The stretch burned, as he expected it would, and he stopped a few times to let his body adjust, until he sat right down on Adam’s lap, the hot cock buried deep inside.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Adam gasped, his hands sliding over Kris’ hips and lazily playing with his dick.
“And you’re so fuckin’ huge.” Grasping the barrier, he lifted himself slightly then with out warning let go and impaled himself.
Both men screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain.
“I … thought … you wanted … slow … and … s-sweet,” Adam groaned.
“First … fast and furious,” he slammed down again, “the-then slow … and … sweet.” He slammed down again.
“Baby … you’re … kill-killin me … ah … fuck.”
“St-stop?”
“Ungh … n-nooo … shit!”
Eventually, Kris’ arms gave out and he let Adam take over. The pace slowed down as their bodies rocked together. At some point, Kris wasn’t sure when, the seat had been lowered as far back as it could go. Kris braced his legs against the barrier as Adam’s body moved beneath him, making him whine and wiggle. A large hand circled his neglected cock again and stroked him until he smeared the barrier with come. Just as before, Adam came after him.
“Wow, that was so fuckin’ good,” Adam sighed.
“Y-Yeah. Feelin’ nice and toasty warm.”
Adam chuckled and hugged him, kissing his temple. They stayed like that until the goosebumps started to rise and they had to slip their clothes back on or freeze. Once the mess was cleaned up and all evidence buried away, they got back under their shared blanket and fell fast asleep.
Several hours later, they woke up to pounding on the bus door.
“Hey! Anyone in there?! Adam?!”
Quickly, Kris extricated himself from Adam’s arms, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
“Adam?!”
“Hold on, I’m coming!”
Putting on his heavy coat, Adam opened the door and slipped outside. As a rush of cold air hit him, Kris realized it was morning and the sun was out. It was blinding in fact.
“Kris, get your stuff.”
“What?”
“The bus is snowed in. An SUV was sent to get us out. It’ll take you to the nearest terminal and you can catch the next bus.”
“Oh … sure … just, ah, give me a sec.”
Adam grabbed his few belongings.
“I’ll wait for you outside.”
So that was it. One hot night of sex in the middle of a blizzard and its goodbye. Logically, he knew this would be a one night stand but his heart kind of wished for more.
The ride to the next town was uncomfortable. Adam was sitting in the passenger seat, using the vehicle’s radio to contact his dispatcher. Kris sat in the back by himself with their bags. He ran his hand over Adam’s backpack, slipping his fingers into an open pocket. Kris pulled out the empty condom wrapper and immediately the memory of Adam’s huge cock filling him made him groan.
“You okay back there?” their rescuer asked.
“Just sore.” Adam coughed and Kris felt his face turning red. “Those bus seats weren’t very comfortable,” he rushed out
“Really? I find them pretty comfortable.”
When they got to the terminal, they only had a few minutes to say goodbye before Kris’ new bus left.
“Last night was …,” Kris said, letting the thought hang.
“It sure was. I know we just met but could I get your number. I’d, um, like to keep in touch … that is if you want to.”
“I so want to.”
Adam laughed and they exchanged phones, leaving their contact info.
“Can I come see you some time? I’ll be home the day before Christmas and I don’t go back on the road til after New Year’s.”
“Home?”
“Oh, did I forget to mention I live in Greenwich Village?”