Birds In Your Garden: Chapter 2
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"Little moody, isn't he?" Jana asked as she followed behind Nick off stage.

"Kevin," Nick grumbled, taking the end of the towel from around his neck and wiping his face.

"Nick, we weren't doing anything," Jana said gently. "It's not like we can't do it in our sleep. We got a case of the giggles. Shoot us!" she teased, nudging him.

"Someone could shoot him," Nick joked lightly, rolling his eyes.

"That would work too." She nodded in agreement. "Any idea what his problem is?"

"I exist," Nick said easily.

"Oh, Nick!" she pouted. "That's awful!"

"He loses patience, sometimes, that's all. I'm usually the one that seems to make him do it." He shrugged easily as they continued towards the group area.

"He's an old married man," she teased. "You're still a young pup in love."

"Oh," Nick chuckled. "So it's just jealousy, then, right?"

"Exactly!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "Feel better?"

"Oh, yeah, much," he said with an appreciative smile, tossing his arm around her shoulder and giving her a quick squeeze.

"Do you want me to go beat him up for you?" she teased, pinching his chin in her fingers and pouting.

"It's best to leave Kevin alone when he's in a mood like this," Nick warned her, shaking his head slowly in her grip.

"Oh, you're no fun!" She grinned with a wink.

"No, really, Jana," he said, this time pulling away and shaking his head seriously. "It's really not a good idea to bug him when he's like this. I speak from experience."

"Life lessons learned, little man, huh?" she giggled.

"The hard way," he admitted sheepishly.

"So," she said, biting her lower lip in amusement and crossing her arms, "is this where you tell me about the silly string lesson?"

"No," he said with a smile and strolled off towards his bus.

"Loser!" she laughed after him, but decided to head towards Kevin's bus anyway. She wiped her face with her towel and knocked at the door, calling inside. She took a step up and peered in, seeing him on his cell phone. He glanced over and waved her inside, muttering into the phone. She came inside and sat across from him.

"Yeah, well…I just wanted to check in, babe," he said, averting his eyes from Jana, but curious to see if she'd react. "I'll talk to you later. Love you. Bye."

"Feeling better?" Jana asked, stretching her legs out in front of her.

"What do you mean?" he snapped, tossing the cell phone onto the cushion beside him and glaring at her.

"That. Exactly that," she said, motioning to him with a lift of her hand. "What's that about, Kevy?"

"Don't call me Kevy," he said with a shake of his head. She dropped her shoulders and sighed at him. "What? I don't like being called 'Kevy'. Is that some kind of sin against nature now?"

"Why are you acting like this?" she asked, her eyes squinting slightly in wonder.

"Like what?" he asked, opening his hands before him and dropping them to his thighs. "What am I doing?"

"What are you snapping at?" she questioned. "What was that out there?" She motioned towards the door.

"Are you referring to you and Nick wasting time?" he antagonized, pointing to the door, too.

"I'm referring to Nick and I having some fun," she said. "Remember that? Fun? Kicking back? Laughing? Not taking everything that comes to you like it's a life or death situation? Why can't you just chill out on occasion, Kevin?"

"Because we have too much to do to kick back and chill out, Jana! In case you haven't noticed!" He leaned forward, glaring at her.

"Right," she said with a nod, "because now it's imperative that you sit and sulk on your tour bus for the next eight hours before the show starts, right?"

"Jana, just leave me alone, would you?" he groused.

"What is your problem, Kevin? When did you learn to stop having fun and be so damn serious all the time?"

"When I grew up, Jana! In case you haven't noticed, I'm not eighteen anymore!"

"You're not ninety either!" she grumbled. "Shit, Kevin! Look where you are!" She lifted her hands up and motioned around. "Would you look at what you're doing? Why can't you just have fun with it now and then?"

"Oh, knock it off, Jana!" He turned his head and exhaled heavily. "Go flirt with Nick."

She sat back and her mouth dropped open. "You've got to be kidding me!" She exclaimed as Kevin turned to look at her. "Is that it?" Her eyes widened, and his eyes slanted in annoyance. "Oh my God, that's it! I was flirting with Nick!"

"Jana, I've had enough," he announced, lifting his hands.

"Hate to be the one to break the news to you, Kevy, you're fucking married. Nick's involved, and we were just having some fun! I'm not tackling him on the stage and fucking his brains out!"

"Jana…" he said stiffly.

"Give it a rest, Kevin," she grumbled, standing up. "Get over yourself. God knows I have."

He stood up, grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply. His tongue parted her lips, exploring her mouth hungrily until he had to pull away to catch his breath. He peered down to Jana, standing in shock with a tear slipping down her cheek. "You fuck," she whispered before heading out.

He headed quickly towards the door but stepped back when Jana turned around and stormed back up. She punched his chest, forcing him to take a step back with tears in her eyes. "What gives you the right, Kevin?" she yelled. "Who do you think you are?"

"Listen, Jana…" he started.

"You walk away without a word, Kevin! You come back and don't even try to see me! Then you go off again and become some rich and famous guy? Do you know? Do you have any idea? My entire life has been plagued by you! You're on the radio! You're on the TV! You're in the fucking papers! Every time I see someone I know, do you know what they talk about? You! Every holiday I go home I get the jovial teasing about how I let the 'rich and famous pop star' slip through my fingers and whatever happened anyway? Like I'm holding back some deep, dark secret from them! You shit!" She punched him several times more. "And then I decide that it's not going to matter to see you again because you're so in love with your wife, but you turn around and do this to me? Like I haven't suffered enough? Now I have to be taunted by this? What gives you the fucking right, Kevin?"

Before she could punch him again, he grabbed her hands and pulled them down to her sides, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. He lowered his head slightly and placed gentle kisses in her hair, rubbing her back gently, shushing her quietly. "I know," he whispered. "I know…"

She reached around and punched his back weakly. "No, you don't," she whined, her fists flattening against his back to grab onto his shirt tightly. "You broke my heart," she moaned weakly. "This wasn't supposed to happen, damn it! You were supposed to be happily married, and I was supposed to not give a shit anymore!"

"I know," he answered her with a whisper, kissing her hair again, still running his hands along her back and closing his eyes tightly, relishing how it felt to hold her so close.

She pulled back slightly to look up at him, wanting to step away and slap him. Instead, he placed his hands on either side of her face and leaned down, kissing each cheek slowly before finding her mouth again in a tender kiss. Her hand broke free to slide up his chest and neck to settle at the base of his jaw.

As he broke the kiss, he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, running his thumbs gently over her cheeks. "This is such a mistake," she mumbled, also closing her eyes.

"I know," he answered, kissing her again in quick, soft kisses.

"It's going to get messy," she continued between kisses.

"I know," he agreed quietly.

"You know what you're doing?" she asked, pulling from him slightly.

"Not a single clue," he admitted, shaking his head against her, keeping his eyes closed.

"Hey, Kev…Oh…uh…sorry…" Howie's head popped up from the steps and he stopped. Jana jumped back and Kevin merely lifted his head slowly to look towards the door. "I'll come back."

"What it is, Howie?" Kevin asked quietly.

"We're just taking lunch orders," he said looking between them. "Not important."

"I'm not hungry," Kevin said, placing his hands on his hips, keeping a calm expression, looking at Howie. "Catch you later, 'kay?"

"Okay," Howie nodded, "sure."

Howie walked back out and Kevin went over to close the door, turning from the head of the bus to look at her. "We shouldn't be doing this," Jana said quietly, feeling her heart beating in her throat.

"We're just trying to figure out what to do," Kevin said, taking another step closer. "We haven't really done anything."

"Can you really lie that well?" she asked, dropping to sit on the couch and putting her head in her hands, trembling.

"No," he answered, resting down on one knee in front of her and taking her hands in his, peering up to her.

"What's Howie going to think?" she asked, looking to him nervously.

Kevin barely shook his head. "Nothing," he answered, reaching up to place a strand of hair behind her ear. "He's a good friend. He's not going to say a word. Besides, what did he see?"

She sat back slightly. "You can't tell me that looked innocent."

"Shhh," he said, reaching to pull her to him, holding her tightly. "He knows there's history. Everyone here knows there's history. For all they know, we could just be sorting things out, finally."

"Is that what we're doing?" she questioned, pulling back from him. "Because I know for sure that I haven't the slightest clue what I'm doing here with you."

"What do you want to do, Jan?" he asked, caressing her face with his hand.

"Everything I shouldn't," she replied, barely whispering, leaning close to kiss him again, slipping her hands to the back of his neck and intertwining her fingers in his hair. He rose up between her legs to his knees and leaned her back on the cushions, pressing his body against her and placing his hands on either side of her face again. With more kisses, his hands slid down her torso, resting on the bare skin exposed by her half top and lowered his lips to her neck. His hands moved to the outside of her thighs and his head lowered to kiss her belly before he lifted his head back up to her mouth, exploring her mouth again with his tongue.

He pulled back and stood up, stretching out his hand for hers and walked backwards towards the bed, keeping his eyes intently on her as she followed. At the end of the bed, he sat down and drew her closer, leaning back on the mattress as she placed her knees on either side of him and straddled him, bending over to kiss him as he ran his hands down her spine and pulled her against him. He held the back of the lyrca top and began pulling it over her head, letting it fall to the floor once she squirmed her way out. She ran her hands up his smooth, muscular chest beneath the tank top he was wearing and he sat up to let her pull it over his head.

She dipped her head to kiss his throat and shoulders, running her hands along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin on her fingertips and palms, listening to his breath heavy in her ears. He reached back and began to tug at the lycra sports bra, and once again, she pulled back to let him pull it off. With her hands still raised, his lips sought out her breast, sucking gently on her hardened nipples before rolling her over onto her back to place quick, gentle kisses across her chest and belly.

He stepped to the floor and slid the lycra shorts and her panties off and stepped between her legs, beginning to kiss her chest again. Her hands buried into his hair as he moved lower, licking the soft flesh on her thighs before tasting the wetness between her legs, causing her to let out a swift, high pitched moan in pleasure. Her hips lifted from the mattress as he sucked harder, making her moan and sigh more deeply until her hands clenched tightly in his hair as she came.

He began to kiss her thighs again, slowly making his way back up to her belly, gently nipping and licking her skin, finding her breasts. One hand pinched her nipple gently while his mouth sucked the other as she laid with the pleasure still streaming through her body. Her hands ran up and down the smoothness of his back, reaching slightly to place her hands over the curve of his butt and press him against her, feeling the stiffness against her through the black jeans he was still wearing. He lifted his hips for her to unbutton the fly and he stepped back again, this time to rummage through a drawer, still wearing his jeans, the top left unbuttoned.

He came back to her moments later, sitting on the side of the bed to tug at the pants. She came behind him, running her hand along his chest, down his firm stomach, kissing his ear, neck and shoulder until he freed himself and laid back on the mattress. She slid her hand into his, taking the condom from him and shifted down to begin teasing his stiffness as she rolled it on him. She climbed on top of him, reaching between her legs to guide his tip slowly into her. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against the mattress, shifting his hips up off the mattress, moving deeper inside her with a low groan. He reached up to hold her hips, guiding her back down against him, quickening his pace with each thrust and dropped his chin to look at her face intently. He bit his lower lip, swallowing heavily in his quickened breaths, watching as she grinned down to him briefly before biting her lips together and dropping her head back.

He couldn't contain the building pleasure any longer and he drove his hips against her, grunting quickly as he came. His hips froze off the mattress and he thrust a few short times, still deep within her before he dropped to the mattress, pulling her down on top of him, panting heavily in her ear and closing his eyes with exhaustion.

"I definitely should have tried harder in high school," he whispered playfully, holding her more tightly.

"You wouldn't have had to try much harder," she informed him, settling her cheek against his shoulder, feeling his chest rise and fall against her own. She could feel his fingertips slip along her spine in a whisper's touch, sending chills down her spine until she moved off him to lay next to him. He sat up for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before disposing the used condom in the bathroom trash, and came back to slip beneath the blankets next to her. He held her in his arms tenderly, placing quick, soft kisses on her face and smiled to her.

"We…"

She put her fingers over his mouth, and he kissed them. "Don't," she said, shaking her head.

"Okay," he agreed, as she moved her hand away to rest against his chest.

They didn't speak for a long time, each of them merely caressing the skin under their palms slowly. She lifted her head up and rested it in her palm. Stretching alongside of him before a slow playful grin spread across her face. "For the record?" she started.

He lifted his eyes to her and returned a lazy smile. "Hmm?"

"Next time, we're flavoring the tattoos," she said, stretching her hand down to his hip.

"Okay," he chuckled, "what flavor?"

"I think…" she started, running her fingers over one, "one should be salt."

"Mmm, hmmm," he grinned, feeling himself begin to stiffen with her touch.

"And the other should be lemon." She slid her hand to the other hip.

"And why those flavors?" he asked, his hand tangling into her hair as she lowered herself, kissing his stomach.

"Lick," she said, licking one of them. "Slam," she teased, licking the length of his shaft. "Suck," she finished, pressing her lips against the other tattoo, pulling at the skin with her lips firmly. She lifted her head and grinned to him, attempting to slide back up.

"And what do you think you're doing?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow to her.

"What?" she asked innocently with a shake of her head.

"Please don't tell me you're going to be a tease," he said, shifting his hips against her.

She giggled, reaching down to stroke his erection lightly. "I'm not a tease, I'm a flirt, remember?" He dropped his head down into the pillow with a low groan in mock misery. "Besides, Mr. Richardson, I don't see a spare raincoat laying around."

"If that's what's holding you back?" he asked, lifting his head. "I can fix that."

"If you fix that," she said, stroking him, "I can fix this."

Birds In Your Garden: Chapter 2
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