Page 10 of Home on the Road

His face would brighten, his eyes sparkling, his lips slowly spreading in a sexy smile as his cock filled and pushed at the front of his jeans. When Ziggy picked up his pace and got close enough, Harry would sweep him into a long, strong hug and then kiss him. At the man’s touch, the rest of Ziggy’s fucked up world would disappear and it would be only the two of them in a bubble for the next several hours.

After spending the rest of the day cleaning out the truck of Harry’s clothes and belongings, and then wiping everything down to prepare it for the next three week run, they turned their attention to the bedrooms that were, as Sam put it, all fucked up, from whoever it was who had broken in.

Dinner was a meal that Sam had cooked. The man had slept most of the afternoon, but seemed more together as they sat down to eat. Ziggy smiled at his plate, quite happy to eat food that he had not prepared.

Not sure if he should act like a houseguest, or an employee, Ziggy cleared the table and started washing dishes. Harry shooed him away, telling him to go sit on the porch and relax, that he would take care of everything. Ziggy sat and rocked and found himself jolting awake when Harry touched his arm.

“Why don’t you head upstairs and get some sleep,” Harry suggested softly.

“Okay,” Ziggy said on a wide yawn.

And here he was, hours later, still wide awake and not sure what to do. While he did not want to wake anyone, he alsodid not want to be alone. As he watched the fan spin round and round, he called himself every kind of fool for putting a four-week restriction on the furthering of his relationship with Harry.

He wanted to be with the man. He wanted to sleep curled up beside him after a hot, sweaty bout of the best sex of his life. He wanted to wake the man up by sucking his cock to life and then to orgasm. He just wanted to be with the man who had taken control of his heart on his second visit to the truck stop.

Not sure whether Harry would welcome him or not, Ziggy rolled out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt with his boxers. Without thinking too much about what he was going to do, he left his bedroom and walked to the door just down the hall, hoping Sam was a deep sleeper and would not wake up as Ziggy moved around the house.

Ziggy stopped just outside Harry’s room, suddenly unsure. Yes, he wanted to crawl in with Harry and hopefully find the sleep that was so elusive, but also wasn’t sure if throwing out the four-week no-sex rule was such a good idea.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to turn around. He had to be stronger than this. He had to prove to Harry, and himself, that he was able to maintain their agreement, even if he hated every second of the next four weeks.

Instead of sneaking into Harry’s room, Ziggy forced himself to walk down the narrow staircase just outside his room which led directly to the kitchen. Once there, he turned on the light over the stove, which provided enough light to see across the room. He opened several cupboards before he found a coffee mug. A visit to the refrigerator for the milk and he settled at the kitchen table. He hoped it would settle him enough that he could go back to upstairs to his room and get some sleep.

He had just filled his mug when he heard footsteps on the stairs. A moment later, Harry entered the room, looking delightfully rumpled wearing only a pair of lightweight pajamapants.

“Oh,” he said when he saw Ziggy sitting at the table. “Are you okay?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I thought some milk might help. How about you?”

“Same,” Harry said.

He then went to a cupboard Ziggy had not looked in and pulled out a tall glass. He then went to another cupboard and pulled out a package of cookies. Sitting down across the table, Harry poured it half full then drank deeply.

Ziggy giggled when the man let out a loud burp when he lowered the glass to the table. Instead of commenting, he took a drink of his own milk, closing his eyes as he drank. Reaching for the package, he tried not to make a face at the store-bought cookies. He would have to see about making some in the next day or two.

“Want to talk about it?” Harry asked, keeping his tone just above a whisper.

Ziggy shook his head without speaking and took another sip of his milk.

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Though he wanted to press Ziggy for answers, Harry held his tongue. Partly because it was the middle of the night and he did not want to hear that Ziggy had changed his mind about joining the company and wanting to go home. But mostly because if he shared, then Harry would be forced to reciprocate. And he did not want to pressure the man on the first night of their twenty-eight nights of celibacy.

So, he kept his mouth shut and drank his milk.

Nothing more was said until Ziggy started yawning every minute or so. It was apparent he was going to try and stay awake to keep Harry company. And that was not good for the man who had to be well past exhausted.

“Time for you to head upstairs,” Harry took Ziggy’s mug and his own cup and carried them to the sink. He filled them with water and left them.

Ziggy was still at the table when he turned back, looking like a zombie. Harry rounded the table. “Come on, Z-man. Let’s go to bed.”

“Okay,” Ziggy breathed as he rose from the table.

Harry held out his hand, surprised when Ziggy laid his in it. Lacing their fingers together, Harry led the way upstairs. Neither man spoke until they reached Brogan’s room.

“I think I made a mistake,” Ziggy whispered as Harry pushed the door open.

“A mistake?”

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