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"Oh, God!" Taylor was thrusting slowly, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back inside Scott. They were spooned, Scott in front of him, one leg draped over Taylor's thigh as he moved.

Scott was leaving tonight and it was the first thought in Taylor's mind as he woke up that morning, making his chest tight, his heart in anguish. It was why he didn't even let Scott up off the bed and he just held him tight, kissing his shoulder, his neck, cheek and lips, awkward thought the angle was. He couldn't let go, only tightening his hold as he kept moving, sliding in and out. "I'll miss you," he murmured, panting and moaning by Scott's ear.

"Oh. God." Scott's eyes were closed, fingers digging into the hollow of Taylor ass as he moved. "Taylor, God. I'm ... sitting for that long is going to be really hard, you know that right?" ( Since they'd, true to Taylor's word, hardly left the room the whole time they were in Africa except for when Taylor was shooting. )

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The sky was a bit cloudy, the weather cooler than New Orleans and Taylor was pacing right by the gate at the Tambo International Airport.

Scott was arriving, you see, and Taylor had been waiting for this day for weeks. Got that? ( Weeks! )

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So, South Africa was so different from New Orleans for sure. Taylor had the tour, tried the food, went out, all that, but still he was feeling bummed and incredibly lonely. In his rented room, lying on the sofa, he picked up his phone and dials Scott's number. It was late there. Taylor hoped his lover was not already asleep.

Well, he was, but that was because Scott was a morning person. But when the phone went and it was Taylor's ring, well, suffice to say that he woke up. "Hey," he grumbled into the phone. "Hi! Hi. Hi." He laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

There was a small sigh of relief when Taylor heard Scott's on the other line. He was awake and Taylor really, really, needed to hear him, at least this way, he felt that Scott was close. "They dyed my hair." ( Was his first gripe but he was smiling, grounded just by the sound of Scott's voice. )

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All the press and required media he had to do had put quite a damper on Scott and Taylor's relationship. He'd been so busy with interviews, junkets, photo shoots that they had barely time for each other. And God! There were suddenly media people, paparazzi, not a lot but some, camped near their home. They have started to follow Taylor around that he usually left ahead so that they wouldn't bother Scott at all. Shit. No one knew they were together and Taylor didn't think that they'd wanted anyone to find out anyway. They've not really talked about that at all.

Anyway, there they were, in the kitchen, sharing breakfast, Taylor with a scowl on his face, and that was rare. He's always, usually smiling. "Come with me," he started, looking at Scott from where he was toying with the large cup of a protein drink he usually had for breakfast (the kind Scott thought was gross). "To South Africa." Please.

"Taylor..." Scott sighed, looking over at that face. The scowl reminded him of Riggs, actually; it prompted a small, wistful smile. "If I come with you, everyone's going to wonder. I shouldn't. Plus my career...." Not that he didn't want to. Big difference. Honestly, he wanted to protect Taylor from all that. ( Read more... )

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"Everybody be quiet!" Scott shouted, laughing. "He'll be back in a second so shut up!"

What work this had been! He'd managed to get Kyle, Connie, Jesse, even Adrianne and Gaius to fly in for Taylor's birthday-- that took some planning! Then he'd had to send Taylor out for something and get everyone in as quickly as he could. He was already exhausted and the party hadn't even started! They were in the dark, all hiding in doorways and stuff and Scott could see Taylor coming up the walk. "Okay! Get ready."

When Taylor opened the doors, he flicked on the lights and everyone shouted, ( SURPRISE! )

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There were only a few boxes left to unpack, but Scott had NO idea what to do with them. None. Plus he knew where to find Taylor and if now wasn't a good time to interrupt him there never was. He was practically naked and sweaty. Hello.

Scott wandered (deliberately) into Taylor's home gym. He stared a little while before saying anything. God. "I have boxes I don't know what to do with," he finally said, eyes tracing over the lines of his lover's body, clad only in thin gym shorts. Scott himself wore a t-shirt and jeans and he wasn't a slouch by any means, but he wasn't ripped like Taylor was. ( Any suggestions? )

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So, Scott's learned, New Years in New Orleans (after Christmas with Taylor's family in Canada) is just like it is anywhere else. Don't ask him why he expected it to be different, but he did. But he's bundled up and standing as close to Taylor as he decently can as they wait for the little ball they have here, to lower. God, he's glad it's not as cold as it was in Canada. "I might need a check-up when we get back inside," he whispers, teasing, sounding just like he did in Canada. ( Make sure nothing valuable has fallen off. )