Overnight on the Coast Starlight

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Natives of the west coast usually have a right to be smug about their weather. The climate is mild with snow usually falling only in the mountains, the unbearable heat confined to the deserts, an ocean breeze caressing the coast, and little change among the seasons.But Mother Nature can be capricious. Santa Ana winds can spread devasting wildfires, cold fronts can swoop down from Canada, and Pacific storms can bring rains that extend for days on end. The rains come in the winter and clouds can hide the tops of the foothills. Fog can cloak the coast making driving impossible. Even though these anomalies usually last for only a few days they can set in motion events that upset the norm and can make immense changes in the lives of both inhabitants and visitors.Titus Steele had traveled to Seattle on an important business deal. Mr. Steele was the Vice President of Development and Expansion for his company. There had been three days of intense negotiations but the deal had gone well and Titus Steele had once again proved his worth to his company. The contract would probably net him a generous bonus at the end of the year, but he took pleasure in being able to bring such a transaction to a conclusion.It had been only three days but it had been three days of vigorous work and he was anxious to get back home to his family in the Pacific Heights section of San Francisco. Gloria, whom he loved deeply, was a beautiful, poised and intelligent wife as befitted one of the cities leading citizens.But Nature wasn?t being cooperative. Sea-Tac Airport was almost shut down by the surprise snowstorm that had crippled it. Flights were delayed or even canceled. It could be days before Titus could get a flight back to San Francisco, which was itself enshrouded in a thick fog.But there was an alternative. Amtrak was still running and although the trip would multiply the time that a flight would take, he would still get home quicker than he would by sitting in his hotel suite for who knew how many days.He ordered his ticket for a Superliner bedroom. He settled in for one more night in his hotel room and ordered a wakeup call for early the next morning and a cab to get him to the train station in time for the 9:45 a.m. departure.The next morning an icy wind was blowing hard as he scurried from the hotel doorway and into the cozy warmth of the taxi. He checked his bag and got a cup of coffee while waiting to board. When he got on the train he checked out his cabin and then wended his way to the lounge car.He found a seat at a table and ordered a fried egg sandwich and another coffee. He bought a copy of the Seattle Times and opened it to the business section.As the train left the city the fresh snowfall made the scenery even more spectacular than usual. Titus Steele had trouble concentrating on his paper. He finally folded it and moved to one of the swivel chairs where he could just enjoy the view.The morning passed and Titus ordered lunch. He didn?t balk at the high prices. He?d expected that, but he was irked at the poor quality of the food. For what he paid he felt he should get comparable quality.At 2:05 the train pulled into Portland. Passengers disembarked and others got on. Twenty minutes later the train began to move again. A few minutes later a young man came into the lounge car. Steele observed him. He was very good-looking in an uncommon way with a headful of shaggy black hair. He was smartly dressed in brown corduroy pants, a rust-colored polo shirt, a hip length brown leather jacket, and light brown boots. It was obvious a lot of planning had gone into the selection of the clothes and they gave a first impression of being expensive.A woman who had gotten on the train in Seattle isvecbahis was sitting in one of the swivel chairs. She was flashily dressed and in Steele?s opinion overly made up. Right after they had pulled out of Tacoma she had ordered a Manhattan. The choice of drink rather than the early hour had caught Steele?s ear. She had ordered several times more by the time they reached Portland.She had an oversized bag which she?d set on the floor by her chair. As the young man in the leather jacket walked down the aisle his foot hit the bag and sent it spiraling away from the chair. The woman spun around her eyes blazing.?You clumsy ass,? she shouted. ?Look where you?re going.?The young man tried to apologize while gathering the spilled items from the purse but the woman continued to berate him. Steele picked up on words like ?fool,? ?stupid,? ?clumsy,? and ?shithead.?*Steele signaled the waiter and asked him to quickly bring her another drink.She was still fuming when the waiter delivered the drink and pointed out the debonair gentleman who had sent it. She changed her focus from the poor young man to Steele and gave him a big smile. Steele lifted his empty coffee cup and toasted her. The young man turned and went to the end of the lounge car and found a seat.Before he sat down he looked back at the scene of the fiasco. Steele was still watching him and the young man gave him a salute of thanks. The woman continued to give Steele looks and smiles. He feared he was going to soon be in an uncomfortable situation. He stood and left the lounge car and went to his bedroom cabin.He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth and changed from the shirt and tie he?d put on that morning to a long-sleeved casual shirt. He went down to the lower level and sat in one of the coach seats.The winter sun was low in the sky and he decided to return to the lounge car. When he went in he went further toward the end of the car where the young man had sat. Steele chose a chair on the opposite side of the car. The young man looked up from some papers he was holding and automatically smiled at Steele.Steele nodded his head in recognition of the smile and opened his paper again but found he?d read everything of interest to him. He flipped through it again. Every time he glanced over the top of the paper it seemed the young man had been looking at him.The young man would look over at the nice-looking man who had come to his rescue and he could swear the man was watching him over the top of his newspaper which he obviously wasn?t reading.The folder that was lying on his lap slipped and several sheets of paper cascaded out. As he tried to grab them the few he was holding slipped from his grip and joined the others as they scattered across the floor. He left his chair and knelt as he gathered them up.Steele folded his paper and reached down and picked up the sheets that were near his feet. He held them out to the young man who was on his knees.The young man looked up and said, ?Maybe she was right. I am a clumsy ass.?He smiled again and this time Steele returned the smile.?I doubt she?s ever right about anything,? Steele said. ?You?re certainly not a shithead, I?m sure,? he added unnecessarily.The young man took the proffered papers. ?Thanks.? Still on his knees, he held out his hand.?I?m Zane Hale,? he said.Steele leaned forward and took Zane?s hand. ?Titus Steele.??Pleased to meet you, Mr. Steele.? Zane got up off his knees. ?I guess I should go down to the business coach. They have drop-down desks there, but the view is better up here.?Steele nodded. ?True, but it?s going to be dark soon. I don?t know where you?d find the best light, but it?s more comfortable up here.?As Zane sat back down in his seat isveçbahis giriş one of the papers slipped from his hand again and fluttered to the feet of Steele. Steele picked it up and stood, stepped over to hand it to Zane and took the seat next to his.?What are you working on?? he asked.Zane looked shyly at Steele. ?I guess you?d call me an entrepreneur, and I?m going down to the Silicone Valley to make a presentation to a couple of companies there. I might be wasting my time but I think I?ve got a chance to get something going. At least, I hope so.??Well, that sounds ambitious. I wish you good luck,? Steele said with a smile.?Thanks, Mr. Steele? Zane said. ?Where are you headed?? he asked?Home,? Steele sighed. ?That is, San Francisco. I was up in Seattle on business. I?ll be glad to get back to the family.?They continued chatting. When the moment seemed appropriate, Steele asked Zane if he was married.?Yeah,? he said. ?For five years.?What he didn?t say was the marriage wasn?t holding together. He didn?t reveal that his devotion to bringing his business ideas to fruition had put a strain on the relationship with his wife and she?d clearly let her displeasure be known.?Any kids?? Steele had asked.?No, not yet. We?ve chosen to hold off until we get on our feet financially,? Zane explained.?Well, you?re still young. How old are you, if I may ask?? Steele worked in.?Twenty-eight,? Zane answered.God, I was twenty-four when this kid was born,*Steele thought, but he said, ?Yeah, but don?t wait too long or you?ll regret it. I was ten years older than you are now when I had my first.??How many have you got, Mr. Steele?? Zane inquired.?Three. Three girls, seven, eleven and fourteen. They?re my spoiled princesses, I?m afraid. And please don?t keep calling me Mr. Steele. My name?s Titus, or you can just call me Steele. A lot of people do.??No boys?? Zane asked.?Nope. For years I thought I had to have a son, but now it?s not the least bit important. Three girls are great, but no more than three.? He chuckled.They continued to talk. An hour went by. The clock was approaching seven.Zane said, ?I?m starving, Mister-*uh, sorry.? He began again. "Are you hungry, Steele? I wonder what they have to eat? They?ll serve us here, right??Steele held up his hand. ?I have a reservation in the dining car for seven-thirty. I think I can get you in as my guest. Would you like that???I?ve never eaten in a dining car. I?ve only seen that in movies,? Zane said.?Well,? Steele said smiling, ?this isn?t the Orient Express. Don?t expect too much.?Steele had consistently tipped the conductors well. The current one had joined the crew in Portland. Steele went to find him and tipped him again to gain his wish.Dinner was pleasant with the good company making up for any lack in the food. Steele ordered a bottle of wine with the dinner. After dinner, he insisted they have snifters of Hennessey.Zane sipped the brandy and smiled at Steele.?What?? Steele asked.?That?s good. This the first time I?ve tasted brandy,? Zane said.They returned to the lounge and had more brandy. When the train pulled into the station at Klamath Falls, they realized it was ten o?clock.?I wonder if it would be more comfortable sleeping in one of these chairs or the seats in the business coach?? Zane mused. ?Where are you going to try???I have a cabin,? Steele said.?Oh,? was all Zane could think to say.?Would you like to see it?? Steele asked. ?They?re going to close up here. We can go there and have a nightcap.?With the rocking of the train combining with the alcohol, Zane found he wasn?t steady on his feet. They got to the bedroom and when Steele opened the door he saw that the sofa had been converted into a bed. He motioned isveçbahis yeni giriş for Zane to take the armchair as he pulled a pint of Jameson out of his briefcase.?I?m afraid Irish is all I have. That okay?? he asked looking down at the handsome young man.?I guess. I?ve never tried it, but I think tonight is a night for trying new things,? and the smile lit up Zane?s face again.Steele sat on the edge of the bed. ?Zane,? he said as if thinking. ?That?s a rare but nice name. Where?d you get that???My dad was a big fan of Zane Grey. He collected his books and read everything he wrote I guess,? Zane said. ?But you know what? I never read anything he wrote. Isn?t that funny??They drank in silence. Zane drained his glass. Steele held up the bottle with a quizzical look. Zane held out his glass.Steele looked at the blackness outside the window. ?I think we should be crossing the border into California soon. Where do you get off???In San Jose. You?? Zane said.?In Oakland. I?ll take an Uber to my house in Pacific Heights,? Steele answered.?I thought you lived in San Francisco,? Zane said.Steele chuckled. ?I do. The Heights is part of San Fran.?Zane said ?Oh.? He yawned and said, ?Sorry. I guess it?s time for me to go.?Steele looked at him with a slight smile playing across his lips. ?Or you could sleep here instead of sitting up in a chair,? he said.?Where?? Zane asked.Steele pointed up behind his head. ?There?s another bunk.?Zane seemed to consider it, but asked, ?Can I use your bathroom???Of course. It?s in there. Do you want me to leave the cabin???Why?? Zane said, then added, ?Oh?no?I just gotta take a leak.?Steele smiled. ?Then you don?t even have to close the door.?Zane stood up and had to catch himself on the back of the chair. He opened the bathroom door and stepped in. He pulled the door*behind him but it didn?t catch and swung open. He glanced back at it but didn?t try to close it again.He pulled his dick out but his back was turned to Steele. Steele could hear the strong stream hitting the little water that was in the toilet.Steele stood and proceeded to get undressed and hung his clothes on a hanger. He kept on his boxer shorts. He removed a plastic bottle of Nivea from his suitcase and wedged it between the mattress and the wall. He lay down on the bottom bunk.Zane finished pissing and came out of the bath still tucking his dick back in his pants. He looked at Steele and said what came into his mind.?Wow! I noticed how well you wore your clothes but now I see why. You got a nice body.?Steele wondered if he meant he had a nice body for his age, but he said, ?If you?re going to sleep in those clothes you?ll look like shit tomorrow.?As if it had been settled that he?d sleep there, Zane took off his clothes and carefully lay each piece over the back of the armchair. Steele watched as each piece came off slowly revealing more and more flesh. When he was down to his low-cut briefs Steele felt he had to comment.?You must work out to have a body like that,? he said in almost a whisper.Zane looked down at his body with one hand resting on his muscled stomach.?I try to get to the gym a couple times a week,? he said and moved his look up to Steele.?Are you going to let the other bunk down?? he asked.?Yeah, if you want. Or you could sleep here,? he said, patting the space beside him.Zane was still looking at him. ?Is there enough room?? he asked cautiously.?I think so. We can make enough room if we squeeze in tight,? Steele said with that slight smile returning.He moved closer to the wall and Zane lay down on the bed. Steele put an arm across him and pulled him closer so their bodies were pressing against each other.?See?? he said.Zane put an arm across Steele and looked into his eyes. Steele clicked off the light over the bunk but the light in the bathroom cast a sliver of illumination in the room. He put his forehead against Zane?s and slowly turned and lowered his head so that their lips met.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.307	Overnight on the Coast Starlight `En Ateşli Sex İçin Arayın 0023780009232` Natives of the west coast usually have a right to be smug about their weather. The climate is mild with snow usually falling only in the mountains, the unbearable heat confined to the deserts, an ocean breeze caressing the coast, and little change among the seasons.But Mother Nature can be capricious. Santa Ana winds can spread devasting wildfires, cold fronts can swoop down from Canada, and Pacific storms can bring rains that extend for days on end. The rains come in the winter and clouds can hide the tops of the foothills. Fog can cloak the coast making driving impossible. Even though these anomalies usually last for only a few days they can set in motion events that upset the norm and can make immense changes in the lives of both inhabitants and visitors.Titus Steele had traveled to Seattle on an important business deal. Mr. Steele was the Vice President of Development and Expansion for his company. There had been three days of intense negotiations but the deal had gone well and Titus Steele had once again proved his worth to his company. The contract would probably net him a generous bonus at the end of the year, but he took pleasure in being able to bring such a transaction to a conclusion.It had been only three days but it had been three days of vigorous work and he was anxious to get back home to his family in the Pacific Heights section of San Francisco. Gloria, whom he loved deeply, was a beautiful, poised and intelligent wife as befitted one of the cities leading citizens.But Nature wasn?t being cooperative. Sea-Tac Airport was almost shut down by the surprise snowstorm that had crippled it. Flights were delayed or even canceled. It could be days before Titus could get a flight back to San Francisco, which was itself enshrouded in a thick fog.But there was an alternative. Amtrak was still running and although the trip would multiply the time that a flight would take, he would still get home quicker than he would by sitting in his hotel suite for who knew how many days.He ordered his ticket for a Superliner bedroom. He settled in for one more night in his hotel room and ordered a wakeup call for early the next morning and a cab to get him to the train station in time for the 9:45 a.m. departure.The next morning an icy wind was blowing hard as he scurried from the hotel doorway and into the cozy warmth of the taxi. He checked his bag and got a cup of coffee while waiting to board. When he got on the train he checked out his cabin and then wended his way to the lounge car.He found a seat at a table and ordered a fried egg sandwich and another coffee. He bought a copy of the Seattle Times and opened it to the business section.As the train left the city the fresh snowfall made the scenery even more spectacular than usual. Titus Steele had trouble concentrating on his paper. He finally folded it and moved to one of the swivel chairs where he could just enjoy the view.The morning passed and Titus ordered lunch. He didn?t balk at the high prices. He?d expected that, but he was irked at the poor quality of the food. For what he paid he felt he should get comparable quality.At 2:05 the train pulled into Portland. Passengers disembarked and others got on. Twenty minutes later the train began to move again. A few minutes later a young man came into the lounge car. Steele observed him. He was very good-looking in an uncommon way with a headful of shaggy black hair. He was smartly dressed in brown corduroy pants, a rust-colored polo shirt, a hip length brown leather jacket, and light brown boots. It was obvious a lot of planning had gone into the selection of the clothes and they gave a first impression of being expensive.A woman who had gotten on the train in Seattle isvecbahis was sitting in one of the swivel chairs. She was flashily dressed and in Steele?s opinion overly made up. Right after they had pulled out of Tacoma she had ordered a Manhattan. The choice of drink rather than the early hour had caught Steele?s ear. She had ordered several times more by the time they reached Portland.She had an oversized bag which she?d set on the floor by her chair. As the young man in the leather jacket walked down the aisle his foot hit the bag and sent it spiraling away from the chair. The woman spun around her eyes blazing.?You clumsy ass,? she shouted. ?Look where you?re going.?The young man tried to apologize while gathering the spilled items from the purse but the woman continued to berate him. Steele picked up on words like ?fool,? ?stupid,? ?clumsy,? and ?shithead.?Steele signaled the waiter and asked him to quickly bring her another drink.She was still fuming when the waiter delivered the drink and pointed out the debonair gentleman who had sent it. She changed her focus from the poor young man to Steele and gave him a big smile. Steele lifted his empty coffee cup and toasted her. The young man turned and went to the end of the lounge car and found a seat.Before he sat down he looked back at the scene of the fiasco. Steele was still watching him and the young man gave him a salute of thanks. The woman continued to give Steele looks and smiles. He feared he was going to soon be in an uncomfortable situation. He stood and left the lounge car and went to his bedroom cabin.He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth and changed from the shirt and tie he?d put on that morning to a long-sleeved casual shirt. He went down to the lower level and sat in one of the coach seats.The winter sun was low in the sky and he decided to return to the lounge car. When he went in he went further toward the end of the car where the young man had sat. Steele chose a chair on the opposite side of the car. The young man looked up from some papers he was holding and automatically smiled at Steele.Steele nodded his head in recognition of the smile and opened his paper again but found he?d read everything of interest to him. He flipped through it again. Every time he glanced over the top of the paper it seemed the young man had been looking at him.The young man would look over at the nice-looking man who had come to his rescue and he could swear the man was watching him over the top of his newspaper which he obviously wasn?t reading.The folder that was lying on his lap slipped and several sheets of paper cascaded out. As he tried to grab them the few he was holding slipped from his grip and joined the others as they scattered across the floor. He left his chair and knelt as he gathered them up.Steele folded his paper and reached down and picked up the sheets that were near his feet. He held them out to the young man who was on his knees.The young man looked up and said, ?Maybe she was right. I am a clumsy ass.?He smiled again and this time Steele returned the smile.?I doubt she?s ever right about anything,? Steele said. ?You?re certainly not a shithead, I?m sure,? he added unnecessarily.The young man took the proffered papers. ?Thanks.? Still on his knees, he held out his hand.?I?m Zane Hale,? he said.Steele leaned forward and took Zane?s hand. ?Titus Steele.??Pleased to meet you, Mr. Steele.? Zane got up off his knees. ?I guess I should go down to the business coach. They have drop-down desks there, but the view is better up here.?Steele nodded. ?True, but it?s going to be dark soon. I don?t know where you?d find the best light, but it?s more comfortable up here.?As Zane sat back down in his seat isveçbahis giriş one of the papers slipped from his hand again and fluttered to the feet of Steele. Steele picked it up and stood, stepped over to hand it to Zane and took the seat next to his.?What are you working on?? he asked.Zane looked shyly at Steele. ?I guess you?d call me an entrepreneur, and I?m going down to the Silicone Valley to make a presentation to a couple of companies there. I might be wasting my time but I think I?ve got a chance to get something going. At least, I hope so.??Well, that sounds ambitious. I wish you good luck,? Steele said with a smile.?Thanks, Mr. Steele? Zane said. ?Where are you headed?? he asked?Home,? Steele sighed. ?That is, San Francisco. I was up in Seattle on business. I?ll be glad to get back to the family.?They continued chatting. When the moment seemed appropriate, Steele asked Zane if he was married.?Yeah,? he said. ?For five years.?What he didn?t say was the marriage wasn?t holding together. He didn?t reveal that his devotion to bringing his business ideas to fruition had put a strain on the relationship with his wife and she?d clearly let her displeasure be known.?Any kids?? Steele had asked.?No, not yet. We?ve chosen to hold off until we get on our feet financially,? Zane explained.?Well, you?re still young. How old are you, if I may ask?? Steele worked in.?Twenty-eight,? Zane answered.God, I was twenty-four when this kid was born,Steele thought, but he said, ?Yeah, but don?t wait too long or you?ll regret it. I was ten years older than you are now when I had my first.??How many have you got, Mr. Steele?? Zane inquired.?Three. Three girls, seven, eleven and fourteen. They?re my spoiled princesses, I?m afraid. And please don?t keep calling me Mr. Steele. My name?s Titus, or you can just call me Steele. A lot of people do.??No boys?? Zane asked.?Nope. For years I thought I had to have a son, but now it?s not the least bit important. Three girls are great, but no more than three.? He chuckled.They continued to talk. An hour went by. The clock was approaching seven.Zane said, ?I?m starving, Mister-uh, sorry.? He began again. "Are you hungry, Steele? I wonder what they have to eat? They?ll serve us here, right??Steele held up his hand. ?I have a reservation in the dining car for seven-thirty. I think I can get you in as my guest. Would you like that???I?ve never eaten in a dining car. I?ve only seen that in movies,? Zane said.?Well,? Steele said smiling, ?this isn?t the Orient Express. Don?t expect too much.?Steele had consistently tipped the conductors well. The current one had joined the crew in Portland. Steele went to find him and tipped him again to gain his wish.Dinner was pleasant with the good company making up for any lack in the food. Steele ordered a bottle of wine with the dinner. After dinner, he insisted they have snifters of Hennessey.Zane sipped the brandy and smiled at Steele.?What?? Steele asked.?That?s good. This the first time I?ve tasted brandy,? Zane said.They returned to the lounge and had more brandy. When the train pulled into the station at Klamath Falls, they realized it was ten o?clock.?I wonder if it would be more comfortable sleeping in one of these chairs or the seats in the business coach?? Zane mused. ?Where are you going to try???I have a cabin,? Steele said.?Oh,? was all Zane could think to say.?Would you like to see it?? Steele asked. ?They?re going to close up here. We can go there and have a nightcap.?With the rocking of the train combining with the alcohol, Zane found he wasn?t steady on his feet. They got to the bedroom and when Steele opened the door he saw that the sofa had been converted into a bed. He motioned isveçbahis yeni giriş for Zane to take the armchair as he pulled a pint of Jameson out of his briefcase.?I?m afraid Irish is all I have. That okay?? he asked looking down at the handsome young man.?I guess. I?ve never tried it, but I think tonight is a night for trying new things,? and the smile lit up Zane?s face again.Steele sat on the edge of the bed. ?Zane,? he said as if thinking. ?That?s a rare but nice name. Where?d you get that???My dad was a big fan of Zane Grey. He collected his books and read everything he wrote I guess,? Zane said. ?But you know what? I never read anything he wrote. Isn?t that funny??They drank in silence. Zane drained his glass. Steele held up the bottle with a quizzical look. Zane held out his glass.Steele looked at the blackness outside the window. ?I think we should be crossing the border into California soon. Where do you get off???In San Jose. You?? Zane said.?In Oakland. I?ll take an Uber to my house in Pacific Heights,? Steele answered.?I thought you lived in San Francisco,? Zane said.Steele chuckled. ?I do. The Heights is part of San Fran.?Zane said ?Oh.? He yawned and said, ?Sorry. I guess it?s time for me to go.?Steele looked at him with a slight smile playing across his lips. ?Or you could sleep here instead of sitting up in a chair,? he said.?Where?? Zane asked.Steele pointed up behind his head. ?There?s another bunk.?Zane seemed to consider it, but asked, ?Can I use your bathroom???Of course. It?s in there. Do you want me to leave the cabin???Why?? Zane said, then added, ?Oh?no?I just gotta take a leak.?Steele smiled. ?Then you don?t even have to close the door.?Zane stood up and had to catch himself on the back of the chair. He opened the bathroom door and stepped in. He pulled the doorbehind him but it didn?t catch and swung open. He glanced back at it but didn?t try to close it again.He pulled his dick out but his back was turned to Steele. Steele could hear the strong stream hitting the little water that was in the toilet.Steele stood and proceeded to get undressed and hung his clothes on a hanger. He kept on his boxer shorts. He removed a plastic bottle of Nivea from his suitcase and wedged it between the mattress and the wall. He lay down on the bottom bunk.Zane finished pissing and came out of the bath still tucking his dick back in his pants. He looked at Steele and said what came into his mind.?Wow! I noticed how well you wore your clothes but now I see why. You got a nice body.?Steele wondered if he meant he had a nice body for his age, but he said, ?If you?re going to sleep in those clothes you?ll look like shit tomorrow.?As if it had been settled that he?d sleep there, Zane took off his clothes and carefully lay each piece over the back of the armchair. Steele watched as each piece came off slowly revealing more and more flesh. When he was down to his low-cut briefs Steele felt he had to comment.?You must work out to have a body like that,? he said in almost a whisper.Zane looked down at his body with one hand resting on his muscled stomach.?I try to get to the gym a couple times a week,? he said and moved his look up to Steele.?Are you going to let the other bunk down?? he asked.?Yeah, if you want. Or you could sleep here,? he said, patting the space beside him.Zane was still looking at him. ?Is there enough room?? he asked cautiously.?I think so. We can make enough room if we squeeze in tight,? Steele said with that slight smile returning.He moved closer to the wall and Zane lay down on the bed. Steele put an arm across him and pulled him closer so their bodies were pressing against each other.?See?? he said.Zane put an arm across Steele and looked into his eyes. Steele clicked off the light over the bunk but the light in the bathroom cast a sliver of illumination in the room. He put his forehead against Zane?s and slowly turned and lowered his head so that their lips met.