The crash of thunder startled me awake. The clock on the night stand indicated that it was almost midnight. I rolled over in bed and realized that Sully wasn't there. I knew he sometimes woke up in the middle of the night with new ideas for songs, which he liked to write down or record right away. Having his own recording studio in the house made it very convenient for him. I laid there for a while, but was unable to fall back asleep, so I got up, went to the bathroom, and ventured downstairs in search of Sully.
Just as I thought, Sully was in the recording studio working on a song. I opened the door slowly so as not to startle him. Sully was sitting at his drum set, looking so sexy with his hair in a disarray, wearing gray boxers with a black tank top that nicely displayed the plethora of tattoos on his arms. As I walked in, he looked up at me, smiled, and put down his drum sticks.
"Hey, baby," he greeted me. "What are you doing up?" He looked genuinely happy to see me, as I stood in the doorway wearing a red lace teddy with matching panties.
"The storm woke me up, and I couldn't fall back asleep without you," I told him as I walked up to him from behind and started to massage his shoulders. "How's it going?" I asked. I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
"It's going pretty well. I woke up with a cool beat going through my head, and I wanted to record it before I forgot it. I even jotted down a few lines of lyrics," he proudly told me.
Music was Sully's whole life. He started playing the drums when he was just three years old. Several years and many bands later, he finally made it big with Godsmack. It was his dream come true, and I was so proud to share it with him.
"Do you want me to leave you alone?" I asked him.
"No. Actually, I was just finishing up," he said.
"Will you play a little bit of your song for me?" I asked.
"Sure," he said as he started drumming. I backed away and watched him from behind. God, he looked so hot when he drummed; I could see the muscles in his back and biceps contracting as he created a sound that clearly reflected his talent and his passion for music. When he finished, he performed one of his signature moves as he threw one of the drum sticks high in the air and caught it behind his back.
"So what do you think?" Sully asked as he turned around on the stool to face me.
"I love it!" I exclaimed. "That beat rocks! Can you teach me some moves?"
"Have a seat," he said as he backed up to make room for me on the stool. I sat between his legs with my back to him.