Weve Got Tonight 2

All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word or it occurred, nor would it.

We've Got Tonight

Starring Taylor Swift

by MrMaxLord

(MF, Oral, cons)

All it takes is one day. One minute. One second. That's all it takes to make your life better. That was a motto of sorts for Kyle Gardner's dad. It was a way of thinking that he'd tried impart on Kyle from a young age. And Kyle, most of the time at least, almost believed it. But right now, he thought it was nothing but a load of bullshit.

Right now, Kyle was wallowing in self-pity at his favorite spot. It was a swimming hole, almost a miniature lake. It wasn't on any map he ever found either. It was his, just off a dirt road connected to the Tennessee highway just outside of his hometown of Nashville. No one but him ever came here with him. Not his brother, not his best friend, not his now ex-fiancé. This spot was his, some place he could just go to think.

That's exactly what he was doing. He'd started a little campfire and was sitting at it, gazing at the blue moonlight reflect on the water while the orange-red glow of the fire lit up his face. He was hoping to find some level of contentment here. or at least peace. None of that would come. All he could do was replay every single thing that had gone wrong in the last week.

First it was getting shitcanned from his job. "Cutting costs" they said. Yeah...by firing him and hiring the boss' son to take his exact spot with his exact pay. The little shit didn't even have to work up to it. From there, things just escalated in awfulness. His car literally caught fire and went boom. It was the damndest thing. It wasn't a particularly hot day. No one had messed with it. Turns out it was an error with the engine. He got a letter about it the day after from the manufacturer concerning a recall of the car.

But the cherry on top of the shit sundae? What had made everything seem like a pleasant walk in the park? His fiancé left him. She'd been cheating on him for the past six months. She couldn't even do it to his face. Just a Dear John letter....and she kept the ring. Eight years down the drain. His special place was a last resort.

At that moment thought, there was no thoughts of peace. The only thought in his mind was staying there. Never leaving. Just making it his home. Being a hermit. Anything would be better than going back to the shell of a life he had left. At least as a hermit he'd be something instead of a nothing. Which was what he was at the moment.

His timeless gaze out in to the night was interrupted by the rustling of bushes behind him. He could tell by the sound of it that the thing behind the rustling wasn't any creature, great or small, native to the area. It was way too big. It was a person. Which was just perfect. Now his secret place wasn't even his anymore.

"Oh!" she said. It was a female. And one he recognized. Hell, he was a fan, and any other time in his life, just running into her would be a high that would last him good half a year. Now, even seeing Taylor Swift seemingly pop out of nowhere could move him much. He didn't even respond to her. The next words to fill the night air were hers again.

"Um...hi...look, I don't mean to be rude or anything," said Taylor. "I really don't. And I do want to mention I have mace and it's really strong. But...okay, what are you doing in my secret spot?"

Of course. Her spot. His spot wasn't even his alone. I mean he always had evidence of this. Just small things. His fire pit being rearranged ever so slightly, cat kibble sometimes being left behind. He had always assumed it was some homeless people looking for a nice spot to rest at night. He never would have guessed Taylor Swift would be the person who also came to his spot. Or that he would ever run into her. Even as jaded as the week had made him he couldn't help but admire the beauty on display in front of him. Her perfect legs in a pair of Daisy Dukes, wearing a white shirt, a light jacket and her beautiful blonde hair done up in a ponytail. She was every bit as breathtaking if not more so than any picture or music video could ever hope to get across.

"Name's Kyle," he said. "And no need to explain who you are Ms. Swift. And your secret spot i also mine. Been coming here ever since I was seventeen."

"Oh...okay," she said. "Eighteen for me. Come here when, you know...things get too stressful."

"Same here."

"Yeah, that view, especially at night. Moon hits the water just right and it gets even more otherworldly. I mean this place shouldn't exist, right? I mean about three miles away there's a roadside BBQ place. But a dirt road and a hidden path...a little slice of heaven. And I really need it right now."

"What's wrong with you?" Kyle asked.

"Oh, you know. Work stuff mainly. I have a new album coming out and I'm promoting it like mad. Performing, shooting commercials, tour planning, all of that. Nothing world shattering but I just needed to go someplace and relax. And please, call me Taylor. The Ms. Swift stuff is for business meetings and lawyers. What about you?"

"Lost my job, my car blew up and my fiancé left me."

"Holy shit," said Taylor. "You're a living country song." Taylor winced the moment it left her mouth. It was the first thought that came to mind but the second it was said she knew how bad it sounded.

Before she could apologize however, the comment actually made Kyle laugh. A real, genuine laugh. The first one he'd had in a while.

"Yeah, that's pretty fair," Kyle said grinning. "Hell if my dog died all the checks would be completely marked. More of a cat person myself. I believe we have that in common."

"That we do," she smiled. "Sorry about that country music comment, it just kind of blurted out...I'm just glad you laughed about it."

"Well, it was funny."

"So...you mind if I join you at our secret spot? I mean we're both stressed out...you obviously WAY more. Maybe we could relax together. Also, if it helps I brought a six pack." Taylor revealed a backpack and took it off. She opened it up and took out a six pack of beer. "Back pack is insulated so the beer is still cold. So...may I sit?"

"Sure." She winked and smiled at him. She walked right next to where Kyle was sitting. She set the six pack down and reached into her bag again, taking out an immaculately folded blanket. She unfurled it and laid it down. It was a big one too, easily meant for a king size bed. She sat down on it then took two beers off the pack and handing one off to Kyle.

The two opened their beers in sync, the ksshh sounds of the beers opening in a nice bit of harmony.

"I'm usually more of a whiskey girl," she said. "But...I don't know. Being on a shore like this...river, lake, pond...whiskey just doesn't seem to match it. A cold beer? That's perfect. Bottle or can. Just has to be ice cold."

"Well, I think you may just be on to something there Taylor," said Kyle. They clinked the cans together and each took their first sip of the night.

"So what was it?" she asked. "The job you lost."

"Oh. Audio software. You know, like Frooty Loops, that kind of thing. I do some audio engineering as well but mainly into software design for the more professional engineers. Or I was. Worked for a company instead of on my own. Probably my first mistake. Anything designed technically ain't even mine."

"Well, I know the feeling on that."

"Yeah, I heard. Sucks huh?"

Taylor mocked mulling over the response in her head, making a real show out of it, getting a another laugh out of Kyle. "Yeah...totally sucks. But there's always some kind of way out. I mean you also engineer in the studio as well, right? That's good work. And having a a tech edge makes it all the better as far as opportunities go."

"Yeah. Kind of want to get into some kind producing gig. Used my little brother as a guinea pig for that. Produced about three songs of him doing every instrument.."

"Talent runs in the family?"

"Yeah, that and the damn luck," said Kyle. "We can never quite get the stuff in the hands, or ears rather, of the right kind of people."

"Well I guess today is your lucky day isn't it?"

"What?" he asked before realizing what Taylor was saying. "Nah, I couldn't ask that. You came here to relax just the same as I did. Not gonna impose."

"Then I will," she said. "Besides, it's music. Just listening to music. So...if you have those songs I'm more than happy to listen. Especially in front of an open fire."

Kyle smiled, a genuine earnest smile. He reached into his back pocket and took out his phone. He unlocked it, picked the music player app and the songs Taylor asked for, then handed it over.

"Need some ear buds or something?"

"No need," she said. Taylor reached into her backpack once more and took out a pair of very professional-looking headphones. She smirked at him with those delicious red lips of her and plugged the jack in then pressed play.

Kyle watched nervously, finishing off his beer as Taylor listened to each of the songs. The fifteen minutes it took seemed more like fifteen millennia. Still, she seemed to like it. How her head swayed and moved, her lips upturned into a smile and her eyes closed. She was really, paying attention to it and seeming to love it.

When the music stopped playing she took the headphones off and looked directly at a very nervous. "That was great," she said sweetly. "Your brother is really playing every instrument? It's mixed so well."

"Yeah, all him. And the vocals too. He's kind of a music whiz and all that."

"He really is. The bass was great too. I don't know how to describe it...made me think of raindrops on my skin, especially on the last song. Did you two write all the songs?"

"Well, he did. Except the last song. He wanted to do a Reverend Horton Heat instrumental cover and I obliged in helping him. He's the real star."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," she said. "Producing isn't easy. And those tracks, they were great. I think you both have a future. I could get the tracks into the right hands you know, if you want."

"I couldn't impose like that."

"Don't be so polite," she said. "If it's what you want and you have the opportunity, take it. Besides, it's not an imposition if I offer, now is it?"

"Well, I guess you got me on the grounds of logic."

"I'll give you my email before we part company," said Taylor. "I don't think that'll be for a while though." She handed him back his phone and they both reached for a second beer.

*Ksshhhh*

"I have another question for you," said Taylor.

"What's that?"

"You said your car blew up, right?"

"That's about the size of it, yeah."

"Then how'd you even get here? I mean we're not in the middle of nowhere or anything but it's kind of a challenge to get from Nashville to here without a car."

"Uber." he replied. "Ain't technology grand?"

"Oh, duh," she said with a giggle. "Of course. The most obvious answer that I completely missed."

"Ain't that always the way?"

"More often than not," she said. Taylor took another sip, then was ready for the next question. The big one. "So...I have another question. And, well, considering the subject, I would totally get if you wanted to not get into it."

"Go for it."

"The girl. What happened there? I mean you were engaged, right?"

"Yep." he replied. "Together eight years. Engaged for about three. Spent a lot of time planning that elusive perfect wedding. And I don't think that's much of a concern anymore."

"What happened though?"

Kyle took a sip from his beer. "Well, short version is she left me for my former best friend. Kept the ring too. Long version? Reason this guy is a former best friend is he screwed me out of some serous cash and pushed me out of a business we both formed. Nothing that big mind but we were pretty successful until he decided to go with someone a bit younger who'd work cheaper. That's something that tends to be a pattern with me. She didn't leave me then though. Stuck it out for a few more years. But I guess his number was never deleted from her contacts. And here we are."

"I am so sorry," Taylor said. "That...that's shitty. That's the kind of awful where even when you describe it most people can only imagine how bad it feels. With the added insult of being dumped over money."

"How do you figure that?" Kyle asked. I mean the letter he got pretty much confirmed that he got dumped because of his thin wallet. But he didn't mention that. "That money was the problem."

"You said it yourself." Taylor said. "She kept the ring. When people do things like that in a break-up, they were never into you as much they were into what you could do for them. Trust me, I've seen more than enough private jets being charted on my dime I didn't know about. I mean that's not as bad as the engagement ring thing. A plane's a plane but something like that? That stuff means way more. In my eyes at least." She reached out her hand and squeezed supportively.

"Yeah, well, thanks. I mean I've already heard the usual stuff from friends. The 'I never really liked her', 'she wasn't good enough for you', 'she's a bitch and you're better off without her' chestnuts."

"Well, those are all true most of the time," said Taylor. "I can speak from my experiences. It always feels...bad. Awful. You're heart is crumpled up like a piece of notebook paper and that's when it's not even that deep of a connection. When it's bad. When the hurt is just gutting you? That's when it feels like you have nothing left. No heart, no soul...you're just done. Empty. Going through the motions because what else is there?"

"That about sums it up."

"Well, there's the bright side too," Taylor said, smiling wide as the words escaped those lips of hers. "She's gone. I know that feels harsh to say but that's a positive. Because soon, you'll become better. No one is going to be able to hurt you like that again. It's just going to be a lot of fun at first. Doing all the stuff you want to do without checking to see if you can or you have other plans. Just do them. Then there's the new faces you'll meet, and all the fun you have. And that will easily outweigh the hurt...even all this hurt that happened at once."

"You sound like my dad with all this positive thinking," Kyle said, laughing a little. "He was all about that positivity stuff."

"Sounds like a smart man."

"Yeah, he was." He nodded at her, then finished up his second beer. "Look, I think I should be going," he said.

"Why?" she asked. "I thought we were having some fun. Just relaxing, chatting. I don't really get to do this a lot during these busier times."

"No, it's great. But, I know I wasn't exactly part of your plans for tonight."

"And I wasn't part of yours." she replied. "Also, if anything I'd be the one to go since you were here first. So...let's meet in the middle and just stick around for a while, okay?"

"Well, don't twist my arm or nothing." Taylor scooted aside a bit on her blanket, allowing Kyle to sit next to her.

"You know what I always loved about this place?" she asked.

"What's that?"

"It exists. It sounds simple, but think about it. This is a little oasis in a way. A crystal clear little pond. Wonderful flower bushes that probably shouldn't grow in this part of the country. Hell, it's just a little hike from a roadside BBQ place. But if you know where to look, you get a little slice of heaven. The good stuff is where you find it. All you have to do is look for it. Though sometimes it can just sneak up on you."

The pair faced each other, the light of the fire and moon creating a very unique mood blue and orange hues on their faces. Their lips met softly, drawn together like magnets. It was sweet, it was lovely, it was just what they both were looking for.

Despite this, Kyle pulled away slightly.

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked.

"Nothin', it's just...you know you don't have to do this right? I mean it's just...I'm not into the pity fuck thing..."

"Neither am I." Taylor replied. "But I don't really have problems with one night stands. So...let us have that. Here, now tonight. No stress, no real life awfulness...just tonight."

That reassurance was all Kyle need to go forward with what they both wanted. Their lips met again now that they were both fully prepared to give in to that hunger.

While their faces were together, lips and tongue in a wonderful dance of desire, their hands were not groping each other. That's wasn't for lack of desire. Kyle frantically shedding his denim jacket and t-shirt while Taylor's hands were at his belt. Soon both lovers' hands were free, previous obstacles now a thing of the past.

Before they went further, Taylor got to her feet. She looked at Kyle, a soft and sexy smile on her face. She slid her jacket off and the white t-shirt beneath. Then off came her cut-off denim shorts and the hiking boots she had. She stood before Kyle in a pair of white cotton panties and matching bra.

Taylor winked at him before unhooking her bra setting her gorgeous tits free to the night air, then bent over a bit as she removed her underwear. With that gone, there she was Taylor Swift, naked and bathed in the light of fire and the moon. Aphrodite in the flesh.

She came back down to earth and was on top of him, chest to chest as their lips met again. Then her wonderful lips traveled down Kyle body. Lips to chin, chin to neck, neck to chest and down, down, down until she got to his pants. The belt and zipper were undone and the present already halfway unwrapped.

Her blue eyes looked up at him, radiating a lustful giddiness as she began to pull his pants down. She only stopped to remove his boots as well. With that and a few more moments, Kyle was just as bare Taylor.

She put her hands on his knees and gentle pushed his legs apart, her body descending lower the more Kyle's legs parted. He leaned up on his elbows, watching in awe as Taylor arched her back as she got lower, watching that wonderfully round ass in the dueling lights of the makeshift campsite. He wanted to take in every sensation he could feel. This was not a night he ever wanted to come close to forgetting.

Taylor lips gently kissed his thighs while her fingers traced up to his cock as she teased her way up to his cock. Kyle inhaled deeply when he felt Taylor's hand gently grasp his cock. She gently but methodically began to pump his dick while her lips made their way to his cock. Kyle let out a moan when Taylor began to lick his balls before full on sucking them into her mouth.

"Oh holy crap," Kyle said. He struggled to not shut his eyes and keep his eyes on the magic Taylor was working on him. His cock was diamond hard and Taylor stroking was nothing short of exceptional. Her thumb was right under the crown, rubbing in circles between every pump and sending shivers up Kyle's spine.

After coating Kyle's balls in a sheen of her saliva, Taylor hot breath hit the wet flesh, cooling it in an enticing way before her mouth moved to it's next target. She licked the head, swirling her tongue around it before completely taking Kyle's cock into her mouth.

"Fuck!" he said, the a small echo of his voice roaming through the night. Even if his head wasn't clouded with pleasure he couldn't quite describe how what Taylor was doing felt. It obviously felt beyond good, but it was somehow both urgent and sensual and the furthest thing away from standard. Sweet and sinful and full of heart and fire. Taylor kept her eyes on him. Watching how each thing she did worked. His reaction to every movement of her hand and dance of her tongue. The moment was theirs, the night was theirs. Everything about it was going to be unique. Just for them. Just for the night.

Her mouth only left his girth to lick it up and down, swirl her tongue around the mushroom head a bit more, cool the saliva with her breath and watching with a sinful little delight as he squirmed from the sensation. Then her mouth was back to work, sensually sucking. Keeping a steady pace and never breaking eye contact. She always felt eye contact was just as important as the physical contact when sucking a cock and had not been proven wrong yet.