Fine Line

one of those guys you hate so much. Who go to clubs and pick up men for sex and then don’t stay for breakfast. My longest relationship lasted two weeks, Mack. Two weeks with nothing but fucking and then it dawned on me I didn’t even like the guy all that much. I’m thirty years old and I’ve never shared my life with anyone.” Mack smiled, trying to stay positive. “I’m a lot older than you and I’ve never shared my life with anyone either. Or my bed, for that matter.
    Who knows, you might find I snore and you can’t sleep in the same room with me? Or maybe I hog the bed covers? In fact I’m pretty sure I do, so…”
    “Are you serious?”
    Mack didn’t know how to read Jay’s facial expression. “I’m used to making snap decisions and I’m very good at it. This isn’t a snap decision, Jaydin. I’ve had six months to decide whether I wanted you or not. All you need to do is decide whether you want to give it a try.” Jay finally returned the hold Mack had on his hand and squeezed.
    “I can’t make promises, Mack. I’m not as sure as you are.” Mack nodded. “I understand.” He took out his cell phone. “Can I take you out to dinner? I’m starving and it’s much easier to go on a date in a restaurant than in the back room of a court house.” Jay smiled and Mack used his speed dial. “Scott, can you drop the complaint for me? Yes, we talked it out. Yes, I’m sure. Listen, we can always file again if necessary but I doubt it. Yes, Scott.”
    “Don’t suppose Scott has a restaurant too?” Jay quipped.
    “No, but his boyfriend does and I pretty much have my own table there.”

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    talk about despite the rather intimate conversations that had been exchanged during the therapy sessions. They agreed that Jay would come home with Mack, after a short detour to his own bachelor pad to pick up a change of clothes and some other supplies.
    In the cab on the way home they’d started kissing, and Mack had noticed the speed with which his soon-to-be-lover became aroused by this. He hoped Jay wouldn’t mind taking it slow. Mack knew he wanted to enjoy his first time to the fullest and had taken it easy with the wine just for that purpose. He wanted to be lucid and fully in control of himself, mind, body and soul.
    In the elevator, riding up to his apartment, he turned Jay towards the mirror and snaked his arms around the slim waist, placing a kiss on the younger man’s nape. “You’re so beautiful.” Jay closed his eyes. “No, I’m not.”
    “Look at that bone structure; that nicely developed body, not too muscled and not too skinny; that longish hair. How do you keep it looking like you just got out of bed all day long? You’ve seen me, or at least part of me, now I want to see you. Will you show yourself to me?” Jay coyly turned inside Mack’s embrace. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours… But can we wait until we’re inside the apartment?” Mack smiled, placing another kiss along Jay’s long neck. “I don’t have to work in the morning, how about you?”
    “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Jay remarked as he walked into the corridor, pointing at the only door that was visible at that point.
    Mack nodded and reached out to open the door. “You take clients on Saturday,” he answered, looking puzzled. “I’ve had Saturday morning appointments with you since we established that one session per week wasn’t enough.”
    “Mmh, yes,” Jay answered teasingly. “You told me you were very busy during the week and that one session was already hard to juggle…” The Fine Line by Zahra Owens

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    “And am I right to conclude you’ve only ever come into work on a Saturday for me?”
    “Mmmh, that would be a reasonable conclusion, yes.” Mack stopped in his tracks, watching how the young man walked around his spacious apartment, taking in the minimalist surroundings.
    The view of the city from his floor-to-ceiling windows, with all the lights and other skyscrapers, was spectacular from here and Jay stood mesmerized. Mack joined him, more intrigued by the emotions playing on Jay’s face than by their, for him at least, familiar surroundings.
    “How do you ever stop staring out there?”
    “It gets a little weird after a while, like anyone can just look in and then I flick this switch,” he bent down and pushed a button, “and then it’s nice and private.”
    “Wow, how