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desperately lost beyond that.
    “Sometimes...” Jay searched to find the right words, “...trying too hard isn’t good. It sets you up for failure and you’ve failed so many times it’s almost an automatic reaction, a reflex. Also, an orgasm happens as much between your ears as it does between your legs.” Mack nodded.
    Jay kept looking at Mack, even after the other man had averted his eyes. Then something dawned on him. “Us men, we have the reputation of thinking with our penises. But we’re not all like that. For The Fine Line by Zahra Owens

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    some men, sex is inextricably linked with love and caring and feeling a sense of safety, of belonging. I’ll admit I’ve rarely seen it to this extreme, but maybe that’s it? Maybe you’ll do fine if you find a guy who you really like and feel good about?”
    “That’s not very likely, is it? Most men I meet are the kind that go out to clubs in search of strangers to take home with them for a quick fuck.”
    “Even among those, there are guys who are looking for something more steady.” ‘Take me for example,’ Jay almost added.
    “I don’t want something more steady, I want it all. I want a guy who’s faithful, someone I can trust.”
    “Do you trust me?” Jay barely registered the words leaving his lips. Then he wished he could take them back.
    Mack nodded. The movement of his head was barely visible, but Jay saw it nevertheless. He stretched out his arm and Mack took his hand, a little hesitantly at first, then he quickly retracted his hand and wiped it on his smart trousers before gripping the offering again. “Sorry, I’m nervous, so my hands are a little sweaty.”
    “That’s okay,” Jay soothed, “I’m nervous too.” He got up from his chair without letting go of Mack’s hand and moved to stand before him.
    He knew what he was about to do was breaking more rules than he could come up with but it had worked before, so he wanted to try it again. He lowered himself to his knees and saw Mack spread his legs a little so Jay could move closer. “Try to relax, remember everything works better if you relax yourself.” It took all of Jay’s restraint to take it slow but he knew he needed to, so he put his free hand on Mack’s thigh and moved a little closer. When the older man didn’t retreat, he moved his hand up to his hip and brought his face closer to Mack’s as well, then led their entwined hands to his own hip. “Put your hand there,” he instructed.
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    eyes dilate. His heart skipped a beat but he couldn’t lose control now.
    Just because the man was aroused didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be bolting out the door as soon as it became too intimate again.
    Jay moved closer into Mack’s personal space until their lips were almost touching. He saw him turn his head slightly and just before it became a kiss, Jay moved his lips to Mack’s jaw, then down his neck when he felt Mack react to the tender touch by throwing his head back.
    Cradling the older man’s head with his hand, he continued leaving slow, sultry kisses all the way down to his collarbone until a soft moan escaped Mack’s lips.
    “Jay?”
    “Yes?” Jay looked into Mack’s eyes and saw how they were dark with lust now.
    “I don’t know what to do next,” he answered embarrassedly.
    “Whatever feels good,” Jay replied. He was still nervous and in the back of his head he knew what he was doing was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself.
    “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Jay wanted to say ‘follow your instincts’ or ‘it doesn’t matter’ but he knew that Mack was pretty much lost in the lovemaking department and this was no time to play guessing games, so he took Mack’s hand from his hip and guided it to the tented trousers between the seated man’s legs. “Touch yourself,” he whispered.
    “Will you kiss me?” Mack asked quietly.
    Jay looked up and smiled. His eyes then drifted south of their own accord and he saw Mack unzip his fine suit trousers and insert his hand into them. He realised Mack might be quite the novice in the lovemaking department, but if he trusted someone, he was shameless. What he really wanted to do was mimic Mack’s movements and touch himself too, knowing he was hard inside his tight jeans as well, but he felt that was The Fine