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'YoGA MaT' 29 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Monday morning, Tom!"
"Owch," Tom responds to the slapshot of Mat's hand on his furry tummy, soiled with last night's sex.
"Hm," Mat says in a mundane manner, "like you can actually feel it through those layers of dried jizz?"
Mat slaps hands together, as if rubbing dried beach sand from his palms, "I suppose you were too drunk to remember the 'first party', before we had to rush to the hospital?" Mat gives a long, drawn out explanation, in order for Tom to recollect thoughts of 'the first half' of his sexually active weekend.
Trying to sit up, to gather his thoughts, Tom touches his head, "oooh, I think I need you to remember for me."
Mat knows better, "what, and deprive you of a little hand action, when you get to the office?"
"Oh right," he thinks again. About the Monday morning slap to his stomach, "why does the weekend always seem so short?"
Mat could've very easily swung his legs over his side of the bed to exit, but it was more fun to climb over his partner, whereas he juggled his bod, landing full face plant on his lips, "I love keeping you on edge all week!"
Like a punch to the gut, Tom calls after Mat has left the bed, "sadist!"
And like usual, Mat's response, "I'm sure if you didn't like the way I treat you, you would have left a long time ago?"
Tom's answer, "get the shower going. I'll be right in."
"Oh?" Mat stands at the doorway to their lux bath room, "and who's giving the orders now?"
With Mat, Tom could never win, but that's what he liked about their relationship. Lying right back down in a relaxed way, oblivious to the fact he had to be showered, dressed, fed in a matter of forty minutes, a hand gravitates to his crotch.
Instead of his mate, Tom thinks on who entered, made a deposit and left, at the 'first' party. At forty-one years old and not getting any younger, thoughts flooded his mind, not of any of the young boys of the weekend, but the first time he met Mat and flipped through the years that followed.
"Damn lucky," he says to himself, not which he was referring to his semi-hard shaft, hand still working at producing a rockhard condition.
"Tom, get your ass in here!"
He's startled, not shocked by Mat's voice, which gets him bouncing out of bed and hightailing it into the bathroom, "coming, dear!"
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It's not only the owner, but his staff playing out the same scene, of working themselves from one last jerk, whereas their next one probably wouldn't come until Monday evening, unless they get lucky during daytime hours.
A most aggressive individual, both in business practices and the bedroom, Dev is there at the front desk, taking up the helm and rudder, "hello. Can I help you?"
Standing there in what he could assemble, an ensemble of unmatched gym tank, a jacket covering most of the chest fuzz of ginger-blond hair, gym shorts and socks with red stripes, which doesn't go perfectly well with the purple pants, "hi. I'm Everett. Tom probably mentioned something about me starting today?"
'No', Dev thinks on it, sure Tom never mentioning, "in what capacity?"
"Administrative, I think."
Even though he'd rather be at a man's backdoor, with Everett licking him like a lollipop, "Tom did mention," fibbing, "something about giving me an assistant."
It's just then, Tom, decked out in casual business-gym attire, walks in, all freshened up from the shower.
Dev, a ploy to make sure he and the boss are on the same page, "oh Tom, thanks so much for hiring me an assistant."
Weekend memories were vague, Tom going with it, "you're welcome. Uh, you'll fill Everett in on all the details?"
Tom didn't wait around for an answer. If he did, he would have been fixated with a picture of Everett in the buff, with memories of his tongue working over all that lush fur.
"Okay," Dev says, pacing himself to gather his thoughts of what to say, "first, why don't we get you suited up in 'Mat's Yoga Studio' gear?"
Kind of the jack-of-all-trades at the yoga studio, Dev grabs Hasan's attention, tearing him away from mop duty, to watch the desk, leading Everett to the supply closet.
Hasan watches as they vacate the lobby, shaking his head back and forth. From first hand experience, he knew what going to the supply closet meant, in the long term. Yet, how could he judge or condemn, when he's done the same himself, whether with another to privately find relief. The twenty-two year old thinking on how much better he could be doing in life, had he the education, other than delivering pizza he stabs the water bucket with his mop. Removing it, the water is squished out, removed and pushed around on the floor.
On the other hand, Mat has had a keen eye on Hasan and as he strolls in, "what are you up to today? Tom keeping you busy, Hasan?"
"Hey Mat, can I talk to you for a second?"
Mat was kind of in a hurry, not worried about dressing the part of a yoga instructor, which required more stripping than putting on a uniform for his class of nude men, "I've got a few minutes. What's on your mind?"
Hasan can't say how many times he's heard that phrase, wanting to answer in a personal way, "I just feel I could be doing so much more around here."
Not really knowing much about the employees Tom hires, Mat says, "oh? In what respect?"
"First, I am very thankful to you and Tom for taking me away from the food service job, but I feel impaired, or maybe not empowered with what my full potential could be."
Mat, still vague, "and how do you perceive what your full potential could be, Hasan?"
"Like I said, you have done a lot for me and I hate to ask for more."
"Well, I have fifteen minutes before I have to get naked and lead a class of men through Sun Salutations, so if it's going to take more than that, you're going to have to wait till later."
All morning Hasan has been trying to think of a way to present his idea to Mat, but with the time constraint, "I want to go back to college, but don't have money for tuition," he's counting off each digit of his hand, "books, transportation, and..."
"None of that would be a problem. Why don't you draw up a list of your financial needs and give it to Tom. He's better at working out that kind of stuff."
"Plus," Hasan doesn't leave out, "I want to make sure you get paid back in full, in a timely manner, which is why I am happy to have the job I have, working for you."
Mat looks at his fit watch, "I'm sure Tom can work with you on that. If I had the time, I'd check into it myself."
"Okay. I will let you go. Thank you for your time."
About to depart the lobby, in walks Dev and Everett, stripped from the waists up, towels around their hips.
Both Mat and Hasan are stopped dead in their tracks, staring.
"Oh Mat, good you are here," Dev says, "but you forget that I am teaching your yoga class this morning?"
With all that was happening, things got a little blurred by the weekend party and Sherman's disposition, his visit to the hospital, "oh yes," he snaps a finger, "I did forget about that and I really appreciate that you are here to take over."
Everett says, "I really appreciate you and Tom giving me not only a job, but a way to put my skills to work. I've never taught a class before."
Dev has, Mat saying, "you have a good teacher."
Dev says, "we better get in there to set up the studio."
All this time, Hasan has been taking it in, skinny Dev, well-built, hairy Everett, perhaps more attentive to the instructors than his conversation with Mat.
"Well, it looks like I have some free time on my hands, Hasan. Why don't we meet with Tom and see how we can help you out?"
"Oh, but I'm supposed to be watching the desk?"
"No problem. It's been a long time since I've been a desk jockey. Go. You meet with Tom."
"Really? It's not an imposition?"
Knowing where Hasan's eyes were glued a few minutes before, "what, and pass up on all the eye candy moving from the lockers to the yoga studio?"
Not oblivious to Mat's good looks, Hasan says, "if ever I can help you out, in that respect, you be sure not to hesitate to ask me?"
Mat wondered about how he could work the conversation around to come to the same conclusion, "I'll certainly keep that in mind. Now, shoo!"
As the morning progressed, Mat was more confronted with questioning clients, rerouted from the next door gym, which required him to dial up Tom.
What they hadn't realized, college students were still in the process of working out schedules, which included hustling over to the new gym in town, trying to sign up, in hopes of securing some kind of break in the financial, to balance it out between that, tuition and other costs.
It had been at least twenty years since Mat and Tom had been college students, which is why they were glad Hasan was in their midsts.
Tom was not readily available, a phone call before admitting Hasan into his office. Standing directly outside Tom's office, no one would know Hasan's position, that being a maintenance worker, the uniform could also mean he was an instructor.
"Oh, hi," a frat guy approaches, holding a flyer in his hand. In holding it up, "can you direct me to where I can sign up for the gym?"
Hasan didn't know what to say, thinking about it. Or maybe it was him thinking too much about the hot, handsome, young man?
Wanting to cut Hasan-in-uniform a break, the frat guy says, "or maybe I'm not even at the right address?"
Stuttering, Hasan says, "yeah, it's here. I mean, not here, here. It's the next building over to be exact."
Counting the surrounding buildings in his head, the young dude says, "if you've got the time to show me?"
By gesture, Hassan agrees, signaling with a hand to follow, finally seeking out, "so, what's your name?"
"Daan Macson," he says and as he does, in passing by the open supply closet door, it catches Randy's ear.
"Daan Macson?" Randy pokes his head out the door, carrying two hefty rolls of paper towels.
"Oh. Hi," Daan swallows, "how's it going, Randy?"
Hassan, hired way after Randy, asks, "you two know each other?"
Not enough time had passed for Hassan to find out all about Daan's history.
Randy says, "our pasts have brushed."
Daan furnishes information, "yeah, I met Randy quite by accident, actually."
Randy might not be with it all the time, but he was connecting with the message, Daan probably not wanting everyone to know, how he was caught rummaging through the dumpster out back, and patting Daan on the chest, "that's right. A couple of years ago, I think?"
Daan was relieved Randy hadn't spilled the beans, skirting around the dumpster incident, "I think less than that."
Hassan thought there was more to it, but went with it, "I see. Small world."
To scoot around the subject, Daan says, "I hadn't realized you worked maintenance, Randy?"
"Indirectly. When you work around here, a person takes up whichever position fits the moment. The towel stations ran on empty, and being I'm the first to notice, it becomes my job to fill it. When you work at Mat's Yoga, you work the gym, the cafe and whatever servicing is needed, it becomes part of the job."
Randy wasn't quite thrilled over the added responsibility, but Mat and Tom are fair employers. Plus, Randy loved seeing all those hot men working out in the gym, nude yoga class, bouncing from here to there!
Daan had noticed the change in Randy. He wasn't some irresponsible halfwit he once came to know.
"That's great, Randy."
Hassan really didn't have much to do much gazing, so stood by the two, breathing in what he could.
"So, what are you up to these days, Daan?"
At that moment, Tom tests the new public address system, and after clearing his throat publicly, "attention please, will Hassan please report to my office."
If Hassan hadn't allowed Randy to converse with Daan, he might've been to the gym and back. To take up the slack, he says, "oh Randy, are you able to give Daan a tour of the gym, if you have the time?"
He hated doing that, but right now, 'the boss' was more important.
Randy owed Hassan a few favors, "of course. Not a problem, Hassan."
Daan says, "thanks all the same, Hassan."
They exchanged smiles, but Randy got the feeling this wasn't anything like, 'love at first sight', or anything.
"Okay then, ready for the tour?"
Daan felt good with it, and unlike if he was a stranger to a guy, liked the idea of Randy putting a 'buddy arm' over his shoulder, leading him down the hallway.
"So, what is it you've been up to since we last met, Daan?"
"Found me a job at the sports shop in town."
"Cool," Randy says and as Randy is randy, "any hot guys work there?"
'That's Randy,' Daan thinks it, and not to disappoint, "yeah, a few. Why, you still single?"
Randy thinks back to the few guys he tried to drum up a steady relationship with, but instead of revealing that history, skirts around 'Sean', "yeah. Why? You interested?"
Randy laughs.
Daan knew, if he said 'yes', he would put the fear into Randy, "I'm more working on trying to piece my life together, so staying single at the moment."
Being wishy-washy, Randy says, "I hear ya man. Been doing the same thing myself." He felt the power of guilt, not mentioning Sean.
Instead of asking Randy how many guys he's fucked with the past month, he diverts, "then we have something in common."
Which brought them to the entrance of the gym, "yeah," Randy says with a laugh, "I'll keep you informed if that ever changes!"
Daan liked Randy, though to become involved with him in a relationship, it's something not of his priorities, but he was kind about it, "cool."
Then, as Randy holds the door to the gym, before Daan can enter, a guy is leaving, saying, "thanks, Randy."
Daan tries to recall where he's met this guy. However, he's out the door and on his way, before he can inquire.
Probably just as baffled, the tank-topped guy does a u-turn, "do I know you?"
Randy's eyes drift upwards, like one of the oldest pickup lines in the book!
Daan turns back around, "yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
Shifting his gym bag from right, to left hand, he says, "Alton Sharf."
Part of what was mesmerizing Daan, was all that dark chest hair, left uncovered by the tank-top, "uh, right. You were the private investigator I talked to about the," he stops, starts, "I don't know if I'm supposed to say, but the supermarket incident?"
Hands connecting, Alton says, "you can say that much, but I wouldn't take it any further."
But Alton couldn't hang around, on his Monday extended lunch break, "hey, I gotta go. Duty calls, but here, take my card."
"Thanks," Daan says, left standing there with the card in his hand.
Turning around, he didn't immediately see Randy, but condemned himself for being rude. He was also thinking, Alton a hot guy, except he seemed a little too old for him. At twenty-two he wasn't about to get tied down to a guy in his mid thirties, as he perceives Alton to be.
However, being he was standing right there, in the lobby of the gym, seconds later Randy returns, another guy tailgating him.
It was on his mind to apologize, but instead Randy says, "hey, I've got some things I have to attend to, but Donnie here will take care of showing you around. Donnie, this is Danny."
As 'Donnie' gets to know 'Danny', Randy skips out.
'Donnie' says, "uh, no offense, but I more prefer Donato, if it's okay?"
"Okay with me, long as you don't mind calling me Daan?"
He pronounced it more like 'don', but with 'ah' thrown into it.
Donato misinterprets it, "okay, Dah-han. Did I get it right?"
Daan, thinking Donato a really hot guy, at this point didn't care, "close enough, 'Donato'!"
Daan's smile set the tone of warmth, causing Donato to pause, an upturned crease to his lips.
With a void of silence, Donato says, "thanks, Da-han."
Twenty-two years old, versus forty-one, age was put aside, the two solidifying how they felt about each other, with words of emotion unsaid.
"Well," Donato breaks the ice, "shall we get started on that tour?"
"Lead the way," Daan says.
Donato's immediate reaction was kept secret, him thinking, if he were to lead the way, Daan would be getting the benefit, tailing his ass. 'No', thought Donato, if there was something there to develop, it would be more like him to follow the other guys ass. Placing an arm over Daan's shoulder, he leads the way.
The giddy feeling Daan was experiencing from moments ago, continued, causing him to smile, thinking of the fatherly way in which Donato was manhandling him. Not in a lewd or coersive manner, the relaxed way in which his tour guide was conducting him, it felt more like buds than anything. Yet, since Donato was older than him, it felt good to have someone more like a father figure, that wasn't anything like his biological dad, to latch onto. That's what Daan was attributing the fact of the chills he was getting right now.
Opening the back door to Mat's Yoga Studio, Donato prolongs the tour, "'this', is the driveway you have to cross, to get to the gym."
Daan cocks his head, stares directly at Donato's face, "um, you might have to hold my hand, since I'm not comfortable crossing major thoroughfares on my own?"
Oh man, Donato wanted to hold more than Daan's hand and, because he was in a frivolous mood, "I'd like to hold more than that!"
Peeling himself out of Donato's grip, Daan exclaims, "oh my god, Don," his jaw drops open.
It's then that Donato gets all flush, like blood is rushing to his stupid head, "shit, that was a stupid thing to say. I humbly apologize, Daan."
Daan realizes his offensive tone, and feeling something mediocre on his face, smiles, "not your fault," he thinks back, "if I hadn't even suggested, holding my hand, truly I didn't mean anything by it."
Both seemed to be bailing out on the feelings and desires they had for each other.
"Me too," Donato says, suddenly backtracking his thinking, "no, wait a minute, I take that apology, if it's okay?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah," Donato drops the worried look, real emotions flooding in, "I'm not sorry," he suddenly takes to facing Daan, rubbing both hands up and down the twenty-two year old's arms, "in fact," he goes on without worry that Daan will forthrightly ball up a fist or two and take him down, "I'd really like to manhandle you a bit," and thinking that a little too strong, "or something like that."
Donato, personally wondered where all this was coming from, when just his morning, he swore he was not going to involve himself with another man, at least right away.
Daan thought about it, thinking of himself sometimes not able to express what he feels, "well, that does seem a little strong," he reciprocates, except instead of running palms up and down Donato's arms, weaves hands inbetween, using his rib cage as a washboard, "but I'd like get to know you in a more personal way."
'Oh boy', Donato thinks to himself, 'what have I gotten myself into?'
To break up their little emotional rescue, Randy comes from the gym, "okay, I'm available now to continue that walk thru."
He could plainly see what was happening, Randy hoping to pick up where Donato was leaving off, hopefully it leading to the supply closet.
Donato, too involved to allow things to go the other way, "fuck you, Randy," he escorts Daan towards the gym.
Randy was devastated, for one thing, his charm and good looks not being a catalyst to sway Daan his way, "what? Was it something I said?"
He shrugs both shoulders, Randy thinking it nothing much of anything, heads inside back to the yoga studio.
Daan says, as Donato holds the door, "do I sense a bit of jealousy there?"
A smile and an exhale, Donato says, "I doubt it. I'm not a person to start rumors, but Randy, the only thing he looks for in a relationship, is to get a guy stripped down and humped over a barrel!"
Donato's laugh, which signals to Daan something humorous, yet could be real, "oh really," pausing, without staring into eyes, "is that something I don't need to worry about?"
"What?" Donato didn't get it.
"You stripping me down and humping me over a barrel?"
It was time for Donato's jaw to drop, "No. I mean, never. I'm not that kind of guy. I'm more with the romantic approach, if you know what I mean?"
Daan did sense the ten-year generational gap, but being he wasn't thinking of it age-wise, "yeah, sort of, but to clarify things, I think you better show me. I mean, to make it crystal clear?"
Donato, who wasn't looking for anything in the way of romanticizing a guy, stood there contemplating. Yet, thinking if he waited too long, "would starting with dinner be an option for you?"
Actually, Daan was sensing taking it to another level, but remains conservative, "uh, yeah. That would be cool."
Donato then realizes they are not in the secluded area of a bedroom, whereas he could escalate things, "good then. After I show you around, you work out with some of the clients, then maybe we can meet up later."
"Yeah," Daan says, "that would be cool." However, he wasn't about to let things be said and done, "but what might be good, since you have more experience and expertise, is to show me just how to help out a client?"
Donato was looking for what to do in the loophole in his schedule, "actually that might not be a bad idea, since I'm in between clients and have a two hour gap."
Used to his independency, calling the shots for himself, Donato wasn't at all taken aback by a younger guy, when Daan says, "great then, except one thing."
"What's that?"
"Where can I get one of the uniforms, like you're wearing?"
This was going to be sticky for Donato. He knows Daan is not aware, but this would place them in the supply closet, known to some staff as a place where two men could be secluded, out of the public view, apt to get it on.
Then it came to Donato, to avoid that scene, "sure. I can rustle up some gym togs, while you go pick out a locker?"
It made Daan smile, thinking of 'togs'. It's been years since his steamy coach used that word, "sure. See you in five?"
Five, ten, fifteen, whatever, all that could register was, Daan wasn't parting company with Donato and a warm feeling coarsed through his senses.
Entering the supply closet, Donato was ashamed at himself for even having dirty thoughts of him and Daan getting it on. Next, to distract himself, he searched shelves for medium tee shirt, shorts, and as he did, suddenly feels something. Looking down upon himself, he says, "oops!" Second reaction, the forty-one year old says, "oh shit!" Third, "down boy," he pats his crotch.
Fortunately it wasn't a full blown reaction to his thoughts about Daan, and in order to completely reverse the flow the other way, used something a shrink had told him once, 'think of an unhappy, but not too devastating thing that has happened in your life'. Donato always resorted to his former partner, which ended on a sour note. At first it gave him grief, but time heals and so did his heart. So did his erection and in no time he was ready to depart the supply closet.
A perfect solution, until he faces Daan at the locker he chose, "oh my god!"
Donato's crotch began to spring into action once more.
"What?" Daan smiles, all giddity-up, standing there in only briefs.
Sensing Daan pranking him, Donato says, "you little demon!"
"From the looks of your crotch, Donato, if I'm a demon," he leaves the rest blank.
Donato wondered if Daan was pumped up as himself, or was that a natural bulge, "maybe we should skip dinner tonight!"
Daan protests, "oh no, you're not getting out of taking me to a swanky restaurant and getting romantic later on."
Being put on the spot, Donato struggles with his words, "oh yeah, that's what I meant. Why? Did you think I meant something else?"
Daan stands there, a smirk on his face, while balancing hands on his hips.
"Is that the gym uniform you have for me?"
'Wise', Donato thought, for Daan to break the chain of thought, "yeah. I hope medium is your size?"
After he said it, Donato had a wicked thought, thinking of Daan's bulge.
"Could be," he steals the shorts out of Donato's hands.
'Wicked', Donato thought, to be staring at Daan's crotch, getting the last glimpse before the gray shorts cover it up
"Fits good. What do you think? Too tight?"
Donato did think, 'not tight enough', but instead of the sexual approach, "I think it fits you good."
Daan did wonder, in what sense Donato meant that, but being good, "great. The shirt?"
Donato tosses the shirt to Daan, catching it mid-chest, smiling over the top of the bundle, "you're lucky I'm a good catch!"
After saying it, Daan realizes he wasn't thinking about the shirt, "yeah, you are."
"What do you think?" Daan paves the shirt down over his taut bod.
Donato had been to art museums, where a sheet was placed over a work of art, ready for the unveiling, "fits you perfectly."
"Okay then. Let me put my sneakers back on and we'll be ready."
Donato felt all dreamy, standing there with arms folded across his pecs.
Stealing a glance at Donato, Daan did feel a little flush, thinking did he or did he not happen to have his eyes fall on the crotch reason. To play it safe, he didn't apologize or say anything about it. One time, in gym class he did happen to say something to a guy, but luckily it was taken by both as a way of coming out.
Jumping up, like the second part of a jumping jack, Daan says, "okay, all set. Where do we start?"
Still with 'that' kind of a feeling, Donato wanted to say a blow job, but being he was on company time, and that just a silly feeling, "the locker room?"
Joking, Daan says, "there's more?"
Showing Daan the showers was appealing to both.
In fact, as they departed that section of the locker room, Daan just had to quip, "you've got some hot guys working out at the gym."
Donato jokes, "hey, don't shove it all on me, they're your guys too, now!"
Strangely, for Daan, he wasn't thinking of all that watered down bod hair, but his attention solely on Donato, "yeah, you're right." It was on the tip of his tongue to mention what he was thinking, but not knowing Donato that well stopped him in his tracks.
Each was glad they had the distraction of instructing clients in the gym. Daan even met up with this girl he knew in high school, who happened to be working out with another alumni, and come to find out, her and her roomie had come out to each other and now were living together!
"Small world," Daan says, as he speaks to one of them, Donato showing the other how to tense the core for a plank.
The one Daan works with, 'Denise', says, "so, is that your boyfriend?"
Daan wanted to respond in the positive, but if caught in a fib, could render things the other way around, so compromised, "not yet."
His smile made Denise smile, and throwing off any other questioning, "what about you?"
"Almost as soon as we met, Aaliyah and I discovered we had something in common and after
"We understand college," Hasan says, having had some semesters, before having to take a hiatus, "so if you sign up today, we can offer you college discount."
It's at that moment he looks at Tom.
Tom had no clue, putting it back on Hasan, "don't look at me," he made it up as he went along, "you're the new college liaison manager."
It made Hasan stop for a moment, think on it, having never heard of such a position, but then took it for what it was worth, "how about you," he addresses the crowd of about twenty college frat, "pay ten dollars for the first month. Deal?"
Tom bit his lip. He was hoping for higher, but Mat puts it to him, in a whisper so only they can hear, "I think our college liaison manager needs a little financial assistance?"
Thinking quick, Tom says, "at least we'll only have to bite the bullet for one month."
"Oh, you're going to have to bite more than that!"
"Mm," Tom says, "starting tonight, I hope!"
Always looking to the future, Mat says, "depends on if Hasan has plans for the evening."
Overjoyed, Tom says, "two against one, I love the odds!"
Not only for the morning hours, but throughout the day Tom and Hasan remained busy at the front desk until about two, when the influx of college frat began to dwindle.
One of the last to enter the yoga studio, "hi Tom, remember me?"
He wasn't acquainted with many Asians. Matter of fact, only one he could name, "Kenji, is it?"
"John. Shu. We met only once, so."
More attentive to the conversation, third man at the counter says, "hi. I'm Hasan. Are you here for a gym membership?"
"I was thinking about it," yet John had more on his mind than signing up!
Tom was thinking, 'well that didn't take long', for someone else to steal John's attention away from him!
The more the two talked, the more Tom felt out of place, slowing excusing himself, saying he should really process the gathered applications.
It was an in for John, "oh, then I should fill out one, too?"
Hasan, very interested in signing John up, or perhaps more, "sure and I can help you with it."
Tom, hearing it as he makes his way out of the lobby, smiles, saying to himself, 'I bet you will!'
He had caught Hasan changing out of his maintenance fatigues more than once, viewing that hot Arabian bod, fuzzy pecs, tummy, with a dark stripe dividing his abs. Not wanting to be 'too' obvious, he didn't stick around for the pants to come off, but having a natural bulge, he's sure Hasan is 'gifted'!
Getting a call, Hasan answers back before hanging up, "cool."
Seconds later, he's posing to John, "I'm off duty. Would you like to have coffee with me?"
"Uh," it takes John all of two seconds to decide, "sure."
He knew Chef Geoff was still setting up shop, but tapping on the glass of the annexed eatery, bought him entry.
"I know you are not ready for customers," Hasan addresses Geoff.
"Nonsense," Geoff says, actually one of his favorite words to trivialize matters, "come on in."
His eyes were on John, so Hasan is quick to introduce him.
Which, Geoff responds, "welcome."
Hasan shrugs both shoulders, smiling.
"So, what can I get you?"
Hasan says, "coffee."
"Tea?" John says.
"Tea is good," Hasan changes his mind.
John says, "or, I could have coffee."
Hasan smiles, "if you like?"
"No, not really," John smiles at Hasan.
Certainly, Geoff notes the attraction, the two locking eyes, transmitting silent affection, "and what will you have to eat?"
It took more than seconds for the two to drop the mesmerizing, "um, I don't know," John finally concludes.
Hasan says, "what have you got?"
Geoff says, "well, I'm still putting together a menu. How about some chicken wings?"
Hasan looks for John's opinion.
"Whatever is good for you, is good for me, Hasan."
Hasan's mind wandered beyond the food order, but came back to reality, "okay, we'll have the wings. Any fries with that, Geoff?"
"Will sweet potato fries do?"
With their food in, the two take to one of the padded booths.
"Nice, almost like the furniture in my apartment," John says.
Hasan, who has been sheltering at the gay pride center, says, "apartment?"
John was never one to boast, nor brag, but sometimes, explaining where a person is from, it's tough to keep everything secretive, "yes. Growing up times were tough, but once my parents' restaurant business became a popular spot, things eased up."
Hasan didn't have a clue to what John was trying to say, "easy, you mean?"
"No, not easy. What I mean," John tried to study Hasan's face for clues, to whether he was getting what he was saying, "what I mean is, we were poor for a while, but when the restaurant started making business, which was not only Asians, but others wanting an eating experience, other than typical American cuisine, the restaurant was going so well, my father expanded on the hours and."
John stopped, not just because he didn't think he was getting through to Hasan, "geez, you know you've got the greenest eyes I've ever seen? I mean, just not green, but," he searches, "emerald?"
Hasan didn't really know how to respond, a guy never telling him something up and personal like that before, "you think so?"
He tries to look at his eyes through the blade of a knife!
From eyes to his whole being, John says, "in fact, I think you're whole self is," he fished for words, "really good looking."
Hasan was feeling it too, about John, but shy and not knowing what to follow up with, speaks his mind freely, "are you top or bottom?"
Never wanting to rush into things, John says, inadvertly answering the question, "generally, I like to get to know a guy before getting oral with him."
Thinking it, like it is, Hasan says, "then I want to get to know you. More."
Dirty thoughts began to flood John's mind and caving in to random thoughts, "like, how big are we talking?"
Feeling the electricity between his thighs begin to go on overload, Hasan says, "if we were at your apartment, I would show you right away."
John had seen this in a movie and it wasn't with two gay guys, but a hetero-couple, "I don't know if I can wait."
Hasan sees the top of John's shoulders 'kiss' the tabletop, but doesn't connect with the underneath, until he feels a hand fondling his zipper area, "oh my god, John!"
Having reached out, touched, felt the bulge, John tries to project a more gentlemanly approach, bringing hands up, putting them on the table and then thinking Hasan might feel like getting up and running out of the restaurant, "oh, I'm so, so sorry. I like, never did anything like that before."
Hasan smiles, "it's okay. I liked it. I would like to feel more, so don't be sorry."
By the time Hasan got to the end of his statement, he had reached across the table, meeting John's hands, coupling them with his.
"Feel more. Does that like mean, you're okay with me, that I did something lowdown and dirty?"
John rarely thought of himself as anything but a perfect angel, the way his parents brought him up, to think before he does anything, which could come back to haunt him.
"I don't see anything wrong with being honest. Lowdown and dirty? I don't think it, if it is what I think you are saying."
Feeling like a failure in trying to communicate emotions he had little experience with, John says, "do you think you might like to come over to my apartment? You know, to see what it looks like?"
Really, John was hoping Hasan was interested in more than the furnishings!
"I would like to see it."
Though, Hasan would more be interested in see more than the inside of John's apartment, or compartment? : )
Then John sighs, in a way that seems more like a hefty exhale.
Hasan didn't know how to express himself, so kept it general, "I sense something."
"I just feel I should tell you what I really mean."
Both were awkward in telling each their straightforward feelings.
Hasan, not any different, "you can tell me. What?"
Going down, what John thought, was that dirty alley again, "I want to, like, get it on with you?"
He was already prepared to have Hasan get up and leave, but he sat there, perhaps processing things, till reaching a conclusion, "well, um," he clears his throat, "I think maybe I might have the same idea."
At which point, they were interrupted by Geoff spreading their table with plates of whatever he could conjure up, given the lack of a menu, "I hope this will be sufficient for your hungry appetites. Took me long enough, huh?"
Hungry appetites? They were famished, but food wasn't something fulfilling as of right now.
However, each voiced opinion over being starved, which Geoff apologizes, "I'm so sorry it took so long. Trust me, when I finalize the menu selections, it'll be cooked and on your table in a snap."
Not just one snap of the finger, but with both hands, Geoff thought that would break the mesmerized feeling each had over the other.
His plan was met with failure, so Geoff gave up and went back to his kitchen work. Like sugar plums, thoughts danced through his mind!
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