One Day Maybe
by Mark C.
by Mark C.
Authors Note: This story is copyrighted by the author, and no part of it may be copied, linked to, or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction, and the characters, places, and events are not real. They exist only in the mind of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, places or events is unintentional.
The rest of the day went by in a blur it seemed, but with moments of crystal clear clarity, usually focused on James. His smile while joking with Janice, the way he played with his pen while concentrating on his computer monitor and the manner in which he held the phone to his ear in such earnestness when talking to a co-worker with a computer issue. Several times he looked over my way and gave me such an incredibly sweet grin. Anyone watching me when he did so probably thought I was someone needing psychiatric care, but I didn't care, my heart just took it all in, content to watch this wonderful man and relish the feeling of completeness effusing my being.
Approaching me at the end of the day, James handed me a piece of paper with his address on it and said, "I think you'll need this for tomorrow night, unless you can read minds."
I laughed and joked, "Hey, once in college I volunteered for a psychology experiment in ESP. The tester looked through a deck of cards and thought of each card. I was to see if I had an impression or thought of which card it was he was thinking of and tell the test administrator."
"Let me guess. You rated very high in ESP and so you already know my address and what I think of your smile because you read my mind."
"Sorry to disappointment you," I grinned at him. "As it turned out, I was a complete failure. With random luck, a person is expected to get several right. Correct answers over the certain statistical few correct indicates a possibility of ESP. However, I didn't get any right, not even one. There went my hope of making millions by being a spy and getting secrets out of enemies' minds!"
"That's good because I would hate to have you know all my secrets right up front. No sense of wonder uncovering little tidbits about me if you know it all ahead of time. Plus if you know I never put the cap on the toothpaste or that I snore at times, you might not want dinner with me tomorrow night, in case you are a toothpaste cap freak."
"Well, I don't mind the cap or snoring if you don't mind that occasionally my clothes don't make it into the dirty clothes hamper. I think it vomits them back out onto the floor when I'm asleep or something." And while we were joking about this, I was feeling very comfortable about this conversation. Just an ordinary conversation between two people hoping to get deeper in a relationship. Before I met James, talking about more intimate details of our lives so soon with someone would have made me a bit uncomfortable.
We walked out of the building together and said our goodbyes. My heart lurched when he shut his car door and I was not in the seat beside him. I wanted to run over and open the passenger door and fling myself in the seat. Man, did I have it bad for James.
The rest of the evening went on autopilot as I tried not to think every 5 minutes, "What is he doing now?" After showering, I called Fay to tell her I had a dinner date tomorrow but only got her answering machine. so I just left a brief message and told her I had some news next time we talked. I wondered how she was doing with Tim as I hung up.
Sleep eluded me that night, as my mind was busy with thoughts of James. Eventually I able to get to sleep, but only after releasing my pent up emotions through the time honored way for males. Then a deep slumber took me and I didn't even have any dreams the rest of the night.
The following day seemed to drag on. I swear all the clocks in the building were wrong and toying with me. They must have been in cahoots to see if they could drive me crazy, and it was working. How could it be only 5 minutes since the last time I looked, when I would have sworn in a court of law it had been an hour. Seeing James was a sweet torment because I knew we were having dinner but I had to get through the day first. Eventually the eternity that was the work day came to an end and I was released from time purgatory.
I had a hard time choosing what to wear, not wanting to dress too casually or formally. Too casual and it might send the message I didn't take the occasion seriously nor think much about James. Too formal and I might put a damper on things, as if my clothes were a wall between us. In the end, I decided on a long sleeved shirt and chinos. Just the right compromise, I felt.
Pulling up before the address James had given me, I admit I felt anxious. This could be the beginning of something I had been waiting for all my life. Or it could be another stop along the heartbreak road I had been on recently. Only one way to find out so I steeled myself, took a deep breath and then went up and knocked on his door. The house was a cute small bungalow, painted an off white almond color and was smartly kept up. Someone had taken pride in the house and it showed.
"Hey, welcome to this part of town!" said James, greeting me as he opened his door. "Come on in, I'm almost ready. Pardon the boxes but I'm still putting away a few things from the move. Let me get a couple of things then we can go." The living room I had stepped into held 4 packing boxes but was neat and tidy. It had wood floors which leant it a rustic homey feel and the furniture seemed inviting. There was a simple masculinity to it all which I found relaxing as I looked around.
"Did you have issues finding the place?" James queried as he came out of his bedroom with his wallet in his hand. He was wearing a cobalt blue shirt which if it looked any better would have been unlawful.
"Nope, all was good."
"Good. Shall we go then. I'm starved I have to admit."
"Then your chariot awaits."
He locked the door and we got into my car. His presence filled the vehicle - and my heart.
"Where are we going, if I can ask?"
I replied, "I made reservations at the Metropolitan Grill. Have you been there?"
"No, but I've heard of it. Sounded very good, what I heard."
"Yeah, it's one of my favorite places. I'm hoping you'll like it so I can score points." I grinned at him.
"You don't have to score points with me, Ben. You have the highest score possible already." He must have seen the look on my face as I processed his last statement and almost hit car in front of me because he then said, "Concentrate on driving and getting us there in one piece, will ya'?"
I just nodded as ten thousand remarks flooded my brain and caused neural paralysis. He put his hand on my leg and squeezed and said, "I'm really looking forward to dinner."
I nodded again and replied huskily, "Me too, very much so." I didn't dare look at him or there would be a good chance we would hit a utility pole or something. But my heart was responding to his words and I wanted to sing out loud at the top of my lungs. He kept his hand on my leg and it felt absolutely wonderful there. As if it belonged there since time began.
We talked about the work day for the rest of the drive to the restaurant, giving my blood pressure time to come down.
I had asked for a corner table so as to have a modicum of privacy and I was glad I had, as the restaurant was its usual bustle of activity heralding the mark of an excellent venue. We were seated and almost immediately our legs found each other underneath the white tablecloth and I could not believe how warm and natural his thigh felt next to mine.
"How about some champagne to start with, James? To celebrate your arrival in Seattle."
"And to meeting you." I could not help the slight blush working its way up my cheeks at his words and I hoped he did not notice in the slightly dim lighting.
But he did notice. "You are so adorable when you blush, did you know that?"
Of course, that made the blush get worse and all I could do was shake my head. Thankfully the waiter approached and saved me. I ordered a bottle of Taittinger champagne.
"Very good, Sir. Let me get that for you and while you enjoy it, you can be deciding on dinner."
By this time I had my composure back and could look at James. He had his trademark smile on his face and I so wanted to lean over and kiss him. I could tell he wanted to do the same to me, don't ask me how I knew, I just did. We just sat there looking at each other, time having stopped, until the waiter returned with the champagne. He gently eased out the cork and poured us two flutes of the bubbly liquid and placed the bottle in an ice bath next to our table.
After he left, we raised our glasses and I made a toast, "To us." We clinked glasses and James replied, "To us." He gave me a piercing look when he said it and I hoped he was as much a goner over me as I was over him. While keeping eye contact, we both drank and I knew I would always remember this moment the rest of my life, no matter what the future brought.
The rest of the evening was delightful. Excellent food and service. We learned a lot about each other over the course of the evening and I absolutely love this phrasing - he gifted me. It's magic to me.every tidbit about his life he gifted me just increased my love for James. At one point I wondered how much the human heart could hold, since mine was already full but then I could feel it grow yet again with love at the next revelation from him.
We ordered soufflés to end the meal, a fitting conclusion to a wonderful evening. Two waiters brought them at the same time, setting them down in front of us and then breaking the top of the risen delight with a spoon and pouring chocolate sauce over them.
"Too bad we have to work tomorrow," James sighed after spooning the last of his dessert into his mouth and relishing the last bite as it went down. "I don't want the evening to end."
"My sentiments exactly. But someone has to do the morning system checks and I'm looking at the guy who will be doing them." I grinned at him.
I paid the bill and thought every penny spent was worth ten times the amount in pleasure.
He had his hand on my leg all the way home and when I could, at stop lights, I covered his hand with mine. I loved the feel of his fingers under mine and wanted to feel his entire body. I was hard all the way home and I could see he had a tent going on in his pants too.
We pulled up at his house and he reluctantly took his hand off my leg. We got out of the car and I walked him up to the door.
"I'd ask you in, Ben, but as much as I want to, I know we both would regret it in the morning. That alarm clock goes off awfully early."
"I understand, James. There's nothing I want more than to come in but it's better if I don't tonight. But will leave you with this..."
I surprised myself and him I think, when I just had to kiss those lips which I had wanted to taste since I had first seen him and he leaned into me and we just stood there and moaned into each other. I could not believe the feeling coursing through my body as we merged into one and my heart raced until I thought I would have a heart attack. This was were I belonged. James was my life and I loved him. For me, there was no going back.
We reluctantly parted and I could see the love on his face as he looked at me.
I turned around and then waved before getting in the car and watched as he shut the door and was gone. I don't remember the drive home because all I was thinking over and over was, "I'm in love with the man I want to spend the rest of my life with..."