M Seeking M

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – Henry the Hair Machine, Fitted Sheets that Feed Your Soul and HowSex is Like Soup

I nodded and tried to catch my breath. Terry ran one big hand down my back and the other down my arm to grip my cold fingers. He brought them to his lips and kissed them, then pulled away.

He said, "I'll walk you to your car."

"What?" I shook my head. "No, now."

His eyebrows came together. "You don't want me to walk you out?"

"No, I mean yes. To now. Shit." I put a palm to my forehead. "I don't want to wait and think. Waiting and thinking is what got me into this mess. I don't need dinner. I need... you. Now. Uh, please."

"Oh Jesus. Seriously?" Terry's eyebrows were up trying to disappear into his hair. "My place isn't tidied up. The sheets!" He put a hand to his mouth and for the first time looked like a gay man. I must say, gay looked very very good on him.

I laughed. "I'll help you change them if you want. Whatever. Or we could stay here."

He shook his head and bit his upper lip. "That room's not right for you."

In the end, I decided to bring the car to his 'real place' as he called it and put it on stop-over again and Terry decided to write down not only his cel number but also the address in case he somehow lost me in traffic on the two mile drive. I followed him and I must say that his car was a testimony to the fact that he did indeed put all his money into the shop. I counted that in his favour since flashy cars seemed like a big impractical money hole to me. I didn't have long to wonder what his place would be like before we arrived.

"Just give me 5 minutes," he said, holding up his hands.

I could just picture myself sitting in my car getting more and more freaked out. Yes, this plan was insane. Did I want time to think about that? I shook my head. "Waiting and thinking. Nope. No can do."

He threw his hands in the air. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Jesus." He strode up to a smallish house and around the side path on the right. "I'm in the bottom. Other renters upstairs." His place was small and low for a guy that tall but it wasn't that dirty. I'd been expecting pizza boxes, beer cans and dirty underwear all over the place, but it was more like a sink full of dirty dishes and a lot of cat hair on the floor. A ginger cat came running as we stepped inside and a second grey tabby jumped up on the back of the couch on my right.

"This is Henry," Terry stroked the ginger tom under the chin and then ran a firm hand all the way down his body to Henry's obvious delight. "The hair machine," Terry rolled his eyes and dusted his hands together, orange hair falling to the floor. "And this is Delilah." He picked the slender cat up and cradled her like a baby. "She needs love too, but isn't such a slut as Henry. No morals that one." He massaged Delilah's belly as she stared at me in alarm until he put her down on the floor. "Say hello while I strip the bed. You're NOT helping with that."

I was left petting Henry while Terry strode through the living room and into a doorway at the back. The kitchen on the left was a horseshoe shape and had a nice window filled with greenery from the garden at the front of the house. The living room on the right spanned the whole back of the house, and there was a nice glass door that opened onto a patio back there. I wandered over and looked out. It was a covered area under the upstairs deck. It would be a nice place to barbeque in the summer. Maybe with some twinkle lights?

I shook my head. Stop it. This is a one night stand. Pure and simple. That's what he offered and that's what you agreed to. Pushing my way into his personal space when he wasn't really prepared for it was just blurring the lines a little.