Take Me Always by Ryan Field

breakfast person. All his life, the only thing he could ever
     
tolerate before noon was a cup of black coffee. It occurred to him that maybe the stories
     
he was telling were helping him remember. So he sat down, opened the laptop, and said,
     
“You’ll feel better after you hear what happens next.”
     
“I will?” “Yes, you will,” Kadin said. “I’m sure it’s something you never would have
     
expected.”
     
* * * *
     
After Gregory left to go back to the hotel and think about his life and the
     
important decisions he had to make, Kadin went into his office off the living room and
     
worked until mid-afternoon. It was one of those Saturdays in spring when everything
     
came to life and people felt the urge to do something outdoors. But he didn’t want to
     
leave the house in case Gregory called. He was hoping he’d call by three o’clock so they
     
could plan to go out to dinner that night, but the phone didn’t ring. By four Kadin
     
couldn’t stand it anymore and he went out for a walk near the creek. He sat on a rock for
     
a long time, pitching stones into the water while he thought about the past five years. He
     
should have gone after Gregory back then. He should have driven to Atlanta the next day
     
and told him how much he loved him.
     
At seven that night, he made a sandwich and went outside to sit on the veranda.
     
He’d just resigned himself to the fact that he probably wouldn’t hear anything from
     
Gregory until Easter Sunday morning when he heard the crackling sound of rubber
     
against gravel and saw a car coming up the driveway. He stood from his rocking chair
     
and walked to the front steps with his hands in his pockets. The huge smile on his face
     
faded when he saw it wasn’t Gregory’s blue Chrysler pulling up to the front walk. It was
     
Eddie’s huge black Hudson.
     
Eddie turned off the motor and got out of the car. He wasn’t wearing pants; just
     
an oversized white dress shirt with tails that covered his private parts, and short black pointy boots with Cuban heels. He walked slowly, with a half smile and one eyebrow
     
raised. His legs were smooth and shiny, as if he’d just lathered them with bath oil.
     
Kadin put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side. “Are you supposed
     
to be here tonight?” he asked. But he was only being polite. He knew Eddie wasn’t
     
supposed to be there. Kadin never forgot about plans like this, especially when it
     
involved Eddie actually coming to his home.
     
Eddie gave him a naughty smile and said, “I just thought I’d surprise you tonight.
     
I know your family is away for Easter week and I hated to think of you spending all this
     
time alone, stud. Just think of this as a visit from the Easter Bunny.” Then he laughed,
     
turned around, and bent all the way over with his legs spread wide. He wasn’t wearing
     
underwear. He flashed his naked ass in Kadin’s face and wiggled it back and forth a few
     
times.
     
“Eddie, get in the house right now,” Kadin said, “Suppose someone saw you do
     
that.” His voice was low and stern. He looked up at the light blue ceiling and closed his
     
eyes while Eddie sashayed up the steps and into the house. He shouldn’t have shown up
     
uninvited this way. It was presumptuous and it crossed the line of their agreement
     
involving casual, no-strings-attached sex. Evidently, Eddie hadn’t been paying attention.
     
Kadin knew it was time for a serious talk.
     
When he went into the house, Eddie was in the living room putting a small forty
     
five record on the hi-fi next to the fireplace. A sexy Marilyn Monroe song started to play
     
and Kadin’s heart began to beat faster. By the time he entered the living room, Eddie was
     
doing a striptease dance, unbuttoning his white dress shirt very slowly. He pulled it open
     
and let it fall from his shoulders. But he wasn’t naked. He must have slipped on a kinky pair of