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    ~Harley~
     
    I woke from yet another nightmare completely drenched in sweat.
    I rolled onto my side and noticed a number of coins mixed among Captain Crunch cereal glinting in the sunlight on the floor.  I suddenly got this crazy feeling like Dyson was nearby, so close I could smell him. It was a ridiculous idea and then last night flashed in my mind like a far-off memory, hurtling back to remind me.
    I kissed his sweet lips, but as I licked mine I was left with nothing but the reminiscence of how he tasted. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I was hung over and wanted to puke. The t-shirt I loaned Dyson was sitting with my belt on the chair, I reached over and grabbed it, holding it to my nose. I inhaled the smell of him, feeling my dick spasm as I closed my eyes and a smile crossed my face. I was never going to wash that shirt again. I vowed to stuff it under my pillow for future reference.
    Dyson must have fucked off in one hell of a hurry, he left his wallet on the coffee table, which gave me a reason to see him, but I remembered I didn’t know where he lived or his phone number to call him. I could have called EJ but how would I explain his brother spending the night. Oh how the rumors would fly. All these years I had known him and in reality I didn’t know him at all. Outside of work I was no one to him. Yeah I hung with his brothers on occasion, even attended dinners at EJ’s home, but rarely was Dyson there. And when he was there, Ellen and him hid away in the kitchen together.
    If I didn’t hear from him, I’d return it to him on Monday.
    I picked up a quarter from the floor and inspected it with a laugh, when I remembered tearing Dyson from his jeans. Not bothering to clean up our mess, I climbed the stairs to my room and crawled into bed, placing the quarter on my bedside table and allowing my hangover to rule my fate for the day.
     
     
    ~Dyson~
     
    Another Monday morning and I swear I was still suffering from alcohol poisoning, even though I spent nearly the entire weekend in bed ignoring my cell and anything to do with the outside world.
    I propped my chin in the palm of my hand with my elbow resting on my mouse pad as I typed away on my keyboard with one finger. There was nothing I hated more than filling in boring contracts but today I didn’t mind, because it was the best I could manage.
    Never again I told myself. Just the idea of booze made my stomach queasy and my head throb. I wasn’t very good under the influence, in fact I couldn’t handle my booze at all. I had always been a cheap date, quick drunk, and the one who hit the bottle when I was pissed off.
    Instead of wishing for a peek, a glimpse or a glance of the god known as Harley Cooper, I was praying he had fallen off the face of the earth and I’d never have to see him again. It had all come back to me as I lay in bed dying on Saturday afternoon. The conversation we had, him telling me emphatically no and the kiss, oh the kiss. There was no way I could face him, therefore I was staying put in my office with the door tightly closed. I wasn’t even taking breaks or going for my usual five cups of coffee before noon.
    “Mr. Michaels, there is a meeting scheduled for noon in the boardroom, your presence is required,” Clair said, sounding very official once I answered the phone on the tenth ring, knowing it wouldn’t stop until I did.
    “Could you tell EJ, that I have a meeting or something and can’t make it to the meeting? I’ll do a catch up.”
    “Mr. Michaels said I was to tell you not to try making up excuses , and I quote , get your ass there on time .”
    “He did, did he?” I asked, with tell-him-to-go-fuck-himself on the tip of my tongue. “Tell him I’ll be there.”
    “I did,” Clair giggled. “I’m taking lunch orders. Would you like something from The Lunch Box ?”
    The Lunch Box was a lovely little family owned deli just down the street, a mom and pop everyone’s-family eatery. They made the most