Brown eyes tracked the mans movements as he moved through the busy café; the owner of the eyes watching as his quarry maneuvered gracefully around the people without touching them.
"Of course he wouldn't touch them. He doesn't want to dirty his clothes or risk getting their smell on him." He snorted as he followed; slipping unseen through the milling bodies.
Soon they were in a nearly secluded area, only the quickly walking waitresses bustled in and out at random moments. He didn't have time to hide before his prey turned around; and even if he had, he didn't want to. He wanted to see the look on the older man's face as their eyes met; wanted to see his proper upbringing fly out the window as his mouth flopped open and made him look like a caught fish. He wanted the prim and proper man to look like the same, slack jawed, dim witted, meat-head that he had once accused him of being.
"Seems like they'll let anyone in these days."
His voice; still so collected, calm and full of disdain as he remembered flowed over him and made him shiver; recalling the last time they had been together. That memory spurred him into action and he pulled him close; silencing the man's protests with his lips and tongue as his hands ripped at buttons and tore fabric in the haste to feel his soft skin against his rough palms. They fought for dominance before the older man gained the upper hand and pushed him down into one of the chairs. His victory however was short lived, he grabbed what was left of the tattered, tailor made shirt and pulled him into his lap; this time covering his face and neck in feather light kisses.
"How'd you know I'd be here?" The words were caught somewhere between a sigh and mewl; sending lighting course through his veins at being able to still do that to him.
"I remember everything about you Shane." He purred as he continued to leave trails of kisses up and down the slender column of Shane's throat. "I remember how you sound when you laugh; how your eyes sparkle when you're mad. But most importantly I remember how you whimper and arch when I touch you."
As if to prove his point he slowly ran his large, warm hands over Shane's exposed chest; laughing throatily when Shane arched his back and let out a soft whimper. He nipped at Shane's neck and smiled against the muscle when he felt Shane grip his biceps and dig his well manicured nails into them.
"A-and I remember that you never liked to play fair." Shane gasped as his fingers plucked at Shane's nipples; turning it into a taunt bud. "Dwayne."
The name was a breathy sigh as Shane pressed against him, his lips mere inches from Dwayne's pulse point; bathing the area in warm breath that had him shivering and groaning all at once.
"Say it again." Dwayne growled as he tugged on Shane's ear lobe.
"Dwayne…"
Had they had more time neither man doubted that their meeting would have ended in a sweaty tangle of limbs and hard pants. But time was not their friend and all too soon they parted ways; lips tingling from persistent kisses and lips quietly making promises that they both knew would go unfulfilled yet sounded pretty. Dwayne pulled Shane close for one last kiss before letting him leave; handing him his shirt so that he didn't look too out of place. As the proud man once more weaved his way through the other patrons, Dwayne smiled; thinking that purchasing Shane's favorite restaurant was the smartest thing he'd ever done. He turned and headed back to his office, oblivious to the sighs and suppressed giggles of his staff as he thought about what he was going to tell Shane tomorrow when they 'accidently' ran into each other again during lunch.