Thursday Teaser... Six Degrees of Separation Style

Chapter One

August 30, 2009

South Beach, Florida

Mac slid his fingers up and down Sam’s spine, and prayed the motion would soothe his lover’s worries away.

He didn’t know how long they’d been standing with their foreheads pressed together and breathing into each other’s mouths, and he didn’t care. Their hearts were thumping their way out of their chests for two completely different reasons, and it was up to Mac to ensure that Sam stick to his decision.

Whereas Mac was over the moon now that they had agreed to forego the rules of their relationship, Sam was scared shitless. Understandable, as change was never easy, especially for a man whose life was a constant struggle between what he really wanted, and what he allowed himself to have. But after a long weekend spent observing Sam’s behavior, and reading between every line he said, Mac had no doubt his lover of three months wanted more than the occasional fuck.

Much more.

And so did Mac, which was why he’d decided to up the ante.

An extremely risky move that could have cost him what little time he got to spend with his Yankee, but it had paid off. Thank God. 

“What would you have done?” Sam asked quietly against his lips. “What would you have done had I refused to change the rules?”

A loaded question, if Mac ever heard one.

He took a deep breath, but he didn’t look away from Sam’s bright blue eyes as he considered his answer.

If he admitted he would’ve used every trick at his disposal, it would take Sam two seconds flat to realize Mac was more into him that Sam felt comfortable with. Considering Sam would cut and run if confronted with the big pink elephant in the room, Mac’s only option was to keep his mouth shut, and his plan under wraps.

But if he acted nonchalantly, and said he would’ve continued to abide by their original agreement, Sam would question Mac’s reasons for wanting to revise it and most likely back off, insisting they keep the status quo.

Mac couldn’t let that happen.

“I don’t know, darlin’… I really don’t,” he finally said, stroking Sam’s silky black hair away from his forehead, and smiling when he caught sight of his own hand. It was sticky, and it smelled like his guy’s cum. Best fucking scent in the world.