When Hunter looked out across the crowded room, it didn't take him long to find the one he was searching for.

When he downed the remainder of his beer, carefully set the bottle on his table and stood, stretching taut muscle and tanned skin, he looked like a statue of a Greek god come to life, descending from Mount Olympus to grace mere mortals with his presence.

When he walked across the room, people seemed to step aside, like a living version of the Red Sea, parting for him to make his way to the promised land.

When he sidled up to the bar, his hand resting on the polished wood, flashing his trademark smirk, everyone prepared themselves for one of his many witty insults, watching carefully to see how Jeff would react.

When he said nothing more than "congratulations" and turned away, walking out of the bar, a collective shrug went up and everyone went back to their conversations.

When Jeff picked up the napkin that had been slipped under his hand and read the words written there in a familiar scrawl, he smiled to himself.

When he left the bar a few minutes later, no one thought anything of it.

When he bypassed the elevator for the stairs, no one noticed.

When he knocked on the door - a secret code embedded in his mind forever - and waited for an answer, he bounced in place, the ever-present nervous energy building its momentum as the seconds ticked by.

When the door opened, a massive hand reached out and pulled him into the room, slamming the door behind him.

When he was pinned against the wall, his lean body immediately covered by warm flesh and hot kisses, it seemed more like 5 minutes had passed than the years it had been since Jeff had last felt that familiar flutter in the pit of his stomach.

When Hunter led him to the bed, breaking contact only long enough to remove various articles of clothing along the way, he didn't protest.

When soft kisses gave way to hungry nips, and gentle caresses became hurried gropes, neither spoke a word.

When wet lips engulfed swollen, throbbing flesh, Hunter moaned and his hands found their resting place, fingers twisting colored strands of hair as he had done a million times before.

When every inch of his body was on fire, every muscle tensed, he didn't protest the loss of contact to his cock because he knew what was coming next.

When Jeff smiled down at him, he smiled back, reaching for a bottle on the corner of the nightstand.

When Jeff slicked his own cock and slid inside him, Hunter held his breath.

When they began to move, their bodies danced together in a rhythm that was foreign and familiar at the same time.

When Jeff's hand wrapped around his cock and began stroking, his lover's lean body poised over him like a lion awaiting his prey, Hunter closed his eyes, committing the moment to memory.

When they both reached the point of no return, blood rushing through their veins, muscles clenching, brains screaming to slow down and speed up at the same time, they cried out together, relishing that last bit of pleasure wrenched from each other.

When Jeff pulled out and they collapsed together, their bodies a massive tangle of flesh, they slept.

When the sun streamed in the window in the morning and they awoke in each other's arms, they both wondered if they could mend the fences broken over the years.

When Hunter smiled, looking deep into the green eyes that had been full of both laughter and tears, most of which he caused, he thought he saw a flicker of hope.

When Jeff smiled back, lazily stretching as he placed a soft kiss on Hunter's lips, they both knew they were where they were meant to be.

When Jeff asked, "what's for breakfast?", Hunter laughed.

And all was right with their little world once again.
~fin~