acknowledge my thoughts.

I rose from my chair, and beckoned him to follow. As we passed the waitress station, I stopped long enough to scribble my authorization for the meal on the check. The server, a good friend of mine, smiled and thanked us for having lunch.

We passed though the public areas of the hotel, beyond the “barrier doors” and back into the back hallways. Some two hundred yards later we reached the door of the switch room. I opened the electronic lock and passed into the cavernous room filled with electronic switching equipment, and by force of habit, propped the door open. I stepped in a few feet, shaking like a leaf, to allow Jeremiah to pass. As he came through the door, he unlatched it and allowed it to close behind him. I stood, quite still, facing the interior of the room, my back to him, unsure of what to do. I heard the tap of his feet as he sidled up behind me. He stepped within inches of me, and put his hand on my shoulder, effectively turning me around to face him.

The expression on his face was something I’ll never forget and cannot to this day describe. He was innocent, lost in emotion, excited, nervous, passionate and mischievous all at the same time. With one hand still on my shoulder, he tentatively placed his other hand on my waist and pulled me towards him. I allowed myself to be pulled, and before I knew it, he had tilted his head slightly and placed his lips upon mine.

At first, I wasn’t sure how to react or how far to go, so I allowed myself the rare pleasure of letting the other take charge. Like everything he touched or attacked, he took charge with gusto, and passionately kissed me for several long moments. It wasn’t long before his tongue parted my lips and forced its way into my mouth. I responded in kind, finally allowing the feelings I had harbored to myself to be flung out with abandon. I ran my own tongue across his perfect teeth, and I forced my tongue as deeply as I could into his mouth, tasting his sweetness.

My mind was a blur, I was lost in euphoria, and we kissed deeply. My arms wrapped around him, and we hugged with the passion of long lost lovers as we kissed. Finally out of breath, we broke apart long enough to draw in a new supply of air, and resumed the kiss, more passionately than the first if that was possible.

We stood in the middle of the blinking lights and clicking circuits for what felt like eternity, lost of the mutual feeling that our friendship had stirred within us. Finally, we broke apart, and I looked at him to see if what I was feeling was mirrored in his eyes. To my great ecstasy, it was.

I pushed myself away from him, and a momentary look of anguish passed over his face. I reached behind him, touched the light switch and turned all but one overheard light off, and led him towards a chair in the corner using the iridescence of the single bulb in the back corner of the room as a guide. I pushed him down into the soft leather chair, and knelt on the floor at his feet. Looking up, I whispered, “Are you okay with this?”

I couldn’t see it, but I felt his smile. He passed his fingers through