Unobtainable by Jennifer Rose

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    “Okay,” I conceded.
    After changing from my suit into a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt with it won’t suck itself on it, I packed a change of clothes and some toiletries into a backpack and slung it over my shoulder.
    Harley tilted his head and glowered. “You wear that in public.”
    “Sure,” I looked down at my chest. “Why not?”
    “I can see I have work to do.”
    “What does that mean?”
    Harley shook his head, “It means we need to go shopping.”
    “Don’t even,” I held up my hand, allowing my brow to knit together for emphasis. “Stop trying to change me!”
    “I’m not trying to change you, Dyson,” he vowed. “I’m only trying to bring out the man in you. You want to prove to your brothers that you deserve this partnership, then dress for it. Dress for success.”
    “Even on my down time?”
    “Especially on your down time.”
     
    ~~~
     
    I tossed my bag onto the bed in Harley’s spare room and looked around. It was nice, plain but nice. The entire room was neutral, the only splash of color being the red brick wall on the far left side of the room. There was a huge window with wood slat blinds that looked out at the rooftops of commercial buildings across an alley. There certainly wasn’t a view to entice.
    The ensuite was great, bigger than my whole apartment. It had a large shower with a separate soaker style tub, a double sink and along with the usual white porcelain  toilet there sat a bidet. Laughing, I turned around to see Harley standing at the door with his hands in his pants pockets.
    “So, what do you think? Will it do?”
    “This place is nice.”
    “Just nice?” he poked, with a smile.
    “Okay it fucking rocks,” I said, pushing past and walking into the closet. “This isn’t too shabby either. I wouldn’t have to hang my suits in the living room.”
    Harley snorted. “So that’s a yes to moving in?”
    Combing my fingers through my hair, I looked over my shoulder to see Harley standing with a questioning look on his face. I walked to the bed and threw myself down, rolling onto my back.
    “Yeah, what the fuck… I gotta grow up sooner or later,” I ran my gaze quickly around the room. “This is as good a place as any to grow old. Do you think in six months’ time I’ll be ready for the big bad world out there?”
    “I guarantee it,” Harley said, as he walked out of the room. “Come on, we’ll order pizza and drink some beers.”
    “And fart and scratch ourselves,” I quietly joked, as I leapt from the bed.
    “What was that?” Harley hollered back.
    “Nothing,” I tittered, knowing I would never grow up. “No onions or anything to do with fish!”
     
     
    ~Harley~
     
    In the matter of an evening we had managed to work everything out, all the details sketched onto a sheet of paper that I placed in my top desk drawer.
    We had put off Dyson moving in until our actual wedding day, even though it was only tomorrow. I insisted he stay the night to get a feel for the place. He felt weird about invading my space, he as much as told me so. It was crazy though, I was really looking forward to having him around. I didn’t have friends, it was complicated because I had trust issues, but somehow Dyson was different. I trusted him for some odd reason, he didn’t make me feel anxious or uneasy, and his childlike side was rather refreshing.
    The only worry I had were the nightmares.
     
     
    ~Dyson~
     
    Our wedding ceremony was simple. There was no march down the aisle, no fanfare that played once we finished our vows, and the party that followed was more like a casual family get together than a celebration. Although there was no love shared and it was less than a perfect evening with the threat of rain cutting it short, it was just the way I wanted it to be, intimate.
    Harley and I had changed our minds about going away somewhere for a few days, it seemed silly to fake a honeymoon when everyone concerned knew it was all just a sham for the