The salt and pepper chest hair is what I seemed to focus on as the older, but very fit man, descended the staircase while pulling on a black t-shirt. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, the older man pulled the man whom I had followed home to him in a one-arm embrace and kissed him deeply.

The kiss lasted a long ten or fifteen seconds before their lips parted and the older man uttered a soft, passionate, “See you in two weeks.”

The eyes of man I had followed home sparkled while the corners of his mouth curled upward ever so slightly. He leaned in for one last kiss from the older man; this time biting his bottom lip, which seemed to please the older man who let out a throaty, bearlike, growl.

Without paying me the least bit of notice the older man walked out the front door, closing it behind him.