I decided that I would let my boss know about our new relationship that Friday instead. I figured it wouldn't matter much if I waited a little while longer, after all Sam and I had a date arranged for that Thursday and I didn't want to miss out on that.
I must admit I was pretty nervous about seeing him for our first date. Even though we'd seen and spoke to each other numerous times, we'd not met outside the walls of his house, which had always just been comfortable, and not had to make an effort to impress. It would be good to see him dressed up as I'd only actually seen him in his ‘just got out of bed look' and I certainly wasn't complaining in that department. I could just imagine sleeping in his bed and waking up with him next to me looking like that every morning. Oh yes, I'd already prepared myself for the time when that would happen. In fact I'd done nothing but think about him from the minute I left his house that morning, until the minute I entered the restaurant for our meal. I must have tried on 10 different items of clothing. I even had a couple of friends over to help calm my nerves. I really didn't know why I was so nervous, after all we had already seen each other naked and took it to the next level.
When I arrived at the restaurant, he was already waiting for me. We both smiled and eyed one another up and down. I really wanted to ram my tongue down his throat at that moment, he looked so gorgeous. He wore just a simple pair of black pants and blue shirt, his black hair was styled in such a way that made his face glow and his eyes sparkle. I was nearly drooling and had to stop from making an idiot of myself.
We ordered our meal and chatted away. There was no uncomfortable silence between us, like you sometimes get between people on their first date. Even whilst we were eating, we smiled and I blushed every time he caught me staring, which made him wink and grin, and made me blush even more. I swear he could make me melt with his smile, and I had a hard time keeping from getting an erection.
We talked more in detail about our lives and found out we had more things in common. I already knew he came from a big family like me. We explained in more detail about them to each other and it seemed like we'd been friends for longer than we had.
I had two sisters and three brothers. I had an older sister at 30, brother at 28, both married and had kids of their own, and then there was me, then twin boys at 22, then my little sister at 17. I told him that I came out to all my family when I was 17 and they were okay with it, as my uncle was gay and had a partner. My older brother then decided to admit he was Bi- sexual and had male sex partners, but felt he was more comfortable in a relationship with a woman and wanted children. I told him that my parents somehow figured that at least one of their children would be gay or bi as it tended to run down my dad's side of the family. They wanted lots of children, like all members of my mum and dad's family from many generations, and that way they would also be more likely to have grandchildren of their own one day.
Sam had two older sisters, one at 33, and the other at 31. They were also both married, although only one could have children, and his second eldest was going through IVF at that moment. He had two younger brothers, one at 26, who was engaged to be married, and his youngest brother, who was 22. He was gay and was in his ‘find him, fuck him and fling him' stage. Sam said he asked his brother if he was ready to get himself a proper boyfriend for longer than a few days and his brother replied; "Fuck no, havin' to much fun screwing around bro. You know guys just can't get enough of my cock. There's too much to go around, so why waste it on one guy." We laughed at that and other things his brother does.
He told me about him ‘coming out' to his parents when he was 15, but he knew he would be ok as his dad was bi-sexual as well. Like my brother though, his dad couldn't see himself in a gay relationship and fell in love with his mother and had not been with a man since.
I stayed silent for a moment after he spoke and secretly wondered if that might happen with Sam. Although he is still young at 29, I wondered if he had made a decision whether or not he could be in a long term relationship with a man, with me. He told me he loved me and wanted to be with me, but would that be short or long-term? Did he want children? Was he hoping for something like that with his ex? I wondered if I was just ‘convenient' for him whilst he looked for his ‘future wife'. I mean, I wasn't ugly, but I hardly came close to what Sam looked like. He could just turn heads whenever he walked by. What would he want with someone as plain and boring as me?
I realized I must have been out of it a bit longer than I thought because he shook my arm and shouted me back. "Jake. You okay there?"
"Oh..um..yeah. Sorry I was just thinking about things."
"Like what?" He asked, with a confused look on his face.
Well I couldn't really tell him could I? I figured it would be a bit too early to start acting all paranoid that he would break up with me when we'd only just started dating. I decided to leave it and tell him it was nothing.
We carried on chatting, and all paranoid thoughts went out of my head. We had a good laugh and told more stories and information about each other. We talked about our school, college, and jobs and gossiped about work colleagues. At the end of the night, we decided to go our separate ways, after all, I had work in the morning and it was already getting late. We gave each other a long good night kiss and a quick grope here and there, said we would speak the following day, and then parted ways.
I was on cloud nine the next morning, although still shit scared about what my boss would say when I told her about Sam. I arranged an informal meeting with her and decided just to be honest about the situation.
I sat in the office with Sue, my Nursing Team Manager explaining that I wanted to transfer Sam to another nurse. I thought it would be quite an awkward situation, but she took it rather well.
"Is there a reason why you want him transferred Jake?" She asked.
I took a deep breath. "To be honest Sue, It's like this. I kind of like him and he feels the same. It's becoming rather awkward when I go there. We get on really well, and although I don't want to lose him as a patient, I know it will be better if he isn't on my books anymore." I paused and she nodded. I carried on; knowing she knew there was more to it. "Anyway, Sam and I have talked, and said that if it's okay with you, we could...well…..erm...you know...start....dating?" I felt myself blushing slightly but she never said a word. "I mean…nothing has happened between us as yet (just a little white lie. I crossed my fingers), and I wouldn't abuse my position like that."
I waited for her answer. She thought about it for a minute, while I sat there in silence.
"Well Jake, I thank you for your honesty, not many people would stick to the rules, and you aren't the first to fall for a patient. But, if you want to go out with Mister Johnson, that's fine with me, you just have to wait 6 weeks."
My wide eyes showed my horror.
"I'm sorry Jake but that's how it is."
I thanked her and left. I was gutted. How could I possibly not see or speak to him for 6 weeks. It was bad enough now; I wanted to spend every day and night with him.
I phoned Sam up and told him the news. He was just as pissed off and upset as I was, but he said that maybe we could talk on the phone. Nobody would have to know. I agreed and it made me feel a bit better.
