It had been almost a year since I moved into my new apartment. When I saw the ad online for a place not too far from downtown and looking for a roommate, I jumped on it and called the number immediately. It was located close to work and had everything I could have wanted. It was a bit outside my budget but when I met Lane, the guy who had posted the ad for a tour, I figured I could probably get him to come down a little on the price. Lane was pretty cool and after the tour we grabbed lunch, and he even offered me the room for way less than I had been planning to make an offer at.
Over the first few months, I kind of didn't see that much of Lane. I worked for an engineering firm and had recently been assigned as the project manager. I was leaving for work before 7 and not getting home till around 8 or 9. Lane was the manager of a high-end boutique downtown and after he left there, he did hair and make up at one of his friend's salon for some exclusive clientele. Most nights after that he would head to some club or party and not be back until the middle of the night or sometimes not at all. The only time we really would interact with each other was on the weekend in the morning or afternoon. When we did interact, it was usually a good time. We would talk about our week over breakfast or brunch and then pretty much go our separate ways again and sometimes not even see each other for days. Our social lives just really didn't have any overlap. I was a go play football in the park, watch espn, and play video games kind of guy and he was the art gallery and dance club type.
I said "our" social lives like I really had one. I spent most of my time working and sleeping. I didn't even attempt at trying to find a relationship because I knew I could never juggle giving someone enough attention and my dedication to work, not to mention a new city. Lane really didn't have that problem; his entire existence was a social life. Despite this, he didn't really seem to have any serious relationships either, but I never really questioned that for a few reasons. Occasionally he would come back with somebody he met that night while out. I usually was in my room for the night by the time he would come back but I could hear the guys that came back with him. I almost felt a bit jealous, not just that Lane was able to have so many partners but that they got to hook up with him.
I never really considered myself gay or even bi, but I would be lying if I had said that I didn't find Lane attractive. The first time we met, and he opened the door, I thought I was in the wrong place as this beautiful woman or so I thought had answered the door and I knew I was looking for a guy, albeit one with a really soft voice. Lane's appearance was almost too perfect, like he was perfectly crafted. He stood about 6'2, which almost seemed a bit too tall for his frame, but it still put him under my 6'6 height, and he couldn't have weighed more than 150lbs. I had seen him walk through the apartment shirtless and he was incredibly well-toned but there was still a feminine softness to it, a stark contrast to my almost 350lb body built from years of playing football as defensive lineman and putting on weight from not having the best eating habits since I started working after college almost 15 years ago.
Like I said, the last year I really hadn't had much of a social life because of work but my team had finished our project and since it was a Friday, everybody decided to celebrate. We left work and headed to a bar that my coworkers picked, I felt out of place among my younger peers. At about 1, they decided to move on to a club, but I just wanted to head home. It hadn't taken a long time for me to realize that I couldn't drink and hang like my college days. I was fairly drunk, and driving was out of the question, so I ordered an uber and headed home.
It was almost 2 by the time I got home, and I figured since it was a Friday, Lane would still be out partying. I didn't really feel like hearing him calling me an old man, despite the fact he was only 3 years younger than me being 32 to my 35. Heading into building I was exhausted and barely could stand as I waited for the elevator to my place on the 10th floor. The hallway seemed like it went on forever until I reached our door. I barely was able to get my keys in and unlock it but I finally succeeded. The lights were off, so I felt comfortable in my assumption that Lane was still out or maybe not even coming home tonight. I imagined him sitting in some booth at a club with some guy he met having a passionate kiss in the darkness before they head out and the guy fucking Lane roughly and holding him tight. The thought then kind of hit me that I had actually never seen the guys that Lane brought home. I sleep with my door closed and they were usually gone in the morning and Lane wasn't the kiss and tell type.
As I headed down the hall of our apartment, I noticed the purple glow of lights coming from Lane's room. Even when he had company, he would always close the door, I figured he must have just left the lights on and the door open as he left. All our lights were smart lights so I figured would just lean in and tell alexa to turn them off as I went past. Moving down the hall I started to hear faint sounds coming from in the room. Getting closer I could make them out more clearly, moans and the light sound of the springs of the bed. Even in my drunken state, I knew I should just keep moving as it was clear Lane was having a private moment with some company, but I couldn't help but at least get a glimpse of Lane getting fucked. It was an opportunity I might not have again.
Slowly peeking around the open door, I could see the bed, but I had to step a little further in to see what was going on. I couldn't really believe what I saw, as Lane was the one doing the fucking and the moans were his partner's. While I watched from the door what was more surprising than Lane on top was the guy he was with, even if I had known Lane was a top, I figured he was into way more feminine guys like himself or the masculine model types but this guy he was on top of was built closer to me. Lane had this guy's legs wrapped around him as he grasped firmly on this guy's chest. I couldn't tell you how long I stood at the door watching them as here was this feminine guy dominating this dude and making him moan like a porn star, but I finally came back to my senses as my watch beeped to signify it had hit 2am. Snapping out of trance I found myself in, I realized Lane had noticed me at the door, probably hearing my watch beep. We locked eyes and I saw this small grin come over his face as he returned to his actions, the other guy was blissfully unaware of my presence, instead he arched his back as Lane withdrew his length almost all the way out only to force it back in, eliciting a deep moan from his partner. I backed up slowly and headed to my room, quietly closing the door, and crashed on my bed trying to push out the events I had just witnessed, it didn't take long after that for me to drift off into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I awoke at somewhere near 11am with a massive hangover and not a clear vision of what happened last night. I hopped in my shower and put on some sweats and a t shirt and headed out of my room to the kitchen hoping some breakfast would help with the headache. I opened the fridge and was bent down grabbing a Gatorade, a can of biscuits, and some bacon I had picked up earlier that week when the sudden sound of a voice made me spring up, hitting my head on the top of the fridge.
"Oh my god? Are you okay?" Lane quickly stated as I backed out of the fridge rubbing my head. Lane was in nothing but a black silk robe and some boxers, his hair pulled back in a ponytail except for a few stray strands.
"Yeah, just caught me off guard. I have a hangover and wasn't paying attention." I said, still rattled from the impact.
"A hangover? You have a hangover?" A smile came over his face as he stood in front of me as I put my items on the counter, trying to get back to the task of getting some food in me.
I opened my drink and took a long gulp.
"Yeah, my team finished the Carpenter project yesterday, so we went out to celebrate after work."
"Well congratulations! I know you have been working hard on this for months. What's next up on your plate?"
"I think I want to take a month or two off before I accept another project. Just enjoy a break and relax."
"You deserve it. Tell you what, Let's go grab brunch to celebrate! My treat!" He this look of not taking no for answer, so I just nodded and agreed.
I had resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to join my usual weekend flag football game in my current state, so I really didn't have plans for today. While Lane went to get ready, I made myself a cup of coffee. I tried to remember last night but my mind was just too hazy until I heard the coffee maker beep. The beep reminded me of my watch, and I was starting to getting bits and pieces of the scene from last night as I sipped my coffee. Whoever Lane was with last night must have left before I got up but I decided to not dwell on it. I finished my coffee and headed back to my room to get dressed.
I had finished getting ready before Lane, that didn't surprise me though as he always took the most care in his appearance. I decided to do something a little different today, Lane had brought me some cologne for my birthday a few months ago but I had never used it, I always felt like I never had an occasion to wear it as it just seemed to nice for an everyday thing. I sat down in the living room waiting for him to finish getting ready.
Lane appeared from his room about twenty minutes later, he wore a tight powder blue shirt with white jeans. I immediately felt underdressed in my simple black polo and loose jeans. Lane walked over to the table in front of me to grab his keys. As he bent down, he stopped and sniffed the air before looking at me.
