I woke up the next day still feeling the butterflies from his kiss. God, I wanted him. I wanted him bad. Such a deadly mix of sweet, innocent, hot and humble. I just couldn't see how a man like him served in the army. As a captain most of all. He was just so... sweet. And hot. And I was hopelessly falling for a man whose only man on man experience was kissing me last night, but I couldn't let that kill my buzz, the buzz was too good.
It was already past noon as I still turned sides in bed in my bliss and Jemma tormented me for her breakfast. I made myself coffee and fed her as my phone beeped, showing a message from Luke, "I'm sure you can't fall asleep at 5 o'clock, have you seen Back to the Future?"
Sounded like sci-fi, didn't really sound like Luke, but what did I know.
"Watch me, no I haven't seen it." I wrote back as my life record on the longest I was able to watch a movie without falling asleep was 28 minutes after a double coffee and having woken up recently. I mean, it's ridiculous how I just snooze off like that. I've even tried caffeine tablets, still nope.
Though I am able to turn just sleepy by having a tv play on the background without paying absolutely no attention to it. I literally have chosen my workplaces by filtering out bars with tv-s.
"I won't, because you won't fall asleep. 33/24 Regans street." he texted back. Oh, cute, he honestly thinks he stands a chance against my movie-lepsia.
"Let's let the evening show, I'll bring coffee and brownies." I wrote back and my eye stayed on the address.
24 Regans, the building where I'd never been although I was more than welcome to quite a few times. I googled the building, it was one of the newly restored french style apartment buildings that had won the annual architecture award on restored buildings, with tall arched windows and balconies so tiny they must have been meant for cats. The fop floor on the other hand had terasses bigger than the tiny apartments themselves. If the west end was already the most expensive area in town, then that building must have been one of the top end ones even there.
I read a little to pass time, baked brownies as promised and gave Jemma extra food and love incase I stayed late. I even managed not to fuss over my wardrobe, just going with a basic tee shirt and dark slim jeans.
My reflection looked different. I was glowing. I tried to suppress my intrusive smile, but it was hopeless. Fuck, get your shit together, I thought to myself.
On the way I stopped by a coffee shop near his building, ordering two drip coffees of their strongest blend neat.
I managed to run a few minutes late and he greeted me with a strong hug and a little kiss on the cheek, invited me inside, teasing if I took decaf coffees. The kiss on the cheek almost had me falling over - good he was holding me.
He looked as amazing as always, dressed in a white tee shirt and gray marl sweatshorts. He looked so cozy that I just wanted to snuggle up with him. Hmmm, I could already imagine snuggling up to him as he wrapped his arms around me... Okay, snap the fuck out of it.
His place was a small but practical, a studio not missing a single modern luxury. In front of the tall window was a king size bed, with a small couch at the foot. Moderate sized wall mounted tv in front of the couch, a few non-obtrusive armchairs and a compact kitchen that seemed better equipped than my full sized, and a bathroom near the entrance.
He showed me to the couch, the movie already on the screen ready to go. "Home made?" he asked, meddling with the food container.
"Yep." I answered still familiarizing myself with his rental, I saw how it could win an architecture award. High ceilings, accent walls, beautiful depth in colours, even the radiators looked like pieces of art.
"I can barely fry eggs, this cooking thing is intriguing." he said, taking a good whiff of the brownies and smiling in surprise.
I laughed at the list of things he found intriguing - he's somewhere closing into thirty and had no idea of some of such simple things in life. "I'd be happy to show you a few things one day, if you'd like." I offered.
"I would and uhm, I wanted to say that I really had a lovely time yesterday." he said with a genuine smile that made his eyes twinkle so sweetly.
Do not make me fall for you even worse than I already have mister, you're still allegedly straight.
"Yeah, me too." I noted and watched him help himself to a brownie. Taking a bite he moaned in delight, his eyes closed and his moan deep and low. I had to curse myself as the moan ran straight to my groin and within seconds I was stuck with the struggle of having to somehow discreetify my bulge.
"Oh my, these are amazing." he muttered in surprise.
"Feel free to finish them off, I had my fair share of batter already." I said as I really just enjoyed how much he savoured them, I couldn't enjoy them half as much as he did.
"I just might, but now I dare you to fall asleep the next two hours." he grinned to me like he'd be honestly certain that I wouldn't fall asleep. Cute.
"Doing my best." I laughed, raising my empty coffee cup at him and shamelessly helped myself to his as he didn't like coffee anyway.
Taking my chances I snuggled up to his side as he put the movie on and was more than thrilled when he wrapped his arm around me after a little consideration and shifted to a comfy cuddling position.
Like, he was actually cuddling me, not just sitting an arm around me, but leaning back and pulling me to lay against him.
He was so warm and comforting that I was suddenly jealous of Jemma - why couldn't I just ball up and purr away on his body for hours as he petted me? Okay, okay, calm the fuck down, enjoy what you get and try watch the movie the sweet man selected.
"I really like you David." he said softly.
Wait. Did I just imagine that? No, he really said it. Two years of just watching him on the other side of the bar, afraid to even talk to him and now he's cuddling me and saying he likes me? Was life really turning on me? God, it better, would be about time.
I turned to look up at him and smiled. I could handle seeing that face every day of my life. Such tranquil eyes on such a kind face. And the beard, can't get over the beard. "I really like you too mister." I murmured back.
He smiled back and gently tugged my chin to kiss me. Our kiss was so innocent and soft it was almost chaste. With gentle smiles we settled back in our positions as the opening credits finished. I could really get used to snuggling up to him.
I think I saw the movie somewhere when the kid traveled to the past and gone I was. Which was sad, because it really seemed interesting. It seemed to be filmed even before I was born and the filming quality considering that was exquisite, not to mention the story line that might have been there - wouldn't know, didn't see it.
I woke up cuddled up close to him, my head on his abdomen, a hand and leg draped over him. He must have moved me as we were on his bed. I was still dressed, a light blanket covering me, him under the duvet. It seemed to be dark outside already.
Batting my eyes I tried to regain focus on the world and turned to find him reading under me, half-sitting ducked under the duvet, still wearing a tee shirt. He had reading glasses on and looked extra sweet with them. He closed the book noticing me being awake.
