you’re still the one 7/19

Everything I did during the next hours led to my date with Gus. I mean, it wasn’t really a date, it was just coffee, but maybe it wasn’t. Things are never just anything. And maybe I had misjudged Gus.

After my next shift at Ritchie’s, Gus and I met at the café. It was awkward. We both didn’t know what to say and took sip after sip of our coffees to fill those uncomfortable silences. Ava wasn’t happy either and I had the urge to flee. This didn’t feel right. I was too tense. Then, I had the idea to invite him up. Ava would be able to have a nap in her own bed and Gus and I could sit on my couch and talk. He accepted and I exhaled. I tried to remember if I had left anything gross at the apartment, like dirty underwear waiting on the kitchen counter to be washed or leftovers rotting away in the sink, but my mind was blank. I knew that I hadn’t made my bed, but that was a good thing. It would keep me from moving forward too fast.

I offered Gus a bottle of liquid Dutch courage which he took with a grateful nod. I left him to get Ava settled in and while I was away, I gave myself a pep talk. I sniffed at myself and debated if I should use more deo, but it would be weird to do that. I mean, looking at him made me horny, yes, but I was not desperate to get laid. Yet.

“So… this is awkward.” I said when I came out of Ava’s bedroom and saw Gus scanning my bookshelf.

“Yeah. It is. It shouldn’t be though. Just two guys hanging out.” He didn’t even look at me when he said it. He didn’t see me nod.

“How long have you been gone? Cody never mentioned you.” My stomach sank. While I had been busy finding a replacement for Cody, he had forgotten about me. That hurt.

“We were together in high school.” I blurted out. Right afterwards I felt embarrassed. Like I was a dog marking its territory.

“Uh-huh.” He replied and turned to face me. Man, he was gorgeous and had a glint in those pale green eyes. “And now you are divorced.” What was up with that guy? He looked me up and down like I was his meal. He took a step forward, stepping into my private space. He ran his hand through my hair and I leaned into the touch. What can I say? I was starving for that kind of touch. Okay, I admit it. I was starving for more than just a touch to my hair.

“I really want to kiss that innocent look off your face.” He announced with his lips so close to mine that I felt every word he said. A brief moment I wondered when all this had happened. When had we gone from sitting in awkward silence at the café to him undressing me with his eyes? I wasn’t complaining, not really. I wasn’t moving away either and before I could end my thoughts, I felt his lips against mine and one of his hands on my ass. It felt so good and he was a really good kisser. Not too slobbery, not unscrewing my tongue with his own. It was just right. “Too fast” I said panting against his lips, but a moan slipped out along with my words and betrayed me.

I turned in his arms and he attacked my neck. I could say that nothing happened, but that would be a lie. I started to grind my ass against his crotch and he massaged my cock through my jeans. It was as if we were dancing to some EDM tunes. Both of us heard them, but they weren’t playing. A fleeting moment I felt guilty, but still, I didn’t stop it. I took what Gus offered and I enjoyed myself. I was free and single after all. Maybe living it out with Cody’s friend wasn’t the best idea, but I decided to worry about that later. Right then, I felt hands on me and lips too, that knew exactly what I needed and they gave it to me until I couldn’t stand on my shaky legs anymore. We moved to the couch, where Gus didn’t lose any time and stripped me of my pants and underwear. He hummed when he saw my cock, which was nice, seeing that I am only average in size and girth, but that’s not important to the story, is it? What is important is that Gus gave me the best blow-job I had in years and it was over all too soon, with me soiling my shirt. He didn’t swallow. Again, unimportant information, I know. I lay there in the afterglow of my orgasm and felt as if I needed to reciprocate, but Gus pushed me away. “I’m good. You can do that next time.” I smiled. There would be a next time. I liked that thought. Gus kissed my lips and straightened his clothes. He leaned down over me, where I lay still sprawled out on my couch and kissed me again. “I’ll call you.” And then he was gone. I rubbed my eyes and pinched my arm, wondering if this had been a very vivid dream or if it had been real. It had happened so fast, but I was in no mood to complain right then. It took all the strength I had to turn my head and take a look at the clock. I sighed and rubbed my face with both hands. It was time to go and get cleaned up before Ava took the center stage in my life again. I smiled. I loved my little girl, but I also loved being a single man. And that was a first. I had never been happy with casual hookups, but maybe it was time to change that.