Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Silver Flash Fiction March 30, 2011

Rob and Sam's story continues from last week. The prompt this week was highlighter, coffee mug and hourglass.


Every Man's Fantasy 
Part 2 
Copyright © 2011

I’m shaved and showered and standing in my bedroom, figuring out what to wear. Rob will be here in an hour. After work I came home, slept, then cleaned my apartment like a maniac: Everything gleams. I even put fresh sheets on my bed, just in case we end up there. I’m hoping we’ll end up there but I won’t push. I’ll let him make the first move.

I settle for an olive t-shirt since it brings out the green in my eyes, and my favorite jeans and best underwear.

While I wait for Rob I try to study. My gaze keeps straying to my computer. The minute I got home I went back to the website and checked Jaden’s bio. Apparently he was twenty, six feet tall, with an athletic build. The build and height seems right but if they lied about his name maybe they lied about his age.

He had two more movies. I watched them both. The first was a solo piece. In the other movie he tops. The other guy’s hot but Rob is hotter. I watch his face and listen to his voice. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s so appealing with his long lean body; similar but so different from his sister with her hourglass figure and soft curves.

I shift uncomfortably. I’m way too excited to study. I put away my books and highlighter and put on some quiet music. I have time to kill so I empty my dishwasher. The intercom buzzes. I startle and drop the coffee mug I was holding. Thankfully it doesn’t break.

There’s a light tap at the door. I open it and he’s here. He looks great. He wearing jeans and a t-shirt and clutching a six pack in one hand. He shoves the beer at me. “Hi Sam. Here.”

“Thanks. Would you like one?”

“God, yes.”

“Glass?”

“No thanks.”

We’re still in my kitchen. I grab the takeout menus as he looks around. I watch him. He’s wound-up pretty tight. Maybe he’s nervous.  

“You want the tour?”

“Yeah, sure.”

It takes less than a minute. “Kitchen.” We walk down the hall. I point with the menus. “Bathroom ... bedroom.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

He pokes his head in both rooms and gives me a long look from under his lashes. It’s more thoughtful than seductive.

“And here’s the living room,” I finish.

“It’s nice,” he mumbles.

I sit on the couch and pat the seat beside me. I might be reading him wrong but he seems disappointed, resigned. He sits down and drinks his beer. The silence stretches.

“Rob, is everything okay?”

“Sure.”

“Are you hungry?”

He shrugs. “Sure.”

This isn’t going the way I imagined. He’s withdrawing. But in the coffee shop I was sure he was into me and when our fingers brushed in the kitchen when I gave him his beer, I didn’t think I was the only one that felt a spark.

This date is going downhill fast. I’m picking up mixed signals but I have an idea what’s wrong. I turn to face him.

“Rob, relax. I don’t fuck on the first date.” It’s mostly true but I have bent my rules on occasion. I would for him, in a heartbeat.

He almost drops his beer. “You don’t? Then why am I here?”

His surprise is painful to see.

“For dinner.”

“You meant that?”

I frown. Did he think I was lying? “Yeah. I did.”

“Oh.” He turns the beer bottle around in his hands.

“Is that a problem?” I wonder why he agreed to be here if he thought I was only interested in sex. I thought we were on the same wavelength but now I’m not sure.

“No, that’s great.” He pushes his hair out of his eyes. “I mean, I like you but I’ve never been on a date with someone that already knew. It’s weirding me out. You’ve already seen me naked, seen me …” He stops and blushes. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“You don’t care that I’ve done porn?”

“Are you still doing it?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Then no.” I watch his reaction. “It’s kind of a turn-on actually.”   

He’s silent. Thinking. “Which movie did you see?”

"The movies you did for Hawt Hawt Boyz.

“You saw all of them?” He sounds freaked.

Is he embarrassed? Why? It was his choice wasn’t it? Shit. “Were you coerced? Did they give you something or get you to drink something?”

“What?” He makes a visible effort to calm down. “No. There’s free drinks though. I was pretty drunk when they were filming.”

“So what’s wrong?” I ask gently.

He scowls at me. “We don’t have equal footing. You have me at a disadvantage.”

That’s not something I want but I don’t know how to fix it. “I can’t undo watching them but I can tell you that I was attracted to you when you came to the coffee shop, when we were checking each other out before I saw your tattoo. Before I knew. I think maybe it was because you looked like the guy from the video.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sam, I am the guy in the video.”

“I know that now.” I think about what I want to say. “Look Rob. I’m attracted to you and you’re attracted to me. I’d like to have dinner with you, talk to you, get to know you. Maybe make out a little if you’re okay with that.”

He’s watching me warily but one corner of his mouth tilts up at that.

“I’d like to see you again. Do I want to have sex with you? Hell yeah. But I’ll wait ‘til you’re ready. So what do you say?” I wave the menus at him. “Pizza? Chinese? Thai?”

He gives me the full smile. The one that makes him seem wickedly sexy. “Chinese. And we can make out a little.”

I grin back. Maybe this date can be saved after all. 

To be continued.


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8 comments:

  1. This is really cute and sweet, can't wait to see more!

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  2. I so love this... and his worry about just being there for fuck... bless him... hugs rj x

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  3. I really like this. I'm hoping for more!

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  4. Aw, so sweet! I'm loving this. :)

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  5. I love this. So sweet and cute. I like Rob and his uncertainty especially.

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  6. I can't wait for more. I like this story alot!

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