The Gayism

The Dating Game

At this point and time, I'd probably run or cry. He was sitting across from me, his eyes looking into my soul. Outside of his uniform, he looked even more smoldering, the lighting on the restaurant highlighting his cheeks and collar bones, all the while deepening his gaze and shadows lining his deepest points.

"How do you want this to turn out?"

The question caught me off guard, pulling me pf my muddled thoughts. How I wanted this to go?

"...what do you mean?"

"Do you want this to be just a date or more?"

"I wasn't exactly looking for much, but I'm open for whatever..." I tried to sound seductive and confident, but my shaky breathes and sweat pouring down my forehead like a waterfall was probably blowing my cover.

He smirked, chuckling softly, taking a swig of his bourbon.

"Then let's eat, I want my dessert quite soon," I chuckled softly, trying to ease my nerves.

~TIME SKIPPPPPPP~

We had went to a motel, to 'keep a low profile' as he put it. I don't know what that meant or why he'd want it, I'm guessing it is a bit weird to have more than one co-worker finding out about your sexual relations, especially if you are the most straight appearing homosexual out there.

He pulled me in by my hips to draw a kiss. It wasn't amazing but his intoxicating presence wasn't something to be ignored. Closing the door behind us, he grinned at me. Undoing his tie and taking off his shoes, only now, seeing him in the shitting lighting of the motel room, had I truly noticed his attire. Thankfully this was all coming off, so being underdressed wouldn't be an over arching problem soon.

He grabbed my sides once again and dragged me over to the bed, I kicked off my shoes as we walked. The bed groaning underneath our weight as we both hopped onto it.

" How do you like it?" He questioned while gripping my ass. I thought he was about to smack it but then he slipped his hands between my thighs, rubbing my groined and hole through my jeans. God, did I want these off.

" Like I said before, I'm down for anything," I said, a little breathless, taking my shirt off and trying to do so to him. He chuckled as he grabbed my wondering hands on his chest. Guiding one to his pants and the other around his neck...Oh right...we haven't really kissed yet.

I smiled as I leaned in, taking him in before the space between us closed. His lips were warm and inviting. I wanted more. Selfishly, I wanted him.