I was not an affectionate man. I never have been. When I was little, I would only hug my own mother if I absolutely had too. I don't really know why I'm like this, I just am. My ex girlfriend would complain about how reserved I was. Sure I would kiss her and hug her when it was appropriate, but I was always stiff and put little emotion into the action. It's what made her leave me in the end. That and my obsession with video games.
I have never been an affectionate man, yet here I am, making out with a complete stranger. A very handsome and interesting stranger, but still a stranger. In the back of the bar, where I had just been drinking and talking to a friend, I now sit with a beautiful man straddling my hips in a booth. How I got like this, I don't even remember. But I'll tell you one thing, I was not regretting it. He tilts his head more and I push my tongue against his again. He rubbed against me, making me groan. I run my fingers through his hair and feel him moving and pulsing against me. I pull away for air and look around the deserted bar. The memories started to flood back as I stared into his beautiful deep blue eyes. The stranger was working here, he closed down the bar and then we stared talking about why I was here so late. I had told him about my brake up and he had tried to comfort me. Next thing I knew, we were here. "Can I ask your name?" I say much more confidently then I would have expected.
"Call me Cry."
"May I ask why?"
"We'll see were we end up." Is all he responded before attacking my neck. He started to suck on my tender flesh and I moaned softly.
"Can I ask your name?" He says.
"F-Felix."
"Hmm I like that name. Felix." He said before licking from my collar bone up to my ear. I moaned again and I could feel him smirk against my jawline.
"I hate to ask, but would you like to go somewhere else? I was supposed to be out of here as soon as I locked up and that was..." he looked down at his watch. "Half an hour ago."
"My house is empty now." I say. What was I doing? I would never invite a stranger to my house. Especially to have sex! I took me weeks to finally warm up to Marzia enough for that and this guy has me practically begging to get in his pants in one night! What is wrong with me?
"If your ok with that. You did just go through a brake up and, not to be rude but, I'm not just going to be a recuperating strategy. I've done that before and it never ends well. And I like you, I'd prefer not to screw it up on the first day." He says.
"I'm sure if you are. I've been more open and affectionate with you then I ever was with any past relationship."
"I'm flattered." He says smiling. "Makes me feel special."
"I think you are special. I don't really know why, I just feel it in my gut." I admit. God I'm an idiot! When will I learn to shut up?
"So, are you gonna go with your gut?" I don't answer. I just push his back into the table and kiss him harshly. He smiles again and I can't help but smile too.
"The invite still valid if you want it." I whisper.
"I would like to see where this leads."
Let's just say, when people asked how my husband and I met, we just say we met in a bar.
