I'll wait for you (Dayasco)

The movie

In the flickering glow of fairy lights that danced across my cozy apartment, I sat perched on the edge of my sofa, my heart pounding like a drum. I had finally gathered the courage to invite Daya over to my apartment for a movie night.

As I waited for him to arrive, I scrolled through our endless text thread, a long cascade of words that had painted a vibrant picture of our innermost thoughts and feelings, I couldn't deny the feelings I had for him within me.

I had been desperate for this moment, the chance to spend some quality time with him in the privacy of my own space. All day, I had spent my time transforming my apartment into an inviting haven, scattering horse figurines on shelves and stringing up twinkling lights to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

As the doorbell rang, a surge of excitement washed over me. I took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing Daya standing before me, his eyes sparkling with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty and the smell of his after shaving wafting into my face. 

"Hey," I said, my voice surprisingly steady considering how nervous I felt.

"Hey," he replied, stepping inside. "Wow your place is nearly as neat and pretty as you"

As we settled onto the sofa and decided on a film, a comfortable silence enveloped us. We were both movie geeks and had decided on 'Incidious' a real horror favourite of mine. As the film played I couldn't help but steal glances at him, marveling at his handsome features and the way his long fingers subconsciously fidgeted with the drawstrings of his shorts.

As the film played, the distance between us seemed to dissolve. Our legs brushed against each other, creating a subtle yet thrilling sensation.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the movie. His laughter whenever I jumped at a scare filled the room, a warm and captivating sound. I couldn't take my eyes off him, from the way he picked up and ate the popcorn in his lap to the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

My mind raced, replaying every moment we had shared since our initial restaurant encounter. The effortless flow of our conversations, the way he seemed to understand my struggles with my gender. I had always considered myself straight since my transition, but I never thought I'd find a man so accepting.

With each passing minute, my desire for him grew stronger. I longed to lean in and kiss him, to feel his lips against mine. Just as our gazes met and a spark began to ignite between us, the loud ringing of my phone shattered the moment.

My heart sank as I glanced at the caller ID. It was my editor, who rarely called outside of business hours. With a heavy sigh, I answered the phone, knowing that whatever was on the other end could not be good.

"Bosco, we need you to rewrite the entire third chapter by tomorrow morning. The changes are extensive," my editor said, his voice robotic and devoid of empathy.

My mind whirled in a mix of frustration and panic. I had been working on this project for months, and this last-minute revision could potentially derail everything and I had just been really getting back into my writing. Desperation gnawed at me as I tried to explain my situation.

"But I have plans tonight," I protested. "I can't possibly finish all that work in time."

"Well, make it work," my editor replied coldly. "You have no choice."

With a defeated sigh, I hung up the phone and turned to face Daya. The spark in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a look of concern.

"Is everything okay Bosco?"  he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to burden him with my problems. But something inside me told me to tell him, I couldn't keep my feelings bottled up forever, and I knew he'd make me feel better about it.

"My editor just called," i said, my voice trembling. "They want me to rewrite a huge chunk of my manuscript by tomorrow morning."

Daya's expression softened. He reached out and took my hand. "I'm sorry," he said. "That's awful."

"I know," I said, tears pricking at my eyes. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

For a long moment, we sat in silence, before Days reached out and took my hand into his, our fingers quickly becoming intertwined with eachother. Then, Daya spoke.

"Why don't I stay for a while and help you out?" he offered. "I'm pretty good at writing."

I hesitated, torn between my desire to spend more time with him and the urgent need to complete my work. But as I looked into his kind and understanding eyes, I couldn't say no.

"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you."

And so, we spent the rest of the night huddled together on my couch, all of the sequels to the original movie playing softly in the background they were my only real indicator of how much time had actually passed. Daya helped me brainstorm ideas, offered encouragement, and made me laugh when I needed it most.

As the night drew to a close, I realized that I had not only made significant progress on my writing but had also fallen more and more for this man.

As the night drew in, and it started to get late I knew my night with Daya was coming to an end.

"This was really fun, minus all of the stress you got put on you", he laughed "we should do this more often?" 

A smile spread across my face, knowing Daya enjoyed it just as much as I did. "I'd love that, I 'usually' get to kinda work my own hours so just whenever your free will work for me". I smile at him, hoping it wouldn't be long until we could do something like this again.

"Perfect" he grinned, standing up from my couch and stretching, making his hoodie lift up slightly in the front exposing some of his toned smooth stomach. My eyes went straight to his skin, like sharks go straight to blood.

I blush slightly as he notices me staring, "I'll see you soon Bosco, hopefully really soon" he smiled as I walked him over to the door, "be careful walking home" I mutter, not wanting to seem too obsessed with him yet. "I will be, I'll text you when I'm in" he smiled and I watched as he disappeared down the hall.

The smell of his aftershave lingered in the air, a smell I never wanted to disappear.