Brushstrokes of Obsession | BXB

Quentin

Montey heard his phone chime, followed by a series of knocks at the door. His heart rate quickened with excitement and anticipation. He walked over to the door, checking his phone quickly to confirm it was indeed Quentin. The message simply read, "I'm here." He took a deep breath and looked through the peephole.

On the other side of the door stood Quentin, towering and imposing, his presence filling the hallway. Montey felt a rush of excitement and a flutter of nerves. He glanced around his clean, well-prepared apartment one last time before opening the door.

Quentin stood there, his espresso brown skin glowing from the afternoon sunlight. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, framing his strong jawline perfectly. Long locs were pulled back into a man bun, giving him a distinguished and stylish look. Quentin's glasses added a touch of intellect to his rugged appearance, their dark frames contrasting nicely with his skin tone.

He wore a black tank top that showcased his toned muscles, every contour of his athletic build clearly visible. His dark brown joggers fit snugly, emphasizing his powerful legs and complementing his overall look. Quentin gave off confidence and charm, his smile warm and inviting.

"Hey, Montey," Quentin greeted, his voice deep and smooth. "Nice to finally see you in person."

"Hey Quentin," Montey replied, smiling as he felt the initial tension melt away. "Come on in."

As Quentin stepped inside, he handed Montey a piece of paper. "This flyer was on your door," he said casually.

Montey took the flyer without looking at it and placed it on the end table beside the door. "Thanks," he said, focusing on Quentin.

Quentin's height and broad shoulders made the space feel smaller but in a comforting, protective way. Montey closed the door behind him, taking another deep breath to steady his nerves.

"Your place looks great," Quentin said, glancing around appreciatively. "You've got a nice setup here."

"Thanks," Montey replied, his smile widening. "I just did a bit of cleaning earlier."

Quentin turned back to Montey, holding up a bottle of Patron he had brought with him. "I thought we could start off with some shots," he suggested, his eyes scanning Montey's body up and down. "You look even sexier in person," he said with a grin.

Montey chuckled, feeling a flush of warmth at the compliment. "You look better than your pictures, if I'm being honest" he replied, their eyes locking as they both laughed.

"Glad to hear it," Quentin said, his smile widening.

They moved to the kitchen, and Montey grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet. Quentin poured the clear liquid into each glass, the distinct aroma of tequila filling the air. Montey then turned on his Bluetooth speaker and queued up some R&B music to set the tone right. Smooth melodies and soulful beats created an inviting atmosphere.

"To a great afternoon," Montey said, raising his glass.

"Cheers," Quentin replied, and they clinked their glasses together before downing the shots in unison. The patron burned as it went down, leaving a warm sensation in Montey's chest.

They took another shot, and then a third. The tequila flowed smoothly, loosening their shyness and heightening their senses. Montey felt the edges of his nerves start to soften, the music adding to the relaxed vibe.

After the third shot, Montey put his glass down and shook his head, laughing. "I don't think I can take any more," he admitted, feeling the buzz starting to overpower him.

Quentin raised an eyebrow, a playful grin on his face. "Are you tapping out already?" he asked flirtatiously, leaning in closer.

Montey laughed, his eyes meeting Quentin's. "Yeah, I think I'm done for now. But don't worry, I'll keep up with you in other ways."