*Mark's POV*
After giving Jack my address, I quickly rushed to clean, finish cooking dinner, and select an acceptable bottle of champagne.
No sooner than I finished, I heard a car pull up outside. I took off my apron, smoothed my hair in a nearby mirror, and waited for a knock on the door.
Surely enough, a minute or so later, there were three perfectly synchronized knocks on my oak door. I opened it to see a man more beautiful than any mere picture. He held a cake tray, and he wore an adorably nervous smile.
"Hello," he greeted. I mentally slapped myself to snap back into reality.
"Please, come in."
I smiled widely and stepped aside so he could do so.
"Set the cake anywhere you please, preferably in the kitchen, though."
He sat the cake on the counter.
"You really didn't have to bring anything," I reminded him.
"Yes, I know. We'll consider it a trade for your hospitality, yes?"
I chuckled.
"As you wish."
Jack looked around, admiring every detail of my home seemingly in awe. I couldn't help feeling nervous at his every movement. He seemed to notice, and he offered a compliment.
"I like your home. It's very nice, unlike mine," he joked. Just hearing his voice crackle as he laughed made my heart skip a beat.
I can't believe I feel this way. I'm acting like a schoolgirl for crying out loud! I met this man face to face maybe twenty minutes ago, and already I can't imagine what I'll do after he leaves.
Probably masturbate.
Wait... WHAT?! I'm never that dirty-minded. Ever. He must be having THAT effect on me as well.
It's gonna be a long night if I keep this up.
"So Mark," Jack started, snapping me out of my thoughts, "you're gay? Or bisexual?"
"That's rather forward, isn't it?" I pulled at my collar, feeling it tighten as I swallowed thickly.
"Oh, I didn't mean to pry! I figured you wouldn't mind since we unknowingly shared a man."
Felix... I'm such an idiot! Around Jack, at least.
"O-oh! R-right. I'm gay. And yourself?" I gulped nervously. I hoped he'd say he was also gay so that there'd be less competition to worry about. Not that I thought of Jack that way. Not yet.
"Same here."
Phew. That's a relief.
Suddenly, Jack's phone rang.
"Sorry, I have to take this."
He stood, eyes fixated on the caller ID. He stepped out onto the porch, and I took the opportunity to clear the table and reset it with dessert. I figured it'd be convenient since Jack was preoccupied anyways and we were both finished. I also hoped it'd show Jack that I appreciated his baking.
He came back in with an odd look on his face. He shook his head and seemed to wake up from some sort of emotional trance. His expression brightened upon seeing the table.
"Everything alright?"
"No... I mean yes! Everything's been lovely here, but I have to go."
He grabbed his coat and practically ran out and to his car. A second or so before he opened the driver's door, I called out to him.
"Maybe we can do this again sometime?"
"I'm not sure, but I'd like to!"
"Alright... Just let me know!"
And after a quick smile in response, Jack got into his car, slamming the door shut and speeding away.
I wonder what that was about...
