Silk ✔

Six

He managed to avoid calling David for a whole week. Although only because he buried himself in a ton of work and ignored the fantasies which began to play in his head whenever he let his mind wander for a second too long. They weren't about sex - at least not all of them - but about simply spending time with David, about enjoying each others company, being able to share a kiss or a touch whenever he felt like it.

Coming home late to an empty loft made him feel lonely all of a sudden. What was normally his sanctuary after a tiring day at work was now hollow and too silent. He put on some music though it was a poor substitute for an actual person he could talk to. And certainly nothing was able to replace David's gentle caress, his warm fingers on Gabriel's skin.

He plopped down on the sofa with a bowl of spicy quinoa with chicken strips and switched on the TV, settling on a Late Night Show which seemed to be remotely entertaining.

Thankfully neither his parents nor Amanda had bothered him during the week, something he was very thankful for. The thought of someday being like his father was constantly nagging in the back of his mind, a taunting voice that wouldn't shut up no matter how hard he tried to be the opposite of the man. And with Amanda who was really just a puppet of her upbringing as a vivid image of a possible nightmare awaiting him, he desperately craved some sort of distraction. Proof that he was still himself and not another puppet in this game of money and power.

While he chewed on some chicken he dug his phone out of the pocket of his slacks - he hadn't been motivated enough to change into something more comfy yet - and skimmed through his emails although he really just wanted to call David whose number he had saved in his contacts first thing after leaving the man's home past Saturday.

He swallowed and put the device on the coffee table - nearly out of reach - and focused back on the show and his food. The female host had a singer on her sofa who allegedly was very famous. Gabriel hadn't heard his name before but the guy was at least fifteen years younger than him. Gosh, that made him feel old.

He finished his dinner while the TV host tried to get some dirty details out of the teen star who lounged on the black armchair like he owned the place, a lazy, somewhat seductive smile on his face which was half hidden behind his shaggy black hair. It wasn't hard to foresee his future. All of them became famous too early in life, robbing them of precious time to really develop into an actual adult person before the fame tainted them.

With a scoff - what the fuck did this boy know about life? - he switched off the television and made his way over to the kitchen to put the bowl and fork into the dishwasher. He contemplated taking a shower - no doubt using the opportunity to jerk off with images of David in his mind - but decided that he would head to the gym first to get some of the stress out of his system. Maybe it would even help him avoid the shameful act of fucking his fist while he really just wanted it to be David who brought him to orgasm.

Once he had changed into a tank top and shorts he headed out of his loft and to the ground floor where a gym and a pool were located which the inhabitants of the building could use whenever they wanted. And why should he pay for a membership somewhere else?

A young woman was already running on a treadmill and he nodded at her before he took a bottle of water out of the fridge and snatched up a clean towel. He noticed her eyeing him as he stepped onto a treadmill and pushed a few buttons to start warming up.

"You're from the top floor, aren't you?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes," he answered and glanced over at her before he went back to staring out of the big window in front of the treadmills which showed the green courtyard of the building.