Richard Wisker- A gay love story

I walk down a small street in London on my way to Richard's house. Normally I'd get him to come to my house, but today is different. It's our one year anniversary.

I don't even know what to expect. I got a text message from him this morning saying "Come to mine at 11, got a surprise for you ;) xx "

That was it. I turn another corner and walk up to Richard's driveway. Number seven. I knock three times and wait for what seems like forever until he answers.

Richard opens the door wearing only his boxers. He runs his hand through his tangled hair and his eyes are only half open. I smirk.

"Is it eleven already?" he asks. But before I can get the chance to reply, he steps forward, wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses me.

The house hits me with overwhelming heat as soon as I step inside.

"Yeah, the heating's broke." he murmurs over his shoulder.

"And you can't fix it because..."

"Because it means I have an excuse to walk around shirtless all day."

I smile.

I strip down to my boxers as well, because it's far better than sweating all the way through my t shirt. Besides, it's not like we've never seen each other naked.

I follow Rich into the huge living room, the white walls corresponding with the black furniture. He presses a button on a tiny remote that opens up the wall opposite the door, revealing a massive TV. This is the kind of thing that doesn't surprise me anymore.

"Okay." he says. "I know you hate doing all that romantic crap, so we're gonna do none of it." He can see the puzzled look on my face. "So, we're ordering a pizza, playing video games and watching movies. Sound good?"

The smile on my face gives him his answer. He puts Grand Theft Auto V  in his Xbox, and hands me the player one controller. He knows I hate being player two. He sits on a black leather sofa adjacent to the TV. I jump onto his lap and he wraps his arms around me, controller in hand.

We must spend hours playing the frustratingly addicting game, and Rich kisses me everytime he shoots me (on the game, obviously) to say sorry.

After we turn off the game, I check my phone. Jeez. Three o clock. I reply to a few messages on my phone, and when I look up, the title of a horror movie shows up on the screen.

For the duration of the film, I curl up next to Richard and stare at anything but the screen. Richard's arms are still around me half way through the film. He looks straight into my eyes and kisses me passionately. I place my hands on his neck as he begins to lower himself down into a lying position, our lips never parting.

After a while, we stop kissing and I fall asleep on Richard's chest. When i wake up, night has fallen, Richard has fallen asleep and the room is pitch black.

My phone beeps, so I pick it up to check the message. The message is from a withheld number. Strange. The message reads "Dan. Richard is cheating on you. If you want to find out more, come to this address- 4 Rochester Close. "

It has to be someone we know. No one else knows about our relationship yet. Could Richard be cheating? I guess it's plausible. Tears suddenly begin to form in my eyes, so I quickly wipe them away.

I get changed, grab my phone, and leave.