The Quarterback & Me [BXB]

Chapter 10 - The Date

Nathan's P.O.V

The violin play in the background, a romantic atmosphere is created through the dim, mood lighting that watches over the table for two. The table is neatly laid out, 3 sets of all the cutlery, which makes me realise how posh this place must be, the etiquette being high. I'd never eaten somewhere so fancy in my life, but Callum had ceased my expectations. It's perfect for a first date.

The waiter formally dressed, lead us to the table, one illuminated by a simple candle. The simplistic décor still makes my breath hitch, my eyes staying trained on Callum as he sits down, putting a napkin on his lap. He seems used to this lifestyle, making me think he may have possibly brought over dates here. His smile towards me, though, instantly makes me forget about his previous dates. The important thing is that he is here now, with me, on what I am hoping to be one of the best dates of my life, but also one of the first dates of the many yet to come.

I order and the basic conversation begins the date, the simple questions like 'What's your favourite colour' helping us to get to know one another. However, I find myself unable to focus on his words, but more on the way he looks. The light of the candle flickers against his features, lighting up his sharp jawline and highlight gorgeous specks in his eyes, the light illuminating his eyes and making me drawn further into them. They are like pools of water, the night sky and its stars reflecting in them, making me want to dive in deeper. The candle provides a romantic mood, that is accompanied by the melody of the romantic music in the background. A candlelight dinner is something that I never would have expected when I went out for a first date with Callum, but it is a welcome surprise.

His lips move open and close, him talking but my ears tuning it out. My focus is just on the way he looks, how much I want to kiss his lips and how this date is more than I could have ever of dreamed of.

My hands have stayed buried in my lap and I want nothing more than to reach over and grab his hand in mine, entwining them together and then never letting it go.

His black blouse is tight on his chest, the two top buttons were undone, allowing me to see the broad outline of his chest. He looks toned, with my hands still wanting to desperately ravish his body with my hands, moulding every little mark of him in my mind, mapping them out with the feel of my touch.

I shake my head, trying to get rid off my unholy gay thoughts. They should really be drowsed out with holy water.

The conversation seems to be running smoothly, him being the main person to do the conversation end of this date. I just listen to every word that comes out of his mouth, his every word is like honey to my ears. It's smooth and sweet, my eyes constantly trailing to his lips. It would be so easy to focus on what he was saying if his lips didn't look so lonely, so eager to be caught in an intense, passionate, fiery kiss.

The room seems to be closing in, the list and heat I feel for this man clouding all my judgements. It's like pollution in the air, slowly suffocating me with an oppressing need that I feel the need to succumb to just a taste of or I may die. I have to take control.

He stops talking.

Everything seems hazed, but his face has turned bright red and I wonder why. My eyes trail down and I realise our hands are now entwined together. Stupid, unconscious actions.

"Are you even listening?" He asks, eyeing me suspiciously as he realises just how little I'd been focusing on his words.

"No," I replied, bluntly. Before a look of registered hurt can etch on his face, I speak up. "I couldn't concentrate on what you were saying, because all I could think about is how much I want to kiss you."

He gulps, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I can tell he is getting turned on by how confident I am being, but he is eager to hide that fact. Everything seems to go in a blink of an eye and before I know it he has asked for the bill and I am being dragged out of the door.

I can't even stutter a word out, as he drags me to the back of an abandoned alley behind the restaurant. He pins me up against the wall, my hands above my head and my breath becoming rigid.

"You're going to be punished for not listening to me." He says huskily, rubbing up against the evident boner that I have in my jeans. I groan. He is such a tease.

"What are you going to do, spank me?" His face holds a cocky smirk, his eyebrows raising quizically, questioning if I am into that. I unconsciously gulp and that's all the indication that he needs.

"You wanted to be kissed didn't you?" His breath is over my lips, leaving a tingling sensation. The pull towards him is magnetic and I want nothing more than for him to connect his lips with mine.

"Well." He gets only an inch away from me, his lips brushing against mine but not actually connecting. "Dream on, lover boy." He pulls away, leaving me shocked.

My knuckles curl up in rage. So he wants to play it this way, fine we'll play it this way. If he wants to find out who's the biggest tease out of us two, he got another thing coming. He'll wish he never teased me in the first place.