When he came to live with me

Coming Early

My 'rollercoaster ride' was interrupted by an incoming call. I fetched my phone and saw his beautiful body on the screen. I used a photo I had clicked in our Bali trip from the summer two years prior as his contact photo. He was wearing shorts that revealed his toned thighs and a silk shirt with palm trees printed on it. His unbuttoned shirt was carried by the wind revealing his perfectly carved eight packs and voluptuous chest. He was looking away from the camera as he wasn't informed of the shot. His strong jawline shone under the yellow tint of the setting sun.

I was lost in my thoughts again and my phone stopped ringing for a second until he called again. I dismissed my daydreams and answered.

"What took you so long?" he shouted.

I remained silent.

"I'm coming home early. Make lunch for me too, Amour."

"What? You just left!", I exclaimed.

"It's 3," he snapped me back from my famtasied,"Have you been sleeping?"

"No I was just..."

I didn't realize how swiftly time passed as I was daydreaming since he had left and realized I had not even scratched the surface of my work.

"Thinking about me?" he joked.

I hung up the phone and blushed imagining his smile again. I had to make lunch for two now. I sighed and found my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was nothing except withered coriander and eggplants that neither of us liked. So, I decided that pizza was just fine. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number of the Pizza Hut nearby.

"A large chicken pizza with extra cheese, please!" He took my order.

I was informed to expect the pizza soon at my doorstep and in my mind, a race was going on, 'Kev VS Delivery'.

In a few minutes, the doorbell chimed and the delivery guy had won. Bravo! I received the pizza and amazed the guy as I was in my undies. That was how I dressed all the time at home. I didn't bother wearing a shirt or trousers as no one except I and Kev would ever be in the house and I liked the idea of being half naked.

"Like your body sir!", he teased. He was cute. Small like me and pretty eyes. I had started to flirt with him and then he informed he was straight. Awkward!

Shortly after, Kev arrived and crashed on the couch with me. I had placed the pizza on a plate so he'd think I made it. I served it to him and as soon as he took a bite, he knew I had not made that.

"I would have liked home cooked pizza."

"How'd you know that?" I was caught red-handed.

"It doesn't taste the same. I know what your cooked food tastes like, Amour!"

"Which one do you like?" I chuckled.

"As much as I hate admitting it, yours is better!"

We both giggled.

"I would have made the pizza myself but the fridge had nothing edible!" I confessed.

He gave me a look and yelled,"You still haven't replenished our supplies?" Very military-like.

I told him about the delivery guy and he laughed.

"Looks like you're into straight guys only"

I felt that pierce my heart.

After we had finished the pizza, I decided to finally take a trip to the grocery store. I went up, wore the dark sweatshirt I had stole from Kev and a pair of trousers and left. I took my time at the store, specially reading all the condom labels and giggling. I was attracting some attention and thought I should buy what I came for and not get distracted by my childish mind. I bought groceries that would last for at least 2 weeks.

When I returned home, all the bright lights were turned off. The living room was lit faintly by the soft yellow lights. And as I closed the door, I noticed that my favourite playlist was playing on the antique phonograph Kev managed to get from an auction. Then emerged the man of my dreams from behind the curtains that separated the living room from the kitchen.

It felt filmy. He smiled as I could not lift my intimate gaze from him. Then he closed the distance between us and kneeled infront of me. He raised his arm to touch mine and asked,"Would you like to dance with me, Mon Amour?" I could not hold back my blush and my cheeks flushed.

He grasped my hands and stood up. He was a few inches taller than me. My eyes just reached his lips. As Ricky Nelson's 'Lonesome Town' played, he placed my right hand on his shoulder and wrapped his left around my waist. He grabbed my left hand with his right and extended it outwards. We swayed along the rhythm. Initially, I hesitated to get closer than a few inches but gradually he closed the gapped between us and soon I found our chests were glued together. We danced along a few tracks, he spinned me and did some other dance moves. I really enjoyed it. I was aroused. I felt a fire burning inside of me from the heat of his body. As much as I wanted to reach out for his lips and kiss them, I resisted it knowing what it could do to what we had.

We didn't realize how quickly time drifted as we danced. We were alarmed when the playlist stopped. Then we went to our respective beds.

I was lost in my thoughts as always and they were disrupted when I felt his warmth around my chest. He had snuck into my room from our shared balcony. He did that often, when he was could not sleep.

"Couldn't sleep."

I chuckled,"Am I the reason?"

"I think so..."

I blushed learning that he would stay up at night thinking about me and I was keen to know what thought of mine had kept him awake.

"What about me?", I enquired.

It was followed by a brief silence until he responded with another enquiry,"What do you like about me, Amour?"

"Everything!", it rolled off my tongue instantaneously, without any thoughts. It was like I knew he would ask that. He smiled. I smiled back from ear to ear. I buried my face below his and sniffed his neck. He smelled so good, as always. I could hear him sniff my hair too. I wondered if he was feeling the same about me. I extended my slender arms and wrapped them around him and gently patted his naked back. He gasped slowly as he dozed off.

As he sailed to his dreams, stranding me alone in the desolate bed, my thoughts drifted to the day I came out to him.