Mathew:
We sat at the bar and talked for ages as the music slowly grew louder and the bar slowly became crowded; Julian's hand never moving from my knee.
"So is this Matt series two I'm seeing? All brazen and rule breaking." Julian mocked light-heartedly.
His teasing was quite accurate, outside of football I was a bit of a goody, goody. If you had told me two weeks ago that I would be sneaking into a gay bar to drink and flirt with Julian id scarcely have believed you. Yet here I was, beer in hand basking in the deep looks and closeness as we'd never dared to before.
"Maybe it's just a side of series one you're not yet acquainted with." I quipped with a wink.
I had been flirtatiously touching him throughout the evening and I chose this moment to run my hand down his back. He studied me then, with a quirky smile on his face. His eyes were intense and focused on me. His teeth began tugging on his lower lip and I was transfixed. He moved closer. My heart beat speed up and I was overwhelmed by his proximity. But he detoured past my mouth when I had been so sure he was about to kiss me. His lips stopped against my ear, we were cheek to cheek and I could feel their soft texture and his hot breath as he spoke. His deep voice nothing more than a whisper.
"Do you wanna get out of here?"
All I could do was nod against him; my hands reaching out to grab onto his arms and keep him close. He pulled back a little, mischief in his eyes and chuckled. Our faces were centimeters apart, I could feel his hand reaching up my back to my neck, and then my stomach growled. It growled noisily.
We both laughed and but the moment was gone. He paid up the tab and thanked the bartender before taking my hand and leading me out through the now thick crowd on to the street. When we made it out to the cool side walk he didn't let go of my hand.
"This way." He indicated to the left and pulled me alongside him.
We walked for a couple of blocks until the smell of garlic and fresh bread was overtaking my nostrils and then we turned a corner and down an alleyway. There was this cute, little, hole in the wall Italian restaurant. The whole street was worn red brick and green vintage looking outdoor tables sat outside covered in white tablecloths, each table adorned with a few tea lights. I must have stopped walking at some point during my staring because Julian came round in front of me. He had his hands resting on my shoulders and a concerned look in his eye.
"Is this okay, Matty?" He squeezed my shoulders "Cos if it's too much..."
I pounced on him taking his face in my hands and crushing his lips against mine in a none too gentle kiss. His lips were soft and firm against mine; his hands snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him. This kiss had started firm but melted into something soft and sweet by the time he pull away for breath, resting his forehead against mine.
"Because I just want to do this right." He pressed a quick peak against my lips and my fingers danced through the short, silky hair on the back of his head. "You...this..." He indicated between us "it's important to me."
"Me to" I whispered and he kissed me again, light and sweet.
When he pulled away he took my hand in his again and led me to the hostess stand. We ended up sitting at an outside table sipping red wine and eating enormous bowls of pasta. By this point everything was starting to feel romantic and sexy, for which I'd love to blame to alcohol but a single beer and one glass of wine over many hours does a tipsy Matt make. In truth I was high on Julian and this afternoon/evenings events. It felt like an amazing dream. We ate till we were very full but still neither of us managed to empty our plates. Our conversation continued until we finished the wine and I was struck by just how easy everything still was, sitting here next to Julian our feet untangled under the table, the conversation still flowing freely as if nothing had changed. After dinner we meandered back to his apartment and all too soon we were standing out front of it next to my car.
Julian backed me against my car, holding my body firmly between it and him and his hand came down against the side of my face; stroking my hair, temple and cheek delicately with the tips of his fingers. His eyes roamed my face seemly entranced by the sight of his hands on me. When his thumb grazed across my lower lip my hands that had been resting on his hips gripped tighter. With a soft groan he pressed himself tighter against me, his hand sliding down my neck to the base of my skull and pulled my face towards his, capturing my lips in a long, delicious series of soft kisses which melted into each other until we were both breathless. He pulled away and went to step back but my arms held him close.
"Where do you think you're going?" I purred, looking up at him from under my lashes. He chuckled but the blush that stained his cheeks and the stare filled with lust me know that he was just as affected as I was. My heart hammered in my chest, my cock throbbed and every cell in my body screamed for more of him. Just having him near me, wanting me had my blood hot.
"I think we should stop before we get arrested for public indecency." he replied breathlessly, stepping back in an attempt to put some space between us. I followed pressing myself up against him, middle of the sidewalk be damned.
"Or... you could invite me up." I staring up at him with innocent eyes and a cheeky smirk. He stepped back again.
"I was kinda thinking we'd take it slow." he stammered. "Do things properly and all that." He was trying to stay in control of the situation but his whole body was betraying him. While I understood his sweet intentions, and loved them, I completely disagreed with his conclusion.
"What does that mean?" I asked coyly moving closer to him again. I ran my hand up the center of his chest, picking imaginary lint off his sweater just over his sternum. Leaving my hand there as I waited for his response.
