Dave felt someone pulling at his arm, and he turned to see his girlfriend there.
"Dave, come with," Maisy whispered, pulling him away. Apologizing to whoever he had been speaking to, he followed her into the kitchen, slowly snaking through people as they did. Their house, their new house, he reminded himself, was full of people they'd invited to their house warming.
The party was in full swing, everyone having a good time, and Dave was seriously tipsy by this point.
"I want you to meet someone," she said, before stopping in front of a guy. Dave looked him up and down as was normal when meeting someone new. He was short, only maybe 5 foot 8, with blonde shaggy hair. He clearly kept in shape; he had a trim figure that didn't seem to show much fat. He had a smile on his face as Maisy stepped up to him.
"Jack, this is my boyfriend, Dave," she introduced, "Dave, this is my old friend Jack, he's just back from Spain after sooo long."
"Hi," Dave said, taking the other guy's offered hand, which having spent time in the sun of Spain was well tanned.
"Nice to meet you," Jack smiled, "Maisy was just telling me all about you."
"Nothing bad I hope," Dave laughed.
"Nope, nothing to worry about there." Jack smiled.
"Right, I need to mingle," Maisy said, "I'll leave you two to get to know each other. And Jack," she paused, "keep your hands to yourself, this one is mine," she smiled, showing she was joking.
"What did she mean by that?" Dave asked, puzzlement on his face as he took a swig of beer.
"Oh nothing, I'm gay, and in the past I MAY have had designs on one of her ex boyfriends. You're safe though, unless you want me to," Jack smiled flirtatiously.
Dave wasn't sure how to react to that, so just laughed it away. There was a n edge of nervousness in that laugh, because what Jack didn't know, what no one knew, was Dave had some Bi thoughts, he'd occasionally thought about being with another guy. Not that he would cheat on Maisy, he told himself.
Bringing himself back to their conversation, he relaxed as he got to know Jack. They continued to chat, topping up their drinks several times as the conversation flowed. Jack was a tactile person he found, often reaching out and touching Dave to emphasise a point. Strangely, Dave found he didn't mind the touches, and Jack smiled to himself every time Dave didn't say something about his touches.
Dave was beginning to feel the effects of the drink, the edges of his vision a little blurry, having to focus more on what Jack was saying. The time flew by, and Miasy had rejoined them when Jack spoke out.
"I should be going now,"
"nonsense," Maisy said "you've got nowhere near to stay, you can stay in the snug.
"Are you sure?" jack asked.
"of course. Dave, do you want to go and help Jack set things up,"
"Sounds good," Dave replied, "and maybe we can have a couple of games of fifa down there before we come back."
"Dave, you're host," Maisy admonished him "you have to be social."
"Yes dear," Dave smiled, raising his eyebrows to Jack who just smiled.
Dave grabbed the spare duvet and lead Jack down the stairs into the snug. Maisy left them to it, returning to the dwindling number of gusts.
They entered the room, and Dave dumped the duvet on the sofa. "This pulls out into a bed when you want it, but for now shall we leave it up and have a game of FIFA?"
"What about your guests?" Jack asked, cheekily.
"You're a guest too," Dave replied "so I am still technically socialising."
"Ha," Jack replied, taking a seat on the sofa.
Dave turned on the console, and passed a controller to Jack. However, no sooner had they started to play, than one of the controllers gave up, the battery run out.
"Fuck," Dave said, throwing his controller to the floor "I don't have any spare batteries. I suppose we best get back to the party."
"Or sit here for a minute," Jack replied "all that chatter was giving me a headache."
"Good plan," Dave replied, flopping back onto the sofa, the two of their bodies side by side.
Silence descended on them. Almost as if he knew what was going to happening, Dave turned to face Jack. Gently, Jack reached out and pulled Dave's lips to his. A slight moan escaped his lips, a moment of resistance as Jack's tongue slowly probed, before it gave in and he opened his mouth, his lips gently responding to the attention from Jack. Turning his body, he leant closer to Jack, their kiss still gentle, tentative.
Suddenly, they heard the snug door open, and footsteps echoed.
"Are you guys coming back up, "Maisy asked. Dave immediately sprang away from Jack guiltily as Maisy entered the room.
"I might have known," she said, and Dave briefly had a heart attack, thinking she had seen them kissing, before she added" I told you, no FIFA!".
Letting out a sign of relief, Jack replied, "Sorry," and then followed Maisy back up the stairs, leaving Jack alone, smiling to himself, before following them back to the party.
The rest of the party was a blue, Dave's mind awhirl with what had happened. He barely registered people leaving, cleaning up, and even when Maisy dragged him up their room, letting her dress fall to the floor revealing her naked body, Dave's mind was still elsewhere. They had sex, the usual passion somehow dimmed for Dave, before drifting off to sleep.
The following morning Dave awoke. Surprised to not have much of a hangover, he rolled over, feeling that Maisy wasn't there. He heard her in the en-suite shower, and so grabbing a dressing gown, he wrapped it around his naked body, and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.
He turned the corner and stood in shock. Jack was already up, and standing in the kitchen wearing just his boxers. Dave looked on as Jack faced the sink, his eyes somehow drawn to the tight ass beneath the boxers. He saw the tan lines where Jack's body hadn't been in the sun, the white contrasting to the darker tan skin. Jack must have sensed him, and turned, giving Dave an uninterrupted view of his cock, the bulge obvious against the tight boxers.
Dragging his eyes back up to Jack's he stammered,
"Good morning,"
"Morning, sorry, I normally sleep like this and thought I could sneak up and back before you guys were awake." Despite his words, Jack made no move to cover up or leave the kitchen as Dave made a coffee.
Five minutes later, Maisy came into the kitchen, tight leggings and a running top covering her lithe body.
"Seriously, after last night, how can you go running?" Dave said.
"Because of last night," she said, "I need to detox. You know this is my thing." With that, she gave him a peck on the lips, and slowly jogged to the door. A moment later the door slammed to as she stepped outside.
Jack looked at Dave questioningly.
"Every day," Dave signed, "An hour every day, I don't know how she manages it."
