It was raining. Brendan was not pleased. He was out without his umbrella and for some unknown reason Davis was late. It was their sixth date. He had met Davis through mutual friends and they had hit it off from the start. Davis was usually extremely punctual so Brendan scowled as he checked his watch for what seemed the tenth time in so many minutes.
Brendan was a patient man. He was slipping down the backside of thirty and he was fully aware that his best years were behind him. He was looking to settle down so he did not mind settling. One could not maintain high standards when they were getting desperate.
Wait. Please do not think Brendan was desperate. He was anxious, surely, but he had not yet crossed the threshold to desperation. He just wanted to meet a man whom he could love that would love him back. And he thought Davis might fit the bill.
They had only known each other for about three weeks but you could learn a great deal about someone in that short of time. Brendan knew. And Davis was handsome and exciting. He had a sensual nature that Brendan found erotic. And they had not yet been intimate, which Brendan found arousing. He liked to wait. It made it all the more intense.
But now, he was rethinking. Davis was late, it was raining and his hair was becoming plastered to his head. They had arranged to meet outside the restaurant that they planned to have supper in but now Brendan was so wet and feeling much like a drowned cat that he was unsure if he would be able to summon up the strength to actually go inside if and when Davis showed up.
He was over fifteen minutes late now and Brendan was getting more than a little steamed. He was just about to leave in disgust when he felt a tug on his arm. It was Davis.
"God, you are late and I am wet," the anger melted away from Brendan. "Where have you been?"
"I'm sorry, love, you will not believe what happened," Davis brushed his lips across Brendan's softly.
