Beer, Burgers & Boyfriends

The employee’s restroom was much smaller and narrower than I had expected it to be. There were two loos at the back of the room which were separated from each other by a cheap, plaster wall. They shared a small sink, that was barely big enough to wash your hands in, which was next to the door. In practice, -because the room was so narrow- this meant that I was pressed in between Simon's body and the wall as Simon put some warm water on a piece of cleaning cloth.

It took a lot of willpower to look away from Simon’s ass, which was only centimetres away from pressing against my hips. My relief when Simon finally turned around was short-lived, however, when he leaned in closer to carefully wash away the pink stain on my shirt. His warm breath, which grazed my neck, left shivers all over my body, whereas the tickle of his messy hair on my jaw caused my face to flare up. That is without even mentioning how his touch made me feel…

Simon’s touch was firm and rough at first. He was pulling my shirt straight with one hand while manically scrubbing away the stain with his cleaning cloth. When the stain started to disappear, fortunately, Simon’s initial panic slowly phased out and his touch became more gentle. He tenderly started to rub the spot in slow circles to make sure that all the leftover splashes of strawberry banana milkshake would be gone completely. My damp, white shirt was now sticking closely to my skin and I was afraid it would become see-through sooner rather than later, but those concerns were quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming sparks I felt on my skin wherever Simon’s fingertips lingered on my shirt.

When I finally gathered up enough courage to look down at him, I was surprised to find that I was not the only one affected by our current -let’s just say, compromising- position. Simon was biting his bottom lip softly and his face was just as rosy red as mine. I was delighted when I noticed that the colour even reached up to his ears and my heart started to race when he looked up at me with a longing expression. Could it be that he was yearning just as much for me as I was for him?

I wanted to say something before the silence could become uncomfortable, so I hoarsely cleared my throat and said: “Thank you for going out of your way to help me. I'm sure I could have handled it on my own, but I appreciate it nonetheless... If you don’t mind me asking: are you feeling alright today? You seem more anxious than the last time we met and no offence, but you’re making way more mistakes too.”

Simon laughed timidly. “Oh god, is it that obvious? No offence taken by the way. It’s just that… I honestly had not expected to see you here again, so I was very surprised when you walked in this afternoon.” He had slowly stopped rubbing in circles but still clung tightly to my shirt. “I-I was hoping I would run into you again eventually, but I thought I would have more time to mentally prepare for that occasion, so I panicked a little bit.” He looked embarrassed and tried to avoid looking me in the eyes.

Although Simon's honesty killed the last of my doubts, the chaos in my head and heart did not get any better. Now that I finally fully allowed myself to consider being together with Simon, a wild whirlpool of emotions was unleashed inside of me. I was barely able to catch my breath in between the waves of new realisations crashing over me. It had been a while since I had fallen head over heels for someone this badly. In fact, I could not remember if I had ever felt so strongly about anyone before.

What certainly did not help me control my nerves, was the realisation that I had not dated any guys previously. Sure, I had dated plenty of girls before, but somehow the prospect of dating a person of the same gender felt very different. This would be a new experience for me and leaving my comfort zone was both incredibly exciting and absolutely terrifying.

That being said, the feelings I had for Simon were undeniable and I was shocked by their intensity. They were raw, like waves slamming and breaking against a cliff. Fighting against those waves would be pointless, so I was better off drifting along with their whims. I took a deep breath. I could do this. One step at a time. First, I would have to translate my chaotic feelings into words.

“I was hoping to see you again too,” I started nervously. “Hell! That’s the primary reason I dragged my friends here in the first place today if I’m being honest… I was immediately drawn to you when we first met and you’re so incredibly attractive. The more time I spend with you, the more I want to get to know you better and -this might be too early to say, but- the more I fall in love with you.” I wrapped an arm around Simon’s back.

Simon’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re incredibly hot!” He blurted out without any form of nuance. He bit his lip and flusteredly looked away when I started to laugh.

When I finally recovered from my fit of laughter, I responded: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. It wasn’t ill-intentioned, I promise! Can you please look at me again? I want to look into your beautiful eyes.”

Simon shyly looked up at me and I gently put my hand under his chin to make sure he would not be able to look away again. “Simon, I have never been with a guy before and to some extent, this whole situation... scares me,” I told him honestly. “I am feeling a lot right now and it confuses me, but I do know one thing for certain: I really like you. I know I will forever regret it if I do not tell you that now.”

Simon was at a loss for words and his grip on my shirt became tighter. When he was finally able to speak again, he whispered: “I like you too, Joey. I-I like you a lot.”

I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips against his.

Simon froze for a second. I had my eyes closed, but I could feel his body tense up under my hands and for a moment I panicked. Shit, had I not read the situation correctly? Should I pull back? I should have asked him if he was okay with kissing me first… However, soon my doubts were proven to be entirely baseless and all rational thought was banished from my mind when Simon let go of my shirt and relaxed into the kiss.

A wave of warmth washed over my entire body as we locked lips again and again in an equally-matched competition without winners or losers, where the ultimate prize was experiencing the epitome of pleasure. At first, Simon was holding back, or rather, I could tell he was being held back by his own anxieties. However, as soon as he became more comfortable what had started as soft, rapid-fire pecks turned into long, deep, simmering french kisses.

My head felt like it was full of clouds and I could not form a single coherent thought; nor did I want to. Thinking about this moment rationally would only take away from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure whizzing through every fibre of my body. With our bodies pressed so closely together, the increasing heat had nowhere to escape to, but I figured that it would be a while before these flames of lust inside our bodies would consume us both. After all, this moment seemed to take place outside of time itself.

The warped perception of time, the hazy cloud of desire blocking my brain and my general lack of concern about what was happening to me: this moment felt like a dream. However, there was nothing fake about the rough crack on Simon’s upper lip brushing against my lips; there was nothing imaginary about how Simon’s wet tongue twirls managed to take my breath away and there was nothing fictitious about the way his cold hand slipped under my wet shirt to lovingly caress my stomach and pecs, which left shivers all over my body.

To return the favour (and, truthfully, also for my own enjoyment), I let my warm hands slide down Simon’s waist until they rested on his bottom and I squeezed his deliciously tight ass as I had already dreamed of doing back in the restaurant. Simon gasped in surprise which was followed up by a soft, shaky moan. His extreme reaction brought me a lot of satisfaction.

“Joeyyy, you’re so mean,” he whined while pushing his nose against my neck. His heavy breathing was hot and erratic against my skin, and a soft moan escaped his lips again as I continued to kneed his asscheeks. He pouted: “D-don’t surprise me like that, okay?”

I laughed hoarsely and pressed a soft kiss on the top of his head while I tried to catch my breath. “I’m sorry, it was too tempting. I wasn’t lying when I told you that you look good in your work uniform, you know? Your ass looks especially wonderful in these tight pants… I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

Simon's shocked expression turned into a playful smirk. He started kissing and sucking the exposed skin of my neck and collarbones while occasionally taking a break to steady his breathing. I relaxed, leaned my head back against the wall and let Simon take control. It did not occur to me at that moment what my friends might think when they would see the collection of hickeys covering my throat, but then again: I was not really thinking with my brain at that moment. Most of the blood that was supposed to be going to my brain, had apparently sought to retreat to a lower region of my body.

Simon continued to press light kisses on my neck as he traced the lines of my abs with his fingertips. I could barely hold in a moan when he touched a particularly sensitive spot and tried to keep myself from making too much noise. Simon snickered when he heard the muffled noises coming from my mouth and let his hands wander further and further down. He whispered seductively: “Don’t think you’re the only one who’s been paying attention to looks, Joey. I think your muscles are so incredibly hot and I very much appreciate it that you tend to show them off by wearing form-fitting shirts. It does make me wonder how some certain body parts look that you don't visibly display...”

I stopped massaging Simon’s butt for a moment and frowned. “What do you-?”

Before I could finish my sentence, one of Simon’s hands had completed its journey down and was now gently cupping the growing erection in my jeans. Oh. So that was what he had meant.

Simon looked up at me with a flirtatious smile. His eyes were full of unfulfilled desires as he eagerly rubbed his palm over my bulge. “So, what do you say? Can I help you with something other than your order, Joey?”