Hand between thighs

   When Alan woke up, he felt a hand lodged right between his thighs, centimeters away from his genitals. He froze as soon as he open his eyes and realized he didn’t really knew what had happened the night before. Not minding the hand or the soft breathing next to him, he tried to remember where he was exactly and what had he done to get there.

 He remembered going to his friend Amelia’s house as she had organized a party for her boyfriend, who had recently came back to the country after working with an NGO for several months in Africa. Alan had always thought Julio, Amelia’s boyfriend, was very handsome and kind and he always told her that if he had been gay, he would have been the one to get him. Amelia always responded to this by laughing and saying, “Right, you wish”. She had cooked some things, bought other things and had bought lots to drink for the many people that were coming.

 At first, it had been a nice little gathering of people and, as it was a surprise party, it had been really nice when Julio had come in and he was truly surprised to see so many people there. Alan ate a lot and then began to drink, just like the rest of the people. Music slowly changed throughout the night and after midnight they were already dancing all over the place. Everyone was having fun. And that’s all Alan could remember clearly. Memories become blurry after that.

 He turned around his head to the left and realized, although the hand between his thighs was a good indicator, that he was naked. His clothes were all over the floor, his underwear on top of a shoe that wasn’t his. He turned around his head to the right and expected not to see whoever it was awake but he wasn’t. He had his eyes closed and he was a very cute guy. Cuter than most men he had ever had sex with. But no matter how hard he tried; he couldn’t remember who he was.

 After dancing had begun, he thought he remembered drinking a lot more. He probably mixed liquors and that’s why his head didn’t feel so good. And his stomach wasn’t too great either. He closed his eyes for a while and tried to think about what he should do. He ended up remembering a conversation with Julio about some political issue in Africa and with Amelia about how hot someone was. He didn’t really remember who he was talking about but he remembered saying something about an ass.

 Carefully, he lifted the bed sheet to see it if the guy’s ass made him remember anything else but it didn’t. It was nice though and he couldn’t help but appreciating that the guy slept on his chest and with his face towards him. He almost laughed at this stupid thought but he contained himself and realized it was probably time to go.

 The hand was the most difficult part.  The best way to do it was to make him move the hand instead of Alan taking it and moving it himself. So he just moved his legs and feet a bit and that made the guy turn his head around and remove his hand from where it was, instead putting it right under his body. Alan waited for further movement but it didn’t happen, so as silently as he could, he got out of the bed.

 He suddenly had a string urge to sneeze and grab his nose just in the right way not to make a big noise. He had a bit of a dust allergy and he realized the floor was not precisely spotless. There were little balls of dust here and there and he decided to get his clothes fast, before he needed to sneeze again. He grabbed his underwear first, then one sock that was on the bed, then his pants on top of the other guy’s shirt. His shirt was on a chair, as well as his jacket and, finally, his other sock on the nightstand near the possible owner of the room.

 Alan realized two things right there: that he might not be in that guy’s place and that he had no idea where his shoes were. He looked beneath the bed and under every piece of clothing still on the floor but he couldn’t find anything. So if they weren’t there, they had to be outside. Hoping not to have to wake up the guy, he grabbed the door handle and pushed as slowly as he could. The door didn’t make a noise and he closed it with care.

 Effectively, his shoes were on the corridor outside. He got dressed right there and in a few seconds he was clothed and walking to the main door. The apartment was nice, although a bit dusty too in the social areas. There was an opened bottle of wine on the coffee table and two glasses. Those were probably theirs and that really explained why Alan had such a need to eat something or vomit. He had never been a good wine drinker and realized he must have been really drunk to accept wine.

 He put on his shoes right on the door, checked his jacket for his wallet and cellphone and when he felt them, he opened the door, got out and closed without minding the slamming sound. He was out anyway, so he didn’t really care anymore. He walked towards an elevator and press the down button and then had a memory, a confusing one, of having kissed someone in an elevator recently. Not a surprise.

 When the elevator opened, a woman not much older than Alan came out and greeted him. He walked into the elevator and, just as the doors were closing, he saw she was standing in front of the apartment he had just left and was looking for her keys. He opened his mouth in surprise and wondered who she might have been.

 Moments later, on the street, he quickly knew where he was and where he had to walk to catch a bus towards his house. It was very early and it was, if Alan remembered correctly, a Saturday. So that explained why the woman was visiting he guy he had been with. Maybe it was his sister. Or maybe it was a friend that had keys, but that didn’t really make any sense. Or she could have been his roommate. After all, he remembered seeing a couple of closed doors. If only he could remember anything about his likely conversation with him.

 When he got to the bus stop, he tried to straighten his hair and look a bit less “hangover” in the face. But that was probably impossible so he just sat in the small metal bench and waited for his bus. He checked the number on his cellphone and then realized he maybe used the phone the night before. So he checked for pictures and, he certainly had many of those but not the kind he was hoping for.

 He almost dropped the phone and had to lower the brightness of the screen so no one else could see, even if he was alone at the bus stop. There were five pictures and in all of them he was having what looked like great sex with the guy he had woken up next to. He certainly didn’t remember that but then something woke up some of his neurons: in one of pictures, he could see the guy had a tattoo of a Celtic symbol on his arm. He remembered having talked about it but not with whom. Probably that guy…

 He knew he said he knew what the symbol meant and he did: it was about eternity and everlasting energy or something like that. Maybe that had been his so-called “pick up line”. Alan didn’t really use those but maybe it had worked that way for him. He also had a couple of pictures in the party but that he remembered very well because they had been taken early in the night.

 The bus arrived; he passed his card and then sat down in the back row. He looked at people and cars and dogs as the bus took him home and when he finally got there he just took off his clothes again and got in bed. But he couldn’t really fall asleep. He was still thinking of the guy and how guilty he felt not knowing who he was, at least a name or something about their conversation or what the sex was like.

 He really was an attractive guy so Alan wondered how he made it happen. Maybe the guy was desperate or maybe Alan had some charm he didn’t even know was there. Maybe he should have stayed in that bed, with that hand between his thighs in order to know more about that guy and possibly about himself. What harm could it have done?

Realization

   Norman had never really had any dreams, no real aspirations for life. He had gone through high school with pain, due to his lack of interest for most subjects, and went on to take six months off to decide what he was doing next. His parents agreed but only because he had really made an effort in his last year to get the best scores possible to get into a good college. They weren’t magnificent scores but they were certainly much better anyone had hoped him to have.

 He loved animals so he thought of becoming a veterinarian. But decided not to when he realized he would have to operate and see wounds and things like that. He wasn’t the best person in the presence of blood or any substances like that.

 Then he analyzed the possibility of becoming an architect. But he really sucked at mathematics and at drawing so it didn’t make much sense. Engineering was also out of the question as well as anything to do with math.

 He turned to the arts and put aside at once anything very plastic. He had never been good with his hands. Literature seemed interesting but he didn’t very much mind reading and cinema required him to work in a group. Which was very hard because he tended to like being alone.

 There was also law school, which he found very boring, and psychology, which he thought was garbage wrapped in trash. Philosophy never ended up anywhere and there wasn’t really anything else he could choose in the available colleges.

 The only thing he was good at was typing, like the secretaries in the fifties. He was really good and was capable of writing really fast although he had no idea what he was writing about. So he looked it up and decided it would be interesting to become a translator. It seemed easy, it was something everyone needed in due time, they got to travel and it just seemed right for him. Besides, he had learned two languages in school besides his own so at least he had already begun his studies, in a way.

 After two years of the career, Norman met Drake. He was a stunning man who happened to be very well known in the small world of high schools that compete against each other. When they first met in college, Norman was sure he had met Drake before. The thing was, he hadn’t but he had seen him several times when he and his classmates would attend football matches to support their school team.

 Drake was the star of one of the other high schools and everyone knew him because of his slight accent and his popularity with women. Norman had checked him out a lot back in the games but never really thought of anything. Later on, through a mutual acquaintance, they met in college and hit it off right away.

 They would speak for hours about their time in high school, their personal experiences there and also about their lives as college students. Drake was studying to become an architect and Norman soon saw with his own eyes that he was really good at drawing. When he did it, he was always very focused, as if he was alone somewhere. It was something really nice to see.

 They labeled their relationship as friendship. Norman went to Drake’s house often and vice versa. Sometimes Norman would judge Drake’s drawings and designs and would help him find things to make his ideas more appealing to the teachers. Drake also helped Norman by learning all the verbs and their forms for the frequent exams that he had. He also timed his typing skills and they always had fun with that.

 Although Drake had two girlfriends during their time in college, Norman barely saw any of them. They didn’t really talked about it. It wasn’t really a surprise when, in their last semester, Drake confessed he thought he was n love with Norman. And Norman realized he had been in love from the first moment they had begun their friendship.

 So shortly after they were done with college, they moved in together and promised each other to make it work. They found a small apartment midway between each other’s jobs and just lived a nice life for a long time until Drake proposed. He was one of those guys that like all the classic stuff. He wanted his life to have it all and Norman accepted because he was happy and wanted Drake to be as happy as he could. 

 They got married in a beautiful retreat by the mountains with friends and family and celebrated it by travelling to a faraway island where they were treated like gods. Besides, their relationship grew stronger and they felt they really had someone to trust and talk to whenever they wanted to. It was one of their shared dreams and they had achieved it.

 But then, some years later, Drake asked Norman if he would like to get a child, through adoption or insemination. Drake had entered those years in which men have a desire to leave their mark in the world and the ideal way to do that is to have a child. Norman had to think about it for a while because it wasn’t an easy decision. It was the life of some poor kid they were talking about and he didn’t wanted to make a mistake with that.

 Months later, they decided to go to an agency where they would offer a woman willing to carry their baby for the duration of the pregnancy. It had been Norman that made the decision, as he decided that if they were going to have a child, it was best of it looked like one of them. He felt bad for all the children up for adoption but he just thought it was the best choice for them.

 The pregnancy months were difficult because one of them had to help the woman they had chosen with all her pregnancy related issues and the one who was less busy was Norman. He took her to the doctor and to the dentist and to those classes were pregnant women learning how to breathe and how to stay strong. She was a very nice woman that just needed money and had already been a mother so she knew what it was all about. She was a single mom and her parents were not very happy with their decision but she didn’t care about that.

 Norman had some time to work, mainly online, with official documents but had to stop travelling to take care of the pregnancy. When the baby was born, the woman disappeared after being paid and they had new responsibilities. Drake tried to get some months off but due to fact that they were two men; they only gave him half the normal time. They sued but nothing came out of that. They enjoyed their time together, now three, and when he went back to work it was Norman who had to put almost everything about his career on hold.

 He got a break when the child was bigger and they had people they trusted to leave him off with like their parents or sisters or brothers who already had children. Being a baby, they didn’t feel good doing it but now that little Kevin as older; it didn’t seem much of a problem.

 One day, it the supermarket, Norman realized he was looking for a different cereal box for each one of them as well as their favorite snacks and meals. He knew how to cook the best burgers with mushrooms and he created Kevin’s favorite juice, a combination of three tropical fruits. In front of the freezers filled with frozen fish, he realized he had become a “house husband”. He had never really intended to and now he was doing all the things that the house needed to get done in order to work.

 He loved dressing Kevin up in Halloween and kissing Drake every morning and having sex in the most unexpected times.

 Then, Kevin was in school, Drake was successful in his job and now had a company of his own and he traveled from time to time to act as translator for some government officials or in other events. When he did that, it was fun but he had much more fun at home, when he was cooking or making the house look good. He had finally found what he loved.

 Maybe it wasn’t the most popular job of them all but he loved the look on his family when they appreciated his hard work. They didn’t teach any of that in college and he certainly had no use for those damn high scores and grades.

Tatuajes

   Nunca hubiese pensado que terminaría en la cama con él y mucho menos que me obsesionaría con algo tan típico hoy en día como sus tatuajes. Había visto otros antes, yo no tenía ninguno. Me parecían, en general, intrigantes pero nada que me volviera loco al instante o que me causara una respuesta demasiado obvia. Pero esta vez, por alguna razón, fue diferente. No sé si fue por la espontaneidad del descubrimiento, la simetría, el cuerpo del individuo o el hecho de que sentía haber cruzado una frontera que no debía o que no era mi deber cruzar.

 El caso es que cuando le ayudé a quitarse la camiseta esa noche, mis ojos quedaron prendados al instante del tatuaje en su costado derecho. A pesar de tener un cuerpo perfecto y de ser una persona que sentía que yo no merecía, olvidé todo eso por esa noche y me fijé solo en la tinta en su cuerpo. En el lado derecho, sobre el costado de la caja torácica, tenía un símbolo tatuado muy simple pero del tamaño preciso y como si hubiese sido escrito en su piel con pluma.

 No sé si él se dio cuenta, pero me pasé un buen rato besando su costado, pasando mi lengua sobre el tatuaje como si con eso fuese a absorber el conocimiento de lo que significaba el símbolo. Era algo tan simple, con un significado seguramente igual de simple, pero a mi eso me daba exactamente igual: en su cuerpo, en ese momento, después de ver sus delicados ojos cerrarse por el placer, ese tatuaje tan tonto era una revelación para mi.

 Para que no pareciera aburrido o que no sabía hacer nada más sino besar un costado de su cuerpo, me trasladé lentamente al otro costado. A él parecía no importarlo y fue en un momento, mirándolo, que me di cuenta que esos besos a él le gustaban más que a la mayoría de los hombres. Esos ojos cerrados indicaban una sensibilidad que no todo el mundo tenía, pues muchos preferían ir directo a cosas más obvias, ya vistas miles de veces en películas pornográficas. Estos besos no eran así.

 Cuando llegué al otro costado no pude evitar sonreír. Había otro tatuaje, del mismo tamaño que el anterior. La diferencia estaba en que este tenía un diseño un poco más complejo y tenía color. Además, para mi alegría, lo reconocí al instante. Creo que por eso dejé su cuerpo un momento y me dediqué a besarlo a él. Sentí una conexión que iba más allá de solo la relación sexual que estábamos teniendo o a punto de tener. Él era como yo, es decir, tenía gustos como los míos. Ese tatuaje me había transportado a mi infancia por ser el símbolo de un videojuego, por ser una marca en su cuerpo del tiempo y de la inocencia. Casi nos quedamos sin aliento después de besarnos entonces.

 Muchas veces es torpe cuando se llega a quitarle el pantalón a alguien, a menos que ya no lo tenga. Pero en ese momento, por alguna razón, nuestros ojos quedaron enganchados y mis manos siguieron haciendo lo que querían, despojándolo a él, con habilidad, de unos jeans de esos que se usan hoy en día, con la bota apretada y todo apretado.

 Cuando dejamos de mirarnos, se los quité con fuerza y entonces descubrí un tercer tatuaje. En ese momento ignoré sus tiernos pero sexis calzoncillos blancos. Decidí que era más interesante ese pez japonés que le trepaba el gemelo izquierdo, debajo de los poquísimos vellos que tenía. Mis manos, de nuevo, empezaron a actuar solas, independientes de mis ojos que no podían de mirar a ese pez y su curvatura, como parecía desaparecer detrás de esa pierna torneada, como parecía estar vivo con esos colores brillantes y hermosos.

 Mientras tanto mis manos lo tocaban todo pero yo seguía con la vista en su pierna. No sé si él se dio cuenta porque yo para ese punto había dejado de mirarlo a él. Ya no me importaba si se daba cuenta que su piel, que sus tatuajes mejor dicho, me obsesionaban y que hubiese podido quedarme esa y muchas noches más admirando cada milímetro de su cuerpo que estuviese cubierto por tinta.

 Le besé las piernas, le masajee los pies y las piernas y volví cerca de él y de su boca. Su sabor  era verdaderamente único y sumaba un detalle más, algo que simplemente mejoraba todo lo que acababa de ver. Este tipo tenía una cuerpo increíble, era alto, tenía una cara perfecta y sin embargo estaba allí, conmigo y mi cuerpo que no tenía nada que ver con el suyo. Mientras nos besábamos me molestaba que el trataba de tocar mi cuerpo pero se encontraba con que yo no era como él y por un momento me di cuenta que se abstuvo de seguir explorando.

 No separamos de nuevo y pensé que debía hacer lo que habíamos venido a hacer. Se podían hacer muchas cosas antes del sexo como tal pero si no se hacía siempre habría un cierto nivel de decepción, como cuando vas a un matrimonio y no hay pastel o te celebran tu cumpleaños y no hay regalos. Es incompleto. No quiero decir que siempre tenga que ser una experiencia completa pero es mucho más placentera si lo es.

 Bajé entonces a sus calzoncillos, que me hicieron sonreír, y empecé a bajarlos cuando vi otro tatuaje más. Era como estar en una isla del tesoro y descubrir que no había una solo punto marcado con una X sino mucho más, y todo con premio. Debajo del elástico del calzoncillo estaba su nombre. Quise reír porque me pareció curioso y también porque no conocía más de él que su nombre. Nunca me había molestado en averiguar más.

 Y sin embargo allí estábamos, yo a sus pies y él con una respiración rítmica, que aumentaba cada vez que besaba su tatuaje. Después terminé de bajarle los calzoncillos. En esa zona, como es de esperarse, me tomé el tiempo aunque debo decir que casi todo el tiempo estuve pensando en los tatuajes que había visto y en lo extraño que era que alguien pudiera tener tanta tinta en el cuerpo y no se le notara nunca. Era como si vistiera debajo de la ropa el uniforme de un superhéroe. Era el mismo nivel de poder, al menos para mi.

 Se podría decir que en mi mundo, hay hombres, claro, pero están divididos en grupos y niveles, otros siendo claramente mejor que otros a los ojos de la humanidad en general. Los hombres con tatuajes siempre eran más sensuales, más atrevidos, más salvajes y él no parecía ser la excepción, menos aún cuando podía ver con facilidad como su espalda se arqueaba con cualquier roce de la piel, haciendo brillar sus tatuajes con la luz ideal.

 Después de un rato nos besamos de nuevo. Fue en ese momento en que él quiso, y lo dijo con su boca y no con su cuerpo, que yo también me quitase la ropa. La luz era tenue pero no lo suficiente, no como me gustaba a mi que era casi a oscuras. Pero me quité todo nada más para complacerlo pues era lo justo. Al fin y al cabo había disfrutado su cuerpo por un buen rato antes y hubiese sido muy injusto de mi parte decirle que no a cualquier cosa que quisiera. Su deseo debía ser concedido.

 Como para evitar comentarios o que mirara más de la cuenta, le pedí que se pusiera de espaldas para apreciar el resto de su cuerpo. No fue sorpresa que debajo de la nuca tuviese otro tatuaje, esta vez un símbolo tribal en forma de ave. Lo besé, pero por alguna razón no tuvo el mismo encanto que los otros, parecía algo puesto allí por su yo inseguro, su adolescente que había pedido el mismo tatuaje que otros se habían hecho millones de veces antes.

 El resto de su cuerpo posterior estaba inmaculado, solo el ave y un pedacito del pez de la pierna rompían la blancura de su piel, cubierta en partes por pecas y en otras por vellos muy finos y casi inexistentes. Le besé la espalda y me sorprendió oírlo gemir. No sé si fue cruel de mi parte, pero me interrumpí en un momento y le pregunté porque no tenía un tatuaje en la espalda baja. Él se rió y solo dijo que yo debería ayudarle a conseguir el diseño ideal.

Esa propuesta me sonó a reto y, durante el resto de la noche, imaginé qué podría irle bien en esa zona, tan delicada y suave y torneada como el resto de su cuerpo que era simplemente perfecto.

 Lo hicimos todo y cuando terminamos, cuando nos poníamos la ropa, él me dijo que debería hacerme un tatuaje también. Según él había muchos lugares donde se verían bien. Distraído, le dije que seguramente habían muchos artistas excelentes en ese mundo pero él sonrió y me explicó que lo que quería decir era que mi cuerpo le encantaba y que un tatuaje lo adornaría perfectamente.

 Al instante me sonrojé. Nos besamos y nos separamos y yo me di cuenta que no le creí lo que había dicho, ni una cosa ni la otra, pues nunca creía en los halagos de ese tipo. Pero de todas maneras me produjo una sonrisa que se mantuvo varios días en mi rostro y que le agradecí en secreto.

Drunk gentleman

   The moment I opened my eyes, I realized how much I had to drink the night before. I didn’t even tried to sit down or stand up; I just opened my eyes and then shut them again. Although I didn’t really remember everything that had happened the night before, I was glad to know I had gotten home and that my cellphone and my wallet were in the nightstand. Those were the most important things to know, that I was alive and ok and in the right place. But my head was spinning so much I decided to close my eyes and try to get some more sleep. It had to be a Saturday or Sunday so I didn’t have to be anywhere or to do anything. I turned around, feeling cozy and warm and then, when I stretched my feet a bit, I felt someone else in bed with me.

 My eyes opened immediately but everything I could see was a head, short auburn hair and a tattoo on the shoulder, that happened to be uncovered, as he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt. I was only wearing my underwear but that didn’t matter, as that was my bed, in my home. Who was that guy? I had no idea and I didn’t wanted to be rude and wake him up just to ask. After all, he was there for a reason. Normally, any friend or friend of a friend would stay in the couch, which was very comfortable. But, somehow, I had decided not to leave him there but instead ask him to sleep with me. I then raised my head a bit and looked at the nightstand again and at the floor. There was nothing on my side that would indicate intercourse.

 Then, I remained still for a moment as I checked mentally if any part of my body felt funny. As I did that, I realized how bad my memory was at retaining any kind of information. Not only I couldn’t remember a single thing from the night before, I had to practically touch myself to know if I had sex with the man that was sleeping beside me. That made me feel like shit, as if I did that kind of thing every time I went out. I then turned around and closed my eyes and tried to think of something to do, a way to know who he was or why he was there. The best idea would be to write my friends and ask them if they knew, although that would reflect very poorly on me. Anyway, I fell asleep in no time because of how tired I was.

 It always happened that, when I had too much to drink, I would have the wildest and weirdest dreams. That time was no exception as in, the probably one hour that I rested my eyes, I dreamt about some strange creatures that I was supposed to kill with a team of others. We were using laser weapons and the guy that was sleeping beside me was there too, covering the left flank. It was like being in a movie, people shooting all around. I was having a lot of fun there but then the dream changed and I was in a room observing two people having a fight. They couldn’t hear me and I couldn’t do anything to intervene. The yelling and their insults made me wake up, sweating a bit.

 I sat on my bed, trying to catch my breath, realizing it had only been a dream. It was a nightmare that always came back, a remembrance of a past I always tried to forget. Then, I realized the guy on my side was not there. For a second, I thought I had just imagined him but then I saw his clothes on the floor and realized he was still around. It was exactly at that moment when he came in with a tray, my only tray. There was some orange juice, a sandwich made in the toaster and a banana. But that really wasn’t what surprised me most. The guy had the body of a model or even better. Instinctively, I pulled up the sheets, as I didn’t wanted for him to see my body, which was very far from his in terms of beauty and acceptance. He had some other tattoos and he was only wearing some black briefs.

 The beautiful man passed me the tray and told me he had already had breakfast. The only thing I could do was to smile and listen to him tell me how had the idea to make me breakfast after all I had done for him and how he had found everything he needed in order to make a somewhat decent breakfast. As I drank some juice, he laughed and said he thought of giving me some cereal but he remembered me saying that I couldn’t drink any milk. Again, I just smiled, as I had no idea at what point I had told him any of that. For that matter, I had no idea in what planet I could have met a guy such as him and why he was “thankful” to me. I just ate my breakfast and, in between bites, asked him if he had eaten something yet and he said yes.

 He looked at me as I ate, which was strange already, never minding those big green eyes, the tattoos and the body that seemed to have been taken out from a fitness magazine. When I finished, I decided to be honest. First o f all, I thanked him for his kindness but then I had to confess that I didn’t remembered much about the night before. I told him I could imagine I had a lot to drink because I really didn’t know where I had met him and why he had stayed with me, even in bed. His reaction was strange as he laughed and looked even better looking as he did it. He looked at me straight in the eye and I have to say I couldn’t hold his look for a long time. His bright eyes hurt a little.

 He showed me his hand and told me his name was Steven and that we had met in the bathroom of a club where we were both having some time with friends. Steven said that, when I entered the bathroom, I seemed to have been drinking for a while already so he had no idea what I had done before he met me. Anyway, he wasn’t there alone but with another guy. He said that guy was someone he had met at work and who was very obsessed with getting high and drunk. As I came in, he was apparently trying to convince Steven to get high with something he was keeping in a small bag, but he didn’t told me what it was. I apparently went to a stall and they kept arguing outside.

 Things got pretty bad as the guy who was with him started to scream and push him. Apparently, Steven had opened the little bag and thrown all its content into the drain. The man went crazy and he punched Steven on the face. He bled a bit and it was then when I came out. According to Steven, I just went insane when I saw him on the ground bleeding. I went straight for the guy and told him to get the fuck out, the guy pushed me and then I punched him hard in the face. Two, three, four times until he could stand up. I even kicked him in the stomach and we just left that place. I didn’t even tell my friend or anything, we just left for my place and I told him I would take care of him for good.

 Steven smiled as he remembered all of that. He knew I was just being nice and maybe my reaction was due to the fact that he was a very handsome man. And, without any hesitation, I told him that that wasn’t the case. Yes, he was beautiful, but I reacted like that because I had seen too much violence in my life to let people keep doing that to each other. I guess my answer wasn’t the best way to solve it, but that guy would probably think again before punching someone like that just because they wouldn’t have some of his shit. Steven just smiled as I said that and I realized I had talked very passionately so I decided to thank him again for the breakfast. He took the try back to the kitchen and I used what little time I had to put on my t-shirt.

 He reentered the room as I put it on and he asked why I was doing that. He told me that I was in my house, so it was a bit strange that I decided to cover myself as if I was doing something wrong. I told him the truth that I felt little ashamed to be next to him. I had a belly, I had no perfect body like he had and it would make me feel less weird if I wore the t-shirt.  I pulled it down and sat on the bed, waiting for something although I didn’t know what it was. He was doing exactly the same thing by the door, just standing there like waiting for something to happen but not knowing exactly what. It was a bit uncomfortable.

 Finally, I decided to get into the bed again and pull up the sheets. Then, he walked up to the bed and lay down too, this time with his face towards my side. I was looking up. We stayed like that for a good while until I decided to take off the t-shirt and turn towards him. He smiled again and I just got closer and kissed him. I wasn’t going to meet a guy like that ever again. We kissed for a long time and he told me, between kissed, that I had been a gentleman the night before, as we talked in the taxi and in my living room. We had already kissed but because he had leaned forward. Now, it had been me.

 We had sex afterwards and starting going out rather frequently. But that story and its outcome, will not be told here.