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Friday was less busy, but still normal. I don’t know what I had expected, but I thought there would besomethingat least. Some tension between us, a stolen glance, an unconscious confession. But, of course, there was nothing.
It wasn’t bad, though. I felt comfortable with him. Maybe it was because we had been friends when we were younger, but it was easy to talk to him. Being with him felt natural. We had become barely more than strangers after we had drifted apart, but proximity had made us into something else. I didn’t think friends was the right word, nor was it was I wanted, but I wasn’t worried about the ambiguity. At least not yet.
The main thing that had changed was the hardest for me to get used to. Oliver had stopped riding in the backseat. He never said anything about it, and I didn’t ask. It was a different kind of intimacy than I had expected to share with him, but I liked it. I just wondered how long it would last.
***
Oliver managed to sneak out early on Friday, and I drove us back. “No secret gay bars tonight?” I asked, only half teasing.
“Not tonight.”
I had offered to just drop him off at the front of his building, but he refused and walked back with me. It wasn’t a big thing, and I wasn’t lovesick enough to take it as some kind of sign, but I liked it anyway.
Oliver yawned as he walked into the apartment, and promptly plopped down on the couch. “You’re a good cook, right?”
I was, and I had mentioned that I had offered to cook for Marina when I was staying with her. It had been an offhand comment, though, so I was surprised he remembered it. “Yeah,” I said. “I am. Want me to make something?”
“Pasta,” he ordered.
I gave him a mock salute. “Yes, sir.”
The T.V. clicked on and I went to rummage around his kitchen. I successfully found pasta and multiple sauce options. “Alfredo or Marinara?”
“Marinara.”
There was ground beef in the fridge, but making meatballs would take a while, and I was already hungry. I opted instead to just incorporate it into the sauce.
Less than thirty minutes later it was ready. The whole apartment smelled like garlic and tomatoes, and Oliver followed his nose to the stove.
I did my best at an artistic plating - and failed. But it tasted good regardless. Oliver pulled out a bottle of Merlot and poured us each a glass.
When we were done eating, Oliver excused himself to go to the bathroom and left the dishes to me. I was mostly finished by the time he come out again.
Oliver topped off his glass of wine and went back over to the couch. “Let’s watch a movie.”
“Let me finish the dishes.”
“Just put them in the sink to soak.” He waved his hand at me to hurry up.
I ignored his urging and stuck the last few things in the dishwasher before joining him.
“What should we watch?” he mused, flipping around the options.
“I’m good with anything but horror.”
He swiveled around to face me, his eyes bright. “You can’t watch scary movies? Really?” The glee in his voice was obvious. “That doesn’t fit your image at all.”
The couch was big enough for three, but he took up most of the middle. I rested my arm on his shoulder and leaned against it. “What kind of image do I have?”
His body stiffened as I pressed against him. “I don’t know, a cool one. Anyway,” he shrugged me off, “what about a comedy?”
We picked a movie, and I settled into the couch so that I was almost brushing against him, but not quite. I couldn’t focus on what happened on screen, so distracted as I was by his presence. I could feel his warmth and hear his breath. It was an agony of sorts, one that made my entire body buzz.
We made it through maybe 20 minutes of the movie before he started shifting around like he was uncomfortable. He kept adjusting his position until finally he tilted over and set his head in my lap.
All the blood in my body rushed either to my head or to my cock as he nestled against me. He didn’t say anything or acknowledge me at all; he just watched the movie.
A few minutes later he brought his hand up and rested it against my thigh, his fingers curling in ever so slightly. My breath hitched and I was sure he heard it. Whatever brief attention I had managed to keep on the movie disappeared.
