Huh? Oh, uh, yeah.
I dunno, kind like the idea sometimes of kissing and tasting the hint of garlic, and uh… stuff.
Really?
Yep.
Brett finally managed to control his own racing pulse and look straight at the young man. He saw the wisp of hair across the forehead, the little beads of sweat too that showed he was as nervous as himself. His eyes were filled with something beyond a blank gaze, almost as if they were trying to show something more than a casual interest. God, what if this guy was some freak though?
He couldn’t help the thought but as he slowly stared at him, he found himself making full eye contact. The guy licked his lower lip a bit, which made Brett’s heart skip a beat or two. Fuck what he wouldn’t do for just a taste of that tongue, even if it was coated in raw garlic.
I hate eating steak alone.
(shit now he was in for it. How the fuck could he just blurt that out. Man what if the guy wasn’t gay?)
Yeah, it’s uh, better with two.
(In for a penny, in for a pound he thought.)
Glancing downwards finally, Brett stared at the crotch. He could see more than just a tell tale bulge and he felt a hot flash spread over his own face, knowing that the blonde was also blushing a bit.
Well, shall I uh, get some mushrooms & garlic?
(He’s going to say no, I can feel it. Though he didn’t come right back with it, so maybe he’s trying to figure out a polite way of saying no?)
I don’t get off for another hour, uh, that too late?
Brett blinked and saw that the look he was getting was one of worry. The guy actually did want to have dinner with him and his body shook a bit as he thought about it. He had no idea what the guy’s name was even or anything other than he was one fucking hot looking guy.
No that’s uh fine.
Really?
Sure, that is if, I mean if you uh…
Yeah, I do, uh, by the way, guess I should introduce myself.
Haha, might help, I am Brett
