Chapter 2: Closing the Deal
Collins opened the door to the apartment that he shared with his friends. He peered inside, searching for forms in the dark.
"Roger?" he called, "Mark? Benny?" After no answer, though he was sure that there wouldn't be one, he led Phil in.
"Nice place," the man mused, looking around.
"Four roommates," Collins laughed, "I'm surprised you can see the floor."
Phil stood still for a moment, looking around. After a moment, he turned eagerly to Collins.
"You know," he said to the anarchist, "I really like you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he replied, chuckling, "a lot."
"Same here," Collins told him, sheepishly looking at the floor.
Phil began to walk towards him, with a smooth smile on his face. "I'm glad that you brought me here," he said, stepping closer.
Before Collins could answer, Phil's lips touched his. They stood in a passionate kiss for some time, not leaving their position. Soon, however, their hands began to move. Phil's long fingers unbuttoned Collins' shirt, as the latter removed the man's jacket.
"Bedroom," the anarchist barely mumbled, before parting. He took Phil's hand, and led him past a door to a small room filled with a single bed.
Just after kicking the door shut, the man's hands went straight to Collins' zipper, fumbling with his belt. Collins placed his hands on the other mans, to stop him, momentarily.
"You're clean, right?" Collins asked, seriously. Phil looked up and laughed.
"Would I be trying so hard to get into your pants if I wasn't?"
Collins laughed too. Good point.
He coincided, and soon the two began to become one in the small loft apartment. Though Collins normally didn't go in so deep so fast with a new guy, he was very glad that he's made this exception.