"I was hoping we could watch a movie in my hotel room," he says slowly. "I'm not trying to have sex with you not that I don't want to….I mean….oh god." He turns away from me and I'm trying to gather my thoughts. I actually like him and I never got that impression from him. I really do want to have sex with him but I'm going to be a good boy and just hang out.
"Yeah dude," I reply. "That would be awesome." He turns around looking at me.
"Really?" he asked. "I didn't just…you know….scare you?"
"No," I reply. "You're a very honest person Stan, at least from what I can see." He releases a deep breath before laughing a little.
"I got so anxious," he explains. "I didn't want you to think I was trying to get only into your pants."
"I had a better conversation with you than my own brother," I tell him laughing. Stan laughs now and the light is returning to his eye.
"You have a brother?" he asks.
"Yeah, little brother," I replied. "He is a pain in my ass but I love him."
"I have a sister and she is um….hard to describe," he replies. "She is a lesbian though. Always been proud and doesn't take any crap from anyone. Made it easier when I told my parents about me wanting to date both."
"Totally," I agree. "I'm lucky my parents are supportive of me in general as long as I'm trying to do the right thing. You know some people don't get that lucky." Stan nods in agreement before glancing at his phone.
"The hotel is 2 blocks from here," he states. "Should we walk?"
"Mind as well so you don't have to pay for parking," I reply. I follow behind Stan as we both head towards the hotel. "What were you like in high school?" Stan chuckles at the memory.
"I was stupid shy," he replies. "I started to come out of it when I joined the football team in 10th grade." I can only imagine what he looked like as fine as he looks right now.
"Was your girlfriend a cheerleader?" I joke.
"Actually no," he replies. "She was really into computers, gaming, stuff like that."
"Wow," I exclaim. "I don't hear that often."
"Yeah met her in computer class," he replies. "She was pretty cool but things didn't work out because she got a bit too obsessive." I get quiet, not sure what to say. "Sorry, we're not supposed to be talking about ex's."
"It's okay," I tell him. "You must have been through some stuff with her."
"We did date on and off for 3 years," he replies. "I dated one other girl during one of our breaks up and that was awful, just her or whatever." Stan looks at me before shaking his head. "I was thinking we could order from the movie channels in the hotel."
"Sounds good," I replied. "At least we already had something to eat and drink."
"True," says Stan. "So I never got to ask why you're still solo?" Should I be honest? I mean I don't think he will look at me like I'm weird.
"I'm afraid," I admit as I see the hotel come into view. "I put myself out there twice and got hurt. I mean I tried looking but the person was never right, something was always off. Some people also say I'm boring or too clean. I mean what the hell is too clean?" Stan grabs my hand causing me to look down.
"Your perfect the way you are," he says looking at me. "If they can't accept you, then fuck them." He lets my hand go looking forward. Damn, I wanted him to keep holding it. It felt like everything in my world was going to be okay. "It's ridiculous how many adults still act like teenagers."
"Oh you have no idea," I reply. "At my job I have seen many of them come through there." Stan laughs.
"Even at my job I see it," he replies. "Sometimes I wonder if it is working with teens that gets to them after a while."
"You're pretty young to be a coach," I point out. "So how does that work out for you at a school full of teenagers?"
"I had one girl that was flirting with me really hard," he replied. "She only had gym for 2 quarters so I didn't have to worry about her too long. All my students are just that, my students. Plus this younger generation I swear they're all retarded." I begin to laugh a little because I feel the same way.
"People make seem like I'm overreacting when I say that," I reply. "Like my brother is a part of this retarded generation. He says I'm being an old man, no it's called using your brain."
"Your brother sounds really entertaining," he states.
"You don't know the half of it," I reply. Stan and I walk into the lobby. I hang back to give him space as he checks in. Stan walks over with his key card. We both step on the elevator.
"Sure you want to hang out with me?" he asked.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," I reply. "What are you in the mood to watch?"
"After talking about the Jumanji remake I want to see that," says Stan.
"Good idea," I reply when we stop on the 3rd floor. Stan looks at the signs.
"I'm 317," he says looking at the numbers. "To the right." We don't have far to go, just 3 doors down from the elevator with his room being on the right. Stan opens the door allowing us both inside. The room is really nice. A short hall with the bathroom to the left. Beyond that is the actual room with the king size bed to the left with a side table on each side. Across from the bed is a TV. There is also a small loveseat and a desk. I was not expecting the room to be this nice. "They have WIFI is you need it."
"I'm great but thanks," I replied sliding out of my shoes. I eye the king size bed already envisioning the things I want him to do to me. I shake my head knowing damn well I shouldn't and I can't move that fast. Stan takes off his shoes before walking around looking for the remote while I sit on the bed. He goes to the channel where he can order movies. My phone rings forcing me to take my eyes off of him.
"Hello," I reply.
"I guess that outing didn't go so well," says Ike.
"For your information, I'm still out," I replied. We're inside but he doesn't need to know that.
"Whoa are you for real?" he asks before laughing.
"I'm being rude," I replied. "What do you want?"
"I would have told you had you not hung up on me earlier," says Ike. "I kind of need to borrow some money."
"Ike, no," I reply.
"You didn't even let me explain," he whines as Stan moves further on the bed.
"You still owe me 310," I remind him. "I have to go…."
"Wait," says Ike. "So if you're still out does that mean you're on a date? It's almost midnight."
"That is none of your business," I hiss at him. Ike starts to laugh.
"About time you get laid," he laughs. I end the call not bothering to say goodbye. I look at Stan and he glances at me.
"Sorry about that," I reply. "You can put the movie on."
"I'm guessing that was your brother," he replies.
"Yeah," I replied. "So glad he decided not to move in with me like he was planning to do. He would have driven me nuts."
"Is it okay if I cut the lights off?" asked Stan.
"That glare is a bitch," I admit. "Hell yeah." Stan cuts off the light and I focus on the screen ahead trying to tell myself not to allow my mind to wonder. We watch the movie and I'm pretty impressed. The classic one is still good but this one is good for the new generation. I look at Stan chuckling because he looks so tired. "Thanks for tonight, I should let you get some rest."
"We can watch something else if you want," he offers as I stand up. I bit my lip not sure if I can handle that. Stan walks around the bed to stand in front of me. He looks at me so intensely.
"Stan…, "I say softly. My heart is pounding as I think of what to say. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Yes," he replies without even thinking twice. He closes the gap between us making me take a deep breath of his scent. I can't help, the air between us is so thick. Is he thinking about it, is he thinking about having sex with me. I look over Stan's face before asking him.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" I ask. Stan blushes deeply.
"Yes," he replies. "I want to but we don't have to. I'm not the kind of guy that does…..this." I wonder what my face looks like because Stan just stops talking. He leans down hovering for a moment over my lips. I can feel his breath on my lips. I lean up closing the gap between us kissing Stan slowly. The kiss is taking me away with how soft and endearing it is. Stan wraps his arm around my waist pulling me closer to his body. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him harder.
