Ever since reaching work I had been watching the clock impatiently as I waited for the time to tick away till the hour I get off work. What they say is true after all, watching the clock only makes time tick slower; but I still haven't learnt from high school. Old habits die hard.
"Hey Blake! Table 12 ready to order" Cassie, my co-worker alerted me as she entered the kitchen with a bucket of dirty dishes. She already looked dishevelled as she ran a hand through her frizzy blonde locks that was tied up in a bun.
"On it" hopping off the counter I headed out the swing door into the dining area and made my way towards table 12.
"Good afternoon. Welcome to Forks and Spoons. My name is Blake and I'll be your waiter today, may I take your order?" I say almost robotically as I stood there by 12. It was a table of family, mom, dad and 3 little kids. I had my notebook and pen out and ready to take their orders but they asked for another minute to look through the menu before placing an order.
As I stood there, my mind pondered back to what has been on my mind all afternoon. Michael. I wonder where he went? I wonder what was so important that he had to go attend to, maybe it was something to do with his band gig. Needless to say, I didn't really care, I just hoped when I got home he'd be there already and we'd be…
"Excuse me, we would like to order now."
"Oh, alright…" I pushed all dirty thoughts of Michael aside for the moment and focused on getting the family's order. It was really hard not to think about what Michael said and it astonished me how much I was looking forward to it. Maybe it's because it's been a while since we last had sex or maybe it was the unconscious part of me that thought I'd never get that again ever since 'that' incident.
Another thing that was on my mind was that I felt shamelessly excited about having sex with Michael and the problem was that Michael was a guy, Why was I looking forward to having sex with a guy? Or was I just looking forward to the sex? No, that wasn't it. I was sure it wasn't just the sex I was looking forward to, Michael had a huge part in it. Whatever it was, I just couldn't wait to get back home.
After a few more orders and a good 2 hours, my shift was finally up. I joined Mr. Wournos behind the counter and told him I was heading off. He waved me off and I was about to leave when he suddenly spoke.
"Is Theler here yet?" Mr Wournos asked and I froze for a second,
"Yea, I think I, saw him in the kitchen"
Mr. Wournos gave me a look as if he was doubtful look. "Are you sure?"
"Yea, I saw him taking an order earlier I think" I said with a straight face. The manager held the look for a second longer before turning back to the computer on the desk and I breathed a sigh of relief. Derek Theler was another waiter who worked here and he's shift starts when my shift ends so he should've been here already since my shift ended. I don't know too much about Derek except that he works a couple jobs and struggles to balance them all so we try and cover up for him in such situations when he's late. May not be the honest thing to do but it doesn't harm anyone and helps a man keep his job.
"I'll go check if they need any help in the kitchen" I slipped myself away and went into the kitchen heading for the employee break room at the back. "Derek!" I exclaimed when I saw the him, he was just getting undressed to put on his waiter uniform.
"Oh hey man, what's up?" Derek was a very huge guy and not like Rosie o' Donnel huge. He was about 3 more inches taller than me, and I was 6"1. He also had an athletic build, really muscular and had curly brown hair.
"What's up is the manager is looking for you, told him you just took an order so it'll be nice if you could walk out with someone's order"
"Oh thanks man"
"Umm… ok, just hurry up and get out there please" I went back outside to see if the last table were ready for their bill and thankfully they were. I got the receipt from Mr. Wournos and served it to them in one of the hardcovers. After processing the bill I thanked them for dining here before going to the employee break room to switch out of my uniform. I clocked out and headed for home in my car. I made it home close to 8 pm and was the first one back,
Michael still wasn't back so I texted him just to see if he was okay, and of course to know when he was coming home. I have not forgotten where we left off on the couch and I am looking forward to resuming it this time in the bedroom perhaps. I grabbed a quick dinner of some leftovers that Michael had cooked, some Chicken in tomato sauce. Didn't bother microwaving it since I preferred food that way. I hopped in the shower after and decided if I should put clothes on or just wait for Michael. I decided on the former and got comfortable in some pajama pants and a white tank top.
I still remember his words freshly like he just said it: let's do it right when I get back. The way he said it, his bad boy smirk, fuck I want him so bad. I know I just got clean in the shower but I want to get down and dirty, and really explore what 'The Mikester' is all about; if you know what I mean. The whole bad boy, Mikester persona thingy that Michael has got going on is, can't believe I'm admitting but it's so damn hot. Can you blame me though? I think everyone has a thing for bad boys, some simply don't admit it. The sense of mystery they impose, the mischiefs they take along and the risk they play with; the recipe of a bad boy. Up until now I didn't see Michael as the sexy bad boy I wanna get in bed with but earlier changed everything.
I keep getting boners on and off thinking about it, and about what might go down when Michael and my body reunites. Every second I think of it just inflames my lust for him, and it's a little weird to realize I'm actually looking forward to sex with Michael. It was always just like, it happens when it happens, or when one of us need our manly needs taken care off but now, I want it to happen. I don't care though, I know the sex is going to be awesome and hot and it's going to leave us sweaty and the sheets soaked; nothing else matters. My mind started wondering if I should light candles up or something but then I laughed the idea off, silly me.
I occupied myself with the TV awaiting Michael's return home, occasionally rubbing my erection resisting the temptation to just jerk off thinking about Michael's hands all over my body while his lips wandered my skin. I kept fantasizing about my roommate but unfortunately found myself dozing off around 10, I was getting tired of waiting but I still wanted to get it on nonetheless. Just when I started to fall into a deeper sleep Michael came through the door waking me up, chasing off all of the sleepiness for me. "Hey man…" I greeted, I was hard instantly; yea I wanted it that bad.
"Hey" Michael replied plainly before heading into the bedroom. I began thinking how I could initiate the sex, I mean I don't just wanna go up to him and say 'lets fuck', or do I…. That moment earlier was perfect but I don't think that can be recreated again; dammit maybe I should've just gone with the candles. I thought Michael went into the bedroom to change clothes so I expected him to come back out but when he didn't I went to check on him and found him already in bed under the covers. "What the hell dude?" I almost yelled. Michael didn't even bother to acknowledge me, just kept his back to me. "Dude!" I demanded his attention
"What Blake…" he whined turning to me. For a second I didn't know what to say and just stood there speechless
"Well… what you said earlier?"
"What the fuck are you talking about dude?" he said getting irritated. I myself was getting annoyed, I waited the whole day just to 'do it right' and nothing happens?
"Don't you remember huh? "What happened to 'lets do it right'?"" I said making air quotations with my fingers
"Are you fucking kidding me…?"
"You bet, ha ha l.o.l" I retorted sarcastically
"Fuck off Blake, I'm tired. Go fucking jack off or something." Michael told me off before turning away again. Once again I was speechless, I was just in complete shock.
"Fuck you asshole" I cussed and walked off furiously. Seriously? This is how he was going to treat me? I freaking waited the whole day for him and what do I get? Disappointment. Just Iike what he is. By now my boner had died and I don't think it's coming back for the night. I just wanted to go to sleep but not in the same bed as that jerk. I tried to get as comfortable as I could on the couch before falling asleep, or at least trying to.
The following morning I woke up a little past 7 A.M. with the sun shining from the windows. I couldn't really sleep much last night because of the couch and my neck was sore from trying to force comfort. With a sigh I sat up rubbing my neck, hopefully a shower would wear off the soreness; so I headed for it. Just before that I peaked at my phone and saw it was Wednesday, gym day. Normally I wouldn't shower first if I was going to the gym in the morning but I did anyways this time hoping to fix the soreness, I can't have a proper workout otherwise. In my gym attire and gym bag in hand, I headed out for the gym, not bothering to wake Michael up. Why should I? If he cares about his fitness he should be able to wake up and get ready on without my having to wake him up. It could also be because I haven't forgotten what happened last night and his dick behavior.
I didn't intend to spend longer than an hour in the gym so after a brief warm-up on the treadmill I began working out my legs. As I worked out, my mind kept wandering to the events of last night but i didn't want to think about it, I was still angry for being treated like that. I tried ignoring those thoughts and put the anger into pushing myself harder at the workout.
A while later I heard someone call my name. It was Jack. "Where's Michael?"
"Don't know, don't care" I said bluntly
"Oh, he didn't come with you?"
"What do you think Jack?"
"Jeez, you don't have to be rude about it" Jack said and began walking away
"Jack wait, sorry…" I apologized quickly realizing how much of a jerk I sounded like, "We got into a fight"
"Oh, why didn't he come home last night?"
"He did… lets just say, he left me hanging" I said trying to be subtle
"Yea… sounds like Michael alright" Jack chuckled, Jack looked like he was going to say something else but then just said he'd see me around and went off. I resumed my workout and was able to finish in time like I planned. On the way back home, I stopped by McDonalds and grabbed breakfast, hoping to eat it at home since I didn't want to get food stains in the car. The first thing I see when I open the door though is a very unhappy Michael on the couch, looks like breakfast is going to have wait.