Ian staggered out into the hall and David followed watching him carefully. The other man seemed quite gone, and he felt a sudden urge to help him. He quickly closed the distance between them and found Ian's coat. Assisting his shuffling into it, he smiled and could not quite explain his sudden deep arousal. Eying the hall behind them, he inched closer and pressing the physically equally strong tall man into the coat hanger kissed him. Ian's struggle was weak and momentary, and he willingly melted into the offered lips and embrace.
David withdrew and shot an anxious glance around, and then he smiled at the young colleague in front. He looked irresistible – rolling his huge blue eyes at him and kiss-swollen lips shyly smiling back. It was then that he knew he had him, and he could not stop feeling happy and proud at the same time.
"I think we … should … probably … talk … about this," his opposite quietly said, and David nodded, "Your place? Or mine?"
Striking blue eyes widened with shock, and David nearly saw the fear and uncertainty in them, so he added, "Hotel would be fine, too".
Ian opened his mouth but found he was lost for words. He hardly knew David; still he had enjoyed the kiss – more than any previous one in his life. He was curious and at the same time afraid. Afraid of what might happen, and afraid of what might not happen, but most of all afraid of what the consequences might be. David seemed to understand as he gently pulled him out of the coats and towards himself.
"Listen," he whispered, "My flat's just around the corner. How about coming round, and we'll take it from there? – No strings attached". Ian nodded weakly and tattered forward, the other man's arm helpfully supporting his walk.
"How did you know I wouldn't punch you?" Ian asked caressing his teapot and staring into the hot drink. David was sitting opposite the side table and smiled at him declaring that he was good at his job and had done a bit of observing.
"You're puzzled, I can understand that," he added, "See, that's why I like the city so much: the anonymity of it. Gay, straight – so what, it's all about non-commitment … not that I wouldn't commit to you".
Ian gulped. He found it strange to suddenly, totally unexpectedly, fall and feel this strongly for another man.
"I bet you never kissed a guy before," David resumed, and he shook his head, "Then what? Older women? Your colleague's daughter? To keep up appearances. It's all been done before". Ian stared. Was he so obvious?
"It's your eyes that give you away. But I love that."
Slowly, the other man nodded and then coughed, "And can we, I mean …, was … that kiss just a way of getting me sober? Or is this –" Serious? Something for one night? For the weekend? Forever? He had left his question unfinished, feeling silly and foolish and blushing. David smiled and rose to sit down next to him. Touching his hand and taking the mug from him he promised that 'this' would be for however long Ian wanted.
"And I liked the 'just'."
"What?"
David leaned forward to kiss Ian again and murmured into it, "The 'just' in 'was that kiss just a way of whatever' – that's a cute way of saying you liked it".
"I did," Ian moaned and answered the kiss reaching out for the other male body so close to his. David eased him out of his tie and shirt and was about to unbutton his trousers when the odd fear returned. Soothing him, David tugged gently and stripped him, leaving the inexperienced partner his boxer shorts. Ian's rasping breath told him he was doing the right thing, touching, squeezing, softly biting his way into the other one's lap encouraged by incoherent pleas of innocent desire.
"You sure you want to stay here?"
"Where?"
"On the couch," David laughed running the back of his right hand over a shivering leg, "I've got a bed, you know". Again, he found himself stared incredulously at, and his grin broadened, "I won't hurt you". There was mock in his voice, and he immediately felt sorry about it. He knew what Ian had to be going through – being torn between his conscience and the fear of the unknown - and pure lust, plain and simple. He hardly knew him, and if he wanted this to mean more than one night, he had better show the other one that it was no confidence trick he was playing.
"Okay," came a hesitant reply, and David slowly put his hand into his underpants.
"Sure?"
"Yes," was the much more convinced answer, and David could not help teasing the handsome guy into a violent climax. Panting heavily, Gavin gulped and looked at his partner. He was way past cognitive perception, but while part of him felt utterly embarrassed and ashamed by what was going on, another part of him enjoyed the ministrations of the other man.
"You certainly look happier," David stated and slowly got to his feet holding out his hands.
Shaking his head, Ian faced the floor and huffed that he did not even like 'poofters'.
"You don't have to … just be who you are," was the retort, "Come on".
"Could I get another pair of boxers … or whatever? – These are … sticky," he admitted, and David nodded and disappeared into another room, the bedroom possibly, only to return with a clean towel and some underwear.
"You've got the choice – something daring …," he held out a bright pink short and Ian made a face, "… or something airing?" He showed Ian a silver g-string. With a pained expression he took the pink item and got up, wondering where he could wash and change. Doing either in front of another man, no matter how hot, was out of the question.
"Bathroom," David pointed at another door, and relieved the other one vanished into the adjacent room.