Alex's POV:
"Ready?" I question my waiting boyfriend.
"All my life," He answers, love struck.
I grin down at him, kissing him on the lips, quickly and lightly.
"It's cold. You should grab a jacket," I say to him, taking my own off the hook by the door.
"When is it not cold in London?" Charlie chuckles in reply.
He stands next to me, coat in hand. We walk down the hall way and out the door. We step outside, our hands entwining. We travel down 3 flights of stairs from our 4th story flat. I can't help but smile as a soft wind blows through Charlie's hair.
"Do I have something on my face?" He asks me, self consciously.
"No," I chuckle.
I lean down to kiss his cheek, softly.
"But now you do."
His cheek turns a soft shade of pink where my lips had grazed it. He turns away from my gaze, looking forward again.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," I answer, ominously, pulling him left, down the sidewalk.
He smiles at this, nervousness washing away.
We travel in silence for a while until I turn down a back street.
"I've never been to this part of London before," Charlie states, cautiously.
He notes the large houses, "So fancy…"
"Trust me, there's the great place."
We near a corner, a smile brightens my features.
"Here we are."
I stop him in front of a swanky bar, named "The veneur royal".
"I repeat, 'fancy'."
"Don't worry, I know the owner. She'll get us a great table."
"And when you say 'know' her…"
"Don't worry, Charlie, she'll leave you alone. She broke up with me."
"Alex, you ladies man."
"That's what they call me."
I grin before pulling Charlie forward and in to the Café.
"Good day" The red headed waitress greets, before Charlie can argue.
He straitens up and greets her with a nervous hello.
I take over for Charlie, putting on my best fake smile, "We are friends of Annett. Do you think she could seat us?"
"Of course," The waitress replies, her fake smile not quite up to par with mine.
She turns away and walks to the back of the restaurant, her heels clicking.
"Are you sure this is going to be okay?" Charlie asks, nervously.
"Of course it is," I reassure him, "don't worry about it. She's very nice."
Charlie makes a questionable noise in his throat. I bite my bottom lip, holding back a smirk. He is so cute when he's nervous.
I stroke his hand with my thumb. He seems to calm down a bit.
A minute later, a tall, super model blonde comes strutting towards us, a confident smile on her face, and eyes on me.
"Is that her?" Charlie whispers to me.
"Alex, so good to see you again," She greets me, before I can answer.
I can't tell if she's acting or not.
"Who's your friend?"
"This is my flat mate, Charlie."
"Oh yeah, I've heard of you, Your that guy on You tube, right?"
"That's me," Charlie acknowledges, nervously.
"Would you mind seating us a table, honey?"
She grins at the term.
"Of course," She beams, "anything for you, darling."
I just nod, trying to keep my smile. She turns to lead us to the best table in the house.
"Honey?" Charlie questions, defensively.
"Best to lay it on thick. Things would be tense with out a little flirting," I whisper in reply.
He merely nods at me, walking ahead and taking a seat in the booth. I settle next to him.
"Thank you, Annett, "I say, dismissively. She gives me a curt smile and walks away.
Once she leaves, I scoot closer to Charlie so our thighs are touching. I hear his breathing quicken. I place a hand lightly on his knee as I look over the menu. He tries to do the same but rather than reading I catch him throwing glances at me.
I smile, reading over the options and my fingers slowly crawl up his leg. He squirms but doesn't say no.
I have trouble deciding what I want as my fingers toy with the buttons of Charlie's trousers. I can feel him harden, slightly from the touch. My own cock presses against the confines of my jeans. I pull my hand around to the small of his back, not wanting to make a scene. Charlie sits forward, slightly, welcoming my arm behind him.
"What are you getting, Charlie?"
"I can't decide," He lies, trying to focus again on the menu.
"I think I'm going to get the duck"
As if by magic, Annett appears again, a pad of paper and a pencil in her delicate hands.
"What can I get you boys?"
"I think I will have the Mushroom ravioli, please," Charlie answers, quietly.
Annett smiles, writing it down, quickly, "good choice. Alex?"
"The duck, please."
"Of course," She smiles again, "Anything to drink?"
"A beer"
"Two beers," Charlie corrects.
"House brew?"
"Yes please."
"Alright, that should be ready for you in no time," She picks up our menus before walking away, toward the kitchen.
"She seems nice," Charlie comments.
"I told you."
My hand wanders up his spine and to his neck, resting on his shoulder.
"Thank you for taking me here," he continues, the heat between us growing.
"Any time," we gravitate closer.
I pull his neck up so his lips can meet mine. He kisses me back, passionately.
He pulls away, "I need to use the lue.'
"Me too," I say, hurriedly.
We both stand up quickly, drawing more attention to ourselves. I attempt to act natural as I follow Charlie to the bathroom.
I try not to look at Charlie's penis as he pulls it out. I do the same. We both stand there, waiting.
I finish and go to wash my hands. Charlie follows in silence. I turn off the faucet and turn to him. He steps towards me.
"Charlie," I step even closer to him.
"Alex," He closes the distance.
I lean in to kiss him, hard. Charlie grabs at my cloths, pulling me closer. I slip my tongue in to his mouth. He welcomes it. We stand there for a few minutes, lost in each other, before I pull away, breathing hard.
"I want you," I pant.
"Haven't you had enough for today?" Charlie teases.
"I can never have enough Charlie," I pull him in to another kiss.
He turns, ramming me against the wall. My hands wander down his back, one on the small of his back, the other sliding in to his back pocket. He moans as I touch his butt. I pull him closer so his body is pressed to mine. I gasp as Charlie's hands wander in to the back of my trousers. He gropes my ass, causing me to bite down on his bottom lip. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in to my mouth. I welcome him, letting him explore it. I am still breathing hard when Charlie pulls away from my mouth, wandering down my neck. He trails to my neckline, one of his hands sliding up underneath my shirt, tickling my spine. I arch forward, only bringing my hips closer to his. I can feel our hard dicks rub against each other. This touch makes me thirsty with lust. I take one of my hands and rest it on the bulge in Charlie's pants. He moans with pleasure, wishing I could touch him closer.
"Alex," he moans, breathless, "not here."
I nod, pushing him away. He backs up, trying to cool himself off. I stay pressed against the wall, breathing hard. I turn to face the mirror. I turn the sink on and run my hands through the cool water. This helps calm me down a bit. I run my dampened fingers through my hair, smoothing it out.
I turn to Charlie, "You good?"
He nods. His lips are swollen red and his hair is flipped out everywhere. I chuckle briefly, reaching out to smooth his mane. He smiles at me, sweetly.
"Thanks," He says, softly, a light pink still coloring his cheeks.
I grin back at him; taking his hand and leading him back out to the restaurant. Our food is waiting for us, obediently when we return. I secretly wonder just how long we had taken in there.
We sit and begin to eat the meal, our hands wondering towards each other every now and then. Charlie eats slowly, taking in the high class bistro, surrounding him.
The walls of the room they were seated in were painted a bright yet subtle red on the top half. Orange tiles lined the bottom half. The room was furnished with round, dark stained, oak tables, Fuzzy orange booths and matching chairs. Each table had a small crystal chandelier hanging above it. Through a window in the wall you could see the bar area. The walls were painted a baby blue. A very nice contrast. You could tell it was designed by a woman, No man would be able to match those colors so perfectly with out them clashing. The drink counter was 1 ½ meters tall, made of stainless steel. The counter top was paved with tiles the same color as the walls. There are stainless steel stools lining the bar with white cushions on them. A tall, short haired man stands behind it, polishing glasses and flirting with costumers while waitresses make and serve drinks.
I take the moment to admire Charlie as he inspects the café. He eventually turns back to me, blushing slightly.
"Was I zoning out?"
"Just a bit," I chuckle, "I was enjoying the view."
"How much did this meal cost?"
"About 100 quid."
His blush deepens, "Well, we better eat it then…"
I nod, turning back to my food.
We finish the meal in silence before Annett returns to our table.
"How you guys doing? All done?"
"Yes," we both mummer back, handing her our plates.
"Any room for desert?"
"No," we reply unanimously
"All right then, I'll go ahead and put these in the kitchen."
"How much?" I question, reaching in my back pocket for my wallet.
"On the house," She replies, grinning at me.
"Are you sure?" I say, sitting back down.
"Positive. Thanks for introducing me," she winks at Charlie who looks away, blushing again.
She walks away with our dishes. I turn to Charlie. He smiles at me, his adorable face painted red. I can't help but smile at him.
"Oh and Alex?" Annett projects from her position in front of the kitchen door, "I want an invitation to the wedding."
She laughs at us as I feel my face getting hot. She disappears through the door and everyone in the room is staring at us. I turn to Charlie who is redder than I have ever seen him.
"Time to go then?" I suggest.
"Yep." He concures, getting up and hurrying out of the room.
I follow him, closely, hiding my head under my hood. Charlie does the same.
"Thank you very much," I manage to say to the waitress as we pass.
I get outside and Charlie is waiting for me. I smile at him, apologetically. I lead the way home and we walk in silence.
"Here we are," I state, as we reach our building.
"Have you ever thought about it?" Charlie questions, out of no where.
"Thought about what?" I ask in return.
"Getting married."
I laugh at him, walking ahead towards the stairs, "It's our first date, Charlie."
"I'm not saying right now..," he replies, defensively.
I look back at him, realizing he hasn't moved.
"Well, yeah, I guess it could, maybe one day, be a possibility."
He nods, satisfied, before following me back up to that flat.
"Cup of tea?" I offer once we get back inside.
"Please," he removes his jacket and hangs it on the hook next to mine.
I head to the kitchen to start the kettle and Charlie flops down on the couch.
Once the water is ready I pour it into two mugs and place tea bags in them. I walk up behind Charlie and wrap an arm across his neck, handing him his tea.
"Here you go, love."
He smiles up at me, "Thanks, Alex."
He grabs the mug and sets it on the table. I place mine next to his, sitting beside him. Charlie kisses me on the cheek and rests his head on my shoulder. I turn to face him and rest his head on my chest, leaning back against the arm. Charlie snuggles to me, content.
"Hey Alex?"
"Hmm?" I reply, dreamily
"That was the best first date I've ever had."
I smile, my eyes drifting close.
"You're welcome Charlie."
I drift off to sleep, listening to the calm rhythm of Charlie's breath.