“What’s wrong?” He asked. “You’re missing the fight.”
“Did you know he was going to be here?”
“What? Who?”
“Liam!” I was still looking at his still beautiful face, not even caring about the fight.
“What?” Clarke sounded genuinely confused when I pointed out Liam.
“I had no idea about it.” Clarke squinted at the direction I was pointing at. “Is that even Liam?”
“It is!”
I just realized that the crowd was getting louder again. My rage had drowned out the incessant cheering beforehand. I knew I had to get away. I didn’t even say anything to Clarke as I started walking away, getting out of the arena. Clarke was too engrossed in the fight to notice me.
As I walked out of the main entrance, I heard the crowd going crazy. I stood there, near the road, thinking of walking all the way to the subway. As I slowly started walking, I imagined Liam now being double teamed right there in the VIP section.
My own mind was driving me crazy and I thought about ways I could stop myself from thinking. I thought about reaching out to someone for sex. But that would take too long, and I wanted instant relief.
At that moment, walking alongside a virtually empty road, I contemplated where my life was heading. My finals were over. With college life completely behind me, I had trouble thinking forward.
The fight was over. Cars would start coming out of the arena pretty soon. But there was this one car that was coming out at an incredible speed. Horns blaring, the car zoomed out of the parking lot, and took a turn towards where I was walking by.
I was on the sidewalk, as I looked at the speeding car approaching. For a moment, an intrusive thought appeared in my mind. You know exactly what kind of intrusive thought. The thought that tells you that a slight misstep would give you instant relief from the constant agony that is life. The car was going too fast. What if I just slipped and fell on the road.
—
The car came to a screeching halt right in front of me. Simon Stiller was the person driving the car. He was the only person present in the car.
“Hey, Aaron!” He called me out. “Where are you headed?”
“I’m going home!”
“Mind if I give you a lift?”
“Sure! Why not?” I replied, taking a step towards the car.
As I got inside, I realized that I would not be able to invite him inside my apartment. Simon was wearing completely formal clothing, suits and all. I assumed that he came to the fight straight from work. His tie was loose around his neck, and I admired his broad shoulders once again.
“Would you mind having dinner with me tonight?” Simon asked. “I’m famished after the fight.”
“Sure!” I wanted to ask if we’d be having dinner at his place. But instead, I said, “Where?”
“I don’t have any reservations at any nice place.” He mentioned. “Where do you want to go?”
“Maybe next time.” I blurted out without thinking before saying. “Uh … maybe a nice Chinese restaurant.”
“Yeah, I could go for that.” Simon shifted gear of his car. “I know a really good Chinese restaurant.”
“Yeah, I could go for that.”
“Did you see me getting out of the arena Simon?”
“Yes. I saw that your date didn’t go very well.”
“That was not a date.”
“It sure seemed like it.”
“He is one of my friends with benefits.”
“Was the ticket to the fight a part of the benefit?”
“Exactly.”
“So why’d you get out before the fight was even was over.”
I didn’t like him getting overly familiar. But for some reason, I felt like I could talk to the guy.
“I saw my ex in the crowd.”
“Oh!”
He didn’t say much before reaching the restaurant. The silence was getting too awkward, and I decided to start casually talking to him again.
“So, where do you live?” I asked him.
“It’s just five minutes’ drive down the road.”
“Oh, do you plan on taking me home tonight?” I had been flirting with him over texts for quite some time. But flirting with him in person felt different and slightly awkward.
“I sure do!” Was Simon’s response.
“What do you plan on doing with me?”
“Nothing you don’t want me to do.”
“What if I just want to talk; get to know you.”
“Then we can talk. We can get to know each other pretty well.” He paused, holding intense eye contact. “But something tells me that you want to do more than just talk.”
He was absolutely right and I had an urge to jump over the table and start kissing him. Wait, no! I didn’t want to kiss him or anything. I just wanted a dick to satiate my immense lust. I wasn’t falling for him or anything.
Our dinner arrived. After quickly finishing up with dinner, Simon drove me to his much nicer apartment. On our way there, I texted Raj saying that I won’t make it home that night. He texted back saying that he’d be alright.
—
We started making out as soon as we got inside his apartment. As our tongues wrestling as our hands were slowly peeling each other’s clothes off of our bodies. We were two well-built men, caressing and feeling each crevice of our muscles as we kept taking our clothes off.
As it was time to take his pants off, I was pleased to find out that Simon had an impressively long penis. I was already planning to stay the entire night with him. So I wanted to take it slow at first. As we made our way into Simon’s bedroom, both of us were completely naked.
I was the one to throw him on his bed. We ended up in the sixty-nine position with me on top. Both of us finished in each other’s mouth a while later.
I was lying on my back, catching my breath while Simon sat down on the edge of the bed. I was admiring his impressive muscular back, still coming down from the afterglow. That is when Simon started apologising.
“I’m really sorry Aaron.”
“What?” It took me a moment to process before I said, “You don’t have anything to apologise about.”
“No, I do!” Simon repeated. “I’m sorry for taking advantage of you.”
“You didn’t take advantage of me.” I reassured him. “I wanted this. Besides, you would not get me where I am if I didn’t want it.”
“I’m not talking about physical advantage.” Simon added. “I’m talking about your emotional vulnerability.”
“Nonsense!” I brushed him off. “I am not emotionally vulnerable.”
Simon then turned his head, looking at me. There was genuine regret in his eyes. I sat up.
“What are you talking about?” I needed a straight answer from him. “Didn’t you like it? Do you not like me?”
“Of course I liked it.” Simon explained. “And I think I like you enough to,” He broke eye contact. “I would like to see if there’s something between us.”
“Of course there’s something between us. You came in my mouth moments ago!”
“That’s not … I didn’t mean it like that.”
“What do you mean?” Surely he’s not talking about a relationship. I’ve only met him a couple of weeks ago.
“I know it’s really soon to talk about it.” Simon looked me in the eyes again. “But I think you are a really wonderful person. And you’re really hot! And I want to take you out on a proper date, and see where things go from there.”
I looked down to see his flaccid but still impressive dick.
“You plan to take things slow?”
“It doesn’t have to be really slow.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for what you are suggesting.”
“I completely understand.”