He had my heart and stomach twisting and fluttering. How was he so suave? How did everything he said come out smooth as hot butter? It really wasn’t fair. I didn’t stand a chance at resisting him as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It got intense quickly with tongues pushing together and licking at one another. We explored one another, both tasting the beer and hot wings as I purposefully slipped a hand to the back of his head and pulled him in closer. It was almost like we were not in public anymore. At least, not in my head.
It was Abel who broke our entanglement, grinning as he pressed our foreheads together. “I can’t wait to get you home, Aaron. Just let me spoil you a little and show you a good time first.” He mumbled before pulling back and taking my hand, going up to the front to pay the bill and get us both a preloaded card for the games in the dark arcade area.
The next half an hour we really bonded over playing games together, mostly the racing games, both cars and motorcycles. We were competitive and virtually rammed at one another while we played, both of us taking the win here and there before going off to other games so we could win tickets. Abel really had a thing for whack-a-mole and that was where he got most of the tickets that night. There were all kinds of others as well and in the end, we had enough to get a few little toys and some small pieces of candy. It was more than enough for me though when he gave me a cute little plastic bracelet with red hearts all over it.
“Wanna do anything before we go?” Abel asked, taking me out of the arcade and into the more brightly lit lobby. Looking around, my eyes landed on the skating rink and I couldn’t help myself. It had been so long, but I wanted to try it out again.
Thankfully, Abel was more than happy to rent us both a pair of skates and get on the smooth wood floor. It took some time for me to remember how to balance on the four little wheels as I rolled across the floor. Luckily, Abel was effortlessly sturdy and I was able to cling to him. Anytime I slipped he would catch me and help me back up.
He was really so dreamy. I could see how Abel was more than able to get any woman in bed with him. Maybe even any guy too. I was hooked. He had my attention for sure. It was hard to think he didn’t catch the eyes of other men, even if not out of interest. Guys like Abel were just too good looking for it to even be considered gay to check him out. I felt on top of the world getting to be the only one to hold onto him out there though. Getting to have him worry over me and not allowing me to bust my ass on the ground.
The skating actually took a lot of time. We went around the big rink for over an hour and by the end I was feeling pretty good about it, though I still held his hand till we were sitting down and unlacing the skates. My regular shoes felt like walking on clouds once we were walking back out to his car.
“Hold up, I need a smoke first.” Abel said as he got a cigarette out and used his flashy lighter to start up the end. I got one of my own out and before I could get my own BIC out, he had the flame in front of me, using his other hand to block the wind for me. I leaned in and used it, puffing on the end of my smoke to get it nice and light up before leaning back. I took in a deep breath of it, needing the sensation of the nicotine to relax me after a few hours without one. Unlike Livia I was able to last a bit longer, though I was starting to feel that growing yearning need.
Filling my lungs felt nice as we came to stand beside his car. Abel leaned back against the passenger door, grabbing my hips to pull me between his relaxed and spread legs. I laughed a little as I let myself be manhandled a bit, my free hand coming up to rest on Abel’s strong shoulder to hold myself up. “You and Liv must smoke a lot.” He said to me, resting his hand on my hip as he took the cigarette from between his lips, keeping it held carefully so as not to burn me.
“Liv smokes a lot. Not me, though it’s kinda my fault she got into it. My dad always smoked in the house and I started out when I was younger. Like fifteen. Me and Liv were dating and she used to hate it, but then she started to kinda give in when we would drink and stuff. Especially when she was smoking weed. Now, she needs at least one every hour or she turns to a horror without it!” I laughed a little, though sometimes I did feel bad when in the mornings or after sex, I would hear her hacking and coughing already.
“That’s cute in a fucked up way.” Abel laughed, his arm wrapping around my waist as he enjoyed his full flavor cigarette. I loved the way he smelled. The mix of smoke and his aftershave along with the bit of beer on his breath was driving me insane. “Kinda hoping to have a similar origin story with the two of you.”
I rolled my eyes, “It’s not the story we lead with. I think the high school sweethearts story is more than sufficient for curious ears.”
“Liv has told me a lot about that side of things. I wanna hear more insider information. The good, juicy stuff.” he said playfully before blowing a cloud of smoke into my face. I wrinkled my nose and gave him a facefull as well to show I wasn’t gonna back down that easily. Not like I had before with Liv on the balcony.
“Well, that kind of thing takes time. You just gotta stick around and slowly you’ll get the whole thing.” I assured him, both of us finishing off our smokes. After disposing of the butts, Abel helped me into the car again and we started back for my place. It was dark out, but I looked over at the other when we would pass under lit areas through the corner of my eye. About halfway through the ride he had his hand on my upper thigh. He was so handsome it was like a dream to be around him. When I was away from Abel sometimes I wondered if he was even real and when he would ghost us.
So far, he had stuck around and he was more than happy to share his lifestyle of happiness with us. Not that the man was happy all the time. He was a political commentator and one with a platform and fans. His name was being tossed around on the morning news sometimes, shocking me when they would speak of how evil and greedy the lying Abel Lewis was. I had consumed a lot of his content over the past few weeks and I was able to say, this man put his heart and soul into teaching the masses. He spent at least six hours a day on stream and he was constantly entertaining and educating. I had seen him in every state online by then, having binge watched as much as I could, and it was all so raw.
Abel would get so passionate he would be red at the face, screaming even about the inequalities, the horrors, the disturbing amount of violence within our systems. He was a good man and yes, he had money when he was aligning himself with the working poor. Yes, he spent that money on things, fun experiences, and pushed capitalism. But, I had a feeling his events, large donations, and the work he put in on and off stream was enough for me to know that all that was just secondary. It was his money and he did a lot more good with it than spoiling himself.