MAX: You wanna take Becca out for the night? She’s been dropping hints at me to ask you.
OLIVER: Oh yeah? Sounds cool. What does she have in mind?
MAX: How should I know? Why don’t you text her and ask her nicely if she’d like to go out with you? She might have some ideas.
There was no reply, but thirty seconds later, Becca’s phone pinged. She snatched it off the table eagerly, her face splitting into a wide smile. She looked at me and nudged me playfully with her elbow.
“What do you know, looks like Iambusy this evening after all, Max-a-million.”
I smirked and took a sip from my can. Becca wasn’t the only one who now had a hot date for the evening. Six o’clock couldn’t come quick enough. Pun entirely intended.
???
I glanced at my phone, leg jumping up and down impatiently. Four minutes past six. Rowan was sitting in his car the next street over, waiting to be given the all clear, and yet Oliver still sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone.
“Shouldn’t you be going?” I asked, trying desperately to sound nonchalant.
Oliver shrugged. “I said I’d meet her at half past. I’ve got five minutes.”
I clenched my jaw but fought to remain calm. “Here’s a novel idea, Ol – why don’t you try beingearlyfor something for once? Hell, you could even pick up some flowers on the way. I think you owe Becca that at least, don’t you?”
Though Oliver didn’t look up from his phone, I could see the cogs whirring in his mind. He locked his screen and stood, sliding the phone into his pocket.
“Alright, point taken.” He strode towards the door. “Don’t wait up, eh?”
“Have you got your keys?” I asked, shooting him a pointed look.
He didn’t reply, just jangled them in my direction as he let himself out into the corridor.
“Have fun!” I shouted as he slammed the door closed. I sat, frozen in place for a few minutes before leaping to my feet and opening my messages with shaking hands.
MAX: He’s gone x
A reply was almost instant.
ROWAN: On my way x
I paced back and forth, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. It reminded me of the first date Rowan and I had arranged, except this time I knew for sure what was going to go down between us.
When the bell rang, I hurried to answer it, buzzing Rowan into the building and hovered nervously behind the door. A minute or so later, he knocked, and I let him in. I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, but Rowan, dressed in his gym clothes, still glistening and pink was not it.
“Get in here,” I practically snarled.
Rowan obeyed silently, dropping his gym bag down as he stepped through the threshold. I’d barely closed the door behind him before I was slamming him against it.
“Nice to see you again too,” he laughed breathlessly.
I kissed him firmly. “You look fucking amazing.”
“It’s only my gym kit.”
My fingers plucked the skintight Lycra t-shirt from his body, pushing the material up. Rowan took the hint and broke away from me, just long enough to tug it off over his head. Our mouths melded and I worked my hand beneath the tight band of his shorts. Rowan’s large body shivered as I found his steadily hardening cock and ran my palm up and down it.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Slow down a minute. At least let me in?”
I growled with frustration but released him. “Alright, alright.”
Rowan grinned at me, kicking his trainers off. I grabbed his gym bag, carrying it through to the lounge. I noticed the end of his tie sticking out through a small gap in the zip and smiled. I tugged it out. It was still semi-tied, just loosened enough to slip off. I turned to face Rowan and quickly flicked it over his head, sliding the knot until it was tighter around his neck.
