David held up his hands. “I thought you were flirting with me! I was just flirting back!”
Farzan ran a hand through his hair, those soft, silky waves. David could still feel the ghost of them in the space between his own fingers.
This was all a big misunderstanding. Yeah, they’d both made assumptions, both read the situation wrong, but David was far from mad at the turn the night had taken. It had been damned good sex, and he wasn’t just saying that because he’d been in a dry spell. It had honestly been the best head of his life, tender and enthusiastic in equal measures.
And more than that: being with Farzan had been… nice. David felt warm, content. Alive.
He reached for Farzan’s hand, relieved when Farzan relaxed and let him twine their fingers together. He had to make him understand.
“Listen. Yeah, clearly I misread things, but I don’t regret coming here tonight. Do you regret inviting me?”
Farzan’s shoulders finally unclenched. “No.”
David waited for Farzan to say more. He wasn’t sure what: that he’d enjoyed the sex too? That he wouldn’t mind a repeat some time?
Or that it had been fun, and a hilarious mix-up, but it was getting late and David should go?
Finally Farzan said, “I know I just had all that wine, but I think I need another glass.”
That… was a good idea.
“You mind pouring me one?”
Farzan lowered his eyes. “It’s cheap.”
“Doesn’t matter to me. Just don’t tell me what it is.”
Farzan went to the kitchen—pausing to button and zip his jeans—and David turned away to avoid seeing the wine’s label.
(It was tempting to look, though. Farzan had a cute butt.)
When Farzan returned, he handed David a glass and sat farther away than before. David fought off a twinge of disappointment.
“So you’re not mad?”
“After a blowjob like that? Fuck no.”
Farzan laughed.
No, David wasn’t mad. He could’ve done even the barest modicum of due diligence, but Farzan had been so handsome, he just dove right in.
David smelled the wine. Garnet red, medium bodied, jammy. “Malbec?”
Farzan’s eyebrows shot up. “Yeah. It’s—”
David shook his head, sipped, mentally went down his tasting grid. “Mendoza?”
Farzan nodded. But where else, really, would you get cheap Malbec? Cheap but good. It was lovely. Familiar, though young, probably the latest vintage.
“El Libre?” David guessed.
“Um. Yeah. Holy shit.”
“I’m studying for my master somm. Need all the practice I can get.” David shrugged and sipped again, but he appreciated the impressed look Farzan gave him.
“Anyway. No. I’m not mad. I could’ve asked, like, a thousand times tonight. Fuck, I could’ve even bothered to look at your credit card. And this was honestly really fun.”
“Oh. Good.” Farzan blushed, twirled his glass back and forth. “I really liked it too. I don’t normally do things like this.”
