Page 17 of Taurus

6. ZANDER

I was an awful host, and that was perhaps because I never hosted. I never had people over, and I definitely never had to offer them food or snacks. I made do with the services they provided at the Playhouse Club, and that was fine with me. They offered a room, and then they had a bar, and a little place for snacks.

I should’ve been asleep the moment my head hit the pillow like Sam, but instead, I tossed and turned, wrestling with the idea that I could’ve been prepared.

Gael had mentioned meeting a friend of his boyfriend at the club, he’d strongly implied we’d hit it off, and it could lead to something. Gael knew I’d been looking for a partner, someone who I shared chemistry with, and someone I could be monogamous with. Previous guys had always assumed I was poly because I did porn, but that was far from the truth, and they never stuck around long enough to hear me explain that I never did it with anyone, every video I made was a solo video, unless you counted the teddy bears with the stuffed removed and sex toys implanted to make them more fuckable.

Sam barely moved in bed beside me, occasionally letting out a little snore or a couple of nonsensical words. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe how much of a mess my apartment was, and I should’ve cleaned after Gael had mentioned it, but it was yet another attempt at self-sabotage, and I regretted it. I liked Sam, he pushed my buttons, and I was a sucker for a good pushed button.

Finally getting to sleep, I still manage to wake up before him. At eight in the morning, I knew now was the time to try and get things back on track to being a good host. I climbed out of bed, slowly, trying to keep from waking him. He seemed unphased by the movement anyway.

With the light shining in on all the boxes, it sent a knot gathering in my stomach. I couldn’t believe I’d invited him back here to see this. I should’ve gone home with him, but I just had to be in control. I chuckled to myself before closing my mouth and letting out an aggressive groan.

I had to head back into the playroom for my phone. Sam had preoccupied me so much, I hadn’t even bothered to check my phone once. The room needed a good clean too. There was a small off-white stain on the comforter from where he’d came, and the purple dildo laid there like a weapon of ass destruction, just waiting.

From my phone, I ordered coffee and breakfast to be delivered. I didn’t know what Sam’s breakfast order was, so I took a guess. A coffee with caramel syrup, something sweet. I ordered breakfast bagels and a couple of pastries. “You better like something,” I grumbled.

On the floor, inside Sam’s jean shorts, his phone vibrated. I guess we’d both been too preoccupied with each other to bother with our phones. It was actually nice to see.

I folded his shorts, phone on top of them, showing the multiple notifications from Ash. And I didn’t have a single one from Gael.

I managed to strip the bed, clean the half-full glasses of gin and tonic, and gather up all of Sam’s clothes from around the apartment. He hadn’t been wearing much at all. I kept them all together and folded on the back of the sofa.

“Those mine?” he asked in a sleepy croak from the bedroom doorway. He tucked his arms under his pits, covering part of his naked torso. “I should probably be heading home.”

The door buzzed. “No,” I told him. “Yes, they’re yours, but no, you can’t go yet. Breakfast is here.”

He grinned. “I guess I could stuck around.” He rubbed sleep from his eyes. “But I’ll be judging you.”

“Strangely enough, I don’t expect any less from you,” I said, pushing my way through boxes. That’s why they were always a mess; I made my own path through them all the time. “You want something to put on. I have a t-shirt you can wear.”

“Yeah, sure,” he called back as I reached the intercom phone to buzz the delivery in. “I’ll get one from your drawer.”

I had nothing to hide in my drawers, and I took Sam for a snooper. As I waited by the front door, Sam came through, pushing at boxes to show me the t-shirt he’d picked. “Ta-da,” he said, almost stumbling.

It was a large blue t-shirt with Arizona written on it in white. “Adorable.”

“Who lives in Arizona?”

“My mom. She probably sent that over a couple years ago, I was a little more huskier.”

Sam tried to twirl in it. “It could be a dress.”

“It could be, easy access too.”

Sam turned and pulled the basketball shorts down to show his ass off. The driver arrived at the door just in time to witness it. Sam skittered around, falling into a box as the driver handed off the coffee and food, stumbling over his words as he said “have a good day.”

It was a nice view to see Sam’s ass, but he didn’t need to show off. I closed the door, holding back laughter as Sam pulled himself out of the box, tugging his shorts up around his waist.

“That was something,” I said.

“It was for you,” he grumbled. “What did you get me?”

“Coffee and a bagel, or pastry, I didn’t know what you’d want.” I carried the paper bags through the apartment, doing my best not to trip.

By my side in the kitchen, Sam had a hand to his stomach as it rumbled. “What kind of bagel? Because I only like cream cheese on mine.”

“You’re in luck then. You don’t have any coffee quirks as well do you?”

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