Page 94 of Call Me Sir

Face to face, I gently place my lips to his plump pink ones and let my eyes flutter close. For the first time this week, the world is set right on its axis and the weight of frustration leaves me.

The car is a little crowded but he rests an arm above me and I run my hands along his sides up and down while we kiss.

I expected us to tear each other’s clothes off and fuck quick.

Something more beautiful happens.

In slow motion, our bodies grind against each other, my pants dripping with precum. I assume his pants are damp too but I’m too lost in our moment to find out.

Our lips move along each other’s jaw lines and necks before reconnecting.

It feels long and simultaneously too fast when the timer goes off.

Yet when we pull apart, I’m grateful for how we’ve spent this time together.

“Should we pick this up later tonight at my place?” He asks, wiping his face with his sleeve.

“Yes please.”

We walk back to the building drunk on each other’s love.

No one suspects anything as we enter the office together and go opposite directions.

To my surprise, the day goes by quickly and it isn’t too difficult to focus on my work.

Thirty Three

Cole

Sal making himself comfortable on my couch is a sight for sore eyes and a good gut punch reminder that throwing a fit this week was ridiculous. I gave up having him here so I could pout?

Now, instead of picking up where we left off, I’m cracking open a prebiotic soda and laying my head in Sal’s lap.

There’s a cooking show on and I think he’s pretending to pay attention while I search my phone for what I want to make for dinner tomorrow night.

Despite searching every single night, I have not found something I’m proud to make and offer them. These are millionaires I’m about to host. What the hell do you feed millionaire’s? Should I be searching for snail themed dinners? Food speckled with fake gold?

“You can change it,” I say to Sal for the hundredth time.

He shrugs and ruffles my hair.

“You can’t tell me you’re enjoying this?”

Truth be told, I don’t think Sal would know what to put on the television. Thinking about it, I can’t picture what he enjoys watching.

“Do you watch anything for fun?”

“No.”

Sounds about right.

“What do you do for fun?”

Defensively, he pokes me in the belly. “I’ll have you know, I love Tennis, and reading magazines. Sometimes I like to watch golf tournaments.”

“Oh god, snooze!”

In mock offense, he scoffs and starts tickling my stomach.

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