Page 30 of Beau Pair
Gordon
Beau comes home late in the afternoon, and for the first time in forever, I’m actually enjoying a movie instead of work—The Old Guardon Netflix because I’m a sucker for an action flick as much as I am for romance, and this semester is already kicking my ass and it’s barely even started. Kicking my ass in more ways than one.
Like the fact that I’ve taken on more classes than humanly possible, as usual. And even though I’ve stepped away from a couple of my companies that no longer need my help, it still doesn’t make my workload any easier.
Let’s not even go over my house situation.
Or the fact that the salty kiss I gave Beau still lingers on my lips, still haunts my brain and still revives my cock.
And that image of him in my utility room? I’ve probably worn myself out with the number of times I’ve rubbed one out with his image. In my bedroom at night. In the shower. In my office.
I need to do something about it. I still haven’t downloaded Cinderfella on my phone again. After what happened on Wednesday, I couldn’t bring myself to leave my room in fear of sporting a boner in front of Beau and of what I would say to him even if I didn’t.
I told him it didn’t happen. To forget it ever happened. But that’s a fucking lie and a mistake because itdidhappen and it’sallI can think about.
“Hey… Gordon,” he says when he walks in, covered from head to toe in shopping bags.
“Oh. Hi, Beau,” I tell him, and pause the film.
“I’m sorry. I’m interrupting,” he says, and looks at the TV instead of me.
“You’re not. I’m just watching a movie,” I reply.
I’m glad he’s finally conversing with me, and there’s a flutter in my stomach as if I can sense he wants to tell me something, and something nice at that. But I don’t let that feeling take over because, for all I know, he wants to tell me he’s moving out.
“It’s a good movie. I watched it the other day,” he says, still staring at the TV.
“Want… umm… to watch it with me?” I ask. Which is a mistake. Why would I want him near me any more than necessary? So I can lose control and fuck this whole thing up?
“Ah,” he drawls, and looks at me. Finally. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”
Uh-oh. He wants to ask me what sort of notice I need. Or if he can just pack up and leave now before Elsie comes back tomorrow. Or he wants to ask me why I kissed him three days ago and I can’t stop thinking of him.
Not that he’d know the last part.
“S-Sure. What is it?”
“I, well, I wanted to… I know you said to forget about it, but I-uhm-I’m really embarrassed, and I want to make it up to you,” he says, and my heart starts to beat faster.
“Okay,” I manage to say despite my body going haywire.
“I bought some great fabrics, so with your… permission, I’d like to measure you and make you a nice suit. You can pick the colors too,” he says.
Of all the things I expect him to say, I don’t expect him to say that. I know he’s offered before, but I didn’t think he meant it.
“Oh, no, it’s okay,” I start, and his face drops. I don’t like the sadness on his face or that I am the cause of it. “You don’t need to go into all that trouble.”
“It’s no trouble. At all. It’s what I love doing, anyway. And I’ll only work on it when I’m off duty,” he says, and I smile.
“If you’re sure. And don’t worry about the off-duty thing. I don’t expect you to follow Elsie around and do nothing all day. What-what do I need to do?”
Beau looks at me as I stand up, and something happens because he opens his eyes wide and his cheeks go red.
“Everything okay?”
“Ah… yes. I just realized you… uh… need to be in your underwear for the measurements. Which I guess doesn’t help my case. I can tell you what needs measuring and give you my tape? I can stand outside the door and write down the numbers?”
Of course he needs my measurements. And why wouldn’t I need to be naked for it? Which is a problem. Not for him. But for me. Because I already can’t control how my body reacts to him when I’m dressed. I can’t imagine how it will react when I’malmostnaked. Or if I’m honest, I can imagine it pretty well, and that’s what’s terrifying.
