Page 79 of Love Me Like It's Real
Felix:
Just cause. Yesterday was fun so you get a little reward.
His message is followed by another picture. It’s a nude taken from between his legs so his cock is still in focus but I can also see the rest of his body and face.
Felix:
See you soon.
I take a deep breath and look down at my crotch where my cock is pulsing, begging to be touched.
“Patience, my little friend. Patience,” I say and give myself twenty minutes to tackle my emails before I have to get ready.
I have a date with the hottest man in town and my entire body heats up at the mere promise of it.
Fake date.
A fake date that will hopefully lead to a hookup.
“God!” I groan and look up at the ceiling as if it has any ability to ease the ache in my pants I’m trying hard to ignore.
It’s only been a day and some change since I’ve been inside him and yet that’s all I’m craving and his nudes aren’t helping.
So of course I manage to get no work done in those twenty minutes. I go through the motions and when my timer goes off I jump into the shower, ignore my raging boner and get dressed.
Fifteen minutes later I arrive at the town square and park up next to Felix’s car. I can feel his gaze on me before I even get out of the car. He’s an absolute snack from the way he leans against his vehicle with both hands by his sides, to the smirk on his face as if he knows what he’s put me through this morning. All I want to do when I go up to him is pin him against the car and take him right there and then.
But since I’m not in the habit of getting arrested for public indecency, I make do with kissing him on the lips.
“Good morning to you too,” he answers when I pull back and there’s a very distinct red tint to his cheeks that gets me excited all over.
“You’re such a tease,” I tell him and glance around to make sure there are no prying ears.
Felix raises both eyebrows, drops his mouth and acts all innocent when he says: “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Come on. Let’s go or we’re going to be late.” I start walking away only so I can give my body some breathing room from him and the effect he has on me.
Of course, retreating into a dark room and sitting right next to each other for hours on end is probably not going to help with my not-so-little, hard problem but as the club leader I need to be there to welcome fellow club members and newcomers.
“Why is the concession stand closed?” Felix asks as soon as we enter the deserted Playhouse.
I shrug and lead him toward the auditorium and point at my bag. “Grace and Elena, the owners, allow me to do the marathon but they won’t staff the theater because they think it’s a waste of money. And that’s why attendees are encouraged to bring snacks.”
Felix pauses and stares at me. “Wow, everyone truly loves you in this town,” he says.
“I know. I’m such a lucky bastard.” I laugh. Because you know what they say. If you can’t beat them, join them.
The auditorium is empty, but it’s still early and the lights aren’t even out yet so we’ve still got time.
We take a seat smack-dab in the middle of the theater and I open my bag full of goodies to show Felix.
“We’ve got popcorn, of course, both salted and sweet, I’ve got M&Ms, candy and water. I can run across the street if you want any soda, or milkshake.”
Felix looks at me barely able to contain his laugh.
I huff. “What?”
“Nothing.” He smiles.
