THE GAYER IT FEELS THE BETTER YOUR POSTURE 2

It had been a week since the… ‘business meeting’ with Anthony, and I’d realised something… we didn’t organise anything for work. My boss had gotten very angry, and told me I had another month to sort it out, or I’d get fired. So… that meant more meetings with Anthony.

This was going to go terribly.

I walked into the same bar as our last meeting, sitting at the bar and waiting for him to arrive. I decided to text Jeremy.

Jeremy Heere —

22:56 - Are you actually gonna do what you’ve gone out to do this time

Samuel Heere —

22:59 - YES, I AM.

Jeremy Heere —

23:00 - Alright but if you end up making out again and get fired don’t say I didn’t tell you so

Samuel Heere —

23:01 - Shush. Also I’ll grab fries on the way home.

Jeremy Heere —

23:01 - THANK UUUU ❤️

Eventually, Anthony arrives and I put my phone away. He sits down, taking his jacket off and placing it next to him. “Well, hello again Sam.” He smiles at me, looking me right in the eyes. “Hey. Let’s, uh, actually sort things out this time.” I chuckle and order a drink when the bartender approaches us, taking a sip when it’s delivered. “Yes, yes, let’s. Last time it got out of hand, didn’t it?” He laughed a little. “You know, if we don’t sort things out in a month I’m getting fired.” I talk a little more seriously. He takes a sip of his drink, looking at me with an empathetic look in his eyes. “Well, that is a predicament… but a month is a while. We could always take our time today.” He winks at me. “The bathroom might be free again.” I blush, but scowl at him. “We really need to sort this out soon.” I roll up my sleeves, the heat of the bar being a lot warmer than outside. He chuckles at me, leaning on the bar. “I know, I know. We could always do both.” He smirked at me, and I chuckled. “I mean… I’m not against it. As long as we do actually talk about your investment sometime tonight.” He nodded, downing the last of his drink. “Promise.” I finish mine and we walk back to the bathroom.

As soon as we go in I lock the door, taking off my jacket due to how hot it is. I begin to wonder if it's actually hot or if Anthony is the thing that's hot, but before I can dwell on it he’s wrapped his arms around me holding me in a tight embrace. I hold him back and my brain seems to stutter a little, surprised by the fact that he’s not being so blunt this time. I feel his breath on my neck as he rests his head on my shoulder close to my ear. It feels like he’s forcing himself to slow down.

After a couple of minutes I hear his breath hitch and I finally look down to see him with a guilty expression on his face. What he feels guilty for I have no idea, but if it’s this then he’s very mistaken. Eventually he looks back up at me and gazes a little into my eyes before speaking. “Last time… I went far too fast. And I’m sorry.” He mumbled, the words slurring together a little bit. Him apologising was not what I was expecting right now, so I just look down at him, a little bit of confusion in my expression. He looks like he’s expecting an answer, and I can see his brain whirring just by looking at his eyes. He genuinely feels bad about this.

I sigh and hold him a little closer in an attempt to bring him some comfort, resting my head on his, which is easy with our height difference. I can essentially feel his surprise as he holds me back. He’s so much… softer than before. “It’s okay. I promise it's okay.” I say, gently stroking his hair. I begin to think, though. Aren’t I meant to be feeling something more right now? “I liked it a lot.” I feel him unclasp his arms from around my back and take a step backwards, looking me in the eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it again. But he opens it yet again. “No, you don’t…” He pauses and seems to stutter a little and I begin to worry a little. “No. It’s alright. Thank you.” He smiles warmly at me and I smile back, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I wrap my arms around him again and he yet again holds me back, and I can feel him smiling against my neck. Though I feel his head move up near my ear, and he whispers in a much deeper voice. “I have an idea.” I feel the blush immediately on my face, recognising this as the man who flirted with me last time. I know he notices because he chuckles at me, not moving away and whispering yet again. “Why don’t you tell me about that pitch?” He says, leaning a little more on my shoulder. I glance down at him confused. “H-huh?” I chuckle nervously as I speak. “What? Isn’t that what you wanted to do tonight?” He says very softly, making me blush even more. Though speaking isn’t quite as hard as last time. I think I’m starting to get used to it a little. “I mean- okay, sure.” I look down at him again to confirm that he’s sure and he just smirks at me. I feel the heat in my face rise again.

God, that smirk is going to be the death of me.

“Well, we’re, uh, developing our 3rd branch of SQUIP, with much more advanced capabilities, including better, uh, social cue recognition.” He smiles, starting to push me backwards, towards the… wall. It's at this point I get an idea of what he’s doing, and I blush even more, if that's even possible. He laughs a little at this and whispers in my ear again. “Go on. You can do it.” He sounds like he’s barely holding back laughter as he says this, moving down again, getting closer to my neck. “W-well, they will have improved… voice modulators,” I cringe at myself. All I can think about at this moment is his voice. His really, really hot voice. “And, uh, more appearances, like Brad Pitt.” I feel him wrap both of his hands at the back of my neck, and I see him leaning closer. “Go on. I’m listening.” He chuckled and his lips grazed my neck. He was teasing me. And the worst part was that it was working.

“Right, I, uh-” I find myself unable to focus on much that isn’t him as he finally leans in and kisses my neck properly. I begin to lean a little against the wall behind me, my legs not quite feeling stable, and I hear him laugh again. “You’re a man of simple taste, aren’t you?” I manage a small chuckle and a nod before losing the ability to focus again. He has definitely noticed all of this now, because he keeps kissing me more and more intensely, probably aiming to worsen my state. I feel like a bit of an idiot, but this is also the best thing to ever happen to me, so I’m not exactly complaining. I feel his hands move to my back, rubbing it up and down slowly. I feel like I’m going to pass out.

He doesn’t try to ask about the pitch again, most likely because he knows I can barely manage coherent thought, let alone speech. He just keeps on kissing and kissing, and I’m leaning so heavily against him that he’s probably holding me up entirely by himself. There's another thing to add to why he’s hot. He’s strong as fuck. He moves his head away, looking me right in the eyes. I must look like a mess because he laughs at me with so much fondness in his eyes. “You’re too cute, Sammy.” He says through his laughter, moving his arms off of me as I steady myself.

Wait

Did he just call me…?

“...Sammy?” I question, now laughing a little myself. I see his face go bright red and he turns around. “Oh. My god. I Didn't mean to say that, oh my god…” I can just hear the embarrassment in his voice as he internally panics. Well, maybe not quite internally. “Hey, it's fine!” I laugh, because it is fine. I’m not against it. He turns back around, smiling like an idiot and laughing with me. “I can’t believe that slipped out of my mouth…! I’m going to call you that every time I see you.” I chuckle at him, grabbing my jacket and putting it back on, as the heat has faded now. I unlock the door and I can tell I’m beaming. I can also tell that everyone at this bar is going to know exactly what we were doing, but I don’t even care. I do the gentlemanly thing of letting Anthony out first and then leaving myself, gently closing the door. “Heh. You are… very good at… that.” I mumble slightly, chuckling at myself, attempting to neaten myself up a little. He laughs right back at me, wrapping an arm around my waist and walking me to the door. “Yes. I know I am.” I smile, walking out into the cold autumn air. “Humble as ever, I see.”

I begin to walk to my car, Anthony walking beside me and teasing me by calling me ‘Sammy’. If only he knew it didn’t affect me. When we get to the doors I open the driver's seat, and I briefly turn around, considering something. “Hey. You wanna… come over? To my place?” I blush instantly, regretting my words already. “If you don’t I can just give you a lift home-” He chuckles, interrupting me by putting a hand on my shoulder and leaning slightly closer to me. “Of course I would, Sammy.” He added a wink on the end for a little extra, and damn did it work. “O-okay, yeah, cool. Uh… hop in.” I cringe at myself yet again. ‘Hop in’? Really?

He sits in the passenger seat and I sit in the driver seat, closing the doors as I start the ignition on my car. I begin to leave the lot, trying my hardest to focus on the road and not the implications of this whole thing. Anthony, as usual, seems completely unbothered. Or maybe he’s just a good liar. Who knows. We stop for a red light and I glance over to him. He’s looking dreamily out of the window, his face bright red. He doesn’t seem to notice I’ve seen him. Heh. Guess he was just as into it as I was. I start driving again as the light goes green. I sigh quietly. This really was the best thing to ever happen to me.