Page 9 of Gemini
My entire was out of whack, from the morning when I went out of my comfort zone, to now seeing him again. In a city with millions of people, it shouldn’t have been that easy to bump into him again. Either the world had something to tell me, or he was stalking me, and I was not worthy of a stalker. Unless it was Penn Padgley from both Gossip Girl and Youfame.
Since my department had downsized at the law firm, the only time I went into the office was to delivery completed translations, which were then filed away by a paralegal, or whoever did that. I was there for less than five minutes, nobody even looked twice at me. I handed off the file and out I went, still clinging to the paper bag with my lunch order inside.
I lived alone in a small studio, which had become a little more complicated now that it was being used as both my home office and bedroom. I’d once read a study about how you shouldn’t sleep where you work, or work where you sleep, it can ruin your sleeping pattern. So far, I could attest to that, I was up most nights binging Suitsor The Good Wife, wondering if that’s what some law firms went through. It seemed so exciting compared to the stuff I had to translate.
Back in my studio apartment, I looked over the piece of napkin with Oscar’s number on it. It was tempting me, and taunting me almost. I didn’t want to ruin the fun we’d had this morning, but I also wanted to see if there was still a little magic there as well. He probably fucked everyone he came across, I wasn’t special, but it was almost the weekend, and I didn’t have anything special planned.
My at-home work day ended and I still hadn’t texted Oscar.
It was in the back of my mind with every document I went through, translating, line by line, until it hit five-thirty and I closed my laptop. Oscar’s number was right there on the napkin.
“Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing it, I nearly tore it in two from excitement.
—Hi. We met this morning, you gave me your number. I don’t have any plans tonight, and I was wondering if you’d like to do something. If you’re free. If you’re not free, that’s fine, just forget I messaged you.
I went over the paragraph of text, sending it off on a whim then nearly throwing my phone across the room, to my bed, which wasn’t far enough for it to do any real damage.
It buzzed several seconds later. I froze up, seeing the screen flash. He was calling me. I was not prepared for him to call me. I’d texted him for a reason,
I answered it anyway.”H—H—Hi.”
“You know, you didn’t say who it was in that text, but I’m throwing out a guess here. It’s Spence, right?”
Sinking on my bed, I groaned into the receiver. “Are you serious? Ugh.”
“I kinda realized it was you with the whole, we met this morning, and you’re the only person I met this morning,” he said. “Unless you thought that’s something I did every morning.”
“Well, do you?” I asked, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. “I wouldn’t judge you if you do, I’m just curious, that’s all.”
“How about we get some food and you can ask me those types of questions,” he said. “Or, I could come over, and we can do what we did this morning, but on bed, or against a wall, maybe even your floor.”
Instantly, I got choked up. I looked around at my shitty little studio. I couldn’t invite him here. “My place is—”
“Come to mine then,” he said. “My roommate can leave for the evening.”
“No, I live alone, so—”
“You either want to meet me or you don’t, and I was really hoping to get laid again before I’m on the next flight,” he said, a slight chuckle to his tone. “Unless that’s too forward for you, but no more forward than you this morning.”
He was so right, and I desperately wanted him to fuck me again. I wiggled around on my back, kicking my legs up, near giddy in excitement by his words. I never had much planned, ever. I was considered pretty boring by all standards. I didn’t go out and drink, and I didn’t ever have the courage to visit one of the clubs that happened ed underground, the ones where you go in all masked and stay for mindless fun. I only knew about those from friends—but I could’ve been wrong, they might not have been actually underground.
“I’ll take it as a yes. Get ready and come over. I’ll send my address.”
I didn’t know how to tell him I wanted to see what else he had to offer. I felt him hold back a little this morning. There was something to him that had my kink flags up, the type of flags that were usually reserved for porn categories I’d searched for online.
Fuck. It was really happening, and all it had taken was a single text message. I didn’t realize hooking up was that easy. Although I’d never tried it before, hooking up after knowing someone for less than a day wasn’t something I did, but that had swiftly changed.
Applying lotions and creams to my body, I picked out a cute jock, the straps hugging my ass, framing it and giving me a little more shape. I hadn’t eaten much, except for the lunch that afternoon, but that was probably for the best. I’d taken all my supplements, especially the fiber. It had been so long since I’d done anything casual, I was nervous to be doing it again.
From Oscar’s address, he wasn’t too far in the opposite direction of the gym, which explained why he was there so early this morning. And it was in walking distance, but if I walked, I’d become a sweaty mess before I even got there. So I took a cab with a small overnight bag, not to be too presumptuous.
I got to his apartment and he met me outside the elevator. He smelled delicious, aftershave cologne like he was trying to intoxicate me from it. He was dressed in a shirt, tightly fit with the top buttons undone to show off his large chest muscles and sprouting hair. I was ready to bend over and let him take me in public again. Compared to him, I was underdressed in a T-shirt, checked shirt that was very casual, and a pair of black ripped jeans.
“I was thinking, we go upstairs, I show you around, you tell who you need to tell where you are, maybe you tell them first, and then we see what exciting things we can do together,” he said.
I caught myself biting my lip a little harder than I should. Oscar placed a hand on my shoulders, then down my arm. He stroked it. “Yeah,” I let out, nodding my head in case I wasn’t clear. “I don’t have really anyone I tell this stuff to.”
“I could be anyone, you could be anywhere,” Oscar said. “It’s not safe.”