Page 59 of Breaking Vincent
I look at him from head to toe, eyes bugging out of my head as I shamelessly check him out. The man is so god damn fine, it almost hurts looking at him.
His outfit would look so simple if anyone else were wearing it. Dark washed slim-fit jeans and a plain black t-shirt. His feet are left bare – no socks.
…And my mind instantly shoots back to memories of the club. I swear the man has given me a foot fetish.
His almost black hair is slicked back; still slightly damp from the shower. His face is kind and relaxed, his brown eyes shining pure happiness.
“Vincent?” his deep voice startles me from my eye fucking. “Are you coming in?”
I nod my head.
He steps back and lets the door open wider. I step through the gap and the smell of food hits me in the face.
“Oh, holy shit. What is that smell?” If it was possible, my stomach would have an orgasm from the aroma alone.
David snorts a laugh. “Gambas al ajillo. Old family recipe, it won’t be as perfect as my mothers, but it’s pretty damn good.”
“I trust your judgement. My Spanish is limited, so you’re going to have to tell me what that is.”
David takes my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen area. He sits me at the table and pulls a couple of plates from the oven before placing one of them down in front of me. “Gambas al ajillo is a prawn dish. Cooked with garlic, green chillies and parsley. It’s a simple dish, but really tasty.”
I look down at the full plate of food, a smaller plate sits between us piled high with crusty bread.
“Dig in,” David announces.
Doing as he says, I pick up my fork and grab a juicy looking piece of shrimp. I groan as the garlic hits my taste buds.Fuck me this is good.
David grins at my wordless praise before digging into his own dish.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, flirty gazes shared between us.
“So, Vincent, tell me more about yourself.”
I swallow my bite of food and have a sip of my water before answering, “Well you know that I work as a body piercer. I’m an only child and I’m recently discovering certain things about myself.”
“Care to share what those new discoveries are?”
I have another sip of my water, before shaking my head. “Not yet, but when I have things figured out, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
Before he can ask another question, I say, “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”
David looks in my eyes for a good few seconds before responding, “Fair enough. Uh well as you also already know, I work at a BDSM club in town. I am not an only child; I have a sister and a gorgeous niece.”
I smile back at his response. “How about a game of questions to get to know more about each other?”
David nods his head, “Sure, you first?”
“What age did you lose your virginity?” I ask. I could have gone with something simple, but I want to know all the nitty gritty things about him.
David laughs but he doesn’t seem surprised at my question. “Eighteen, how about you?”
I answer truthfully. “I was kind of an early bloomer and I knew I was gay from a young age, but I didn’t have penetrative sex until I was eighteen.”
If he's shocked by my response, he doesn’t show it. “Favourite film?”
“Labyrinth,” I shoot back without really thinking about it.
“Pans or David Bowie?” he questions.