Chapter 3
Chapter Three
“You want to stay for supper?” Darcy asked at some point after they’d laid there together, basking in the fact that they’d shared not just one orgasm, but two.
Life felt pretty good right now, and he really didn’t want Charma to go.
He sort of wanted this little bubble they were in to last forever.
Tomorrow would come soon enough, and he had to go shopping and stuff, so he wanted to make the most of today.
Charma didn’t even hesitate to answer. “I would love to.”
Darcy thought back to his empty fridge. He supposed they could go shopping, but he didn’t want to share Charma with anyone else just yet. Plus, how fair would it be to ask Charma to go out in public looking like an orphan wearing two sizes too big hand-me-downs?
“We can order something.”
“Are you sure?” Charma asked.
Darcy nodded. “Yep, I’m sure.” He’d gotten paid Thursday, and while he still had to go grocery shopping, obviously, he had enough to swing dinner tonight without breaking into his meager savings, as long as they didn’t order anything pricy.
“You like Thai food?” The Thai place down the road was pretty cheap, and their portion sizes were large so there would be leftovers to have for lunch tomorrow, and given his empty fridge, that was a good thing even if he was buying groceries tomorrow.
“I do. I like spicy.”
“I’m not a huge spicy fan, but I do love their spring rolls and their pad thai.”
“Sounds great. Only if you let me pay half.”
Darcy nodded. “That’d be great.”
“I’d offer to pay for the whole thing, given you provided lunch, but…” Charma shrugged. “You know.”
Darcy nodded; he did know. From what he’d gathered, Charma was living pretty close to the bone since leaving his family compound, whatever that entailed.
It made him think about his idea of getting a roommate who was willing to live dorm-room style, only he and Charma wouldn’t need to squeeze two beds into the bedroom.
It was too soon to ask Charma to move in, though, right?
Right. They hadn’t even known each other a day.
What if things went sour next week? That would be super awkward if they were living together.
And while he had a hunch that things were not going to go sour, his brain insisted he wait until they’d known each other for longer.
“Is it already time for supper?” Charma asked.
Darcy shrugged. “I haven’t the foggiest.”
That had Charma laughing again, and Darcy thought he could fall in love with that tinkling sound. And there he went, jumping in again, his brain telling him to pull back. He told his brain to fuck off. He was going with his gut on this one and letting himself really enjoy Charma.
He looked over to his little alarm clock. “It’s just after four. So it’s a little early for supper.” Plus they’d eaten really well at lunch and he wasn’t the least bit hungry yet. “Unless you’re hungry,” he added as it occurred to him that maybe Charma was hungry.
“Nah, I’m good. Lasagna is a good solid meal.”
“Yeah, but we put in a lot of exercise after eating,” he dared to tease.
Charma’s eyes lit up and his smile widened. “We so did.”
Darcy lost himself in that gaze for a moment.
He wanted to ask if Charma wanted to make out some more, but he also wanted to get to know him better, and not just between the sheets.
They could have more orgasms after supper and then fall asleep together because he was so planning on asking Charma to spend the night.
“You like gaming?” he finally asked when noise from outside brought him out of his staring session.
“Depends on what you mean by gaming.”
“Well, I do play D he didn’t want to just roll over Charma every round—that was no fun. For either of them.
“Unless this is where you tell me you’re not actually left-handed?”
“Huh? No, I’m right-handed. Always have been.”
“It was supposed to be a joke, but I think the fact that we drive with two hands probably spoils it anyway.”
Darcy continued to be confused for a moment, and it hit him. “Oh! Damn, I know that reference. It just took me a minute.”
Charma grinned at him and said, “Hello, my name—"
“—is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die,” Darcy finished with Charma.
They laughed and high-fived.
“I haven’t seen that movie in ages,” Darcy noted. It was his only defense for not getting the not left-handed reference in the first place.
“Inconceivable!” Charma said.
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means,” Darcy countered.
Charma grinned. “It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead.”
Darcy nodded and added, “Mostly dead is slightly alive.”
“I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?”
"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."
“We should totally watch the movie,” Charma suggested.
“As you wish.”
“Oh, good one!”
“How about when we’re ready for supper?” Darcy was enjoying playing Mario Carts.
“That sounds great. After all, now that I’ve got the game, I need to beat you a few more times.”
“Oh, it’s on.” Darcy queued up the next race.
Charma had no idea how long they raced each other, but it was almost dark by the time they came up for breath.
He needed a pee break, and he was gagging for more water.
“I think I’m done,” he noted as he came in second and Darcy hit third.
They’d been beating on each other badly enough with the extras that one of the computer players had sailed by him at the last second to move them both down the leaderboard.
“Yeah.” Darcy blinked as he looked around. “Wow, it’s dark already.” He got up and turned on a floor lamp in the corner of the room, which lit the place up nicely. “The overhead feels like you’re being interrogated.”
Charma laughed as he stood and stretched. “You know you could probably buy a lower wattage bulb.”
“Don’t baffle me with your logic.”
That got more laughter out of him, which increased his need to pee like tenfold.
“I’ll be right back.” He took off down the hall and did his business, sighing with relief as his bladder emptied.
Gaming really did suck you in and make you unaware of anything around you—including the passage of time and the needs of the bladder.
Darcy was waiting at the door when he opened it. “Sorry, I gotta go too.”