13. Bobby #2
Gabriel opened the door and then stopped, looking at Bobby.
Given how he’d rearranged the duvet, it was now by his waist, so his upper body was on display.
Was Gabriel checking him out? And why was that making his dick throb even more?
He was probably just thinking about the porn he’d watched.
He might have been wanking more recently, but he hadn’t gotten laid in months.
That’s why he was getting hard all the time. It was the only reasonable explanation.
“Did you want some breakfast, or are you going to the gym?” asked Gabriel.
“Not going to the gym today. Gonna have a lazy day.”
“Do you want me to make myself scarce?”
Bobby was surprised. “Why would I want you to do that? This is your home.”
“It’s your home as well, Bobby.”
His heart thumped harder at him saying that. How could he be so sweet and make it seem effortless? Bobby didn’t want to do anything today, but he also didn’t want to be on his own. Was that selfish of him? He asked Gabriel.
“Of course not. I’ll make breakfast, and we can see how the day goes. If you want to stay in here by yourself, I’ll just keep bringing you food.”
“Has anyone told you that you’re the perfect husband?”
Gabriel laughed before leaving. Bobby needed to pull his finger out of his arse and cook something one night.
Gabriel had done all the cooking so far, which he seemed to like, and Bobby wouldn’t complain about the amazing food, which was always a high-protein and well-balanced meal.
It explained why he was so shredded. Some guy was going to be very lucky one day to be the husband he deserved, not a drunken mistake in Vegas.
It was probably good that Gabriel wasn’t with anyone right now, or the guy might be put out about his boyfriend being married to someone else.
They’d been making “husband” jokes all week, and it had been good to have a laugh.
On Wednesday night, Bobby had returned to rugby practice and had it confirmed that his other “friends” had known about Dillon as well.
There was no sign of his former best friend.
Bobby hadn’t stayed for practice, and let the coach know he wouldn’t be back.
He’d tried to persuade Bobby, as he was an excellent player, but when he’d explained the situation, the coach had understood and suggested some other clubs he might want to join.
Bobby wasn’t sure. He’d loved being part of a team, but it felt tainted now.
Now he knew Gabriel was going to be around all day, Bobby got out of bed.
His cock had softened. He went into the bathroom for a piss and to brush his teeth, and then he was going to shower, but he couldn’t stop thinking about whether Gabriel had been checking him out earlier.
It had made him feel good, so he walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers.
Gabriel was beating some eggs, and his eyes widened.
There was no mistaking where Gabriel had looked, and Bobby couldn’t help but preen a little.
“Is the coffee still hot?” asked Bobby, aiming to act cool and not be too obvious about what he was doing.
“Yeah . . . it’s hot . . . I mean the coffee . . . the coffee is still hot.”
Bobby struggled to keep a straight face as he made his coffee.
It was funny seeing Gabriel all flustered when he was usually so put-together and confident.
It was only a bit of harmless flirting, but it would be more fun if Gabriel flirted back.
Maybe he thought Bobby would be uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t have a problem with it.
Once he was caffeinated, he went to take a shower.
He was tempted to go back into the kitchen in just a towel, but he got dressed instead.
Some sweatpants and a T-shirt would do the job.
He put on some underwear, given his propensity for random hard-ons recently.
A bit of flirting was one thing, but he didn’t want to be giving Gabriel the wrong idea.
His random boners were down to him not having sex for close to six months. Fuck! Had it really been that long?
Gabriel had set the table for them to eat, and he’d made scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and protein bagels.
There was fresh coffee as well. As always, everything was delicious, and they chatted about random crap, as they often did.
They’d both discovered they had a shared love of Christmas films, so had been enjoying some of their joint favourites and introducing each other to new ones.
They’d watched a film almost every night this week, which gave Bobby an idea.
“How about having a Santa Clause trilogy day? If we start early, we can get through the TV series as well.”
“If that’s what you want to do today, then that’s what we’ll do.”
“And no going out for anything. We can order goodies to be delivered. Fuck healthy eating today – well, apart from your delicious breakfast.”
“We’ll do whatever you want, Bobby.”
“I want you to enjoy it as well.”
“Watching classic Christmas films and eating crap is probably what I would have done for Valentine’s Day anyway, and now I have you for company.”
Bobby felt himself flush. He wasn’t sure if Gabriel was flirting back with him or just being his usual lovely self. Either way, he liked how it made him feel.
It was ten o’clock at night, and Gabriel was asleep on Bobby’s lap.
Well, his head was lying there. They’d barely moved all day.
Gabriel had made them ham and cheese toasties for lunch, but they’d ordered pizza for dinner, with tubs of ice cream, of course.
Bobby was definitely carrying a food baby, but he’d be able to get rid of it in the gym next week.
It was worth burning the extra calories to have this time with Gabriel.
Bobby had never had someone he could be this relaxed with before, and who had the same love of Christmas films. Even his gay brothers took the piss out of him for it.
Gabriel was snoring gently, and Bobby couldn’t help running his hand through his hair.
He had a buzz cut, so there wasn’t much to run his fingers through, but he liked the way it felt.
Gabriel gave a contented sigh in his sleep, which came out more like a moan.
The sound made Bobby’s dick harden. He had to stay perfectly still.
If he moved, it might wake Gabriel up, or worse, he’d poke the man in the face with his cock.
That would be difficult to explain. Why was he getting hard with a man asleep on his lap?
It had to be because someone was right by his dick and not specific to Gabriel.
But looking at Gabriel, he wasn’t sure it was that simple anymore.