May. 9th, 2022 12:48 pm
Show me what you love
So yesterday I finally got something I've been trying to make happen for months: I got to just hang out with BB at his place after a vigourous fuck session. Of course, the fucking involved a completely different person, but nothing ever turns out exactly as you want it, does it?
The lucky devil was that guy from 2Bears, who I don't have a better nickname for because he's, to be frank, kind of boring. Nice enough guy, but if he really turned my crank, I would have tried harder to get him on the schedule. I was worried, though, that we were getting to the point where if I put him off much more he'd think I wasn't interested at all.
I might have suggested last Friday but Hump Day pulled rank and came over instead. He wanted to do a light BDSM scene so I told him to wear clothes I could rip off him. He surprised me by showing up in a slightly shabby Mika concert t-shirt and I actually had to be prompted to tear it because something about ripping Mika's face in half just didn't sit well with me. (As part of the aftercare, we apologised to him by watching![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
txcrewcut's lipsync video of "Lollipop".) Fortunately, he'd provided me with a loose script which I was able to more-or-less follow to both of our's satisfaction so yay.
Anyway, Sunday I woke up a bit hungover from Pre-Bear Night Cocktails. Figuring that I wasn't going to be productive anyway, I texted your man and told him to expect me around 3:30. Awkwardly, that's right around the time Mom decided to return my Mother's Day call so I was standing outside his apartment for about ten minutes chatting with her while he waited patiently (and nakedly) inside.
We fucked for about an hour and then, after a nice long cuddle, I realised I was ravenous. He wasn't hungry though, so I got in touch with BB, who had just left his place to take his dog for a walk. We agreed to find a dog-friendly place in the area for dinner. "Start walking my way and I'll start walking your way", he told me. We met near the El stop and chatted about possibilities until he convinced me to try his local fave Mexican, XOchimilco.
It was an absolute delight. The staff (despite the stylised name and such, it's a family-run place) could not have been nicer. Although it was a bit nippy, we sat ourselves on the patio and shared some queso and good conversation. Afterwards, I walked him back to his place and--without any discussion--he simply opened the door and let me follow him in.
Fortunately, this time I knew exactly what was and wasn't freely on offer, so I tossed myself on the couch and let him put on a Bollywood movie (turgid family drama Khabi Khushi Khabie Gham) while I snuggled the dog. He pointed out two envelopes of baby pictures his parents had mailed him and I started shuffling through them while he kept up a running commentary of celebrity gossip around the all-star cast.
It was, in a word, lovely. Back when I'd known him less than two weeks, I'd tried to convince him to let me just come over and hang out if he didn't feel like fucking. I tried again in December, when our plans to go to the movies got erased by Omicron, and he used the excuse that it was a Sunday evening and he was too anxious about work. And here it was, another Sunday evening, and he was in no hurry to send me home.
Afterwards, he thanked me for getting him to go to dinner and helping him "get outside my comfort zone" a little. Sometimes, in some ways, I still feel breadcrumbed by him. But for the most part, I recognise that he's a very different person starting from a very different place and these are genuine efforts to meet me in the middle--a pretty decent middle, all things considered.
The lucky devil was that guy from 2Bears, who I don't have a better nickname for because he's, to be frank, kind of boring. Nice enough guy, but if he really turned my crank, I would have tried harder to get him on the schedule. I was worried, though, that we were getting to the point where if I put him off much more he'd think I wasn't interested at all.
I might have suggested last Friday but Hump Day pulled rank and came over instead. He wanted to do a light BDSM scene so I told him to wear clothes I could rip off him. He surprised me by showing up in a slightly shabby Mika concert t-shirt and I actually had to be prompted to tear it because something about ripping Mika's face in half just didn't sit well with me. (As part of the aftercare, we apologised to him by watching
txcrewcut's lipsync video of "Lollipop".) Fortunately, he'd provided me with a loose script which I was able to more-or-less follow to both of our's satisfaction so yay.Anyway, Sunday I woke up a bit hungover from Pre-Bear Night Cocktails. Figuring that I wasn't going to be productive anyway, I texted your man and told him to expect me around 3:30. Awkwardly, that's right around the time Mom decided to return my Mother's Day call so I was standing outside his apartment for about ten minutes chatting with her while he waited patiently (and nakedly) inside.
We fucked for about an hour and then, after a nice long cuddle, I realised I was ravenous. He wasn't hungry though, so I got in touch with BB, who had just left his place to take his dog for a walk. We agreed to find a dog-friendly place in the area for dinner. "Start walking my way and I'll start walking your way", he told me. We met near the El stop and chatted about possibilities until he convinced me to try his local fave Mexican, XOchimilco.
It was an absolute delight. The staff (despite the stylised name and such, it's a family-run place) could not have been nicer. Although it was a bit nippy, we sat ourselves on the patio and shared some queso and good conversation. Afterwards, I walked him back to his place and--without any discussion--he simply opened the door and let me follow him in.
Fortunately, this time I knew exactly what was and wasn't freely on offer, so I tossed myself on the couch and let him put on a Bollywood movie (turgid family drama Khabi Khushi Khabie Gham) while I snuggled the dog. He pointed out two envelopes of baby pictures his parents had mailed him and I started shuffling through them while he kept up a running commentary of celebrity gossip around the all-star cast.
It was, in a word, lovely. Back when I'd known him less than two weeks, I'd tried to convince him to let me just come over and hang out if he didn't feel like fucking. I tried again in December, when our plans to go to the movies got erased by Omicron, and he used the excuse that it was a Sunday evening and he was too anxious about work. And here it was, another Sunday evening, and he was in no hurry to send me home.
Afterwards, he thanked me for getting him to go to dinner and helping him "get outside my comfort zone" a little. Sometimes, in some ways, I still feel breadcrumbed by him. But for the most part, I recognise that he's a very different person starting from a very different place and these are genuine efforts to meet me in the middle--a pretty decent middle, all things considered.