Gavin Meets Steve

Gavin pulled his undies out of the crack in his arse with his thumb and pointer finger, leaning over on his left hip, pulling his right buttock off the bed, a bit. The relief felt great.

He yawned and stretched, both arms behind him, shoulders scrunched together. There was a good hurt all down his spine. His head spun. He stretched his neck, pulling his chin to his chest. He shivered all over.

He rotated his head from one shoulder to the other. Then one ear to one shoulder, then the other ear to the other shoulder. He opened his eyes wide and stretched again.

"Come on sleepy head," said Steve. "Unless you intend to spend the entire day in your undies?"

"No," said Gavin. He stood. His foot hurt, momentarily. "What time is it?"

He scratched his back with both his hands over his shoulders.

"It's time," said Steve. Steve stepped towards Gavin and unexpectedly kissed him on the cheek. Gavin could feel Steve's stubble brush against him. He pulled his head away. "For me to go," said Steve.

Steve pulled on his jacket. "It's 7am." Steve smiled. "Do you have to work?"

"No," said Gavin. He couldn't remember, momentarily, what it was that he had to do that morning, but he was sure it would come to him. "No, I'm on holidays. Uni holidays."

"Lucky you," said Steve. "I gotta go." Steve left the room, headed into the hallway, towards the front door.

Gavin followed him.

"Thanks for last night," said Steve.

With every step after Steve, Gavin realised he was hung-over. His head hurt. Was he still drunk?

"Yeah... yeah... it was great," said Gavin, vaguely remembering he had a good time. His father was in Cypress, then he was heading to London to see Gavin's mum. Gavin had the house to himself.

"Monday morning, huh?"

Steve laughed. "Yeah, Monday morning, buddy." Steve opened the door and smiled. He held Gavin's gaze. "I really had a good time."

"Yeah... yeah... it was great."

Gavin knew he was sounding lame, he'd never been in the situation before. He was trying to remember the night. He remembered how nervous he was. He hung out around the pool table. Steve sneaked looks at him, he realised that pretty early. He remembered how sweet Steve was, asking him to play with him when Steve won the match. Gavin was so nervous he fumbled the first few shots.

"Don't worry," said Steve. He touched Gavin's shoulder and squeezed gently. "We can take all the... time we want." Gavin touched his shoulder where Steve had touched him.

Steve smiled. "Do you remember my name?"

"Um... Steve." That came from no where."

"Have you got my number?"

Gavin fumbled in his jeans pocket, only to realised he was standing at the front door in his jocks.

"Yeah..." Gavin looked back towards his bedroom. "In my pocket... my jeans pocket."

"Well..." Steve smiled. "Use it." Steve smiled again and was gone.