Page 14 of Snowballing

“What does dating have to do with food?”

Jayden kept looking through the table towards my crotch. I wasn’t getting the hint.

“You said you weren’t pressuring me, but I’m not gonna lie. If there’s a chance I’m getting fucked by a monster dick, why would I want to eat an enormous meal a few hours before that?”

Oh. “Oh god. I never even thought about that.”

“Mm-hmm. And they say tops do all the work.” He pulled the straw out of his drink.

I ignored the dig. I really wanted to clarify this. “B-but I didn’t ask you here tonight to fuck you.”

He tilted his head, sucking a few drops from the end of the straw. “I know that’s what you said. No pressure.” He licked the tip then dropped it back into his drink. “Does that mean you don’t want to fuck me?”

Christ, he was enjoying this.

“No, of course I wanna fuck you. I mean, I don’t have to fuck you. Your body is just- I haven’t stopped thinking about…it.”

Now it was my turn to be nervous.

FOUR

GARETH

Dinner came and the flirtiness - and my boner - subsided. In its place, from my perspective, was a sincere conversation between two lonely men. One that had given up on relationships, and one that had never thought to look for one. I was the latter.

Well, it wasn’t like I had never looked, but more that when I had, no one else was looking for the same thing. Sex became easier - both in principle and in practice.

I still didn’t think this was going to turn into anything other than a great fuck, and honestly, I was fine with that. I’d chalk it up to one of the best jobs in recent memory.

I just crossed my fingers he didn’t want dessert, and hoped that we weren’t driving back to Concord to get cock-blocked by his kid again.

“So, any desire to get dess-”

“No!” I yelled loud enough that several people looked our way.

“Sorry, I forgot our earlier conversation.”

I had to think about what he meant for a second, and then I realized he still wanted to fuck. But he looked kind of embarrassed about it. I knew I was going to have to take some initiative.

“Should I call the car service, or will you be taking me…somewhere?”

He perked up a bit at my suggestion. “Somewhere. Definitely somewhere.”

No fucking way.

“You came here on a motorcycle?! You’re aware it’s December, right?”

Jordy smiled at me, and said, “It’s above forty. That’s still warm…ish. I like the cold.”

I stared at him and then at the bike for a few seconds each. We were in an underground parking garage close to Vesuvius.

“Does this mean you don’t want to come with me? Have you been on one before? I’m an excellent rider.”

He was worried I was changing my mind, and admittedly, the bike made me a little nervous.

“You can squeeze me as tight as you want when you’re holding on. I also have extra gloves and a scarf for you.”

“Wow. What a gentleman,” I said, taking the offered outerwear. “I squeeze pretty tight.”