The Gay Man's Matchmaker

And Lauren did keep Tommy busy, too. Just like she promised. When he left for her apartment later that night, only I knew the surprise he was in for. I also knew he wouldn’t be home, so I invited Joey over for dinner. I was nervous because … well, this was the first time I was having a guy over for a date, and not just a quick fuck and a toss out the door. I very rarely let them stay long enough to meet Tommy in the morning. Geez, I have enough to worry about without him actually being able to identify them in public.

I looked around the apartment with a critical eye, trying to see if anything was out of place. So far, so good. The salad was dressed and the chicken was resting on the counter before I could serve it. Thank God for the damned Food Network, or I never could have pulled this off.

The doorbell rang and I jumped to attention with a gasp. He’s early, I noted. Maybe five minutes doesn’t mean anything to you, but I could have used it to calm the hell down. Smoothing a hand over my hair and tightening the ponytail, I went over and opened the door.

Holy shit!

Joey stood there in a black button-down shirt and black slacks. The dark outfit set off his golden hair perfectly! He’d left it down as usual and it fell to his shoulders in sexy waves. His ice-blue eyes were trained on my face and I quickly stepped back to let him in.

“You look nice,” he said huskily after I closed the door behind him.

“Th-thanks,” I smiled. Stuttering? Oh, holy fuck! This is just great! “S-so do you.”

He grinned and offered the bottle of wine he was holding. It was a nicely chilled pinot grigio, just the thing for roasted chicken breasts in dill sauce. Such the gourmet, aren’t I? Actually, it was the Barefoot Contessa’s recipe, but I’m not owning up to that. I took the bottle into the kitchen and opened it, letting it breathe for a bit. I turned back around to ask Joey what I could get him to drink in the meantime … and came face to … well … chest with him.

“I’ve been looking forward to tonight all day,” he whispered, leaning down and capturing my lips before I could say anything.

And damn can he kiss, too! I got that whole clichéd toe-curling sensation and everything. I didn’t pull back or try to stop him either. I just let him kiss me senseless. When he finally pulled away, I looked into smoky ice-blue eyes this time and realized that he was as affected by this as I was, and suddenly I felt a hell of a lot more sure of things.

“Dinner’s ready,” I whispered.

“But I’m hungry for more than food.”

“Well, you need your strength then,” I smirked.

Joey’s eyes widened then he smiled seductively. “That, I do.”

By this time the wine was ready, so I poured us both a glass and directed him to the table to sit own. Then I went into the kitchen and made us both a plate of the chicken, adding the rice pilaf and steamed green bean sides. We ate by candlelight – I know mood-setting, people. I’m a photographer! – making small talk. When I’d cleared the dinner plates and offered him dessert, though, he told me I was the dessert and proceeded to pull me onto the couch with him. It wasn’t difficult for him as I complied immediately. Hell, ever since he approached me at the bar he’s all I’ve been thinking about. I wanted him as much as he wanted me!

When kissing stopped being enough for us, he slowly unbuttoned my blue shirt and slipped it off my shoulders. I mewled and whimpered as he pressed his body close to mine and began to nip at my neck and throat. Stop making faces at me! I’ve topped and bottomed and I like them both, so if he wants to lead off the first time, it’s not a problem for me!

My hands began moving on their own and before I knew it my bare chest was pressed into Joey’s … and it felt so fucking good! I could feel his heartbeat it was thumping that hard. Am I affecting him this much? I moved my head to look down at him as he pulled back and began laving my nipple. I guess I was, because he was as lost in the moment as I was. Gulping in air I threw my head back and moaned loudly. This guy knew how to turn me on, that much I could comprehend. But my thinking processes slowly shut down and my body went on autopilot.

“I … have … wanted … you … forever,” he said through gritted teeth.

I could only nod and gasp at that point, I swear he’s that good at foreplay. All I wanted for him to do was throw me over his shoulder, Tarzan-style. And I think he actually contemplated it as he sat back on his haunches and looked down at me.

“I want our first time to be in a bed,” he finally whispered. “I want to make sure you have no regrets afterwards.”

“I have a bed,” I blurted out.

He gave a long appraising look, so sexy my insides liquefied, before he replied. “You’re sure you want me?” he asked firmly. “Because I don’t want to even imagine you turning over in bed tomorrow morning and deciding you changed your mind.” He sighed loudly. “I need to know you want to try having a relationship with me, Kee. That’s the whole reason I came here. For that. For us.”

A lot of thoughts swarmed my mind when he said that. A relationship? I wasn’t sure he’d really want one of those with me. Honestly, before tonight it had sounded to me like he wanted to fuck like rabbits and get me out of his system, which actually was my own intention ... a few blissful weeks of fucking and then we’d get on with our lives. No guy this hot would be interested in me for the long haul. But this one says he is. And … I … want … him. I want to be with him very, very badly. If he thought we should try this, who was I to deny it? So, very slowly, I nodded my head.

“You mean it?” he implored. I swear to God, no one’s ever pleaded with me like that. “You really will have a relationship with me?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “We’re both single, and I can’t even think about anyone else since you showed up. Why bother fighting fate?”

“Why indeed,” he grinned and leaned back in to slide his tongue into my mouth, effectively claiming it for himself.

I let him pull me off of the couch and lead me into my bedroom. At first he went towards Tommy’s room. But as amusing as I found the idea of screwing a guy in that idiot’s bed and letting him find the mess afterwards, I felt the serious implications of what we were about to do – namely consummate a real relationship for the very first time in my life – and steered him to my own room.

It was done in muted tans and browns. I liked the softness combined with the evident masculinity. Tommy’s room looked like a college dorm, so mine was a tranquil alternative. Joey looked around the room and smiled before he pulled back the comforter on the bed and laid me down on the mattress. He carefully unzipped my pants and pulled them off, leaving me in my boxers. Then he stood up and stared down at me, with heat and passion lighting his face up. This guy oozed sexuality, and it made me feel … so fucking good!

He slowly undid the fasteners on his own pants and let them drop to the ground. My gaze was transfixed on the bulge in his black briefs. It protruded proudly and I could see what he intended without words. I could feel the blood rush to my own shaft, making it throb in anticipation. At last, he climbed on top of me and kissed me senseless. And I let him, dying for him to make love to me already. This wasn’t going to be like the casual fucks I usually had. This was definitely going to be more than sex.

“Relax,” he smiled against my mouth. “We have all night.”

“Mm hmm,” I murmured absently.

“And, Kee?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to make love to you … all … night … long,” he whispered. “When we’re done, it’ll be light outside.” Then he looked down into my eyes with that serious look that had stolen my breath at the restaurant. “And you’ll know that I was right to come back here. That we belong … together.”

After that, he kissed me again … and I let him make good on that promise.