I am gonna have to tell Matty….
I spent my day off feeling rather pensive.
I had acted selfishly towards Matty. I had to grow a pair and tell him exactly what happened and why and face the consequences.
I sent him the usual messages as I always do. I had to tell him this to his face.
I invited Rachel round for dinner.
I popped to Waitrose to buy a few bits and forced myself to go to the gym. My heart wasn’t in it as always.
I prepared a Lansange for us with shop-bought garlic ciabatta.
Sevon soon came, and we had a few glasses of white with her.
I had promised Dylan I would not tell a soul, so I kept my promise.
I poured us both a glass of white and set the table out like a romantic dinner for two.
“Hi Rachel, thanks fr coming. Here is your wine babe”
Wow, table looks nice, candles too, what type of occasion”
“Just homemade cooked food for my bestie bitch, that’s all”
We both laughed and clinked our wine glasses.
We sat down on the sofa and chatted
“So how was New York”
“Hardly saw any of it really. Just back-to-back business meetings”
“Oh, no sightseeing then?”
“No, sadly nothing.”
“To be honest, I hope to go again one day with Matty and have a proper holiday, See Alcatraz and Some Art, maybe take in a few clubs”.
“Anyway, you still seeing someone?”
“Yes, 4th date now, he’s cute,”
“Name, Age Shoe Size haha” I asked
“Mitch, 33, Builder, divorced, two kids and hates nosey gay mates”
“Oh very funny”
“She laughed and raised her empty glass and said, “And amazing in the bedroom”
We both laughed, and she ran round the sofa about 5 times shouting “YES YES YES”
By the end of Dylan I felt as though I knew him and was almost as full of hope for my bestie’s new relationship as she was.
I walked her home and once home poured myself another large glass of white and watched an episode of “Below Deck”.
I felt worried more than ever that I was going to lose this man and hurt him because of my selfish actions.
So some shit TV should take my mind off it. It was helped by another full of white!
I texted Matty goodnight with a kiss and went to bed.
Friday came round soon and we both agreed I would meet Matty at his as more work had been done.
I got home, threw some clothes in a bag, toothbrush and essential grooming products a gay man would use these days!
When I arrived, he was taking a delivery of a new TV, a huge one!
“Hi Jake”
“Hey Matty.” We both hugged and kissed. The two Curry’s delivery guys didn’t know where to look.
I followed Matty into the house and was amazed by the progress that had been made.
We spent the evening eating, choosing colours from Farrow and Ball, choosing floor tiles for the kitchen and stuffing our faces with Pizza and wine.
I started to get a little squiffy when I said I needed to tell him about something that happened on the business trip.
“Matty, I have fallen for you, but you must understand, I had no idea this would have led to this”
I explained the order of events and the cocaine and Martinis
The blindfold
He was pensive but did not erupt.
“What did Pete and Ivan look like?”
“Are they straight?” Yes, both married
“Dylan married too?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Did you feel bullied or coerced into doing this?”
“No, not at all.”
“And you say you got paid $50,000 for the cock sucking and sock worship?”
“Yes, Matty,” I replied and looked away.
“I’m gonna go into the garden for 5 minutes and think about this’
“Okay,” I replied.
I poured myself a huge glass of wine and sat down next to my bag, ready for my marching orders.
It seemed like more than five minutes. I looked out of the window, and he was toking on a small joint.
I looked around the room feeling sad I would not get to see it finished and not be a part of it.
Matty came back in and sat down next to me and threw my bag on the floor.
He held my head and looked at me straight in the eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“No. I am sad that I have been so selfish and not thought of your feelings. I have risked what I have. Something that I deeply care about”
“Well, you could look at it many ways, and this is how I interpret the trip.”
“You didn’t know this was going to happen, the oral sex or the coke?”
“No”
You didn’t have unprotected anal sex
“No.” “Good, as your arse is mine”.
“You were paid $50,000 to help seal the deal and provide entertainment, which was a fantasy of fantasies that turned you on, and I’m hard thinking about it. Is that so wrong?”
“Yes, no, yes, I am confused, Matty”.
“Then all fine, you’ve been honest and told me the earliest you could. It was a work thing. If you're getting paid that kinda money id say good on you.
Can I add, I am kinda jealous but really turned on that my fella is so fucking sexy that this happened to him.
Shut up
I am being serious. We’re staying at yours tomorrow, and you can wear your suit for me?
“Of course”.
Matty put his arm around me and kissed me one of those special kisses that is not just lust or sex.
A kiss that ignited all my senses and put me at ease that he was fine. We were fine.
I poured two more glasses of wine and snuggled up to him.
“Thank you, Matty”
“Shut up.” I smiled.
“Anyway, I have some very tired, socked feet that need a rub and worship, Jake”
I got straight to it, on my knees. “I will never grow bored of this”
As the months went on, our relationship grew stronger.
The sex got kinkier and hotter.
We decorated the house together at weekends, and Matty sold it with a healthy profit, looking around for his next project.
We went on a two-week cruise (my treat) around the Med, scuba diving and watersports (not that kind).
We currently live together in my two-bedroom apartment.
Matty decided to concentrate on renovating properties and selling them, and jacked in shop fitting.
I have grown into my position and, since helping with the deal, gained respect from Angela and the other senior management team. I have implemented various projects at the bank that are doing well.
We often have dinner with Rachel and her partner Mitch, also with Dylan and his wife.
Rachel and her fella continue to take things at a sensible pace, but she has met the ex-wife, and they have the two kids every third weekend. The two girls have fallen in love with Aunty Rachel.
I have not seen the taxi driver again.
Pete emailed today.
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