so much for you

Strangely enough, he knew where the bathroom was. By the time I got my ass in there, I could hear some music coming from his mobile phone. It sounded like a good upbeat song. I could already see Austin under the faucet, running water through his hair. Something about wet hair on a guy, its tantilising and freakin' hot. There was enough hair there hold onto. Maybe that's what I will do when we next fool around, pull that soft black hair of his. I was already falling into a dream, dreaming about our next playtime.

Austin opened the shower door and invited me in. Everything about him was hot. I slipped in through the door and he scooped me up so I could feel his warm wet body against mine. He squeezed me tightly so much I thought my insides would pop out. I wriggled free and looked up, watching him pierce through my soul with those soft hazel eyes. His fringe fell forward.

I smiled.

For a moment there, the only sound was the water thumping our bodies. I could feel him rubbing circles on my back and the warm embrace from him, felt perfect. Surreal. Simple. He kissed my neck, moaning as he felt my body up. Under those mascular hands, was enough to feel weak at the knees. I could feel my insides buckling under pressure again.

"You okay babe?" he whispered.

Lost in his vibes, I looked up and noticed him smiling at me. I nodded.

"Something about just standing under the faucet that is blasting out hot water," he giggled.

"My power bill will be horrendously high," I joked.

He turned the water off. "We should get out then. I was taught to not waste water."

"We haven't even washed," I said, boldly.

"You look fine to me," he said, a toothy grin spreading across his face.

I shrugged. If he is fine with the way I look then sure. I got out of the shower and pulled a couple of towels off the rack, throwing him one. He took his towel and started rubbing my back down. I heard him chuckle as he started working those firm muscular hands into my shoulders. I know I am a little plump, he probably thinks he's kneading a ball of dough.

He pulled me in closer, started feeling me up, caressing my neck.

"What do you want me to do to you?" he asked, whispering into my ear.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked.

"Not at all, baby," he said, pushing me out of the bathroom.

In the hallway, he pushed me up against the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. He firmly pulled my nipples, making me wince slightly. He turned me round so I was facing the wall and heard him spit into his hand. That cooling sensation as he lathered my ass. Who cares if we were going to go for round two in the hallway.

What is it with hot guys pulling the daddy dominating card? I could have creamed then and there but I wanted to saviour the domination from him. He pulled out, got me off the floor, then pushed me onto my bed.

"Let's go to bed," he said with a toothy smile.

I had a feeling he was going to pull this card. Get me under a spell where I will have to wait for a couple of hours then wake up horned up, ready to pull another grand finale, then leave.

As I crawled into the messy sheets and pulled back the covers, it felt relaxing to be in bed. The city lights below were glowing and it sounded like town had finally quietened down.

"What are you thinking about?" Austin asked, as he rolled over and slipped his arm under my head.

"That it feels good to be in bed," I said, looking over at Austin. He looked exhausted. "You look really exhausted."

"I should be tired," he said, playing with the back of hair. "But finishing that intimate concert, having a few drinks then ending up here, I feel a little bionic."

"The way you did me the second time," I said, rather chirpily.

And like that, I rolled over and fell asleep.

The next day..

I could have sworn I missed my alarms because the sun was high and sunlight was intruding into my bedroom window. The bedroom alone felt like an oven. I rolled over and felt for Austin, hoping he was still there but the bed was bare. He was nowhere to be seen. I peered over the side of the bed but found no clothes. I found some shorts and threw them on, walking through the apartment to see if there was any evidence of Austin but there was no one or nothing.

Last night seemed like a figment of my imagination and I suddenly felt a little sad. I went back to my bed and cuddled the pillow that Austin slept on. There was evidence he was here because the pillow smelt of stale cologne, cigarettes and beer. Smells you'd never find me carrying. And like that, my loneliness was not killing me.

As I lay there, hugging the pillow like a buoy in the ocean, I looked over at my bedside cabinet. There was a letter with my name on it. I reached over for it and opened it up.

Hello Jakey,

I know it will be a shock for you in the morning that I won't be here but I took your advice and left early to avoid any "questions." I am glad that you came to the concert and despite the actions I chose afterwards, I am glad that I came to my senses and visited you. You're truly a remarkable man and I appreciate the time we had together. I will be doing promotional duties today, following on with recording for the new album but I should be free tonight if you wanted to catch up for a drink?

P.S - I called your boss to let her know you won't be in today so you could get some rest :)

How can he be this cute and still be single?