James’ girlfriend, Natalie, worked behind the bar of the pub. She was nice enough but very fiery. Proper Glasgow girl, took not an ounce of shit. One thing I’d noticed that night was that she was getting increasingly annoyed with James, think it was a bit of a possessive relationship from both sides. He seemed to hate her flirting with the punters and she seemed to hate that he was out enjoying himself while she had to work. As the night went on, the pub slowly started to empty. I knew it would be a nightmare to get a taxi, it was at the best of times never mind New Year! My parents lived a little further away so I told my friends to get themselves home and send a taxi back for me.
I was waiting when I heard arguing - James and Natalie were going at it!! I wasn’t really paying much attention to what was being said, but when he came outside he was being a bit rowdy. I got him to calm down, just as my taxi arrived. I got in and asked how he was getting home, knowing he still lived in the area so would be en route for me. He said he didn’t know so I offered him a ride. As we approached his, he asked if I fancied coming in for another drink. ‘Why not?’ I thought, thinking I had totally imagined the moment we had earlier at this point.
He invited me to sit down, stuck on some music and offered me a drink. Turns out all he had was some gin and fresh orange - that would have to do! He sat at the other end of the couch, said he was frustrated with his relationship cos they crossed the fine line between love and hate constantly. He then asked about my love life, did I have a boyfriend? I told him no, not at the moment.
“Must have been hard for you, coming out.”
“The lead up was harder than actually coming out, everyone was amazing about it”, I replied.
“That’s good, man. I’m happy for you. Not sure I’d have the balls!”
“I’m sure you would”, I suggested.
Another moment, he looked me direct in the eyes just enough for it to feel like something without being uncomfortable.
“Bit jealous, to be honest. Probably much easier being with a guy than a girl!”, James joked.
I laughed. “Guess we’ll never know!”.
I could feel a tension, like something wasn’t being said and neither of us knew how to say it. All I knew was I really fancied him. He looked so good, his jeans practically painted over his athletic thighs, my Achilles heel.
“Gonna go and get more comfortable”, he said. He disappeared upstairs and came back down, wearing just a pair of gym shorts. No top. Fuck me, he looked incredible!!
“Need another one?” he asked, pointing at my drink.
“No thanks, this is horrific enough”, I jokingly replied.
He laughed and flopped down on the couch, much closer than he’d been before.
“Fair enough, feel like I’m sobering up anyway”, he said.
“Same mate, probably should think about sorting a taxi before your Mrs gets back”.
“She’ll go stay at her mum’s, not sure I’d want her to come back tonight anyway”, he sighed.
“Even though I am really horny”. |
