Thursday arrived wrapped in relentless Edinburgh drizzle.
By the time I got home from work the shoulders of my coat were damp and my mood wasn’t much better. The novelty of being the “new guy” at the office had started wearing thin, replaced by awkward small talk and trying to remember everybody’s names.
I was halfway up the stairs to my flat when Jamie’s door swung open suddenly.
“There you are.”
The words came out so naturally intimate that my stomach immediately betrayed me with a stupid little flutter.
Jamie leaned against the doorframe wearing an oversized hoodie and black leggins, hair slightly messy like he’d just woken up from a nap.
I stopped on the landing. “There I am?”
“Haven’t seen you in days, darlin. Was starting to think you’d moved out.”
“I’ve been working.”
"Tragic.”
Jamie tilted his head slightly. “I’m heading to an art exhibition tonight if you fancy it.”
“An art exhibition?”
“Free drinks,” he added quickly.
“Well now you’re speaking my language.”
Jamie grinned. “Thought you might appreciate that part more.”
Truthfully, art ranked somewhere below tax returns on my list of exciting evening activities. But Jamie could probably have invited me to stare at goats at that point and I’d have agreed enthusiastically.
“What time?”
“Eight?”
“Yeah alright.”
“Cool.” Jamie smiled softly. “See you later, darlin.”
Back inside my flat I spent far too long pretending I wasn’t carefully choosing an outfit again.
By quarter to eight I finally gave up trying to look effortlessly casual and headed out.
The gallery occupied the top floor of an old Georgian building overlooking one of the prettier parts of the city. Warm lights glowed through tall windows while people in expensive coats drifted around holding glasses of wine and speaking in voices that suggested they understood abstract sculpture.
I absolutely did not belong there.
I’d barely stepped inside before I spotted Jamie across the room.
And immediately forgot how breathing worked.
Jesus Christ.
Black ripped jeans clung tightly to his legs, fishnet tights visible beneath the tears around his thighs and knees. The fitted shirt hugged his slim frame perfectly, sleeves rolled up enough to show delicate wrists decorated with silver rings and bracelets.
The eyeliner was darker tonight.
And the lipstick...
Not bright. Just a muted deep pink that somehow made his mouth impossible not to stare at.
Jamie caught sight of me almost instantly and smiled.
A slow smile.
The kind that made it very clear he’d noticed exactly how hard I was staring.
“Well,” he said as I approached, “you clean up nicely.”
I blinked once, still trying to recover.
“You look...” My brain scrambled helplessly for language. “Very... fashionable.”
Jamie burst out laughing.
“Fashionable?”
“I panicked.”
“You’re cute when you panic.”
Cute.
Nobody had called me cute in about twenty years.
Jamie handed me a glass of champagne before I could short-circuit completely.
“Come on then,” he said. “Let’s go pretend we understand art.”
The exhibition itself was entirely lost on me.
I tried. I genuinely did.
But every painting looked either aggressively beige or like someone had thrown emotional damage at a canvas.
Meanwhile Jamie wandered through the gallery thoughtfully sipping champagne and somehow looking like he belonged there completely.
Every so often he’d lean close to explain something about a piece and I’d end up paying more attention to the smell of his perfume than anything coming out of his mouth.
Unfortunately the free drinks were very real.
And plentiful.
After champagne came wine.
Then more wine.
Then some tiny cocktails being passed around on trays by waiters.
By the time we left the gallery my cheeks were warm and I couldnt stop staring at Jamie's perfect bottom in those jeans.
“You alright there?” Jamie laughed as I stumbled slightly on the pavement.
“I’m sophisticated now.”
“You’re d*unk.”
“Same thing.”
Jamie rolled his eyes affectionately and guided me towards another nearby pub with one hand resting lightly against my back.
The place was quieter than the sports bar. Low lighting. Soft music. Cosy booths.
Dangerously romantic, really.
Jamie leaned forward slightly.
“Mark.”
The way he said my name nearly undid me completely.
And before I could overthink it, before forty years of fear and confusion could catch up with me, I leaned across the table and kissed him.
It was clumsy at first.
Tentative.
A soft press of lips that lasted barely a second before I panicked and pulled back.
“Oh Christ,” I muttered immediately. “Sorry, I don’t know why I just did that, I’m d*unk and-”
Jamie kissed me again before I could finish.
Gentle this time.
Certain.
One hand sliding lightly against my jaw.
The world seemed to tilt slightly beneath me.
When he finally pulled back, Jamie was smiling softly enough to make my chest ache.
“There you are,” he whispered.
I stared at him completely dazed.
Jamie stood first, holding out his hand toward me.
“Come on, darlin.”
I took it instantly.
And somehow, with Jamie’s fingers laced through mine, the walk back to the townhouse felt shorter than ever before.
We hurried up the stairs into my apartment, closing the door behind us, we instsntly started kissing.
My hands were all over him, his back, arse, legs. I couldnt grt enough of his body. It was different from the female bodies I touched. Didn't was soft, Jamie had a firm body, muscles. Different, but very arousing.
"I've never done this before" i mumbled between kisses.
"I know that darlin. Now take your clothes off and get on the bed"
I followed Jamie's instructions like an eager teenager, laying flat on my back in just my boxers.
Jamie let out a little giggle, then I felt him kneel either side of me, moving up from my feet. The feeling of his fishnets against my skin driving me wild.
His hands reached up, hooking the tops of my boxers, springing my cock around in front of his face. My mind spun when he gently grasped my hard cock. Those petite hands wrapping round the shaft, he slowly moved his hands up and down.
My heart nearly stopped when he dropped his head down, and licked around my helmet slowly, "oh yes" coming out of my mouth before I knew it.
The tongue moved back around again a few times, Jamie seemingly enjoying my gasps. His hand moved to my balls just as he started taking my cock in his mouth, a little bit to start, his tongue still working round, making pre cum ooze from my swollen cock.
He gripped my cock so frimly with one hand, and slid my whole cock fully in his mouth.
Holy shit, I was getting a blowjob from a guy! My neighbour! Who Ive known 1 week.
My hands instinctively moved to his head as his built speed, his hand working up and down as his mouth followed. Deeper and deeper in his mouth. Nobody had given me a blowjob like this before.
I could feel it building, as could Jamie, so he slowed a little and made eye contact with me. Those sexy eyes with the eye liner. He briefly took my cock out his mouth to catch breath, but his hand didnt stop.
"You alright darlin"
Nearly sent me over the edge. Jamie knew it would. He winked and slide my cock fully inside his mouth, locking eyes with me. Two or three more moves of his mouth prooved too much, and I unleashed the heaviest load Id ever had into Jamies warm and wet mouth. "Oh god yes", all i could mumble.
Jamie made sure I was empty and clean, licking every drop off me. My mind full of guilt and confusion.
He curled up next to me and gave me a reassuring kiss.
My mind settled, and we drifted off to sleep. |
. I’m looking for a Jamie now 
