Room service was delivered, and Josh was out of the shower. Freshly dressed, he happily munched his cheeseburger and fries without mention of our previous activities. I sat across the table from him, wrapped in my robe, and still sticky with our coupling. Most of his cum has leaked from my hole, but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. I picked over my roasted chicken with a fork and looked at Josh innocently.
"What?" he asked with a lopsided grin. Making swirling movements with a fry in a puddle of mayo, he gave me a sideways look and a wicked grin. He chewed carefully, but never took his eyes off of mine. "Well, what?" He reached for more fries and wiggled his eyebrows at me, encouraging an answer.
"Im just wondering why it took us this long to hook up" I stated simply and somewhat wistfully. "I mean, we obviously have a thing for each other, and the hook up was amazing. You're gay, I'm gay, and we fit well together- so I am just wondering why we spent the last few months playing grab ass at work instead of being together." I paused long enough to grab a drink from the cool glass of lemonade and continued. "I like you Josh, I mean- really really like you. I've had my eye on you since you walked into the hotel to apply for a job. I like your sense of humor, your style, and the way you-"
"Fuck?" he cut me off mid-sentence with another cocky grin.
"I WAS going to say `relate to people', but I guess we can work with the other stuff too" I chuckled. I took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "I don't usually to that- the whole cock-sucking-sex-kitten thing that happened earlier. I really would like to date you, get to know you better, and see if this develops into something more substantial." I paused and gave him a chance to speak.
He ran his hands through his dark hair, still damp from the shower, flicking delicate droplets of moisture across the table, misting me gently. "Connor, I think that's a great idea. I like you too, but was a bit too shy to make the first move. I mean, I came out to my parents two years ago- moved to Vermont, and am just a bit new to the whole `serious dating' thing. I've screwed around (giggle) with some one night stands and stuff, but never been in a serious relationship. I think I would like that." He looked at me seriously, and I got the distinct impression that there was more to the story than he was willing to divulge right now- so I didn't pry.
I pushed away from the table and walked around to him, my robe was open, my cock soft, and the sticky sheen of cum was kind of smeared all over my privates. It tugged a but at my pubes where it was starting to dry. "I need a shower, got to scrub all this stuff off" I whispered in his ear. I kissed him on the cheek and headed for the bathroom. Before I turned around, he reached out and grabbed my hand, squeezing it briefly.
"Hurry back" he said softly.
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