Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
Soren wasn't too happy to be back at the Black Cat behind the bar, but there he was once again.
"Only for a few hours." Soren was determined to make them the fewest...or so he hoped Colin would get the idea he wasn't the best help in the world.
Of course, it helped to have someone's attention. And it wasn't Rupert's. No, this was a real man. Soren supposed he pretty much knew what he was doing from the signs he was giving him. The looks, that smile. And he'd drank plenty of lager in the last few hours, as well.
Really, he had to forget Rupert. Possibly, it was the thought Rupert was just too damn innocent. Soren wasn't so sure he had it in him to teach Rupert everything. Maybe he didn't want to know, anyway. Perhaps, Rupert had other ideas about romance, anyhow, and really this wasn't a romance that this, possibly, footballer was all smiles about.
Take a trip to the loo, have some fuck'n fun and well, call it what it was. Unspeakable, Soren guessed. Let Rupert find himself a girlfriend. Soren wouldn't deprive him. As it was, it was all in Soren's head, getting acquainted with the footballer. It would just be something to do.
But then Rupert showed up as if Soren had to be happy to see him. Rupert was definitely happy to see Soren.
"I don't believe it," Rupert said, smiling, almost giggling. "We must stop meeting this way."
"I will if you will." Soren chuckled as if was all a big joke.
"What to do you mean?" Rupert leaned over the counter and kissed Soren right on the lips. Well, that made the footballer slip away.
"What are you doing?" Soren squinted.
"I just thought- you know, us, we're together." Rupert slightly frowned, nibbling his bottom lip.
"Is that what you decided?" Soren looked at him seriously, seeing the footballer was no where in sight.
"Um, I guess-" Rupert was hurt.
Soren didn't let him finish his sentence, he gave him what he came for, a long snog that was surely to make him hard.
"What time, will you be off?" Rupert looked at him ever so happily.
"Now." Soren gave him a quick grin. "Is this where you take me to dinner or something?" Soren hadn't the cash for anything.
Rupert just nodded.
Soren supposed he couldn't let him down. Footballers would come and go, but someone like Rupert, never.
at the library
3 hours ago