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Chapter one:
The second date was now coming to a close.
Anthony, proving to be quite the gentleman, has walked Asa to his front door. Standing at his stoop, Asa is full of good food, swooning at his date’s courting and briefly considers inviting the man in for tea. Or perhaps wine.
Best not, he decides. Best not to be so easy.
“Thank you. I’ve had-“ he pauses with a reverent sigh
“- a lovely time with you this evening.”
Anthony smiles down at the shorter man
“That makes two of us” and takes a non-expectant half-turn back toward his vehicle.
“And I’d sure like to make it happen again.” There’s a gleam in the Professors eye as he gently reaches for Asa’s hand and kisses his knuckles.
“Oohh…” Asa involuntarily lets out.
“What do you say? I’ll pick you up, take us wherever you wanna go.”
Asa’s mind is numb. Overwhelmed. Fried. This beautiful man before him wants another date. And so does he. Badly.
“Yes.”
A very pleased smile remains on the face of the taller man.
“How’s Saturday sound? I’ll pick you up right here. Maybe brunch? Then the park? Or how about a museum? Anything you like.”
Eyes wide and Asa can barely speak.
“Brunch. P..park. Museu-” he finds that he’s nodding and smiling like a buffoon.
“Excellent. I’ll see you then.”
And with a charming smile, the Professor turns and starts back toward his car.
Asa stands stunned, noticing his hand hadn’t dropped. Wait, when had Anthony let go? Turning his gaze back to the thin, dark frame entering the vehicle, he knows this is his queue to go inside. Standing dumbfounded on the porch isn’t very ‘cool’ of him. Once inside, peering back out until the black Bentley has taken off, does Asa finally turn his back to the door and allow himself a full deep breath.
“Ooh, dear.”
This man is so, so hot. And a gentleman to boot.
Asa replays the hand-kiss over and over. He is furiously overtaken with flush and heat. Absent-mindedly he strokes his thin golden chain around his neck.
Asa combs his none-kissed hand through his hair as he gathers himself enough to get the kettle on for some tea. Moments later he sits cross-legged on his favorite vintage armchair, uninterested in the tea. Uninterested in reading. Too wide awake to simply sleep either.
Well this is no good.
Rustling a bit he stretches his fingers, twists the ring on his pinky finger and removes his bow tie.
Barely any relief finds him.
Asa drums his thick fingers in the well-worn arm of the chair. Eyes wandering everywhere but landing nowhere.
“Fine.”
And with an exasperated sigh, Asa leans further into the chair and allows his mind to truly explore.
Anthony’s lips on his hands. His palm, his wrist, his cheek, his neck. Those slender hands feeling more of him. Those beautiful dark eyes wandering over his body. What would it feel like to have those lips on his own?
Tenderly, he brings the kissed fingers to his lips and gently presses against them. He savors his imagination.
His kissed hand twirls his chain more, combs his peeking chest hair and swipes down the remaining shirt buttons. The heat in his body is rising.
Anthony is so beautiful. His eyes. His lips. His hands. Asa dreams of what his bare waist would look like. Does he have chest hair? Are his shoulders peppered with freckles? Do they resemble the constellations the professor so dearly loves?
Anthony is taller than he, what would the redhead look like below him? Would Anthony be so gentle with him as he was tonight?
Asa’s ribs strain to get a satisfyingly deep breath. His member grows against the fabric of his trousers.
His manicured hand swipes hold of himself through the fabric. He’s now fully erect and bothered. This is certainly beyond the point of tea.
Asa will have to deal with this in a rather ungentlemanly way.
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