The One With The Horny Sixteen Year Olds
We never really worked normal hours at the club, but there was something about knowing you had a day off in the middle of the week that just felt wrong–in a good way. As soon as I found out we wouldn’t be working that Thursday, I started making plans for us to have a little movie night in our apartment. Even though it hadn’t really been a date–or maybe it had–our last trip to the movies had been really nice. I thought a nice, relaxing evening at home with a few movies would be exactly what we needed.
It wasn’t as though things were bad between us, though. They were just… odd. A tiny part of me wondered if it was more than just those early relationship jitters, but I just didn’t know. Zac seemed to be redefining “coy” and “hard to get.” If he wasn’t so cute, I would have been getting a little bit sick of it.
While Zac was taking his post-workout shower, I ordered us a few pizzas. I tidied the living room up a bit while I waited; it was silly to worry about the impression that I made on either the pizza delivery man or Zac, but I couldn’t help myself. I was trying to make this as much like a date without actually being a date as I could, and that made nervous butterflies flutter up in my stomach. Once the living room looked a little bit cleaner, I surveyed our shelf of movies. I knew Zac would veto anything he deemed a chick flick, which was nearly everything I owned according to him, so I grabbed a couple of the newest Marvel movies instead. Those were his, so I knew he wouldn’t object. I wouldn’t have minded something a little more romantic, but I supposed I couldn’t have it all.
I had just carried the pizzas into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator when Zac walked into the room.
“What’s all this?” He asked.
“Dinner and a movie?” I replied with a shrug. “Just thought we’d take advantage of not having to work tomorrow. Stay up late, veg out…”
“Cuddle up on the couch and make out,” he added, mocking my tone. “Seriously, what is this, Tay? Is this a date?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s whatever you want to see it as. If you think it’s a date, then it’s a date.”
“Do you think it’s a date?” He asked.
“I think I just wanted to do something nice for you,” I replied, perhaps a little too defensively, then held a beer out to him as a peace offering. “Come on, have a beer. Relax. I set out all the Avengers movies…”
I could practically see the wheels turning in Zac’s head as he considered his options. I didn’t have any doubt that he would eventually give in, though. He could protest all he wanted, but we both knew what was happening here. Whether we called it a date or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that the two of us could be together. The fact that a few beers and some superhero movies were all it would take to hopefully get Zac in the mood was just an added bonus.
Finally, he threw his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay. Fine. We’ll have a little movie date, if it’ll get you off my back.”
I bit my lip to keep from making any comments about being “on Zac’s back.” With a new spring in my step, I carried the beer and pizza to the living room and let Zac get comfortable on the couch while I put Iron Man 2–his favorite of the two, I knew–in the DVD player. If Zac was going to keep playing hard to get, I could at least enjoy Robert Downey, Jr. on the screen.
Zac was the type who hated talking during movies, so I didn’t make much of the fact that he went silent as soon as the movie started. Except for answering when I asked if he wanted another beer, he hardly said anything at all. I still didn’t worry much about it. By his third beer, he had relaxed and settled back into the couch, a faint smile on his face that made me smile, too. There was just something about Zac’s crooked little smile. I couldn’t resist staring at him, and luckily he was too focused on the movie to notice.
He was also too focused to notice each time I inched a little bit closer to him.
It was a little bad of me, I know. I felt like a teenager again, and I hadn’t even known Zac when I was a teenager. But here I was, thirty years old, sliding across the couch as subtly as I could to try to get closer to him. Given the fact that I had gone down on him in a parking lot, I supposed we really were just acting like a pair of horny sixteen year olds. At least I could be certain that I was better in bed now than I was back then.
As the movie went on, I continued my gradual progression across the couch toward Zac. Once or twice, he seemed to glance over at me, but I couldn’t tell if he had noticed what I was doing. It was a cheesy move, I knew, but I couldn’t stop myself from stretching my arm out across the back of the couch so that it just barely brushed Zac’s shoulder.
He turned his head, his hair brushing against my hand. “Really, Tay?”
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Are you trying to imply I’m the woman here?”
“I–what? No,” I replied.
“Good,” he said, peeling my hand off his shoulder and placing it on my lap. His hand lingered on top of it for just a second or two longer than necessary, but he seemed oblivious to that fact. “Because, really, if one of us has to be the girl, it’s not me,” he said.
“I’m not your girlfriend, Zac,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I didn’t add that I probably wouldn’t really complain if that was what he wanted to call me. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already been calling me a woman for years. I was perfectly capable of convincing myself it was a term of endearment.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, pouting adorably. “Just watch the damn movie.”
I settled back into the couch, but didn’t move away from Zac. We were so close that our legs were practically touching, and surely he had to notice that. If he noticed and he wasn’t shoving me away, that had to be a good sign. Maybe I was finally wearing him down and busting through that cute, coy wall he was putting up. I was absolutely determined to bring that wall down, brick by brick if necessary. Zac was stubborn, but so was I. Eventually he would tire of the chase and give in.
But for now, the chase was still kind of fun, even if it did make me feel like I was back in high school. As Zac became focused on the movie again, it was easy for me to keep inching toward him. I took it even more slowly this time, spending a decent portion of the movie just sitting right up against Zac, waiting for him to get all pouty again. But he didn’t.
During the climax of the movie, when I was sure Zac was far more focused on Black Widow than on me, I let my hand creep across his thigh. I didn’t dare go any further than that; a quick glance revealed no signs of a boner, anyway. He tensed when my hand came to rest high on his thigh, but he didn’t move. I held my breath and waited for him to tell me off again. He didn’t say a word. After what I was sure was a full thirty seconds, he gingerly lifted my hand and placed it back on my own leg. He crossed his arms childishly–and adorably–across his chest as he scooted closer to the arm of the couch and farther from me.
When the movie ended and the credits began to roll, I knew it was time to make my move. I slid my arm across the back of the couch again and turned to face Zac. Up close, he was even more beautiful than I usually thought he was. There was just something about his face in profile with the glow from the television screen on it. It might have been a joke to him, but he really was the more masculine of the two of us, his looks far more suited to our line of work than mine. Maybe beautiful was a weird word to describe him, then, but I couldn’t think of anything else that really fit. He would have laughed at me for handsome or any other word like that, too.
While I tried to keep myself from drooling over just how attractive he looked right then, I let my hand creep back onto his thigh. This time, he noticed right away, I was sure. I saw his eyes flicker downward, a shaky sigh falling from his lips as he looked back up and focused his eyes on the television screen.
“Are you going to go put another movie in?” He asked.
“In a minute,” I replied, leaning in close so that I was practically whispering right in his ear.
Zac tensed, and I decided to take that as a good sign. I let my lips just barely touch his ear, then began to trail them down his neck. At the same time, I let my hand creep up his thigh, trying to find the erection that I was sure must be there by now. Sure enough, my hand landed on a rather large bulge. The second I curled my hand around it, Zac’s hand collided with my chest and shoved me away.
“Do you think you can stop trying to molest me for one night, Tay?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I was so not molesting you.”
“Then what do you call it?” He asked, standing up. “I have been trying to get away from you all night, because despite what you seem to think, this is not some cutesy little movie date. Yet you keep forcing yourself on me. So yeah, I call that molesting.”
Before I could refute that, he stormed out of the room. Seconds later, his bedroom door slammed so hard that it practically shook the entire apartment.
I was stunned. Was it possible I had completely misread his signals? I didn’t think so, but if I hadn’t, why would he be so angry? Did he really not want me at all?