May have mentioned Matt before, but this is pretty much what happened:
We went out two or three times last spring, all pretty casually, and then stopped seeing eachother and texted sort of infrequently since. I wasn’t living in NYC, but was commuting in from out-of-state (a good two hours away), and it just wasn’t working out. I moved back in in June, and every once in a while, one of us would send a message to the other, but neither of us were ever free at the same time, until last night.
A friend from school wanted me to go with her to this gay bar uptown. I told her yes, thinking she’d forget about it, but come last night, I got the text asking what time we should meet there. I sighed, and realized that Matt lives about ten blocks away from the bar, so I sent him a text, asking him what he’s up to. “Today is my first night off in forever…” Well, I invited him and he agreed to come along.
The bar was pretty lame. Honestly, it was more a dive club than either club or bar, and of course we show up on Whitney’s death night, so everyone’s in mourning and there’s a horrible drag queen performing every Whitney classic.
By the end of the night, I was feeling pretty sick - I drank like four Coronas, which is four more beers than I’m used to drinking. Matt bought me a couple drinks, which was sweet, but we left before I could even fill my tab haha. But we were there for a solid three or fours hours.
Anyways, we left, and I was walking with Matt toward his place. I figured I’d walk him home and then grab the subway back to my place, since it was already 3 AM, I was tired, and felt like crap. He was cold, so he hailed a cab and ran a block. I caught up with him, we got on the cab, and took it legitimately ten blocks to his apartment. I paid for the cab, and walked with him to his door. “Alright, so I guess this is goodnight” He looked confused. “Oh” I asked him if I could get a kiss. He said of course, and then we kissed. One, two, three, pause. Four, five, six. We looked in eachother’s eyes and smiled. “You’re so cute”.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come up?” I wasn’t sure. Matt is sweet. I really do like him, and have since the first time we went out. The first two times, we never had that kiss moment. I sort of wanted to just get my kiss and take it slow from there.
“We don’t have to like, do anything.”
…He convinced me.
We went upstairs, he gave me a glass of water and some ibuprofen. See, there’s a keeper. His roommate came home with his boyfriend and some other guy after a while. We all talked for a bit and when Matt and I were in his room and the other guys were going to sleep, Matt closed the door, turned on Friends, and we got in bed. It was that slow progression towards the bed/couch-kiss… we’ve all been there. First, the two of you are lying on your backs. Then, your heads start cocking towards eachother. Eventually, one gets up the nerve to sort of turn in so his body is facing yours. He lifts his body up to change the episode, and I extend my arm. When he lays back down, I pull him in so his head is lying on my chest. Five minutes or so of rubbing his arm with the thumb of my hand that’s holding it, my cheek resting on the top of his head. Eventually, he pulls his head off my chest to kiss me. :)
So one kiss leads to many, and we’re both on the bed facing eachother kissing and touching - a little bit. Mostly just upper body. Shirts come off. I feel him trying to gently pull me on top of him, so I go for it. Straddling one of his legs, we make out. I feel he’s hard, so as we’re kissing, I grind my crotch on his. Oh, I wanted it so bad. We flip-flopped who was on top and bottom for half an hour, and then eventually came back to cuddling, me on my back, his head on my chest. After a while, I kissed his forehead and told him I should leave. I got dressed, he put on a shirt, grabbed my coat, and we went to his door. We said goodbye and kissed… one, two, three. I went outside and grabbed a cab home.
I like him more than I think I did before. I’m not crazy about him, but I really like him. He’s really cute. Like an inch or two taller than me, a lean toned body, black/white mix, but adopted and raised in the south, so a total sweetheart. He’s an old soul, and so am I. Billy (see back a post or two) works with him - I’m not sure if they know eachother or are friends, I’m going to guess they probably don’t know that I know both of them. Oops. Matt and I have some mutual friends since we went to the same school, so it’s nice to be interested in someone my age who’s sort of going through the same things in life (as opposed to the older guys, who I always find myself with).
I guess we’ll see where this one goes…