The morning after

I slowly opened my eyes and there he was...
He was doing the buttoms of his pink shirt and looking at me, right into my eyes, big smile, all wet blond hair over his forehead.
He said;
-     Good morning, you sleepy head!

And le leaned to kiss me right on my mouth. His kiss tasted to mint...
Then he looked at his watch and...
-     Shit! I am running kind of late! I have to hurry, this client will be at the office early this morning for the presentation.
Me?...well I kind of ignored that....
My eyes were already travelling down to his croach, that well filled dark blue prince stripe pant.
I said...
-     Sven, are you wearing an underwear?
-     Of course I am. Silly. I always do!
-     Tja...right!

He laughed and God! I do love that laugh of his...
And then, when I sat on the bench of my bed I saw he was still on his socks. Dark blue, fine rib. Italian ones. I know that. I also know they are OTC. And that it’s the first pair of OTC socks he owns. And that he looks damn hot in them, specially when he is wearing just.... them...

And that I am a guy of taste.....
-     Sven, shall I make you a quick cup of coffie, so at least you have something before you leave?
-     Oh please! I would love some! You are a sweet man!

And he kissed me again and I kissed him back.
I found my Diesel jeans on the floor and I stepped in them. Hey! And there was my red t-shirt from last night too!

And they were exactly where I knew they would be.
On the livingroom floor, next to the couch, were Sven’s black shiny loafers. Where he has taken them off in a rush....

So, still working out my t-shirt, I played the David Beckham and with my dark blue Gold toe socked feet I reached a goal right under the opposite coach with that shoe and entered the kitchen with my t-shirt on my head and a full roaring in my ears stadium with an euphoric “go, go Guus!!! You go guy, go!”
Tja. And then I made a double expresso for the blond in my bedroom.
He came into the kitchen and took the cup from my hands, then he said;
-     All right?

I grabbed him right on his package and I said,
-     hummmm.... I think you are wearing an underwear man....
Again that laugh...
He gave me the cup back and rushed into the livingroom. Still on his socks....

I counted... one.... two...
-     Oh shit! Guus! I cannot find my other shoe!
-     Oh? What?
-     My other shoe! Shit! I am going to be late! Help me find it!

The blond was clearly in panic.
The dark one... well that one was clearly amused....
-     If you don’t find it, you will have to go on your socks....
-     Don’t be an asshole, it has to be here somewhere, help me find it! Or I will steal a pair of your shoes.
I said,
-     Sven....
-     What?

And I kissed him.
He kissed me back, quick! he was clearly nervous;
-     please, I am going to be late!!

So I stopped, I don’t have the hart to do this to him and I “found” the shoe under the other coach....
I was rewarded with another long mint kiss...

And then he rushed again picking up his stuff.
He picked up a leather suitcase, a couple of rolls with some kind of presentation stuff, another leather case containing his laptop, some manila brown envelopes, a bag with his changing clothes from the gym, short, sneakers....oh my God! he must have some socks in there too!
And his car keys.

I could have helped him, but hey! I have a cup of koffie in my hands and he took a last sip, so....
He rushed to the backyard where his car was parked.
Car keys now in his mouth.
And I shouted to him,
-     Sven, are you leaving without saying good-bye to me?
And then he turned and opened his mouth to say something and the keys just fell right there, almost into the pool.
He looked at me and I looked him back.

And he tried to collect those keys. And the laptop... and the suitcase... and his bag... and the presentation rolls... everything all over the place, trying not to loose nothing...
And the point of his loafer hitting those keys right into the swimmingpool....

We both followed stunned those car-keys falling into the water....
I don’t think we... no...could this be happening for real?
He turned to me.
God! I have never seen in my life so much dispair in someone’s eyes....

He just said....
-     Shit....
We remained silent for what it felt like a century!
And then I just said....
-     So... I guess... do you want me to get them for you?
And I had to repeat myself...
-     Sven, do you want me to get them for you?

He.... could not reply at all... I wonder wat was going on in his head at that moment....
And then he just said;
-     please.... help me....
And those were the magic words....
I felt like kind of.... a super hero... know what I mean? Like a friend of mine calls me “ sokken held” in Dutch.... what it means “a hero on his socks!”

And then, I said to him;
-     Don’t worry. I’ll get them.
And I walked on my dark blue Gold toe socks on the swimming-pool stairs down into the water...

He looked me in horror at first...
-     Guus! What are you nuts? Your clothes....
-     Hush, blond one....drastic measures are neederd right now...

Okay. I was again a bit dramatic, but this is again, who I am....
I kept walking into the water and observing him closely, for any kind of reaction.
I observed nothing other than a guy desperate to get his keys back and running out of time...
Did I feel dissappointed?
I don’t now...

The water level was already at my weist when I dived to reach down the keys at the bottom.

Dripping water all over... completely soaked, I handled the keys back to my boyfriend.
He tooked them from my hand and looked into my eyes....
God... those blue eyes...
-     I own you Guus... a big one!

And he must have seen it in my eyes at that point ...
-     Oh... okay....this is going to cost me... right? A big one too?
I looked from where I was right at the same leavel of his loafer and sock...and then looking back at him I said;
-     Well, you are coming to have dinner here with me after work, right?
-     Okay, actually I was going home first to shower and change and leave the stuff....you know?
Bu he saw it again in my eyes because after some hesitation he said...
-     Yeah, you probably want to know if I got the client right away.
-     Yes, Sven.
-     So I should come here right after work.....?
-     Yes. You can shower here.
He smiled...
-     I was kind of afraid of that...?
-     Do your best, good luck with the presentation and do get this client.
-     I will. And I’ll see you later. After work, oke?
-     And your ass, will be mine....
-     Well... we will see about that, okay?
And I just smiled to him. After all...I know what I can do to a guy. Again...it’s like a gift.....
The blond was gone. To his presentation, to his work and client.
And I got dripping, out of the pool.
And into the jacuzzi. Floating in my jeans I started to plot....
How do you measure the borderline between lust and love? When your lover is the object of your desire?
How far would you push someone you love, just to turn someone into do stuff just for the sake of pleasuse?
Is it selfish to get someone to do stuff you like? How do you sense that someone is enjoying new stuff just because he is doing something he knows that it turns you on? Is it fair to ending up doing stuff that I like when I don’t know if he ever, in his wildest dreams thought about it?
.... am I so in love of this guy that I cannot longer see clear or is he simply turning me on over and over until this is really over?....