The Plan

9. Simon

SimonMy weekend passed by too quickly. I was even more nervous about the coming Monday than I had been about the first day at work, and I hadn’t believed that would be possible. Before I knew for a fact that Greg was gorgeous, amazing and pushed all my buttons I could just hope that work was not going to be difficult, but now I knew there was no chance. And after a week of having to keep control, I had weeks to come when I was going to be even closer to him, and alone with him, and have to talk work without sitting there and drooling. And I had no idea how I was going to do it.

Mark and Charlie tried to encourage me to talk to him this week. Obviously not tell him how I felt, but at least get a feel for if he would freak out if I told him I was gay. I guessed that over the next few weeks I would have plenty of time to sound him out, assuming I didn’t just make an arse of myself first. I was scared to know though, it would shatter all my illusions, and those little thoughts that crept into my mind when I was alone. Visions of being held by him, kissing him, waking up with him after a night of rampant, passionate s*x. I wanted that even if it made me feel guilty and probably made things worse. Wasn’t it better not to know for sure that I could never have it for real?

On Monday morning I arrived at work with trepidation, and swallowed hard when I saw the project room I was going to have to share with him for the next few weeks. Any time I looked up I would be able to see him, but I wasn’t going to be able to stare, and I didn’t know if I would manage that. At least I had a bit of physical space from him because our desks were between us. All the times I’d let myself imagine us being alone together we weren’t working either, although we did end up out of breath.

I surprised myself though, because once I had work to concentrate on I managed to get it done and it helped me deal with his presence. I still felt my body tingle when he came near me, and the one time he leaned alongside me to look at what I was doing and then spoke so near to my ear that I felt the warmth of his breath I damn nearly moaned aloud. But I did the work and chatted to him on and off without getting tongue-tied. He had a dry sense of humour and I loved making him smile and laugh. I had the urge to try some of my more risque jokes, but it seemed like a bad idea when I was still sounding him out. He could be some major prude, although in my head he was open to anything I suggested. I even managed, at least while we were in the office, to keep those sort of thoughts out of my head. Well, most of the time.

Thursday was a little odd. I thought we were getting along fine, but he was very quiet that day, and almost looked embarrassed when he spoke to me in the morning. A slight blush in his cheeks made him look even cuter than usual, and because he kept his head down most of the morning I did check him out more than I had been doing. Perhaps he was tired as he said, but he seemed down all day, if a little better in the afternoon. I had the urge to give him a hug to try and cheer him up but figured that would be a very bad idea and totally inappropriate in the office.

By the time Friday came round Greg was back to normal, and we were both looking forward to the weekend. Better than that, we had a bank holiday, so three days of free time beckoned, and I had nothing to do apart from the final bits of unpacking. I nearly had my home set up as I wanted and it felt like mine. After I’d found out about Ken and Pete I couldn’t bear to be at home for long, and it seemed like months since I had had space I truly felt at home in. I was loving my new life and my friends. Mark and Charlie I saw almost every day, keeping them updated on my progress, or rather lack of it, with Greg, and we were planning to make a regular thing of our nights out clubbing. The one thing missing in my place was someone to share it with, and for the moment I knew that only one person was going to fill that space adequately and I didn’t want to contemplate that yet again.

‘So what are you up to this weekend?’ Greg asked, startling me slightly as it had been quiet for a while and I was concentrating on the work on screen.

I thought for a moment before answering, deciding to keep it vague. ‘I’m going for a few drinks tonight with my neighbours. Aside from that I think it’s going to be the last of the unpacking and just a bit of chilling out.’

‘I’m out tonight with my brother and his wife. Maybe I’ll bump into you somewhere,’ he said. I thought that was pretty unlikely, knowing where I would be. ‘They’ve got a babysitter for once so they want to make the most of it.’

‘So have you got nieces or nephews?’ I asked.

‘One nephew. Owen is three, and he loves his uncle. Probably because I spoil him rotten!’

I laughed. It was nice that Greg opened up to me about his family. Maybe soon he’d open up about some exes and I’d have the answer to what I needed to know, even if I might not want to hear it.

By the end of the day I was really looking forward to my night out, and better than that, after a week of close quarters with Greg I was a load more comfortable around him. As I got ready to go out, picking clothes to show off my best features, I still couldn’t get him off my mind though, and if I had my way I would be dressing to impress him. My dream version of Greg would like the sight of my arse in these tight trousers. I smiled at the thought.