The Plan

4. Simon

SimonThe morning of Monday came slowly since I seemed to be awake watching the clock change most of the night. Today was finally it, and I was definitely worse than I should be on a normal first day at work, because I still couldn’t help worrying about meeting Greg. On the other hand I would have induction and work to get on with so I might be able to keep my head down and concentrate on that rather than him, even if none of my elaborate scenarios of how awful he might be didn’t come true. The problem was, I didn’t really want them to be true, I wanted him to be gorgeous and perfect even though I would have to control myself. More than that of course, I wanted him to be gay, single, and into me, and getting all three of those was highly unlikely.

I felt a combination of relief and disappointment once I had finished filling in all the paperwork in HR and having an introductory chat with Sally, because when she took me to meet the team in our office I was told Greg was in a meeting and I’d meet him later. As much as meeting him might cause problems, I wanted to get it over with because worrying about it was far worse. Still, everyone else was nice to me and it did seem a happy team. So long as there was no serious test on my libido I thought I was going to fit in and enjoy working here.

By mid-morning I was definitely in my comfort zone, happily typing away on the computer starting the work I had been given to ease me in. It wasn’t especially challenging, but it managed to keep my mind off anything else. I faintly heard the others chatting and we had taken a few minutes here and there to get to know each other. The older man, David, was fairly reserved and preferred to be getting on with his work rather than chatting, but the other three were more my age and wanted to know more about me. I told them I had wanted a change of scenery and was a bit bored of my job when they asked why I had moved. I didn’t want to go into my relationship breakdown with new people on my first day, and I kept silence on my preference but admitted I was single.

I learned a bit about them as well. The two geeks were Dave and Steve, in their early twenties and seemed to spend all their time together, either at work or at home playing computer games. Perhaps it was my imagination, but at first I detected a faint undercurrent of something between them. There was an ease between them of knowing someone really well, and perhaps that was all it was and I was just obsessed with the idea that everyone but me seemed to have someone special in their life -- even if all they ever did was play RPGs and shoot-em-ups together, at least they had someone to share it with. I’d lost most of my friends when I moved, some of whom it had turned out knew all about Ken and Pete, and I had no time for them anymore.

I was engrossed in a rather more complicated bit of work when I felt rather than saw the man approaching my desk, my awareness of possible impending doom I guess. I kept my eyes on the screen, somehow managing to keep typing the code despite the fact I felt like I was shaking all over with nerves. He stopped at the side of me, blocking my light slightly so I turned, and discovered my face level with his crotch. Given the amount of time I’d been thinking about doing things there it seemed like a bad idea to be looking at it, and I was out of my seat and lifting my eyes faster than I thought possible. On my way up I still had time to notice the total lack of a beergut and the hint of chest hair at his neck where the top button was undone. I stood to my full 5’10(ish) and had to tilt my head back to look up even further. It was definitely Greg, he was even more gorgeous than his photo, and he was well over 6 feet tall. Oh f**k.

‘Hello, you must be Simon. I’m Greg. It’s nice to meet you, welcome to the team.’

Fuck again. His voice wasn’t harsh or irritating, it was deep and perfect, and only my sarcastic thought about me obviously knowing who he was stopped me from melting into a pile of goo at his feet. And he was close enough that I could tell there was no bad breath or body odour. In fact, he smelt fantastic too. f**k. I don’t actually know how, but I kept it together, although I felt sure he would see me shaking. With any luck he would just put it down to first day nerves. I held out my hand, silently lifting a prayer that I didn’t have sweating palms and I wasn’t trembling so badly he would be able to feel it.

‘Yep, I’m Simon. Thanks for the welcome Greg. I’ve been settling in well and everyone has been really nice to me.’ But not as nice as I’d like you to be to me, I thought.