RP: A date?
Date: 04 July 2005
Characters: Wayne Hopkins, Zach Smith
Location: Zach's flat, London
Status: Private
Summary: Wayne takes Zach out... on a date?
Completion: Complete
Zach looked into the mirror, brushing a hand through his hair nervously before deciding to tie it back. This was ridiculous. There was no reason to be nervous, he thought. It was just Wayne, it was just a night out with a mate.
But ever since Wayne had slipped past him at the Centre today, too close, his body warm and hard, his deep voice telling him they were going out tonight, to be ready at seven, Zach had been a bit tense. Was this a date? Is that what it meant? And if so, then he had no idea how to act. It had been years since he'd been on a date. And this, well, was even more complicated. He'd already spent his morning trying not to stare at Wayne every time he walked by, trying not to remember that he knew what he looked like naked and hard. That he knew what he felt like, coming on his stomach. Knew what he tasted like. The afternoon had been spent trying not to wonder what tonight would bring.
It had been a bloody long day.
He simply could not get his head and his body in agreement. He still did not want to want what Wayne could do to him. That didn't change the fact, though, that he did want it. He wanted him.
Tying his hair back at his nape, he brushed his fingers over the front of his shirt, wondering if he was under dressed... or perhaps over dressed. Damnit. He had no clue where they were going. Wayne had mentioned a club that he had gone to the other night, and Zach really hoped it wasn't that. He didn't think he'd be up for that just yet. Besides, he wasn't really dressed for clubbing, didn't, in fact, own anything appropriate for it.
He'd settled on a pair of khaki trousers and a soft blue button down shirt. God, he felt like a bloody girl, and he chastised himself as he turned from the mirror, determined to stop thinking about that. Good, now he could worry about how far things would go with Wayne tonight. He wasn't sure he was ready for things to go any further, but he knew in his heart that he wouldn't tell him no.
Jesus, he was a wreck.
The knock at the door startled him. He didn't realize it was so close to seven. Biting his lip, he went to the door, opening it and smiling at Wayne warmly. "Hey, mate," he said softly, attempting not to blush to badly.
Characters: Wayne Hopkins, Zach Smith
Location: Zach's flat, London
Status: Private
Summary: Wayne takes Zach out... on a date?
Completion: Complete
Zach looked into the mirror, brushing a hand through his hair nervously before deciding to tie it back. This was ridiculous. There was no reason to be nervous, he thought. It was just Wayne, it was just a night out with a mate.
But ever since Wayne had slipped past him at the Centre today, too close, his body warm and hard, his deep voice telling him they were going out tonight, to be ready at seven, Zach had been a bit tense. Was this a date? Is that what it meant? And if so, then he had no idea how to act. It had been years since he'd been on a date. And this, well, was even more complicated. He'd already spent his morning trying not to stare at Wayne every time he walked by, trying not to remember that he knew what he looked like naked and hard. That he knew what he felt like, coming on his stomach. Knew what he tasted like. The afternoon had been spent trying not to wonder what tonight would bring.
It had been a bloody long day.
He simply could not get his head and his body in agreement. He still did not want to want what Wayne could do to him. That didn't change the fact, though, that he did want it. He wanted him.
Tying his hair back at his nape, he brushed his fingers over the front of his shirt, wondering if he was under dressed... or perhaps over dressed. Damnit. He had no clue where they were going. Wayne had mentioned a club that he had gone to the other night, and Zach really hoped it wasn't that. He didn't think he'd be up for that just yet. Besides, he wasn't really dressed for clubbing, didn't, in fact, own anything appropriate for it.
He'd settled on a pair of khaki trousers and a soft blue button down shirt. God, he felt like a bloody girl, and he chastised himself as he turned from the mirror, determined to stop thinking about that. Good, now he could worry about how far things would go with Wayne tonight. He wasn't sure he was ready for things to go any further, but he knew in his heart that he wouldn't tell him no.
Jesus, he was a wreck.
The knock at the door startled him. He didn't realize it was so close to seven. Biting his lip, he went to the door, opening it and smiling at Wayne warmly. "Hey, mate," he said softly, attempting not to blush to badly.