6-In desperation mode

Garett's pov

I open my eyes and notice the sun then, I notice I'm not in my room. That's when everything from last night comes flowing back into my mind. I instantly blush.

Oh gosh, I'm in that guy's room...I can't believe last night happened. Even if I feel like smiling over and over again the back pain definitely confirms last night.

I'm relieved to see that for once he's still sleeping. Oh, he looks so handsome in his sleep. I can't believe that handsome face was inside of me last night. Sometimes it still feels like a dream.

Now that I think about it, it's not any guy that's sleeping soundly, it's Brandon! I thought I would never see him again! Especially after that text last night!

Why did he call me to do it if he claimed he didn't want to see me again? I'm so confused. Was it a lie?

As I try to remember what exactly went on yesterday, all the explicit stuff we did last night comes flowing back and I can't help but be embarrassed.

Regardless, I try to get up and find my phone still next to the bed situated in the drawer. I check the time and notice it's still early. Oh, so that might be why he's still sound asleep. Why did I wake up at 6 am? I don't usually wake up that early.

Even if last night was fun, I can't help but think about the sad truth that made me have so much hope.

I was still over the moon when he suddenly called, only a few hours before he texted me telling me he never wanted to see me again. It hurt me so much, I cried.

He was very rough last night, hence why it hurts so much in my backside. I can't help but remember he was drunk last night. He called me when he was drunk? Ugh, but even if he was, I still surrendered to him...Why can't I say no?

I look back at him still sleeping soundly on the bed. He seems to be quite fine. He's not frowning or anything. I can't help but notice his features.

He really is handsome. If only he knew that it's not only his body that is attractive but his face too.

I hope one day I'll be able to say the same about his personality. I immediately get reminded by the fact he's a playboy but I try to shrug it off. I don't want to think about that right now.

He's everything I want in a guy, exactly my type. What are the chances you meet exactly your criteria for a guy? I don't want to lose that chance.

His chestnut brown hair is all tussled in his pillow probably from last night. I think I might have grabbed his hair...Ugh, why did I? I blush embarrassed.

I can't currently see the colour of his eyes but I'll always remember them. They are clear blue, sky blue. They really are beautiful especially when they look at me...They always look at me with such hunger...Suddenly, he wakes up.

"Good morning..."

He opens his eyes and instantly notices me. His eyebrows twitch confused about what he's seeing until he finally does remember. He was drunk, right? Oh no so that means he doesn't remember yesterday...

"What are you doing here?" He says harshly. Oh...

"Um...you don't remember..."

"Ah, what happened last night?" He looks at my neck but I can't see why he does.

No, don't tell me he doesn't remember! I want him to remember last night!

"You...called me and then..we..did.."

"Ok, ok I get it, we fucked. So, I called you?" He asks confused.

"Yes...you did..."

"Hm...I think I vaguely remember doing that." Yes please remember!

"Really?" He looks at me nonplussed.

"Yeah, I think so...Why did we do it?"

"What?"

"I said do you remember why we did it?"

"I don't know...you were quite eager...to do it..."

"Ok...how many times did we do it?"

"Ah...uh I think 4 times?"

"Damn! 4 times! How much did I drink last night?!" Oh no...he really was drunk...

"At least you remember right?"

"Well...not all of it...but I do remember some of it. Argh, my head hurts."

"Wait, I'll go find some Aspirin."

"Don't. You don't need to do that."

"But your head.."

"Ok fine.." He relunctely agrees.

I quickly get out of the room and try to find the bathroom, then, I finally do. I check everywhere for Aspirin until I finally do.

I go into his tiny kitchen and look for a glass to give him some water. After a few tries, I find one and fill in some water. Then, I go back to his room.

"Here" He has a small smile on his face despite not seeming to enjoy my presence.

"Thanks.." He takes the Aspirin and gubs it down in one go.

I sit on the bed.

"Ah, that will help me. Anyways, are you planning to leave or...?"

"Ah...I don't know..."

"I guess it is still early." He looks at himself still naked and so am I...I didn't realize. I instantly blush.

"Awh. what's making you blush this early in the morning? Your nakedness? You gotta have to get used to that."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry."

"Ah..." I smile awkwardly but he doesn't say anything about it.

"It's still early but I have to leave soon so.."

"Where are you going..?" I say hesitantly.

"To work obviously."

"On a Saturday? That early?"

"Oh yeah, I do." So that's why he left me all alone in his apartment last time?

"What kind of job makes you work on a Saturday that early?" I mean some jobs make you work on Saturdays but still...

"Ah...I forgot you're older than me..."

"Wait you don't seem that young. You seem old enough...to have a real job.." He smiles awkwardly.

"About that...I don't have that kind of work..."

"Really? How old are you?"

It seems so stupid to ask that kind of question. I can't believe I don't know such a basic thing. I know he is in his early twenties as he said it before.

He seems in thought for a second there but he answers anyway.

"23..."

"23? I guess you're not too young..."

"What? How old are you then?"

"Oh, I'm 28."

"28?! You seem so young! I thought you were a bit younger than that!"

All this attention makes me flustered. I think this is the first time he seems impressed by something about me or interested in something about me...

"Yeah..."

"So you're at the age to get married?" Speaking of marriage...

"Yeah...but no I'm not married. You're still too young so..." He laughs.

"Oh, I'm definitely young. I don't have to worry about anything."

"Not even your job?"

"Nah, that job is easy..." He suddenly becomes silent. Did he realize something? Is he ok?

"Really...how much do you work?"

"Ah...um I work, every single day."

"What?! You don't even have a single break?" Now I feel bad for him.

"Sometimes I do but it's not like I have anything better to do."

Then, a thought that not only makes me sad but makes me remember the truth comes to mind.

"You go to the bar often...?"

"What's making you say that?"

"Um...you seem like the type too..and you're always there on the weekends..."

"Are you spying on me?" He asks seriously this time around.

"No! I saw you the other day..."

"Ok...Yeah..you're right I do go there often.."

"Really? Why? Oh...you're still young..."

"Yeah... You don't get to go when you want to right?"

"Yeah...that bar was a first to me..."

"Oh, figures." Huh?

"What do you mean by that..?"

"It's nothing" I pout at that but he doesn't say more.

It's silence between us for what feels like a while. While it's silent, he both covers us with the covers. Immediately, making me remember we're still naked. I blush at the gesture.

Unfortunately, I can only think about the truth. I'm scared to ask him why he asked me to come. Does he really don't want to see me again? What is that supposed to mean? Is it over between us?

"Brandon...?" He looks back at me alarmed.

"Yeah?"

"Is..it true that you don't want to see me again..?" He immediately panics upon hearing that.

"What makes you think that?!" Is it a good thing that he seems worried?

"Um...you texted me..."

"Oh, that...Yeah..that was a bit harsh..but it is kinda true." Immediately, I feel like crying, he panics in return.

"Why are you crying?! Don't cry. Geez, that's not what I meant."

"You meant what?" I look back at him with my teary eyes.

"Ugh...I don't typically do this but you were supposed to be just a fling.."

"What's wrong with seeing me again?" Tears fall from my eyes.

"It's not you...it's just...I only do one-night stands and I don't know why but it's the third time in a week, I do it with you." He admits and I get flustered at the realization of what it might mean.

"One-night stands...?"

"Yeah...I go to the bar for that.."

"What is that supposed to mean? Do you want to do it again with me..."

He seems taken aback by my question but I guess it was mostly a surprise to him.

"I...I don't know what to do here. I don't really have time to give you an answer but I'll think about it."

"Think about what...?"

"About what you just said!"

I look back at him shocked that he raised his voice at me. I can't help but tear up again. It seems like he really doesn't like seeing me cry because he panics again.

"Gosh, don't cry over it! I said I'll think about it." He says frustrated.

"Really...? You will...?"

"Yes, I will." Without a second thought, I hug him in a crushing hug. I expect him to push me away but he doesn't. It doesn't stop the fact he's really tense. He's uncomfortable...Wow...ok...

"Rett.." He says in a firm tone but I don't listen to him.

"Rett!" He pushes me away. I look back at him in horror.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. You wouldn't listen to me."

"Sorry.." He sighs. Then he looks at our state.

"We're still naked and I reek of alcohol. So I'm taking my shower." Then I suddenly grow bold.

"I want to come with you.." He seems surprised by my request.

"Sure" He smiles.

We get into the bathroom and I notice myself in the mirror. Then I notice hickeys on my neck.

"You gave me hickeys?"

"Guess I am pretty wild when I'm drunk."

"Oh.." I blush and he smirks.

We get into the shower together and as weird as it is, we take it together. I was sure he would try to do someting in the shower but he didn't. I thank him for that. He respected the fact I didn't want to go at it again and that makes me happy. Through, it might mean I won't see him again...

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I feel rejuvenated back at work on Monday. Usually, I still feel sleepy but I can't help but be happy about last weekend.

I did it with that Brandon guy! I thought things were over but last Saturday was so..so...Ugh, I can't be hard at work...

Even if I feel happy, I can't forget how he treated me that morning. He treated me way better than last time but it wasn't the best...even I know but it doesn't matter as long I get to be with him.

As always I arrive at work but one of my colleagues comes bothering me.

"Hey, you seem really happy this morning."

"Yeah.." I become flustered.

"Got a lover now?" That said colleague smirks.

"Huh? Oh no.."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes.." I blush madly.

"Anyways I didn't come here for some chit-chat. There's a new employee."

"Huh? Is it a girl or a boy?"

"I heard it's a girl."

"Oh"

"What's with the sad look?"

"Nothing"

"I heard her desk will be next to yours so.."

Then suddenly a beautiful woman with long light brown hair and brown eyes appears in our direction.

"Is that her?" I point at the woman. The colleague turns around and notices her.

"It must be her." She walks closer and indeed stops right at the desk next to mine.

"Hey there. Are you the new girl?" The said colleague says in a flirty way. Of course, they are always a big flirt. She smiles in return.

"Yes, I am. Who is next to you?" Is she interested in me?!

"Ah, I'm Garrett, Garrett Peterson." She smiles at that. She seems really sweet.

"Then I'll call you Rett. Is that ok with you?"
Immediately it makes me remember Brandon but I shrug it off.

"It's ok."

"Cool, I'm Rachel, Rachel Springboks." She smiles sweetly.

"Nice to meet you, Ms Springboks."

"Oh drop the formalities, call me Rachel or if you feel comfortable, Rach." I look at her in admiration.

"Ok...Rachel.." She smiles upon hearing her name coming from me.

"I assume this is your desk?"

"Yes"

"Then from then on we'll be really good colleagues to each other!"

"Hello? Have I been forgotten?" Even I forgot that my colleague was still standing there. Rachel laughs.

"Don't worry I didn't forget you but I think you have some work to do?" The colleague becomes flustered at that.

"Sorry! I'll get to work." The colleague immediately leaves. Then that Rachel girl suddenly comes closer to me.

"Now tell me. What's the deal with you?"

"Huh?"

"Are you gay?"

"Huh?" I answer panicked.

"Sorry, that was too straightforward of me. I'm not usually like that. I just, the first time I saw you I had a hutch you were gay. Am I right?"

"Um..yes?"

"Really? That's nice. You're the first gay man I've met so far."

"Oh..?"

"Everyone I meet is lesbian but I always wished to have a gay friend." I'm flustered at her comment.

"Oh.."

"I hope I didn't scare you off." She looks at me with puppy dog eyes.

"No.."

"Good! Let's be friends then!"

"Ok.."

"Now before we start working tell me everything about you!"

She seems so eager...I didn't think she was like that but I guess she is nice and sweet so it should be fine.

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It's been a week since Rachel started working at my job and we instantly hit it off. She told me lots of things and I confessed lots of things too. She really is like a confidant. It's overwhelming but I think I'm getting used to it.

It's also been a week since I last saw Brandon and I'm scared. I'm scared he lied to me. He hasn't texted me but I guess I didn't text him back either...I thought he would be too occupied with work but today it's Friday.

I thought it was over last week and realized I really want to see him again. I think I missed him...ok his body too! That's the only thing he shows me.

I really hope he still wants to see me again. I was hopeful last time. He said he would think about it. I really hope he'd want to do it again...

But since it's Friday it's ok if I text him right?

Garrett: Hi!

I didn't expect a text in return remembering last time but I did get one almost immediately.

Brandon: Hi?
Garrett: How are you?
Brandon: Good
Garrett: I'm good too.
Brandon: Finished work?
Garrett: Yes!
Brandon: I just finished too.
Garett: Are you going to that bar?
Brandon: Yeah why?
Garrett: Can I tag along?
Brandon: Oh

He doesn't answer for a few minutes.

Garrett: ???
Brandon: Sorry about that.
Garrett: Ok
Brandon: Don't come to the bar.

What? No...I want to see him again! I'm ready to do anything to be with him again! I'm desperate. I would do anything, anything to make him happy or even pleased. Even if it means I have to be jealous.

It does bother me that he's a playboy but he is starting to warm up to me. If things continue that way he might only want me! Yes, I want him to only want me!

Garett: Why?
Brandon: I have a better idea.

A better idea? What does that mean?

Garrett:?
Brandon: Come to my apartment.

His apartment? Is this supposed to be what I think it is? Will I get to have what I want?

Brandon: Bring your stuff.

Huh?

Garrett: Ok?
Brandon: We're in for a very fulfilling night.
Garrett:?
Brandon: Do I need to spell it out for you?
Garrett: Yes
Brandon: I want you.

I become flustered at the idea of that.

Garrett: To..?
Brandon: I want to f**k you.

I madly blush at his explicit comment.

Brandon: Be ready at 7, 'cause I want you in my bed by then.
Garrett: Ok

Is this really happening? Omg, is this really happening? Will I get to be with him again? I'll get to touch his body again?

I can't wait to be there!