Unbound (The Wild Ride)

*Zacky’s P.O.V.*

I couldn’t sleep much last night… I kept thinking about how happened with Mr. Haner. I don’t want to see him again yet I might go crazy if I don’t. It was the best sex I’ve ever had and I think I might be addicted to it. I try not to think about as I get ready to go for my regular physical which is required by my job at Guitar Center.

Everything went normal and then the nurse pulled out needles.
“We’ll need some blood for tests,” she says.
I give her my arm… probably a random drug test. I got nothing to hide. I know I’m clean. She takes my blood and leaves. I wait impatiently. Then after what feels like forever, she returns.
“Everything looks good Mr. Baker,” says the nurse, “I’ll let you get changed.”
She slides the curtain and closes the door. I couldn’t wait to get out of this hospital gown. The door opens and closes. That’s strange.
“Occupied,” I announce.

“I know.”

That voice… it can’t be. The curtain swings open and there he is…
“Mr. Haner,” I whisper.
“Brian Haner,” he says.
Brian, huh… interesting. Brian closes the curtain. He takes a step closer. I take a step back. He grabs my hips and sets me onto the bed table, as if I weighed nothing. He must definitely work out.
“Very healthy,” he says, “I like that.”
I roll my eyes but stop midway, I don’t need another spanking right now.
“Why do you deny my compliments?” he asked as he gets as close as humanly possible.
“I know it’s not true,” I snap, “I’ve been around the block a couple times to know when someone is blowing smoke up my ass.”
“I never lie Zachary.”
I almost go into shock, “How do you know my name?”

“I check your charts.”

Wow, stalker much?

“I needed to know you were clean.”
“Clean?”
“Yeah, because I absolutely fucken hate wearing condoms, but I didn’t know what I was getting into last night otherwise I would have fucked you bareback.”
I look down at the fingers that I was twiddling on my lap. So that’s why the nurse took my blood.
“You don’t look like you got much sleep,” he says, “I couldn’t sleep either. It’s hard to sleep when I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Last night was amazing… such an honor to be with you.”
Last night was amazing, I won’t deny that, but he got what he wanted.
“Just coming back for more?” I ask, “I don’t want to be your human toy.”
“Quite frankly Zachary, I’m fucken tired of human toys… I mean I like toys but I think I want someone more than a toy.”
“Why me?” I ask, “Why am I so special?”
“I don’t know,” he answers, “but I don’t feel this way to anyone else.”
“You don’t want me,” I tell him.
“Yes I do,” he retorts, “and I thought you wanted me.”
That’s just my penis giving you mixed signals Mr. Haner… my stupid stupid penis.
“Isn’t that why you rolled your eyes and left the bar?” He asks.
“I did it to piss you off,” I tell him, “I wasn’t planning on sex.”
His eyes grow wide.
“Don’t count it as rape,” I comfort him, “The other guy’s actions was rape… yours wasn’t.”
He relaxes with a sigh. He reaches into his black sports jacket and pulls out a beige envelope. He sets it on my lap.
“I have reservations at Maria’s tonight. The one on Golden Avenue. It’s at seven o’ clock sharp. I would love to take out to dinner.” He taps the envelope twice, “Read that completely before you choose to come or not.” Then he leaves the room.
Maria’s?! It’s supposed to be the best restaurant in town… and ever so expensive. Why would he want to spend so much money on me? Money’s nice, but I know there are more important things than money. I set the envelope down and resume to changing into my normal clothes.

Since I didn’t have to go to work today, I head straight home to my humble apartment. Once I got settled in, I immediately open the envelope. When it comes to surprises and presents, I get to eager and impatient. It’s a letter.

Zachary,
You are a mysterious person. You glow like a light and like a moth, I can’t help but be attracted to you. I always want to know what you’re thinking about and what makes you blush so much, which is quite cute by the way. I told you my given name because I want to get closer to you. I prefer only my family to say my given name, but you are the absolute only exception. I know the location of where we had sex was indeed an inappropriate place and I wish we could have had our first time somewhere more special. Maybe next time, if you’re interested. I want a special relationship with you. I’ll tell you now, I’ve never been the flowers and chocolates man. Although, I will have an obligation to spoil you. I think you should have what you deserve. Before you decide to have said relationship with me, I thought I should tell you what you’ll be getting yourself into. I’m not normally into the boyfriend thing so don’t expect me to be a Romeo-type of guy. I’m plenty different from most men. There will be a bedroom at my residence for you to use if you want. Decorate it however you like, leave whatever you want there. I’m not saying for you to move in, it’s all part of the perks of being in said relationship with you. I’d like to discuss more about this relationship if you choose to accompany me at dinner.

Hope to see you there.
Brian E. Haner Jr.

I feel like I’m reading a letter written by Shakespeare. It’s kinda romantic and yet he writes that’s he isn’t a Romeo-type of guy. Talk about socially awkward. Not into the flowers and chocolates? Well, that’s kinda okay. I don’t really care for flowers, but I love chocolate… although it doesn’t love me. Stupid jelly rolls. I’ve always wanted to go to Maria’s, but would it be worth it? I mean, why him? He might be just tricking me like every other guy has. I want love and this letter gives me the assumption that he’s not been in the love scene. Although, he did say I’m different… maybe he’ll give me the relationship I want. He wrote that he’s different from most guys… what’s that supposed to mean? I have so many questions and the only way they’ll be answered is if I go to that dinner, but going means saying yes to being with him. I walk to my bedroom and open my closet. I let out a sigh… what would I even wear?

Notes

Thoughts??