The office was not far away and there was almost no traffic at this time of the day. It was too early for lunch and the morning traffic was already gone. I was painfully aware that I had not finished what I had started as it had made me horny as hell. I told myself I was enough of a serious player that I wouldn't let something like this bother me. Andy met me at the door to the office. "I'm glad you could make it. We'll start straight away." He walked me to the meeting room and I rushed in, smiling and nodding to the guys I knew in the room. "Bowie, I'd like you to meet Matthew Hill. We were lucky to get him from Madrid on such short notice. He's one of the best in the business." I was instantly worried about the pink shirt and the missing tie. There he was, looking absolutely gorgeous in a stylish dark suit, Matt. "I have to confess, Mr Thornton, Bowie and I already know each other." Matt had the sweetest grin I had ever seen on his face. He and Andy went on to talk about how we had met when we were five and went through college together. I didn't say a word. My eyes were fixed on his beautiful brown eyes and full lips. He was slightly taller than me and had the same athletic build playing football had brought him in college. I was dying to sit down and start the meeting, if just to hide my semi-hard cock.
The meeting took my mind off everything else, but I could not help noticing how professional Matt was. He had grown to be a confident, well-spoken man with excellent manners. I wondered what he thought of me after four years. We had not seen each other after graduation and there was a reason for that. We had been best friends since we were kids and through college the only things that could keep us apart were our classes and his football practice. On our last night in the dorm I had told him I had a crush on him. What I meant to say was that I was in love with him, but I figured I would get the same reaction either way. He had not been rude. He had been a friend and packed his bags without ever humiliating me by listing reasons why he didn't want to be more than my friend. Now we were sitting next to each other in a meeting room trying to figure out the best way to save a medium sized pharmaceutical company.
The meeting ended after a bit over an hour. I decided this was not the time or the place to talk to Matt. He had given everyone his number and e-mail address. I could send him e-mail when I had carefully considered what I wanted to say. I might have said anything, if I tried to talk to him now. We both got our papers and files, but before I could start any official goodbyes and small talk, Matt looked at me with his deep brown eyes and said: "It's almost lunch time. I don't know any good places around here, but I'm sure you do. How about a quick bite? It's been too long and we need to catch up." I could have sunk into his eyes and lived there happily ever after. Anything he wanted, I could not resist. Anyway, what's the harm in a lunch with an old friend?
"Sure, sounds good. I know a small Italian bistro just down the road. They serve amazing home made pasta and some good salads." Matt smiled and his smile seemed genuine. He was on a good mood. We left my car at the office and walked. After the first few lines about our lives now the conversation started flowing more naturally and I almost forgot how tense I had been. Matt had studied law, which made me happy I had done economics. He had an interest in new technology and patent laws and had graduated fast. I told him little about my own career and deliberately left out that I lived with my sister. I was not embarrassed of Marie, but somehow it felt a bit like saying I was living with my mother.
We were seated next to the window and both Matt and I ordered the Marinara. It's my favourite and I was quite pleased when Matt kept giving me compliments for my choice. He told me he had stopped playing football in Madrid, as the scene was too competitive and winked. "Surely you'd have no problem finding a team to play for. You're in a good shape and you've always understood strategy." I was on a good mood too, enjoying his company whole-heartedly. "Well, to be honest, I had a leg injury a couple of years ago and my doctor told me to take it easy with football. I began training too early and never fully recovered." His face was more serious now and I felt a sudden burst of sympathy and a pain in my stomach. Something inside my head was telling me I should have known about this. I should have been there for him. My hand moved on his on instinct and almost as suddenly my heart was racing as my mind realised what I was doing. It wasn't only that I was touching a friend who once ran away because of my feelings, but he had always been very careful to keep his sexuality a secret. His hand felt warm and I had to fight my own feelings to keep my hand where it was. I took my hand off and looked down feeling panic building up. I had to fix this somehow. "That's a real shame. I know how passionate you were about football..." I was talking to the table.
Out of nowhere a warm hand took mine. I lifted my eyes and was staring into Matt's. He was smiling a bit. "I've been thinking about looking for something else." He held my hand firmly and looked into my eyes. "I'll be honest with you, Bowie." I nodded and braced myself for what was to come. Maybe once he said it, we could be friends again. "I wasn't going to fly here from Madrid for this case, but then I saw your name on the file." That made sense. We were friends for a long time. "I wanted to get in touch with you before, but you're not easy to find, Bowie Nichols." His smile grew wider. "I try to make sure my mother doesn't know my address." I smiled too, inspired by his warm hand and soft pleasant voice. I would settle for a friendship with this man. I did not have too many good friends and he was the one who knew most about me. "We'll talk about the problems at the home front later, I remember your mother and what she can be like. But there's something I need to say to you and if I don't say it now, I will feel disappointed with myself. I'm flying back to Madrid tomorrow morning." "I would have found that out sooner or later." Matt laughed and gave me a smile. "No, not that Bowie. I wanted to ask you out for dinner tonight, but as the opportunity came around, I took it and ran. Bowie..."
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