You’re Adorable, Arden
August 2010
“You look incredible.” Dean hugged Jamie again for date number two. He was still on cloud nine that Jamie kept to his word and didn’t disappear on him again. He reflected on what Jamie had said about his diagnosis and felt a sense of responsibility to bring him somewhere that was calm and quiet. He wanted to know this boy better. He didn’t want to just party mindlessly with him and not get any deeper than favourite music and favourite drink. This was after all, Future Boy territory, as Jamie had so adorably explained.
Jamie wore a black shirt, black blazer and grey suit trousers with Prada loafers. Dean wasn’t into fashion but was impressed by the label on his shoes nonetheless. And winced at what the possible price tag would be. Maybe a conversation to have later down the line, if they go there he thought, instantly a little nervous at the prospect of their evening.
“Good evening handsome. What a lovely place. You have great taste Archer. Thank you, as always, you look fantastic too.”
Dean was a little less chic. Plain white shirt and dark blue jeans. His nerves subsided when Jamie spoke. He chuckled internally at how different they were but some how it worked, even this early on.
Dean got them a quiet table in a booth with bar service so they could talk and steel kisses when they felt they couldn’t hold back. He wanted Jamie to focus as best he could.
They sat and Jamie immediately started flitting his head around. His eyes wide, taking his new environment in. Dean just smiled on. He didn’t care. He was just happy observing this beautiful, complicated, wonderful being adjust. No pressure. Let him be free. Dean did remember he already had one way of capturing Jamie’s attention.
“Hey, I missed you.” Dean gently took Jamie’s chin in his thumb and forefinger. Delicate against his large hands.
Jamie whimpered again and leaned in. “You too, Dean. I’m glad I get to see you again.” And there, peace established.
“I’m curious about where you’re from, I was a total dick in the bar when we met. What I meant was that I was just surprised you sounded similar to me.” Dean let his hand fall from Jamie’s chin and stroked his cheek. Jamie smiled at him.
“I’m from Oxford originally. I moved to London town after uni and landed a marketing executive job as soon as I arrived and got a couple of promotions since then. My parents are both surgeons so we had a pretty odd relationship growing up. Weird hours and always busy. They loved us obviously, but I think they blamed my diagnosis on themselves which they shouldn’t. I’m just Jamie. I’m a bit of a handful but I hope people are happy to have me around.” Jamie quietened. Dean needed to say something.
“You absolutely are Jamie. Jamie Arden. And I’m so glad we’ve met. I can tell you’re a handful but I’m more than happy to take you on. Maybe you’ve met your match, boy.” Dean grabbed Jamie’s knee and they laughed. “I guarantee everyone is happy to have you around. Parents will always blame themselves for how we turn out, but like I said, it’s a part of you. Not all of you.” Dean had a pang of sadness for Jamie. He was loud, charismatic and handsome, brought up well and successful, yet he was immensely insecure. Dean knew from that moment it wasn’t his job to change Jamie but to let him flourish. Dean sighed out loud at the prospect of being a positive influence in Jamie’s life, if he’d have him.
“You sigh Dean? Why? Regretting me already?” Jamie put on a wicked smirk but Dean knew it was a mask.
“No, I’m just very happy, honestly, I’m obsessed with you already.” Dean grabbed at Jamie’s leg. He felt his cock swell again. Jamie’s body was smaller but it was dense with muscle. He was struggling against the image of them in bed.
“Good. I hope I make you happy. I like making people happy. Where are you from then Archer? Where does this all come from? Are there more of you that I can share with my friends?” Jamie laughed and dragged a finger up Dean’s torso to his neck. The touch made Dean swell again. He swallowed to help subside his desire. It didn’t work.
“You’re not going to believe this, Oxford too. How mad is that? My dad inherited a haulage firm from his dad and runs it out of London. Same, we had a distant relationship but they loved me and my brothers. We had everything we needed growing up.” Dean smiled thinking of his family.
“Oh so there are more of you? Brilliant. I’m happy with you though, for the record.” Jamie’s face became intense. He put his palm at the top of Dean’s thigh. Dean shifted, allowing Jamie to brush his cock.
“Uh yeah, me and two brothers. Both older than me. Henry, two years older and Lee is seven years older. Both doing well, you? You said ‘us’ before.” Dean looked down, Jamie had moved his hand higher. He was so hard.
“Ali, my sister. Two years older than me. She works in the city in publishing. We fight like cats and dogs but I think my parents have asked her to keep an eye on me. Probably best. As I said before, I can be totally wild.” With that, Jamie brushed his forefinger against Dean’s mound. “Fuck Dean. You’re huge. My god.” His finger was gone, replaced with his palm. “You need to kiss me immediately or I’ll rip your clothes off right now.” Dean looked at Jamie in the eyes, he thought he would burst into flames. He grabbed Jamie’s head and pulled him in for an intense kiss. They both almost growled. Jamie’s hands went to Dean’s belt and slipped under to feel his slick head.
Dean gasped. Jamie pushed him back and held Dean’s face. “This is all you’re getting tonight.” Locking eyes with him, Jamie brought the fingers that had just brushed Dean’s head to his lips and sucked them. It was everything- sweet, sexual, everything he saw in Dean.
“Shit. You are wild. Fuck.” He pulled him to his ear, there was that intoxicating scent again. “I can’t wait to have you. Can we last another date, babe?” He let him go.
Jamie smiled cheekily at how he was making Dean hot for him. And the ‘babe’ made him warm inside, he felt claimed and secure. “You will wait until our next date Mr Dean. You’ll have to help yourself out a little longer, shall I send you another image for inspiration?” Jamie laughed as they played with each others hands.
“I’m not even joking when I say yes. Please do. Tonight, when you get home.” Dean pulled Jamie back in by his chin and rubbed his nose against Jamie’s. “I need it.”
“Noted. Now, I’m empty, can we get another round. And I owe you one, so this one is on me.” Jamie relaxed into the Ruby leather of the booth with his palm wrapped around Dean’s right thigh. Dean put his arm across the back of the booth and placed a palm on the back of Jamie’s neck. “I love that feeling.” Jamie said out loud, not sure if it was to Dean to carry on or a thought verbalised. Dean smiled at him from the side.
“Oh hello. Can we trouble you for another round? Same again please. Oh by the way, you’re so pretty.” The barmaid smiled brightly at him.
“Of course, will be back shortly. Thank you so much. You make a beautiful couple.” The barmaid moved away with a more energetic walk to the bar.
“You’re adorable, Arden.” Dean reached up and stroked Jamie’s hair. He was careful not to mess it up. He knew hair like that meant the owner was obsessive over how it looked.
“I am aren’t I? I just like to spread happiness where ever I go. So, couple hey? To complete strangers we look good together. I’ll say it again, I’m so happy you didn’t give up.” He squeezed Dean’s thigh. “Fuck, your legs are fantastic.”
“Well I’m pretty happy with where things are going so who knows, perhaps this IT guy might make a boyfriend out this wild boy one day.” Dean brought his hand back down to Jamie’s neck.
“Mmm, I look forward to it. You ever think sometimes you’re too happy, like something bad will happen, maybe not now but at some point, the universe kind of telling you not to get too comfortable? Like you’ve had too much happiness, more than your fair share?” Jamie started moving his hand in circles on Dean’s thigh. Dean bit his lip.
“Jamie, your mind. It’s a wonderful place. I get what you mean but I think it’s best not too think on things in that way too much, I like the outlook though, what you’re saying is to really appreciate happiness when you have it. Am I right?” Dean brought the arm round Jamie’s neck and hugged him. He kissed his earlobe. He felt Jamie shudder and gasp delicately.
“You’ve known me a matter of days and you get me. You respect the way my crazy, busy head works and interpret what I mean in the most amazing ways.” He snapped his head to Dean to look him in the eyes again. “Your eyes are so beautiful and kind Dean. I don’t want to wait. Not that there is anyone else in the picture, will you be mine? Please? I know it’s silly early in proceedings but why wait?” Jamie’s eyes searched Dean’s for the answer he was looking for.
“You like to take the lead don’t you Arden? My answer?” Dean leaned back to tease him. “Of course. I’ll take on your wildness, every part of the crazy beautiful person that you are. I’m yours.” Dean opened his arms and smiled.
Jamie jumped on him and hugged him and kissed him hard. “Thank you. You’ve made me very happy. Thank you. Thank you. I don’t want to let you get away again.” Jamie kissed him eagerly even more.
“I’m yours from here on out. We better get up babe. I’m hard as fuck and I can’t have you on top of me like this, I can’t contain myself.” Dean pushed Jamie back up, laughing as Jamie squeezed his mound.
“Date three, this is going to be so hard. Sorry, no pun intended.” Jamie belly laughed as the barmaid appeared with their drinks.
“Thank you. Ignore him, he’s tipsy.” Dean said over him as Jamie rocked back and forth.
“Enjoy your evening you two.” She smiled and walked away.
“Are you finished?” Dean joined in laughing with him. He adored him. He brought a hand to Jamie’s back. “Listen, how does coming to my apartment for dinner sound? Maybe Friday? If it’s too soon just…”
“Yes. I’m there. I can’t cook so don’t expect me to do that. I can drink though if that helps? Where is home for you anyway?” Jamie composed himself.
“I can cook babe, don’t worry. I’m in Notting Hill. Love it there. No I don’t live in the house with the blue door or have ever been in the bookshop before you ask.” He laughed.
Jamie laughed back at him. “Love Notting Hill. Oh god no, bloody tourists.” He took a swig of his drink. “Just planning. That’s Northern Line from me, change to Central Line to you? I’m in Primrose Hill area.”
“Looks like you have it all sorted then. Primrose? Full of art and culture there. I’ll have to come to you after that.” Dean was feeling so excited at being able to talk about plans rather than just imagining them.
“You absolutely will. I love the area. Costs a fucking fortune but mum and dad help me out. Is that childish?” Jamie asked, he wanted to impress Dean.
“I’m a 29 year old IT consultant living in Notting Hill with no housemates and I own, what do you think? Of course bank of mum and dad supported. Are you vegetarian babe?” Dean asked, mundane questions but they were big to him, finding out exactly what Jamie liked. He wanted to make everything perfect for him.
“Oh ok cool, I only rent at the moment. Couple more years in this job or another promotion and I’m going to buy, and yes I’ll be applying to the bank of mum and dad again for support.” He laughed and rubbed Dean’s hand in his. “No I love meat. Probably a good thing.” They both laughed.
“Yeah, probably best. Dirty boy.” Dean hugged him tightly again.
They agreed times for that Friday and went their separate ways on the Central and Northern Lines, home.
When at home, Jamie stripped as he walked into his bedroom. It was torture knowing what body lay under Dean’s clothes and what he felt in his crotch. Not to mention the feelings bubbling up inside him. His own cock stiffened at the thought. He decided to give Dean something to thinking about over the next few days.
He lay back and recorded a clip, dragging the phone across his body. Giving hints of his cock and behind. He wanted to make Dean almost angry with frustration. He hit send.
Jamie: Home now. Thank you for a perfect evening. I laughed, felt heard and respected but most of all, understood. You get me Archer. Here’s a little thank you. X
Dean had got home and flopped onto his sprawling couch with a glass of red wine. He felt the need to acknowledge his final night in months as a single man. He was so happy he could have burst. In fact, Jamie had wound up him up so much he thought he would actually need to.
His phone buzzed. He read what Jamie had to say. He smiled at the beautiful words. Then he scrolled and almost choked. “Fuck, is he kidding? Am I actually with this guy? He’s incredible!” He shouted to himself.
He hit play. Watching open mouthed as the camera panned over Jamie’s body’s lines. His body was smaller than Dean’s but he was strong. Elegant arms and legs, muscular but agile. Skin without a blemish. His behind was round and firm, he panned the camera to the top of his thigh, giving Dean a hint of a long and solid cock, neatly topped with hair, the only place Jamie allowed any except his head.
Dean was boosted by the alcohol and did something he never does. He pulled his cock free of his jeans. He propped his phone against his chin and hit record. He pulled his shaft frantically, while Jamie’s clip played again. He closed his eyes and imagined himself with Jamie now. Deep, passionate, finally. Sex. He blew over his shirt. A frustrating explosion. If this was Jamie’s intention then mission accomplished. Dean gasped and laughed, snapping his head back.
Dean: Babe, you can’t send me stuff like that from Primrose Hill and not expect me to do this…
He hit send.
Jamie replied immediately after the length of time the video took to play.
Jamie: Oh Dean. Friday, it’s on. I hope you make something that’s quick to eat. I appreciate your efforts but I need this to myself immediately. I was going to ask if I inspired you, clearly the answer is yes. Get some sleep babe. You’ll need it. Text me tomorrow. Good night my Future Boy. X
Dean: Couldn’t help myself. I’ll do my best but I want you to experience my cooking. You’ll get to know food is the way to my heart. Good night my Wild Boy. X
Jamie ‘love hearted’ the message.
Dean slept in bursts all night, waking up and thinking the night over and grinning to himself.
Jamie slept heavily all night. He was looking for calm, safety and to be understood. He found it. He didn’t need to stay awake worrying about that anymore.
