The UCLA guy
He's a cutie. Nicely built, about 5'9'', dark eyes, dark, slightly salt-n-pepper hair. He's wearing a UCLA sweatshirt and low-rise, faded jeans that have a hole at the knee. Gray flannel boxers peek out over the waistline of his jeans.
"Do you think he's cute?" I ask Grant, gesturing over to where he's standing.
"Uh huh" I don't need an answer... Grant is staring straight at him, doing that little flirtratious thing he does with his eyes. Our physical types occasionally interesect, Grant and I.
He approaches the bar to get a drink, and as he walks by us, Grant looks at him, and
innocently looks away. This catches his interest. He looks over at me, and then smiles at both of us.
"You go to UCLA?" I ask. His eyes light up.
"A long time ago I did! I'm Steve by the way."
"Go Bruins!" I say, raising my glass. Clink. Clink. Clink.
"I'm Andrew. And this is Grant." We all shake hands with Steve.
"You've got beautiful hands," Steve says, holding on to Grant's hand after they've shaken. He examines his hand slowly, touching his fingers, turning it over and gazing at his palm. Grant does have beautiful hands. They are slender and artistic. He has long fingers and naturally shiny, healthy fingernails. Steve's hands, in contrast, are rugged - he has short, thick fingers with a slight smattering of curly, dark hairs. I notice a small callous on his thumb - like he worked in construction.
Grant is basking in the attention. It's so adorable to watch. I wink at him.
"And is this your boyfriend?" Steve asks.
"Do you think he's cute?" I ask Grant, gesturing over to where he's standing.
"Uh huh" I don't need an answer... Grant is staring straight at him, doing that little flirtratious thing he does with his eyes. Our physical types occasionally interesect, Grant and I.
He approaches the bar to get a drink, and as he walks by us, Grant looks at him, and
innocently looks away. This catches his interest. He looks over at me, and then smiles at both of us.
"You go to UCLA?" I ask. His eyes light up.
"A long time ago I did! I'm Steve by the way."
"Go Bruins!" I say, raising my glass. Clink. Clink. Clink.
"I'm Andrew. And this is Grant." We all shake hands with Steve.
"You've got beautiful hands," Steve says, holding on to Grant's hand after they've shaken. He examines his hand slowly, touching his fingers, turning it over and gazing at his palm. Grant does have beautiful hands. They are slender and artistic. He has long fingers and naturally shiny, healthy fingernails. Steve's hands, in contrast, are rugged - he has short, thick fingers with a slight smattering of curly, dark hairs. I notice a small callous on his thumb - like he worked in construction.
Grant is basking in the attention. It's so adorable to watch. I wink at him.
"And is this your boyfriend?" Steve asks.
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