Clay stood surveying the room before him with his hands on his hips.

It was nearly six, so that meant two hours more before Sam arrived and he was a bundle of nerves. Clay had spent a greater part of last night thinking about Sam since he left the latter's apartment yesterday, his mind shuffling between excitement and panic; a heady mixture that made him tipsy.

He began cleaning one in the morning, his primary focus on the living area as he dusted and wiped surfaces, cursing at the dirt accumulated in a week. And to think he was living alone.

The main trouble Clay was facing now was the television which when powered on displayed no signal on the screen. Clay had ambled into the ceiling, trying to figure out where the fault was from with no success. It made the knot in his stomach ache so much that he didn't think twice before slamming the remote control on the cemented wall opposite.

Heaving with frustration at how chaotic the living room still was, he wandered through to the bedroom, stripping off his shirt and balling it up to throw it together in a corner with the others in a pile. Great, he also needed a laundry basket. When she'd moved away, Tina had carried the one they shared with her. He'd need to add it to his list of things to get at the supermarket.

He made his bed with clean sheets and sprayed an air freshener to reduce the stench of his clothes hidden at a corner. The light coming from the lamp on his nightstand was bleak so he switched it off and went out to put on the power supply. When he got back to the living room, he switched off the bulb, relishing for a moment the darkness illuminated by the light coming from the television screen.

He stepped out of his shorts and underwear, chucking them into the corner with his shirt on the pile. There was a thick black net over the window behind the thicker curtains that provided great privacy from prying eyes. Clay liked walking about naked with no one watching, a habit Tina loved. His bedroom was at the flat's extreme and his window overlooked the perimeter where there was a couple of gardens beside a patchwork of yards that backed into allotments so there wasn't anyone to take a peek in anyway.

He felt his tense muscles relax as the cold water of the shower streamed over him, his frustration giving way to bliss. He closed his eyes as the cool water soothed his aching joints, washing the soap suds off. Sam flashed across his mind as he gripped his penis, washing it thoroughly than he would have on a normal day. As if agreeing with his thoughts, his cock responded, thickening in his hands in minutes as he rolled the foreskin back to make sure he was clean all over.

He was seriously hoping they'd do more than watch Glee while eating popcorn on his suede couch and he didn't want to come the minute Sam got his hands — or mouth on him.

After his shower, he slipped on clean boxer briefs, one different from the yellow striped one Sam had seen the other day. God, he'd felt so embarrassed by it. Apart from it being a striking yellow like a sponge, it was unattractive and small subjecting his dick to discomfort each time he had them on. This one was new and black with a white elastic which had ‘Calvin Klein’ stamped in bold letters. Clay was proud at how well they clung to his thighs like a second skin which had never happened before with any briefs he'd worn. He was too skinny and pale and was so self-conscious about the beauty mark above his collarbone. But Sam had seen him in nothing but a towel so at least he knew what was in store for him.

Clay was dressed and applying fresh soft gel to his hair when the doorbell rang. He rushed to take a last look at himself in the bathroom mirror, then rushed down to buzz Sam in. His hair, he was sure was still messy and his black shirt was crumpled due to bad ironing. He'd paired it with his latest maroon shorts and black fluffs. Thankfully, they weren't going out and there was no hope of events being anything other than casual in his jumbled apartment. His couch was comfortable, to say the least, so they'd sit there with their shoes off, popcorn between them.

His heart thrummed wildly as he drew the door open to let Sam in, his eyes all over the latter's attire. Sam's starched shirt was stretched to its limits over his broad shoulders and chest despite the first three buttons already popped open. Clay's eyes trailed down the thin line of black hair running down his chest downward as he licked his lips nervously.

“Hi,” Sam greeted with a smile and stepped closer, leaning down to give Clay a quick kiss on the lips.

Clay inhaled his sharp minty aftershave on Sam's cheek and felt the electricity that came with that singular body contact move up his spine. “Good to see you,” he replied as he drew back.

“Did I come at a bad time?” Sam brushed past him into the house, stopping at the dining area to glance around. Clay shut the door and whirled around, suddenly ashamed of how messy everything looked. He could have done better, he really could.

Sam turned to him now, holding up a bulging shopping bag. “Here, I got these,” he set them on the table, proceeding to unpack the popcorns and mineral water. “I hope you didn't make dinner plans. We'd certainly be filled after having these,”

“I didn't,” Clay's stomach clenched at the milky smell wafting off the popcorns. “My television went all bonkers on me last minute so I had to subscribe my Netflix account. I hope you don't mind us eating on the floor?”

“No, not at all,” Sam smiled, handing him a box and a bottle of mineral water. “That's more comfortable. I'd use your couch when I'm feeling sleepy. It's been a long day,”

Clay led the way and Sam followed closely behind, his eyes on Clay's attractive arse. Clay crouched, kicking off his fluffs and seating himself down on the floor. Sam copied him, sitting cross-legged like a child. They had their popcorns in between them as Clay inputted his password and credentials into the laptop. The next few minutes hot with a debate on which episode and season they should watch. Sam had never watched teenfics or romcoms, the movies he'd grown up with were mostly action or adventure so Clay, though excited had a had time deciding between Glee or Flipped. Eventually, he settled for the former since it was his long time favourite.

They dug into their boxes, focusing on the movie and pausing occasionally for a refill or another mineral bottle. Clay had a great time that when the final episode ended with the cast names and catchy background music, he seemed adamant to move from his position. Sam was already snoring beside him, his lips parted open with his head lolling against the couch. Clay cleared their plates and returned minutes later to see Sam sprawled on the couch, dozing heavily. He sighed, a bit hurt that Sam would be doing less with his hands or mouth.

He pulled down the window blinds then went out to put off the power supply. Glancing out at the yards that overlooked the low fence, the cool air felt hard against his cheeks, alerting him that Sam would need a blanket to get through the night. He got back in, dug out his old one and draped his neighbour with it.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, kissing Sam on his warm cheeks.