Diego & Germán - 4. Chapter IV: Dinner without candles

# That is the reason I could not detect him. He has been modified for stealth. It would be interesting to know what exactly are his abilities.#

* This morning it was him looking. Oh my Uda! How long has he been watching? What have I been doing in the last weeks? How often have I wanked outside? *

# That would be about once every evening for the last weeks. Not that I have been counting. #

I’ll die of shame. -- Fuck that modified freak. He has no right to intrude. -- Yeah, classy, Diego, a faggot calling names. -- Why is he looking at me like that?

I’d been so busy arguing with myself in my head, Germán was looking at me as if he was beginning to suspect my mental stability. I guess I’d been on my own for too long.

What do I say?

“Welcome?” I attempted.

“It’s been quite a while since I left Shboa, and I haven't seen anyone since then. I was so happy seeing the lights of your camp, I just thought I’d come visit.”

Ohhh, you liar. That’s not the whole truth. I know you've been watching for some time.

# I cannot find any obvious modifications. They have been well hidden.#

* Thanks Lisa. I may take it upon myself to study him up close and personal. -- Oh, fuck. I’ll have to begin pinching myself. My mind keeps going down the drain. -- Why, Uda, why are you giving me, after weeks of deprivation, a straight hunk like that? -- Who by the way, by now probably thinks you’re retarded. *

# Or planning his escape route. #

“Maybe we could share dinner?” He asked sounding insecure. Pretending was really not his thing. It was written all over his face: he was desperate for a decent meal.

At least he is not phony, his face betrays him, he can’t hide. He’s such a cutie! “Ouch!” I’ll have to cut my nails if he’s going to stay for a couple of days, or I’ll leave a bloody trail on my body. Maybe pinching wasn't the best idea.

“Excuse me? Did you say something?”

“Yes, of course we can” I answered with my best smile.

I’m going to burst if I have to have dinner again. But I’d like the company of a hunky punky -- Ouch!

“I was just thinking about preparing some food.”

# Yeah, that is the reason you had your hand on your junk. #

* Did I ever tell you, you look dashingly beautiful when you shut your mouth? *

“My recipes are a bit limited, do you have any preference?”

The answer was prompt. “Right now I’d eat anything. I've been eating berries and whatever I can fish or hunt for a couple of months now…”

Who the hell is this guy? Not even the most primitive colonists eat animals! Yuck!

I guess my face showed what I was thinking, because his voice became lower and lower until he was just mumbling. Not that my face usually showed what I was thinking. Being gay, my training and the family politics had schooled my facial expression pretty well, but this guy was just too much.

Here comes an animal eating stud and tells me he wants to have dinner with me. Am I awake? Or is loneliness affecting me? Ruffles’ and Lisa’s sensors say he is here, so I guess he’s no hallucination. -- Yep, he’s blushing again. The sensors don’t lie.

“Just wait a second, I’ll program something.”

* Lisa, prepare something good and nourishing for the meat-eating, hot stallion... -- Ouch! *

I went into the tent, leaving Ruffles outside, watching Germán’s every move. Good looking or not, I wasn't taking any chances.

After putting on a t-shirt and some shorts, I took out my folding table and two stools, and brought them outside. I went back to get the dishes and cutlery and placed those on the table. Germán had his hands in his pockets and was watching Ruffles, sitting a couple of meters away. After I’d arranged everything under the lamp, I approached Germán. Even a surprised and confused host should have the minimal courtesy of greeting a guest the way it should be done.

“So, if we’re going to eat together, we may as well introduce ourselves the proper way. I am Diego, son of Espe, from the Belmonte de Ludi.” I placed my hand on my chest and bowed the correct fifteen degrees without losing eye contact. “And now that we know each other, you can call me Diego.”

As I stood, I was confronted with enormous, beautiful cobalt eyes, wide open in surprise. Blond, thick eyebrows separated the eyes from a wide forehead, which ended in full, dirty blond hair, long enough to show some locks. A broad face, with a powerful jaw, was covered by a long beard. His open mouth, with luscious, red lips was just too tempting. Ouch! He was really handsome, but in a brutish, primeval way, that was really doing it for me. Ouch! Stop harassing him!

“Oh! Sorry, I didn't want to…”

I stopped him with a movement of my hand.

“I’m not my family. I’m just Diego, the black sheep, a normal guy, who’s invited you to dinner. There’s no one in thousand of kilometers, let’s keep things simple and without formalities.”

He relaxed a bit, and walked by me to sit at the table. From behind the view was even better than from the front.

Whooohooo! Ouch!

# Well, yeah, I admit it, that ass is worth framing and nailing on the wall. #

I just sighed, and kicked myself mentally again, for behaving like a teenager in lust. This was so not like me.

~~~

Dinner with Germán was a unique experience. Not just the way he gobbled up all the food I put on his plate, but the movements he used while doing it. The display of his pecs and biceps moving below the thin fabric of his t-shirt had my rapt attention. Muscles moving like waves on the sea, up and down. I enjoyed the performance for at least an hour, absolutely hard from beginning to end. I really tried not to get caught looking below his chin, but I don’t think he noticed anything. He was so concentrated in putting as much food as possible in his mouth, I don’t think he even listened to a word I was saying. I’ll have to ask Lisa if I made a fool of myself, because I don’t remember anything either.

After he had finished, I gave him a napkin. He looked like a baby with his first food. I thought about offering to clean his t-shirt, but if he took it off, I would probably have embarrassed myself… more than I already had.

After cleaning his mouth with the napkin, he looked at me and smiled.

Oh no! That smile. -- Change the subject! -- We weren't talking about anything… -- Doesn't matter, change the subject!

“So, do you come here often?”

I heard a deep belly laugh as answer.

Thank Uda he thinks that was an attempt at humor. -- I could get used to that laugh.

“Tell me something about you. I've been talking this whole time.”

His face lost the smile. He looked at me half sad and half panicked.

“I mean, are you staying for long?”

Yeah right, just so subtle, he’s not going to think you’re hitting on him at all.

“I mean, are you sleeping here tonight?”

Fuck it! If I don’t shut my big mouth, he’s going to do it with his fist.

“I’m not trying to throw you out, I was just curious. There’s plenty of space here for you to put up your tent.”

Yeah, put on your most innocent face. You may even get out of this one with all the bits of your face in the right place.

He answered with a big smile. “I left my moto behind. If you don’t mind I could put my tent over there. I see you are very well equipped, I really could use your help.”

No, don’t go there. You know he didn't mean it that way.

“No problem. We can share the shower, I mean, the bath. Yeah. No problem.”

When did I become stupid? I have two Ph.D.s for Uda’s sake!

“Thanks. I’ll get my vehicle and be back in a minute.” He answered with a big smile.

And yes, I looked as he was leaving, strictly for scientific reasons. Not checking his ass at all.

As I was cleaning up and washing the dishes, I thought about the meeting.

And what now? He’s funny, and easy to talk to, but tonight we should go to bed early. Tomorrow we’ll see about the clothes. I’ll tell Lisa to make something tight and sexy for him. Ouch! -- Stop it. He’s way out of your league, and he’s your guest. So, behave. -- Maybe I should offer him the chance to take a shower… Ouch! -- Fuck! I’ll tell him to take the shower tomorrow, while I’m out.

With a big sigh I entered the bathroom to prepare myself to go to bed. I took my clothes off and put on a pyjamas bottom, even though I usually slept naked. After all, I had a guest. The pyjamas were a bit large, and hung low on my hips, but they would do. I began my nightly ritual, brushing my teeth.

A couple of minutes later, a light sound revealed that Germán was back, and Ruffles, who had stayed outside, confirmed it. I got out with the toothbrusher still in my mouth to see if he was doing OK. Yeah, I know, I’m refined like that.

Germán had parked the moto under the lamp, and was taking out his bags from the vehicle, with his elbows up, and one bag on each hand, like a big bird caught robbing grocery bags on his wings out of a shopping cart. As soon as he saw me, he froze in that position.

Now what? Do I have toothpaste on my face? I mean outside my mouth? Am I drooling? Is my pyjama still on? I looked down at myself. Yep, looks OK. -- Shit! Shit! Shit! Why does he make me so insecure? Has he never seen anyone brushing their teeth?

As he noticed he was staring, he blushed.

“Sorry, ehm, I was thinking, if you could make me a new toothbrusher, mine is broken”. He said as he lowered his arms, leaving the bags on the floor.

Surprise! It wasn't my charms that had him enraptured.

“No problem. I’ll program the processor, and tomorrow morning you’ll have a new one.” I answered, trying not to spout too much toothpaste.

“Thanks, that’s great. I have been brushing my teeth with a simple toothbrush, and it’s just not the same.”

“You should go to the dentist, you’ll probably need a deep cleaning.”

His face darkened a little, and his eyes shifted to the side. Is he afraid of dentists?

“Yeah, thanks, I will.”

“Well, I can also offer you one, you know, with a whitening tray and such. You’d have to stay the day with your mouth shut, but it’s not like there’s anyone interesting to speak to”.

“Really? You would do that for me? That would be amazing.”

Yay, he won’t have to talk to me for one day. At least he could conceal his excitement.

But he ended with “And about the conversation, there’s just the right number of people around,” and a big toothy smile on his face.

Is he hitting on me? Ouch! -- Am I really so starved for attention I’ll interpret everything as an innuendo? I better go to bed. -- Yeah, as if I’ll be able to sleep any. -- Fuck. Why am I always so contrarian with myself. It would be a lot easier if I got along.

“OK. So we’ll talk about everything tomorrow, and I’ll prepare anything you need. While you are here,” I hope it’s a long time “I’ll do whatever you need.” Ops, that didn't come out quite right. “I mean, like the toothbrusher, and so.”

“Awesome. Some of my stuff is broken, and I've run out of some other things, like decent holos, and lotion, and soap. I don’t know how I’m going to pay you back for your kindness.”

Don’t worry, I’ll find some ways you can pay me back. Ouch! -- Shit! I’ll have to stop pinching, or I’ll end up hooked on BDSM. Aversion therapy does not work.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a problem at all. The machines are here, and using them doesn't cost me anything. I’m my own boss, and the critters are slaving away, doing my work, so I can take the time off. Just wait a second until I finish with the teeth and I’ll help you to put up your tent.”

While we were talking, he seemed a little distracted, so I promised myself not to come out of my tent dribbling toothpaste again. You've been educated better than this. -- Well, it was a hard day for him too. And finding someone to help him out must have been quite a relief. He’s tired. -- I hope he tells me his story sometime, it must be interesting.

I went inside, rinsed my mouth, put on a t-shirt, and went out again. As I was approaching him, he briefly changed his expression, maybe relieved? But it was just an instant, and then gone.

What? You don’t recognize me without slobber? Disappointed I put on a t-shirt? -- Oh man! There’s no fixing me.

We both erected his tent together, even though my help was not really necessary. It wasn't much more than pushing a button and planting the pegs, but we had some good laughs. Then he took his bags in, and came back out, to say good night.

We stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Do I kiss him goodnight?

“Well, then, good night” I said to break the silence.

“Good night” he answered quietly.

I went back to my tent knowing I wouldn't be sleeping tonight.