My Man

Intro:

Nigel has dreamed of owning his own bakery since he was a very young boy, and he is now, finally, living his dream. Another dream of Nigel’s, sharing his life with a man who he loves and cherishes and who loves and cherishes him, is still just a dream. Nigel is very outgoing in general, but quite shy when it comes to intimacy, and fears that his shyness has scared away more than one man in his life. Someday, he tells himself, I will meet the man of my dreams. Nigel’s business partner and sister, Pamela, tirelessly plays matchmaker for her brother, but is beginning to wonder if Nigel will ever know the love and happiness that she, too, wishes for her younger brother, that is, until a very special customer enters the bakery.

Excerpt:

On the Wednesday of Nigel’s second week as a proud business owner, Nigel had his back turned when a man walked up to the counter. “Excuse me,” the man said. Nigel immediately turned around. “I’m so sorry, sir. What can I get for you?” The man ordered a chocolate-chocolate chip sweetie-pie with chocolate frosting. “A gutsy move, sir,” Nigel teased. “I like to take risks,” the man said, as he patted his stomach. “Oh, no calories in these sweetie-pies,” Nigel assured, with a wink. The man was nice, and one of the few people that Nigel felt immediately comfortable with, as well as felt a definite and immediate attraction to. “Is this to go?” Nigel asked. “No, sir. I plan to sit right over there and enjoy every bite of this delight,” the man said, and pointed to the far corner. “I work at the ad agency down the street. “Well, let me know if you need anything,” Nigel said, and watched as the man walked away. Nigel glanced the man’s way a few times while he was sitting at the table in the corner, and was a little embarrassed to find the man looking back. Nigel tried to busy himself with his work, but he wanted to go over and talk to the man.

Nigel was nervous, but when Drake’s lips lightly brushed his, he welcomed the kiss. Drake’s kiss was as real and as passionate as his laugh. It had been a long time since Nigel had been kissed like that. Nigel watched as Drake left his house.

He gently took Nigel’s glass from him and set it down. He licked the wine that trickled down Nigel’s chin. He held Nigel’s mouth and formed his own lips to Nigel’s lips. Nigel leaned his head back, and Drake slowly unbuttoned Nigel’s shirt, leaving it closed until the very last button was undone. Then he slid his hand into the open shirt, placing his warm hand flat upon Nigel’s chest. Nigel gasped, or moaned, he was not certain which. “Nigel, will you come to my bed?” Nigel loved the politeness of this man. Nigel answered, “Yes”, and followed Nigel to his bed, leaving his shirt open, and slipping a finger into the back of the pants of the man who guided him. Drake stopped for a second when he felt Nigel’s finger lightly touch his skin as he walked.