I've got champagne, cheese, bread, chocolates and lube in the picnic basket. I'll grab his hot butt, throw him in the car and we're off to Palm Springs for the rest of the day -- and night. Drew'll be in heaven, just to be away from that stupid catering office.
Okay -- did I do everything -- referred all emergencies to Dr. Townsend, gave Donny the phone number for real emergencies -- checked with Lucinda to make sure she does the windows before next week's dinner party....packed new silk boxers we gave each other in our Christmas stockings this year...God, this is definitely one of those days where I feel like we could just make love for hours and hours and hours....
"He's what? Sick?"
I'm standing in the middle of Andrew's catering company, and I think I may have just gotten him fired. Appears Andrew called in sick...and isn't. Damnit. First thought? Woops, sorry Andrew...second thought? "Then where the hell are you, Andrew?"
I'm back in the car when the phone rings. "I want you, Dr. Lewis. I broke into your office and I'm here, waiting --naked, waiting for you..."
Wow.
"Drew, I'm in the car. I'm two miles from the house....I'm unzipping my pants....driving...talking to you...."
"Eric, don't. Don't do a thing till I'm with you. I'll meet you at home in a few minutes. Be waiting."
I'm in the wildest mood. In the almost three years we've known each other, there have been these times. These times where love and lust, the need to give and the urgency to take have come together so violently, so powerfully that, in any other situation, with someone else, it'd be wrong. It's twisted and bizarre -- but with Andrew, with Andrew, we can push ourselves to these limits, these far reaches of sensuality where we come together like comets.
This is when I know we'll be together forever -- no matter what happens because of how rare this is. How lucky we are.
