Hot Sunday

Fuck it was hot, forty degrees. All I could manage was Japanese and then the ice cream shop in Lygon Street, with Ben.

We got really stoned first, of course. Ben's eyes go the most adorable shade of red when he is ripped. He can't hide it, it just does that to him. And, I've been promising myself that I would give it up. Ah well, Ben bought it over, what could I say?

We ate Thai.

Ben came in snug blue shorts and a tight blue singlet, full show.

Ben and I were walking home late, dusk had fallen and night time was inching in. There weren't too many people around, you've got to like the holidays and people being away.

I'm not really sure why, but I had the urge to take Ben's hand, so I did. He kind of looked at me, but didn't pull his hand away. It felt good, his warm, big hand.

"I can't... you know, not tonight... Amy will be home."

I laughed. "I'm not expecting... you know. Just walking home."

He smiled, kind of, confused, I guess. "Oh."

"It just feels nice."

He laughed, kind of in his throat. "Yeah."

"Walking with a handsome man."

"Stop it." He laughed.

"Even if he is straight." I couldn't help but add.

"Shhhh." Ben gripped my hand and then re-gripped it.

It was, actually, a nice night for a walk.