Evan & Anton

It was late on Thursday evening. 

Anton was in the bath, so it was just me, sitting half naked, feet up on the sofa, watching Hell's Kitchen on YouTube. It's one of those 10-hour-long compilations. None bleeped. So every five minutes, the apartment is alive with the sound of Gordon Ramsey swearing. Fuck this. Shit that. All that stuff. 

Anyway... I had just heard someone go, "I have a suggestion... Grow some balls, Devon," when the doorbell rang. 

"Get that, will you? I'm naked and wet here!" Anton yells from the bathroom. 

"I'm in me boxers." 

"You're more dressed than me. Go on, Hugo Boss."

"Whatever." 

 

I get up and answer the door. The delivery driver looks me up and down as I stand there in just my black boxer briefs, leaning on the door frame. 

"Erm... ... ... erm ... erm ... you're ... you're ... you're ..." 

"Meat feast and American hot with extra spicy sausage?" I raise my eyebrow as he bites his lip and nods. I tip him £20. "Keep the change." I close the door with a wink. 

 

"He was cute." 

"You didn't invite him in, did you?" 

"Hah! Who do you take me for?" 

"... ... ... You didn't invite him in, did you?"

"No. I didn't. Though he looked as though he was checking me out. Can't say I blame him. He's got eyes after all." 

"And good sense to leave when he did, you narcissist." 

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you. babe." 

"... ... ... Plate those up, will you?" 

"They're in boxes. We don't need plates."

"My hands are wet, remember." 

"Ugh, fine. Do you want a knife and fork as well?" 

"Just the plate." 

Anton emerges from the bathroom. He is draped in a towel and nothing else. 

He saunters over to me and sits on my lap, moving my pizza box aside so he can get a better seat. 

"You haven't dried properly," I say, using the towel to wipe the grease off my hands. 

"Sorry." He isn't sorry at all.

I begin to towel him off, tousling his hair. 

"So, what you wanna do tonight? Besides... the obvious?" 

"Watch a film?" 

"Yeah. What you have in mind?" 

"Full Monty?"

"We talking the film or ... ... ... I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Yeah, go on. Let's watch that. Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful."