Owen Butler’s brow furrowed as he gazed at his iPhone. He and his boyfriend Nick were shopping at the Chapelfield Mall in the city of Norwich. It was a monthly excursion and one that Owen looked forward to for the purchase of new clothes and a decent coffee or two. Nick had gone off to the gents leaving Owen still browsing men’s underwear in the House of Fraser. As he’d been fondling some rather nice boxers, he’d received a rather cryptic text from his boyfriend.
Meet me at the Apple store in five minutes. N. x
Owen huffed. It was Valentine’s Day and Nick hadn’t said a thing about what they might be doing tonight, despite giving Owen a soppy card, a mind blowing BJ and a new funky leather wallet this morning. His old one was water damaged from sea water and was
very much the worse for wear. Owen had reciprocated gifting in kind with a new painting palette he’d spotted Nick eyeing out at a local art supplies shop. He had hoped that perhaps a romantic meal might be on the cards tonight. He would have booked something himself but he distinctly remembered Nick saying he’d take care of it. But it was past five pm and there was no sign of his boyfriend or a romantic dinner event. Owen assumed Nick had forgotten. He had been busy painting as well as having to deal with enquiries from the gallery currently showing his work, so Owen supposed he’d been a bit preoccupied. But still. He pursed his lips.
Maybe he’s buying me something at the Apple store to make up for the lack of dinner. A new phone maybe, hell, an iPad?
Owen hurried off to the store in pleasurable anticipation to meet his wayward lover. When he got there, there was no sign of Nick. Owen narrowed his eyes and looked around. Nope, definitely no bronze-haired sexy lighthouse keepers in the vicinity. What the hell was the man playing at? It was nearly time to start the journey home. Home to ham sandwiches and a bottle of beer from the looks of it. He was about to text Nick to find out where he was when it chirped again, playing the familiar tone of Snoop Dog’s ‘Drop it like it’s hot’.
Sorry can you meet me at Costa Coffee instead? I’m getting us some Chocolate Babyccinos. x
Owen slapped a hand against his forehead and texted back.
What the hell is going on? I appreciate the coffee but you’re running me ragged here!
He waited impatiently but there was no reply. He gave a fierce frown, turned around in a bit of a temper and soon found himself standing outside Costa Coffee. He peered inside but there was no sign of Nick. He went into the shop to see if he could spot him, even going into the men’s room and calling out his name but there was no Nick. Just a rather large gentleman who eyed him up with a rather lascivious gaze as he waggled his dick into the porcelain urinal to shake off the excess.
“In your bloody dreams, mate,” Owen growled as he left the bathroom.
He left the shop and called Nick. His phone went to voice mail. Owen stood in frustration as he stood outside, unsure what to do next. The dreaded sound of his text message service made him glower.
Change of plan. I’m at Dune. Meet me here.
“Oh my fucking God!” Owen exclaimed loudly, making an old dowager turn around and glare at him in disgust. He gave her an apologetic smile and hurried down the teeming corridors towards Dune. The mall was brimming with people, babies, prams and Owen was getting a little pissed off. All he wanted now was a drink and something to eat. What was Nick playing at? It was like some sort of crazy treasure hunt- Hunt the Bloody Boyfriend. Owen reached Dune and stood there, tapping his foot impatiently, searching for Nick’s tall figure. His phone message went off again and he gave it a stare that would have made it quail had it been human.
Look inside the entrance to the shop. The House of Fraser bag. Put it on.
Owen was now truly flabbergasted. He glanced around him uncertainly. Wear a House of Fraser bag? Really? He ventured tentatively into the shop, noticing a couple of shop girls giving him a grin as he nodded at them and tried to spot the bag he was supposed to wear for some reason. One of them silently approached him, and pointed to a bag sitting innocently behind the open door.
“He said you might need a little help spotting it,” she giggled softly as she picked it up and handed it to him.
He nodded again. “Thank you. I have no bloody idea what this is all about.”
The woman laughed. “I think it’s so sweet. Your boyfriend is hot.”
That he is. Hot but bloody insane. What game is he playing?
The bag wasn’t empty and Owen felt a surge of relief.
Obviously I’m not supposed to wear the bloody bag but what’s inside it. He pulled out a rather swanky emerald and black sweater, and he had to admit Nick had Owen’s taste down pat.
The woman smiled at him. “He said you should take off the old one you’re wearing and put that one on -that the green goes with your eyes when you’re ‘happy.'” The leer on her face told Owen that ‘happy’ probably meant Nic had said’ aroused’ and he felt a little faint that
Nick would be so open with an apparent stranger about their sex life.
“Oh, thank you. I see. Can I uhmm, change here then or would you rather I went into the change room?”
“Oh no. You can take it off here, we certainly don’t mind.” She glanced at the other ladies and two young men who were watching the whole thing with distinct enjoyment. Owen felt a sense of discomfit but he took off his blue sweater and replaced it with the new one. His phone chirped. He sighed heavily and took it out of his pocket.
Nicely done, babe. Nearly at the end.
He frowned and looked around. Nick had to be nearby and watching to know he’d changed. His phone went off again.
Now get your sexy arse to Ask Italian. I’m waiting. xoxo
Owen’s face creased in a huge smile. Ask Italian was a rather trendy restaurant and at least after the run around he might get to eat something and share a bottle of wine with Nick. He waved happily at the ladies and gents in the store and barrelled off to the next meeting place. Owen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Nick standing outside the entrance to the venue. His boyfriend looked relaxed and amused as he watched Owen hurrying towards him. His face creased in a wide grin as Owen reached him and levied a hard punch to his shoulder. Nick gave a woof of pain.
“What the fuck, Nick? What the hell was all that about? I’m sure I’ve lost a couple of pounds running about after you.”
Nick rubbed his shoulder gingerly. “I thought it was quite funny actually.” He pulled Owen to him and pressed warm lips to his cheek. “Thanks for playing along. You were a real sport.” His eyes travelled up and down Owen’s body. “The jumper looks good on you. Very swish.” He gestured towards the restaurant. “I organised a nice romantic dinner for us after shopping but when I called ahead to check it was all okay, they’d double booked the table and everything went to pot. I had to keep you busy and I thought I’d have some fun while I waited for them to re-set the table and get everything ready.” He laughed. “I loved watching you while you ran around like a ragged arsed chicken, getting all drama queeny.”
Owen opened his mouth to refute that statement and Nick’s eyebrow raised sardonically as if anticipating his response. Owen closed his mouth.
Nick grinned. ” The lady in the Dune shop, Jill, was most accommodating when she said she’d look out for you. I told her you were this gorgeous, sexy, built stud with eyes like emeralds and hair like midnight.” The flattery and attempt to appease him wasn’t lost on Owen but he still preened at Nick’s words.
Perhaps it hadn’t been such a pain following Nick’s orders after all.
“And now, if you’d like to come inside to that table,” Nick gestured to where a table was set up in a private corner, complete with wine buckets, flickering candles and what looked like a huge bunch of red roses on the table, “We can sit down, enjoy some wine and food and you can tell me just how much you want to rip my clothes off so I can screw you senseless later.” He chuckled. “And I even bought you a special Valentine’s present of a set of toys from that sex shop you like so much for us to play with later.”
At those words, Owen’s cock surged like a tidal wave. He loved gifts from Bel Homme, one of the leading sex shops in the city. He took Nick’s hand and smiled at his lover as he led him into the restaurant. His scavenger hunt had been worth it to be surprised like
this. He winked at the rather dishy Italian waiter that showed them to their table and got a toothy grin in return. Nick shook his head wryly and clutched his hand tighter in a gesture of possessiveness.
“Stop it, you big flirt, ” he murmured silkily. “Or those handcuffs and butt plug are not going to be on the cards tonight.”
Owen’s insides squirmed and his groin grew hotter.
Oh yes indeed. Valentine’s Day had just got a whole lot bloody better.
Worth Keeping – Bonus Scene was last modified: February 12th, 2014 by GGR-Review