pattycake - chapter 1

We sat together in the airport, and I still couldn’t believe who I was sitting next to. Of all the… He brushed against my hand, so I took hold and squeezed gently. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. God he was hot – those pictures I’d seen scarcely did him justice.

I guess you’re probably wondering exactly how we met up. Strangely, we met through the internet, but not like any other internet relationship. We didn’t join a forum together, chat on MSN, then agree to meet up. Far from it. Before last week, I’d never so much as known his email address. He was just another cute guy I’d never get my hands on. Now… I let go his hand, after all we were in the middle of the bible belt, and they tend to frown upon same-sex relationships. Heck, they frown upon anything other than strictly missionary position, and then try to legislate that across the rest of the union. Boring old sods.

Like I said, we met because of the internet. Back at Easter, I’d entered a competition on pattycakeonline.com (it’s… well… a porn site) to go stay a week with the star (what? She’s a hot, cute blonde) and watch any photoshoots she did in that week (look, stop questioning my motives, k?). There would be two winners, who would be notified by email. I’d entered simply on a “what the heck” thought, and… well, come June, I got an email telling me I’d won. I was amazed. Now fast forward, past the numerous security checks and I’m finally getting to the airport terminal – ah, there they are – I could see Patty and some guy standing there, holding up a board with “PATTYCAKE” written in large letters. I went over and introduced myself, presuming the guy was the second winner.

“Hey, nice to meet you Matt. This is my boyfriend, Nigel. We’re just waiting for the second winner.” Patty’d said to me. I turned and scanned the terminal for someone making their way towards us… I… no…. it couldn’t be… he was the winner? Holy shit… And he was going to be staying in the same house as me for a week….

“Hey, I’m…” he started introducing himself, but I already knew who he was. Possibly the most gorgeous guy in existence, to my mind at any rate. Sexiness incarnate. The hottest guy in pop musi…

“…And this is Matt, the other winner.” Patty finished.

“Hey,” he greeted me, smiling. His blue eyes seemed to be boring deep into my soul, I could barely manage to shake his hand and reciprocate the greeting. God he was gorgeous, and that aftershave…

We were led out to a black limo waiting out front in the warm Atlanta sun, and our bags dumped in the boot. I got in first… oh god, he was sitting next to me, Patty across from us. I vaguely remember going over the groundrules (we would NOT be screwing Patty, but otherwise could do pretty much whatever we liked), but my senses were too overwhelmed by the guy next to me.