Getting back Sven....

He did not call me, did not return my calls. He did not reply to those two messages I left on his voice mail telling him how sorry I was. How I made an idiot of myself...
Did I loose the guy I am so attracted to and in the process, did I ruined a great pair of shoes he was wearing?
Am I so......?

So I slikked it. All of it. All of my pride and went to his place.
It’s just so weird, you realize how much someone means to you, when you just lost him....
Did I really loose Sven for something so stupid?
He opened the door and my eyes went right to his feet, like I was expecting he would be still wearing the wet G-Star shoes...
He turned around and walked inside without a single word and on his white socks.
He sat on the couch and put on one of his light blue Nike TNs.
So I told him.
Everything.
I told him everything.
How sorry I was again, that I had made a full out of myself, that I did not want to loose him, that I missed him....

And he looked back at me with those deep blue eyes of him while he was tying up one of his TNs and he smiled.
It was like the sun breaking through after the rain....
And he said;
- It’s not going to be that simple, you see, you keep doing these kind of things to me and now you will have to do something to get me back...
- Oh Sven, your shoes...are they ruined?
- No, they dried and they are fine. Thanks for asking....
And it was right there... back again the rain with no umbrella!
He picked his leather jacket and motioned me to follow him.
We climbed on his motorbike.

It felt just soooo good to have my arms around him again. To place my hand on his tummy, underneath his t-shirt and touch that skin I know so well. The smell of his neck...
On our way to somewhere, I even got turned on by him and on a stop light I put my hand on his leg and I let it go down his jeans, to his white sock and Nike shoe.
He turned his face with a smile and said;
- Guus, take off your hand. I want to keep them dry this time.
We stopped at the park.
We got out of the motorcycle and then he kissed me, right there, with that intensity that brings you to another planet.
And I felt his hands in my Diesel jeans pockets...
And suddenly he took two steps back, away from me, with my house keys in his hand.

The bast....!
He said;
- You got me back Guus, but I want to see you dripping too, walking on your squishing shoes, want you to feel how it is to be humilliated in public, when people see you walking with your clothes all wet.
And with this, he threw my keys right into the fontaine, right in the middle, where all the water was splashing down and filling the hole damn thing.
- Sven...what a waste of time, you could have taken me right under your shower at your place and even joined me, we could have had a great time you and me....
He looked me back with an open mouth and I looked him back with that “dude, you are so blond sometimes” look I know he hates.
And I walked to the fontaine thinking that I was glad he did not throw them into the lake or I would have had to kill the blond and dispose the body somewhere....God! is he ever going to stop pissing me off??
With my first step I sank my black Puma shoe, black sock and my Diesel jean leg went down to my knie. I did not know that it was so deep....
I turned around to look at Sven.

He was definetely turned on, somewhere this action has turned him on. I know he is not into anything and he does not know I am into everything, well, almost everything, certain things I couldn’t. Honestly... he was looking at me with an excited smile, know what I mean by that? His body language; arms crossed, legs a bit spread, all his attention back to me!
My right Puma went into the water too, with a lot of bubleling. The water was not exactly warm, just surprisingly refreshing lets say.
To get my keys back I had to go under the stream of water and I was instantly soaked and cold!
My white shirt and white wife beater t underneath were glued to my body and suggesting to anyone looking what I do have in house!
With the key in my hands I turned to face Sven and did a pose under the stream of the fontaine with one leg on the monument behind and my arms open.
He was taking already a picture of me with his mobile.
- Hey! What the hell are you doing? No evidence of this, all right?

But I don’t think he cared. Not that I cared myself a lot eather.
I got out the water and he got a full view and sound of my squishing Puma’s as he wanted.
I looked at him and he smiled at me, with that stupid smile of triumph.
And because I love the drama, I just walked away without a word.
He came after me with his motorcycle.
It’s funny. I do that all the time. It’s like a gift. How do you turn things around to have him begging me to get on his motorbike?
He has some power on me, all right? I am so attracted to him.... But I am a snake according to the Chinese. You will never know you have been beated. You will just feel it...
And I got some fun too on the way back. I got to have my cold hands on his tummy again and get wet his t-shirt with my shirt sleeves and he did not made any comment when I touched his leg, played with his sock and put my hand on the side of his Nike.

He just turned with a smile and said;
- Now, about that shower you mentioned....could you explain it to me how it goes?
- I show you sometime, okay? I’m freezing! Want to change, get dry.
And just like that, we were back again. All 100% good.