"Yes, I'm absolutely sure," he said, hoping that would be enough to reassure him. "If you're still interested, I'd love to meet up for coffee sometime, that way we can talk in person."
I'm addicted to gay one on ones
He smiled as he read the message. "I would like that. When's a good time for you?" He replied before walking to the bathroom.
"Depends. Do you want to meet today or some other time?"
"I'm free today." He typed. Today was his only day off for the week. He had planned to sleep in them wake up at noon and play video games or watch TV, but getting coffee wouldn't be so bad.
"Okay, well it might take me about an hour to fully wake up and get ready. Is that okay?" He was still under his blankets, and he sighed at the thought of having to actually get out of bed and get ready. It was so warm where he was…
He chuckled quietly. "That sounds perfect." He sethis phone down and hopped into the shower. He squealed at how hot it was and quickly turned the temperature down.
(should we skip to the coffee meeting?)
(Sure)
After about an hour or so, as Abaddon predicted, he was almost ready. "Hey, I'm about to leave. Which cafe are we meeting at?"
"The Starbucks on fifth Avenue." He replied as he headed for his car. His hands were shaking so much he was surprised he was able to send his response.
"Cool. See you in a few minutes." Abaddon took a deep breath and put his phone in his pocket, checking his appearance in the mirror one last time. He had shaved and combed his hair, and looked younger than he had in quite a while, like he was in his late 20s or early 30s. Quite young for a sugar daddy. With that, he left the house, getting in his car and driving down to the starbucks they were set to meet at.
"See you in a few." Noah did what he did best, speed and not get caught. He parked on the side of the building and walked in. He ordered a latte before sitting down at a table.
Abaddon pulled up to the starbucks and parked, sending a text before walking in and ordering a mocha. "Hey, I forgot to ask, what do you look like? I don't want to accidentally sit next to a random guy haha"
Noah pulled out his phone and huffed a laugh. "I'm at the table up against the wall near the door." He sent a picture of him along with it. He didn't particularly like photos of himself, but in the one he sent, he looked somewhat decent.
As soon as Abaddon got the message and picture, he was able to spot him. He gave a little wave to him and smiled, waiting for him to respond, just to make sure he had the right guy.
Noah's lips turned upwards slightly and he returned his small wave. He then slurped on his coffee. He'd gotten a small since Starbucks was so expensive and he had almost finished it.
Abaddon sighed, relieved he had found the right person, and made his way over to the table. "Is it alright if I sit down?" he asked, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the table.
He nodded. "Y-yeah." He silently cursed himself and went back ti drinking his coffee, pouting when he found that he drank it all.
Abaddon smiled softly, pulling out the chair so he could sit. Noah seemed nervous. Abaddon was too, but he'd never admit that. "Done already?" he asked, gesturing to the empty coffee cup.
Noah shrugged. "I-I guess." He moved the empty cup aside and put his hands in his lap. He didn't want Abaddon to notice his shaking hands.
"I can order a new one for you, if you'd like," he offered.
Noah shook his head. "I-its fine. I'm okay." He nibbled on his lip and messed with his thumbs. He wasn't thebest when meeting new poeple.
"Alright. My offer still stands though, if you decide you want more coffee." He noticed Noah's nervousness, and tried his best to stay calm and try to make him comfortable. "So… do you want to talk about how you want this whole thing to work, or are you more comfortable with us getting to know each other first?"
Noah shrugged. "I dont know, I've never done this before. I'm not really sure what to do." He looked down at the lap, peeking up at Abaddon a few times.
"That's okay. I've only done it once, honestly," he admitted. "If you're nervous we could just talk about something normal, or we could discuss stuff like boundaries and how often we'll see each other if you're okay with that."
Noah looked up at him. "Yeah, that sounds good." He nodded. He wasn't exactly sure what his boundaries were yet, but he guessed he was going to find out soon.
"Okay, so… how often would you be okay with seeing me?" he asked. He looked down at his coffee, avoiding eye contact. He was nervous too, and now it was showing a little bit.
"A couple times a week, for now at least." Noah replied quietly. "Just depends on when I have to work."
Abaddon nodded. "That sounds okay." His next question was a bit awkward, and he shifted a bit in his seat, not quite sure how to ask. "Now, I don't know anything about your life so I can't make assumptions about this, but… are you okay with being seen in public with me often or not?"
"I don't mind. I'm not famous or anything so no one cares what I'm doing." The corner of his lip turned upwards. I'm not keeping you a secret."