"Actually…" Timothy lowered his gaze, focusing on how Bob held the newspaper. "You can get more excited. I'll take responsibility for it."Bob put the newspaper down, picked up his coffee, and asked, "Is this Freesia's service?"Timothy's eyes followed Bob's hand to the coffee cup handle. "No, it's my personal service."Bob sipped the coffee and said, "Personal service." His tone was laden with meaning.Timothy responded, "Yes."As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly ducked his head and returned to the order counter. Personal service? Timothy could not believe he had said something so provocative.Luckily, a new customer arrived, and he became busy taking orders and making coffee, leaving him no time to dwell on his bold words.During his shift, Timothy would glance over at Bob whenever he had a moment.Bob had brought two books with him, and after finishing the newspaper, he spent his time reading.The folded newspaper, the empty coffee cup, and a worn book lay on the ta
When Bob stepped out, Timothy felt timid and asked, "Where are we going?"Bob replied, "Isn't this supposed to be personal service?"Timothy unconsciously glanced at the sky and said, "Isn't it a bit too early?"Bob said, "It's not early. Get in the car."Not early? It was only four in the afternoon, and it was not early? How long was that service going to last? Holding the bouquet, Timothy got into the car, feeling slightly drained before they had done anything.'Don't be drained,' Timothy thought. 'You're only 24, young and strong, and he's 12 years older than you—he's the one past his prime.'He said, "Um, are we going to your place?"Bob said, "We'll go to the supermarket first."He glanced at Timothy and said, "Seatbelt.""Oh, oh…" Timothy quickly fastened his seatbelt. "Why are we going to the supermarket?"Bob said, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat honey-glazed ribs? We're going to buy ribs."They had yet to start dating officially, so Bob had not initially planned t
Timothy pretended not to hear Bob and ran faster, sneaking over to the sofa. He turned back to see that Bob had not come out to catch him.He did not expect to get an actual punishment—it was almost like when a teacher only gave a warning for daydreaming in class. Timothy assumed that the matter of grabbing Bob's butt was dismissed with that simple threat for him to go to him.He looked around, placed the freesias on the dining table, and returned to the kitchen.Everything in the kitchen seemed normal. The ribs were marinating in herbs and spices, the potatoes were boiling in the pot, waiting to be peeled, and the fish was roasting in the oven. Bob was holding a knife, meticulously removing the veins from the shrimp.Timothy had nothing to do, so he opened the fridge and tore open the box of ice cream, eating two in one go. Delicious.Just as he was about to eat a third, he suddenly heard Bob, who had just finished handling the shrimp, washing his hands as he slowly and deliberat
Bob flipped the ribs in the pan and said, "Mine won't fit you."Timothy snapped angrily, "Then what am I supposed to wear? Go naked?"Bob smirked slightly. "I don't mind."Timothy stared at Bob's side profile for a long time. He took in those rimless glasses, the eyeglass chain, the high-neck sweater, the entire refined and ascetic demeanor…"Hypocrite! A wolf in sheep's clothing…"Timothy cursed under his breath as he clumsily climbed down from the counter, grabbed a seasoning jar, and was about to dump it onto the ribs in the pan.Bob deftly moved the pan aside with one hand and took the seasoning jar from Timothy's grasp with the other, chuckling softly. "Quit messing around."Timothy was about to continue his mischief when Bob leaned in and lightly kissed him. "Alright, that's enough."That little kiss made Timothy lose all will to act up. The anger dissipated. Something inside him stirred and swelled slightly.He stood beside Bob, watching him fry the ribs while quietly f
After dinner, Bob wanted to go for a walk.Timothy clicked his tongue. "You're not that old, are you? Why are you behaving like an old man?"Bob replied, "I used to walk my dog, so I got used to walking after dinner."Timothy asked, "So, where's the dog now?"Bob said, "My ex-wife took it."Timothy pulled a face as if to say, 'Man, you've got it rough.'Bob found it amusing. "What kind of expression is that?""It's just, you know, exes always take something you don't want them to and leave something you don't want them to leave behind..."Timothy glanced around, once again feeling an overwhelming emptiness. "Did your place always look like this?"Bob also looked around and said, "Yeah, some things are missing."That was it; he did not elaborate further.After that, he went upstairs, grabbed a pair of trousers, and handed them to Timothy, who was sitting on the carpet with his bare legs exposed. "Put these on. We're heading out."Timothy pulled on the pants. They were too bi
"I don't have time to date two people at once," Bob said, placing the steak on a plate and heading to the dining room. "Wash your hands and come eat."Timothy immediately shut off the faucet, barely bothering to dry his hands as he followed. "So, does that mean it's just me?"Bob replied, "Yeah, let's take it slow."Alright, he wanted to take it slow. Slow was fine.Timothy casually withdrew the hand he was about to wrap around Bob's waist from behind. His tone was nonchalant as he said, "That's fine. I'm not in a rush anyway. I'm young, right?"Bob smiled. He set down the steak and untied his apron.Timothy sat down, slicing into the steak. "Aren't you eating? Should I grab another fork?""I'm not eating. Brush your teeth when you're done." Bob was about to head upstairs but paused. "Oh, you don't have a toothbrush. Hold on.""Okay."Timothy assumed Bob would get a spare toothbrush from his stock, but when he finished the steak, Bob had already changed his clothes. "I'm going
Timothy quickly let go of Bob's hand as soon as the kiss ended. Holding hands felt too intimate.Sex was like eating. It was a necessity. As an adult, there was nothing embarrassing about fulfilling a basic need.However, holding hands was optional—it was intimate and equivalent to having a deep, emotional conversation. Young people were often shy about exposing their bodies. However, they become more reserved about exposing their emotions as they mature.They had already exposed their bodies to each other multiple times, but when it came to revealing his inner self, Timothy felt the timing was not quite right. No wonder Bob said to take it slow—the wisdom of the older generation was not to be trifled with.After Timothy let go of Bob's hand, Bob did not try to hold his hand again. The two continued to walk side by side toward the gas station, keeping a small distance between them.After a few steps, Timothy asked, "Where was I?"Bob replied, "You were saying that my ethics as a
Bob replied, "No."Timothy did not believe him. "How's that possible?""I've always been in steady relationships.""Always? Since when?"Bob thought for a moment and said, "Since I was 14."Timothy was shocked. "That early? And you've never been single since?""Rarely."Bob was a seasoned pro. Ordinary people really could not compare.Timothy clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk."Bob asked, "What?"Timothy summarized, "Thanks to your previous partners—they were the ones who molded you into who you are today. I'm pretty lucky."Bob smiled.They returned home, and after washing up, Timothy pestered Bob into having sex one more time. He was both enjoying it and cursing Bob for being an old beast until four in the morning. Afterward, both stood on the second-floor open-air balcony, shirtless with a jacket draped over their shoulders, smoking.Timothy took a few puffs and noticed there was nowhere to ash. "Bob, you don't have an ashtray here."Bob did not say anything. Instead, he l