Pizza Delivery Boy

by M.A.Naess

© M.A.Naess 2009

The knock at the door was persistent, creating enough noise to echo through the house. Mick stirred, the sound finally penetrating his alcohol fuddled brain.

"'kay, okay … I'm coming."

He dragged himself off the untidy couch, shedding empty cans, crisp packets and a tatted football scarf in the process. The knocking was repeated, if anything even louder than before.

"Shit! Hang on can't you?"

Mick stumbled towards the door, tripping over a footstool in the process and landing heavily against the hard wooden panel of the door. At the same time the knock was repeated, this time only inches from his ear. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Hold your horses while I get the bloody door open."

Mick fumbled but the lock was stubborn. Swearing under his breath he gave a final twist and the door suddenly swung open forcing him to hang on or risk landing on his arse. Fighting gravity and his rapidly diminishing dignity Mick gazed at the shadowy figure standing on the doorstep.

"Pizza delivery." The voice was cool and distinctly bored.

"Huh? Don't remember ordering a pizza."

"No? Well, there's one here for this address. Do you want it or not?"

Still hanging onto the door Mick let his eyes drift over the boy standing in front of him holding out a large pizza box. But Mick was more interested in the way the loose jeans clung tenaciously to slim hips and equally slim legs. His eyes skimmed a little higher, taking in a T-shirt that barely covered the distance to the jeans, revealing tantalising views of flesh whenever the boy moved. Higher still and Mick admired a pair of broad shoulders, a slightly freckled boyish face and finally a pair of startlingly bright green eyes framed by dark eyebrows, one of which was quirked at him questioningly.

"Why not? It looks … delicious."

"Should I bring it inside before it gets cold then?"

Mick gulped a little and managed to swing the door further open. "Er, yeah that'd be good."

The delivery boy glanced around as he entered then headed to the coffee table with his pizza box. "Must have been some party you had."

Mick watched him, or rather watched the rather fine arse and partly bare back he now had a good view of as the delivery boy bent to lay the pizza on the coffee table.

"Yeah, just a few mates over." Mick wondered if he dared reach out and touch. It wasn't far and the boy might not even notice, or object.

But at that moment the boy straighten and swung round, looking at Mick as if he knew exactly what had just been going through his mind.

Mick tried for a conspiratorial smirk and received a "Humph!" and shake of the head in return. But the boy didn't move when Mick closed in. With no space now between them Mick very gently placed a hand on the crotch of those loosely hanging jeans and squeezed. The boy sighed and still didn't move. Encouraged Mick lifted his other hand to the back of the boy's neck to pull him into a deep kiss while his fingers very skilfully lowered the zip on the jeans and reached inside.

* * *

Some time later, Mick looked at his naked Pizza boy comfortably curled against him on the couch in post coital bliss. He was feeling pretty blissful himself at the moment.

A green eye flicked open and looked back at him. "Don't think you can get away with this again!"

"Get away with what?"

"You know perfectly well. Next time you decide to throw a party you do it when I'm around."

"Aw gee, love. It was just a couple of the guys and me. We were watching the footy and the Crows won for the first time all season. We were just celebrating. Can't help it if you missed the game `cause you had to work"

"Well, you get to clean up the mess. And the pizza's cold. And I'm hungry."

Mick smiled at his lover and dropped a kiss on his forehead. "Okay. I'll go heat it up right now."

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