“Move it to the right a little.”

“I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“It’ll fit. Now just angle to the right. That’s it, now ease in a little.”

“It’s too tight! It’s not going to go through.”

“It’ll go through, we just have to make it. Ow!”

“I told you it wouldn’t fit.”

Daniel glared at me over his side of the couch.

“You ran my hand into the doorway.”

“Sorry.”

I hefted my end a little and angled it more.

“Try it now, I think if we work the legs past the door it’ll make it this time.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying since we started,”

Daniel grumbled. He twisted the couch slightly and I could see it clear the doorway. When he had commented during my last delivery that he might need a hand moving some things next time, I hadn’t expected it to be furniture. He had very few furnishings in the cottage that I could see, and I hadn’t gone past the living room. So when I arrived that day and he had a couch on the back of his truck, I was rather surprised.

After a little more arguing and manoeuvring, we finally had the couch resting along the wall in the living room. Both of us collapsed down onto the soft grey upholstery, catching our breaths.

His chest was shining with sweat and I watched it rise and fall. In the time I spent around him, I found he really hated wearing clothes and typically went around the house in only a pair of ratty old jeans and nothing else.

It made it very hard for me to focus sometimes,…

but I wasn't about to complain.

He saw me staring and smirked.

“You wanna christen it?”

“Huh?”

Sometimes I really didn’t get half of the things he said to me.

“Do you wanna fuck on the couch?”

“Oh.”

I don’t know why I blushed.

“Maybe later.”

I’d been coming out here now for a few months. At first, it was just on deliveries from the store, but soon enough, I started coming by on my own. In that time, he had sucked me off almost every visit. I’d offered to return the favor, but he never let me.

He’d suggested sex now and then, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do that yet. I wanted our first time together to be something we did because it was right, not just because I came over and he felt obligated.

He’d blown me three times on my birthday, and I remembered having to tell him he better not be trying to make it 22 times because I’d die before then.