We've been texting each other on a fairly regular basis since that 4 hour marathon. I wrote to him last night, and he replied that he was out, so I said to him that we could continue the conversation later. Well, at 2am he sent me a sms which woke me (and had me thinking my alarm was going off for work. I was lucky I remembered it was a day off or I may have gotten out to work before I noticed the time.) we sent a few back and forth, and he mentioned he was going to watch "The Last Samuri." and asked if I had seen it. No I hadn't. So he says:
I can run around and pick you up... on my way.
I may have slightly panicked. Because, you know, I had been sleeping and didn't have on any underwear, and was wearing thew pyjamams that state "Great in Bed", and my hair likes to hold wild orgies when I"m not awake and do things like defy gravity 15 different ways before June. And then there was the whole morning breath thing I had going on. So I jumped up, brushed my teeth, grabbed a zip-up tracksuit jacket, thought about putting on underwear but decided against it and just as I got outside my door there he was in his car. I got in, he drove back to his house and we had a smoke and a chat before starting the movie.
And did I mention that it wasn't until I got there that he said "The best TV is in my bedroom."? Dude. Like that's gonna be a hardship for me.
So we watched a bit, got to the part with Ninjas, and I had to stop for a smoke. I'm not good with Ninjas, they frighten me. He laughed at me, as I am terrible watching movies; I feel every hit, and jump around and yell at the screen and ask questions and give the lead actors helpful advice that they never follow. I apologuised for being so vocal watching it, and he said he was having fun watching me watch me. We spoke on the final scenes of Braveheart and how he can't imagine me watching that.
And then he showed my his bare bottom. Swear to god, I am not making this up. We got onto the subject of pain and scars, and he said he had a scar on both cheeks, and would I like to see? Would I like to see? I made a vague gesture and said "Why not. Bring it on."
I know I usually give you guys details but this time....no. But it was a fine specimen. A very fine specimen.
We went back to the movie, I was lying on his bed, he was on the floor and he kept making sure I didn't fall asleep before the best bits. And then he fell asleep during the final show-down. So I alternated between watching men with swords slash each other and get sprayed with blood, and watching him sleep. The movie ended about 0630, so I cleaned up, turned the telly off and tried to wake IG2 to say goodnight (or good morning. Whatever suits), but he sleeps rather deeply.
So I walked home (and someone I know saw me walking home close to IG2's house. I wonder if they will put two and two together?), and sent him a text thanking him for a great night. This morning he wrote back, and he chatted for half an hour.
So, we still haven't kissed or touched or held hands. But I've seen his underpants, his bare arse and drifted on his bed. I have no idea what we're doing, but lordy it is fun.