I arrived with my luggage to the entrance of the building and waited for Tom to arrive. He came a bit after and we went up together to meet the landlord and collect the keys.
We had both graduated from the same programme and met during our studies. We had both decided to stay in the same city and find work after. We found this apartment and signed a one year lease.
We made our way up with our luggage. The landlord was waiting, handed over the keys, and left.
The apartment had a kitchen, a small patio, a living room, one master bedroom, one smaller room, and a bathroom. We never discussed it but he just took the master bedroom. He liked this apartment because of the patio; for having friends over, BBQs, parties.
I liked it because I was about to share a place for at least a year with a man like him. I couldn’t wait to cook and bake for him and I hoped for more. The fact that I would be seeing him barefoot had me horny for the past few weeks as we finalised the agreement.
We both went to our rooms. I was tired and wanted to keep the deep cleaning for the next day so I just did a light round getting the surfaces, the bathroom sink, a quick sweep of the kitchen floor. I unpacked everything I was able to get. Clothes in the wardrobe, shoes on the rack behind the door, toiletries lined up on the single shelf above the sink in my bathroom.
When I finished I went to the kitchen. I put away my gadgets and ingredients, wiped down the surfaces, and started arranging the living room.
I noticed Tom had a box outside his room. I went in and he was setting up his PC and desk.
“You done with your room?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m doing the kitchen and living room now.”
“Take that box outside and unpack it too, then come back.”
I did. Kitchen things mostly. I found places for all of it. As I already loved to cook and bake I already knew it would be my job to do that for both of us, and I was so excited for that.
When I came back he was still finishing his setup.
“Already done? Give me a hand then. Clothes in the big bag, bathroom stuff in the backpack.”
He had a walk-in closet in his room. I unpacked his clothes, folded what needed folding, hung the rest. Then the bathroom, I wiped the shelf before putting anything on it, set his products in order, folded his towel on the rail. He had a big bathtub too.
When I came back he was on the bed. Shirtless, sheets already on, setup done.
“Thanks for the help. Lights off as you leave.”
I went to my room and slept.
I was up before seven the next day.
I started with the kitchen. I emptied every cupboard, wiped them down inside and out, put everything back in order. The counters, inside the microwave and oven, the sink. Then the living room. Surfaces, shelves, windows. I moved the furniture to get underneath. Mopped after. My room next, then the bathroom. I finished just before eleven.
I heard sounds from Tom’s room. I went to the kitchen and started on pancakes.
He came into the living room with wet hair and no socks. Just shorts, no shirt. He dropped onto the couch and stretched his legs out on the coffee table, feet up, soles flat to the surface.
“Good morning. Breakfast is coming.”
I brought his plate through and set it in front of him. Sat down with mine and we started eating.
“That’s good. Thank you.”
He looked at the room, then at the kitchen doorway.
“Yeah. Did everything this morning.”
“I can do it now if you want.”
He looked at me for a second. Then went back to his food.
“I was joking. But yeah, do that.”
“You’ve already showered so it makes sense. I’m already in the deep clean mood.”
I finished eating and went to his room. Seeing his feet had me turned on the whole time I cleaned, I made sure to do it well.
I went back to the living room. He was still on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. Big, smooth, symmetrical. I stood there for a minute looking at them.
"Yeah. Going to shower now."
"I'll bake brownies later. Let me know what you want for dinner."
"I'm going to eat like a king living with you."
I went to shower. He wasn't wrong.
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