Ken's just about to congratulate himself on successfully inviting Allan to his beach when he's caught off guard. He turns his head a bit to look at Allan, brows furrowed just enough to suggest that he wasn't expecting that.
"... Thank you."
There's nothing but sincerity in his voice and on his face, as if Allan has genuinely paid him the nicest compliment anyone has ever given another person.
"Your problem," Allan says, nodding and unable to hide a bashful grin. He's pretty sure his cheeks are as red as his hair.
Wait.
"I wanted to you're welcome and no problem," he explains, smile still wide like this isn't awkward at all. Neither of them have moved from their spots, entirely too close to each other and entirely too close to the lifeguard tower. The other lifeguard can't actually get up.
Ken laughs like it’s honestly the funniest thing he’s ever heard. He only stops when the other lifeguard finally tells him to go do this weird flirting thing somewhere else, and he clears his throat again.
As he takes a step to move out of the way, he feels a drop of rain on his bare shoulders. When did the sky get cloudy? How long has he just been smiling dumbly at Allan? He looks up and squints as another drop hits his eye.
Oh, wow, Ken's laughing. Ken's laughing at something Allan says, and Allan laughs back, strained in comparison to how easy going Ken's is. It's music to Allan's ears. He doesn't even notice the rain (or the other lifeguard calling this flirting) until the other points it out and then hits him with something Allan can only describe as an act of God.
"You wanna go get a poke bowl and wait for the rain?" He suggestions because yes, absolutely, he would love to hang out. He'd developed an affinity for the bowls when he followed Ken to Incredibowl one day, waited until he left, and then went in and ordered the same thing as Ken ordered. He lifts his eyebrows, holding his breath. That's a good suggestion, right? That's what Ken likes. He'll definitely get a good grade in wanting Ken to notice him, something completely normal to want to achieve.
Could this be any more perfect? Allan’s funny and he likes the same food. And he wants to eat that food with Ken!
“There’s a place just across the road. Let me stop and grab a shirt from my car.”
He waits until he’s sure Allan is following, then leads the way to the parking lot and to a pale blue Ferrari of all cars. He grabs a button up shirt which does get put on, but stays decidedly unbuttoned.
Allan follows, trailing after Ken like a lovelorn puppy, his heart absolutely racing. He's done it. He's got Ken to go out with him. two on two, even. Just pals, sure but Ken is noticing him.
If he dies tomorrow it'll probably be fine. This is obviously the best day ever. He's unable to hide his grin, nodding fervently. He'll even take Ken covering up his chest, because somehow--Allan has no idea how--Ken manages to look even better with a shirt on. And open. Allan saw him in a tank top once and nearly passed out. It was all he could talk about with his roommate for a solid week.
"Totally," he mumbles, and he's already got his wallet out the moment they enter the building, the bell above the door signalling their arrival.
Ken wouldn’t mind covering the bill but he seems tickled that Allan wants to. He gives Allan another wide smile, then he waves at the people working at the counter who wave back. He’s a regular, after all.
He orders and finds a seat by the window. The rain bums him out but he likes to look outside anyway.
“Barbie said you do cooking classes together? That’s so cool.”
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"... Thank you."
There's nothing but sincerity in his voice and on his face, as if Allan has genuinely paid him the nicest compliment anyone has ever given another person.
"That really means a lot."
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Wait.
"I wanted to you're welcome and no problem," he explains, smile still wide like this isn't awkward at all. Neither of them have moved from their spots, entirely too close to each other and entirely too close to the lifeguard tower. The other lifeguard can't actually get up.
Allan's beaming.
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As he takes a step to move out of the way, he feels a drop of rain on his bare shoulders. When did the sky get cloudy? How long has he just been smiling dumbly at Allan? He looks up and squints as another drop hits his eye.
“You wanna go someplace?”
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"You wanna go get a poke bowl and wait for the rain?" He suggestions because yes, absolutely, he would love to hang out. He'd developed an affinity for the bowls when he followed Ken to Incredibowl one day, waited until he left, and then went in and ordered the same thing as Ken ordered. He lifts his eyebrows, holding his breath. That's a good suggestion, right? That's what Ken likes. He'll definitely get a good grade in wanting Ken to notice him, something completely normal to want to achieve.
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Could this be any more perfect? Allan’s funny and he likes the same food. And he wants to eat that food with Ken!
“There’s a place just across the road. Let me stop and grab a shirt from my car.”
He waits until he’s sure Allan is following, then leads the way to the parking lot and to a pale blue Ferrari of all cars. He grabs a button up shirt which does get put on, but stays decidedly unbuttoned.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
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If he dies tomorrow it'll probably be fine. This is obviously the best day ever. He's unable to hide his grin, nodding fervently. He'll even take Ken covering up his chest, because somehow--Allan has no idea how--Ken manages to look even better with a shirt on. And open. Allan saw him in a tank top once and nearly passed out. It was all he could talk about with his roommate for a solid week.
"Totally," he mumbles, and he's already got his wallet out the moment they enter the building, the bell above the door signalling their arrival.
"Let me, uh, get it."
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Ken wouldn’t mind covering the bill but he seems tickled that Allan wants to. He gives Allan another wide smile, then he waves at the people working at the counter who wave back. He’s a regular, after all.
He orders and finds a seat by the window. The rain bums him out but he likes to look outside anyway.
“Barbie said you do cooking classes together? That’s so cool.”