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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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.”