Yeah, he decided way ahead of time. He looks so excited bringing it up. It's NOT cheesecake this time, please praise him. It's actually something more adult than tri-coloured frozen yogurt covered in candy, too.]
Oh, or creme brulee? Maybe both!
[Ain that's like. 5000 calories right there. Are you good— are you starving to death. Blink twice if you need help.]
[There's a reason his ass is fat, Wolfwood. You'll find out more soon—
Ain hums thoughtfully, twirls his fork around, and says in a soft but pitched tone—]
That's not very straight of you~.
[It's barely audible over someone a few tables down yelling about undercooked steak, so y'know, not worries. Ain giggles afterwards, nonplussed by the ordeal.]
[Wolfwood’s brows briefly shoot past his hairline. He glances over just to make sure the other patrons didn’t hear, but…no, it’s fine. The din of the dining room was too loud for that. That little spike of anxiety is gone as quickly as it came, just as he’s shoving a piece of potato in his mouth.]
M’pretty sure I’ve made a monster…
[Ain has realized they’re both gay men and is now off the string. At least until he gets home and the weight of his sins comes crushing down on him, as it does.
Anyway though, the food is good. Amazing, actually. The lobster melts in your mouth and the veggies and potatoes compliment it perfectly. Absolutely worth the $20 something Ain is going to be paying for both of them, which is a shit ton of cash in 50s money. As they eat though, Wolfwood is…distracted. Watching Ain happily stuff his face with a little trickle of butter falling down his chin…
He snaps out of it when the waiter comes back by to refill their drinks.]
[Ain remembers to wipe his face off, at least, when the waiter comes by. Wolfwood, buddy, if butter is doing this to you...
Anyway, Ain does wind up being the first of the two to finish eating. He's pleased as punch, truly, swaying back and forth to whatever music this place has on the radio even though the words are pretty much incomprehensible over the noise. It's good. Ain has already placed an order for their aforementioned desserts, to be brought out in about twenty minutes because Wolfwood is still eating.
Meanwhile, Ain is drinking his lemonade and vibing. He's happy. The sins will kill him later, but he's happy right now. Let him have this much.]
It's a good little restaurant, right? I told you! It's not even that expensive.
[Listen, okay. Wolfwood hasn’t had sex in years. He’s never been in a proper relationship besides, particularly not with someone he likes as much as Ain. He can’t help but find every little thing he does alluring and suggestive, even if it’s not intended to be so.
Plus, it doesn’t help that Ain keeps alluding to those “dreams” he’s been having, as well as how riding on the bike has effected him? Like…
Woof.
Wolfwood keeps eating though, not wanting to hold them up too much just because he’s slow. He’s happy to see Ain having such a good time, though. He deserves it after the stressful time it sounds like he’s been having whenever they’ve been apart.]
It’s really nice. Though I dunno if I would call it inexpensive, exactly.
[Enter Ain, who hasn't had sex in ever, who's nice and inexperienced and ready to be completely ruined by Wolfwood even if he doesn't know it yet. These two are a match made in hell.]
Huh? What do you mean? It's not that bad, is it?
[Ain...]
It's no family-owned diner, but... [Ain you're about to pay the 2024 equivalent of $240 for food. Hello.]
Feeling some kind of way right now! That’s for sure.
But he is behaving. He wants to do well by Ain. He wants to treat him well, and for every first to mean something. And so far, Ain trusts him a great deal to admit to him that he thinks he might be into men. That is huge for someone who was raised like him.
He scoffs, shaking his head a little as he uses his fancy little fork to polish off the last of that second lobster tail.]
It’s pretty bad. But I wouldn’t say it ain’t worth the price, for as good as it all tastes. Plus, you’re payin’ for…what.
[He gestures vaguely with a hand.]
The ambiance? The experience? I’m just happy I’m here with you. ..hanging out.
[He adds that last part quickly, because somebody who just walked past slowed down as he said that.]
Ain grins against the rim of his glass, takes a long drink, and then swirls the half-melted ice around.]
The ambiance and the string lights and the price of shipping lobsters. And the lake? Haha, it's a ginchy spot for a restaurant. I guess you can pay top dollar for a place that's on premium land. I won't say I understand how real estate works.
[He supposes this place has to pay its rent though.]
You like it, then! I'm glad. We can come back another time. Just give the word. ...and I think you'll really like the lava cake!
[He teases, turning to his sides to finish those too. He feels like he’s going to explode, eating all of this…how the hell does Ain have room for two whole desserts after? He seriously can’t fathom it.
Well, whatever. If he’s happy, that’s all that matters. Wolfwood is just going to sit back in the booth and wait for the desserts to come while he undoes his belt a couple notches.]
Did you wanna go walking by the lake before we leave, by the way? It’s pretty cold out, but…
[Eyeroll, for dramatic effect. He'll share. He's a nice Ain.]
But yeah, haha, we can. If we get too cold after half a lap, we can always turn around and sprint back to the truck. Mm, besides, we need to burn off this meal somehow.
[So you admit it's a lot of food! You admit this is a ton of fucking food, Ain!!
Oh well. He's happy. He'll take a walk and do some stretches and they'll head back to the car. It's romantic.]
By the way, as far as the waiter knows, you're the one with the lava cake. Don't be shocked when it ends up in front of you!
[If they're sharing, it's easier for them to have one each, and then sometimes coyly stick their spoons across the table like oooh, teehee, heehee, I'm stealing your foooood.]
[At least the waiter won’t come by looking at Ain like an alien for ordering so much dessert. Good lord.
He’s tentatively looking forward to their stroll around the lake, actually. Though there will likely be lots of other couples doing the same, so they won’t be able to really get close…it’ll still be nice. They’ll have some semblance of privacy, so long as they don’t walk too close to anyone else.
Anyway! The desserts come shortly after alongside their check, and since the lava cake has been ordered as “his”, Wolfwood wastes no time digging his spoon into it. As expected, the warm chocolate comes oozing from the middle once Wolfwood breaks into it, prompting a low, impressed sound from him as he swipes the cake through a bit of the chocolate as it oozes onto the plate.]
So that’s why they call it lava, huh?
[Oh god, he is so full. But he’s eating it anyway, a tiny bit…oh god it’s SO RICH but so good at the same time, he is going to die.]
Wait, have you never had a lava cake before? [Ain says this as he's tucking bills into the server wallet, a whole $20 plus tip... he's feeling nice since the waiter was so prompt and this place is packed, so he drops $10 in there as a tip. Ain doesn't realise that half the promptness was likely due to Wolfwood's mafia adornments. You're not gonna be the one to keep the damn mafia waiting on their food, are you?] Out of curiosity, what did you think it was until now?
[Please say "cake shaped like a volcano", Ain will die laughing on the spot.
Anyway, he does the thing you do with crème brûlée where you crack it with the side of your spoon first, determines that that's the Good Crunch™, and digs in. It's also very rich, lighter than the lava cake for sure, but still very sweet in a way that shouldn't be palatable with fucking lemonade.]
It's yummy!
[And then he reaches his spoon over to the lava cake to try that. It looks very touristy in a way — you know how tourists are, trying all the food they can without reservation.]
He doesn’t mind Ain stealing bites of his (their) cake, though. He’ll just have to reach over and steal a bite of his own, though, because he for SURE hasn’t had creme brulee. That’s some real fancy shit.]
[...yep, Ain thought so, and he immediately starts laughing right on cue, having to cover his mouth with his hand so he's not too loud. The laughter melts off into little snort-giggles soon after. Ah...
God. For someone who dresses like a punk and doesn't know how to wear a shirt that covers his chest, Wolfwood sure is cute.]
Aww, I'd love to see a cake shaped like a volcano! It sounds fun. They can put little fondant dinosaurs on it.
[Okay Ain is thinking more "prehistoric" and not like, Actual Legitimate Volcanoes here, but that's fine. He's going to have to ask Wolfwood if he believes in dinosaurs later. Ain had such a strict upbringing that he's not entirely sure either way yet.]
[Oh. Ohhhhh no. Oh….oh no his laugh. That was so cute? That was SO fucking cute…
Okay note to self, if they last long enough? Get Ain a cake shaped like a volcano with little dinosaurs on it for his birthday. An actual chocolate lava cake. He’s fucking doing this watch him Ain’s birthday is in December right, he can do this-
Wolfwood chuckles as Ain dissolves into those snorting giggles, returning to his cake for another bite. Ourgh. Urgh. He might have to bring the rest of this home, assuming Ain doesn’t just help him finish it straight up.]
That does sound like something you’d come up with.
Wouldn't it be so fun? I'd do fondant because you can eat them. The little plastic toys are also fun, but I dunno. I'm twenty-three.
[His birthday is December 15th baybee. Mark your calendar.]
Fondant actually doesn't taste that great, but it's okay. It's more fun if you pretend you're a giant biting the heads off of dinosaurs. Like with animal crackers. [Can you tell Ain didn't get to grow up right...] I'm imagining it now. It's silly.
[Haha Wolfwood thinks any of this is gonna be leftovers, that's cute. Ain will polish off everything on this table.]
Yeah, Wolfwood…has to tap out after one last bite. He cannot eat anything more, he is at full capacity. He’ll even push the plate towards the middle of the table like here Ain, you finish this because he cannot. He will however finish the rest of his tea because he’s going to go into shock from all of this sugar if he does not get something else into his system. The tea is unsweetened, he’s fine-
Eventually, they finish it all. Some-fucking-how. The food is gone, the desserts are done, Wolfwood is so full he feels like he could burst. But he’s happy. Ain is happy. He is going to take him on a walk around that lake now even if he has to drag himself along the sidewalk.]
[Ain stands and stretches, not arms over his head stretch but more of a subtle "I've been sitting for an hour and a half and need to move my legs a little" stretch, so Wolfwood won't see tummy. At least until they're outside and walking toward the lake, anyway, where Ain then stretches his arms over his head where he's not at risk of smacking someone upside the head, and Wolfwood will see just a little bit of skin. Like last time.
The lake is illuminated not only by the surrounding string lights, out to a certain point anyway, but also the moon and what little stars break through the light pollution. There are ducks on it, too, which Ain runs to the edge to get a better look at and then walks the perimeter of the lake, not on the sidewalk. It offers more privacy — it's dark, so most people want to stay on the path — as well as puts him closer to the real goal. Y'know. The ducks.
It's chilly. Brisk. But Ain isn't all that bothered yet as they stroll around, passing by other couples on the sidewalk and the occasional straggler off the trail.]
I'm having a great time with you, [he murmurs, quiet,] don't take me home immediately when we get in the car. I haven't had enough of you yet.
[As they head outside, Wolfwood lets Ain take the lead on where they go, and he’s not surprised by the way he runs right up to the edge of the lake. He prefers it that way actually, as opposed to staying on the sidewalk near the others out here. He just has to hope it’s not against this place’s rules to walk on the grass or whatever…surely not, if people feed these birds when it’s warmer out.
Also yes, he did see that slip of skin, and he is about to act up over it. Good lord give him strength.]
Wouldn’t dream of it, angel. I’ve got other things in mind.
[Well. He’s pondering it, anyway. He hasn’t decided 100% for sure if he should or not…but Ain’s admissions in the car will surely make his mind up for him.
For a while, he walks with just his hands in his pockets under the guise of keeping them warm, but eventually that isn’t enough. He knows what he wants…he just has to be careful, since they’re in public. It’s dark though, and Wolfwood’s coat is kindof long between them…
Long enough, he thinks, to adequately hide their hands as Wolfwood sidles close enough to Ain to nearly be touching him side-by-side, but not quite. It’s…so he can take his hand to hold, gently, threading their fingers in the safety of the shadow between them.]
[Ain... can't say he minds this. It's dark. Wolfwood is wearing black, and they're far enough from the path that most people won't look at them. And if anyone does, again, it would be difficult to notice. He squeezes Wolfwood's hand in his. It's warm. Soft in ways Ain didn't expect it to be.
He feels so safe with Wolfwood. Even if the world as a whole and God Himself doesn't want them to be safe, will scorn them, whatever... right now, Ain doesn't care. He feels comforted. He wants to lean into Wolfwood more and kiss him. Tell him he cares for him. Thank him for coming out here...
He'll save it all for the car.]
You've done nothing but make me feel cared for the entire time I've been coming out here. It's no wonder, huh... [No wonder that Wolfwood had to be the first boy he was ever keen on. The first one he's kissed.]
[Save it for the car, so Wolfwood will feel more justified in his decision to take Ain to a hotel. So he won’t be convinced to talk himself out of it, that it might be too much to do something like that on their first real date. For Ain’s first real foray into sexual exploration.
But, then…nobody said they really had to do much of anything, right? What if he just wants to spend more time with him somewhere private? Where they can talk and kiss and just be together? Is that so wrong?
He’s mired deep in this thinking when Ain’s soft voice pulls him back out of it, his hand giving Ain’s a gentle squeeze. It’s soft, yet calloused along the fingertips and knuckles for…unsavory reasons. His thumb brushes over the back of Ain’s knuckles, and he realizes pretty much in that moment that he’s screwed.]
‘Course I have. You make me want to be a better version of myself. And to be better for you.
[What does that mean? Who could say. Only Wolfwood knows for sure.]
You deserve to be happy, Ain. And to feel cared for like that.
Aha, stop. You're great the way you are, you know. Everyone has room for improvement, but really... you haven't done anything strange to say that.
[You know all those mafia red flags? Yeah Ain still has not seen them. Wolfwood is just a dude. Sort of what Ain wants to be, he thinks. He imagines now if he weren't raised so religiously... would he have known how he felt about guys sooner?
Something to chew on, maybe.
Ain looks over to where the ducks are and smiles.]
I'm glad we met. I can't really get enough of you right now, haha.
[Soon enough, they'll finish their lap around the lake. Soon enough, they'll be back with the regular dinner crowd, and they'll have to leave room for Jesus and stop holding hands. That's all gonna end when they get to the car, though. Ain's going to say all sorts of stuff that would've landed them in real hot water outside of it.]
[Yeah, haha…what about all of the people he’s shaken down for Chapel’s sake? The people he’s hurt? Killed? He is not just a dude, unfortunately. In fact, there is a lot going on with Wolfwood that is very, very bad. Very sinful, and that’s not even including his sexuality. But at least here right now with Ain, he doesn’t have to think about that side of his life. He can just hold hands with him and walk around the lake, talking to each other in hushed tones like they’re talking under the blankets at a sleepover, trying to not be overheard.
Wolfwood is used to this part of it. You can’t just be a gay man in this world, not without risking being the result of a hate crime, or worse. Even gay bars aren’t really “safe”, but often times people take what they can get. So this, at least, he can handle…even if it means hiding their joined hands between them until they get around to the other side of the lake.]
I promised, didn’t I? I ain’t lettin’ you go back home just yet.
[Night has long since fallen, but the evening is still relatively young as they head back for the car. Wolfwood has to reluctantly let Ain go when they get to the sidewalk, stepping away from him so as not to arouse suspicion. There’s part of him that wants to keep holding his hand once they get in the car, but unfortunately he needs both to pull out of the parking lot.
In the meantime, though…the doors to the truck shut and lock, and Wolfwood turns the radio on very low so he can hear Ain over it as he turns up the heater. He lets the engine purr for a minute to heat up, glancing over at Ain out of the corner of his eye while he pulls out a cigarette to light before they get back on the road.]
So…I believe you had somethin’ you wanted to tell me about.
[Of course Wolfwood immediately lights up. Why is Ain not surprised? And yet... he's started to associate the scent of nicotine with Wolfwood, so he hardly minds. Sure, he'll take his secondhand lung cancer.]
Uh-huh. The dreams, remember? [...] You got the cute one. The other ones are, um...
...I don't know if it's too much to admit on a first date, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to go home feeling normal either. So! [That will probably be Wolfwood's... second? sign of the night that Ain's been fucking Thirsty over him.] The first one I ever had was actually me getting to fondle your chest, haha... I guess I was staring too long at the diner. I really wanted to touch it then, too, but I didn't have that figured out at the time. ...soooort of why I felt you up on the bike. Sorry!
[Somehow, he doesn't actually sound all that sorry. Ain folds his hands in his lap and crosses his legs with purpose, like oh no he's totally not been horny over any of this. Nope.]
You know the one where we were necking in the car already. [That was the precursor to actually doing so.] Um... I'm sure you remember driving the bike and me sitting in front. I sat in front because I knew I was going to be tempted to put my hands all over you, since that was after that dream I just mentioned. But then... I dunno. I could...
[Squirms.]
Feel you pressed against me, and it was bad. I was glad you couldn't see my face at all, because I must've looked like a mess. It was... good? It was too good. Anyway, I went home and woke up having a fever dream where you were pressed against me like that, but you were pushing me down into... something. I don't know. A bed or a wall or even the floor, it wasn't clear. I didn't stay asleep for long after that.
[He woke up so hard he couldn't think straight. And he didn't think straight. At all.]
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Immediately comes out with that.
Yeah, he decided way ahead of time. He looks so excited bringing it up. It's NOT cheesecake this time, please praise him. It's actually something more adult than tri-coloured frozen yogurt covered in candy, too.]
Oh, or creme brulee? Maybe both!
[Ain that's like. 5000 calories right there. Are you good— are you starving to death. Blink twice if you need help.]
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[Signs point to no, he thinks Ain could eat both of those all by his damn self. Not that he knows where it’s all going, what the fuck!!]
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Ain hums thoughtfully, twirls his fork around, and says in a soft but pitched tone—]
That's not very straight of you~.
[It's barely audible over someone a few tables down yelling about undercooked steak, so y'know, not worries. Ain giggles afterwards, nonplussed by the ordeal.]
Yeah, I'll share.
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M’pretty sure I’ve made a monster…
[Ain has realized they’re both gay men and is now off the string. At least until he gets home and the weight of his sins comes crushing down on him, as it does.
Anyway though, the food is good. Amazing, actually. The lobster melts in your mouth and the veggies and potatoes compliment it perfectly. Absolutely worth the $20 something Ain is going to be paying for both of them, which is a shit ton of cash in 50s money. As they eat though, Wolfwood is…distracted. Watching Ain happily stuff his face with a little trickle of butter falling down his chin…
He snaps out of it when the waiter comes back by to refill their drinks.]
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Anyway, Ain does wind up being the first of the two to finish eating. He's pleased as punch, truly, swaying back and forth to whatever music this place has on the radio even though the words are pretty much incomprehensible over the noise. It's good. Ain has already placed an order for their aforementioned desserts, to be brought out in about twenty minutes because Wolfwood is still eating.
Meanwhile, Ain is drinking his lemonade and vibing. He's happy. The sins will kill him later, but he's happy right now. Let him have this much.]
It's a good little restaurant, right? I told you! It's not even that expensive.
[how much money do you have.]
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Plus, it doesn’t help that Ain keeps alluding to those “dreams” he’s been having, as well as how riding on the bike has effected him? Like…
Woof.
Wolfwood keeps eating though, not wanting to hold them up too much just because he’s slow. He’s happy to see Ain having such a good time, though. He deserves it after the stressful time it sounds like he’s been having whenever they’ve been apart.]
It’s really nice. Though I dunno if I would call it inexpensive, exactly.
[Bro it is so expensive.]
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Huh? What do you mean? It's not that bad, is it?
[Ain...]
It's no family-owned diner, but... [Ain you're about to pay the 2024 equivalent of $240 for food. Hello.]
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Feeling some kind of way right now! That’s for sure.
But he is behaving. He wants to do well by Ain. He wants to treat him well, and for every first to mean something. And so far, Ain trusts him a great deal to admit to him that he thinks he might be into men. That is huge for someone who was raised like him.
He scoffs, shaking his head a little as he uses his fancy little fork to polish off the last of that second lobster tail.]
It’s pretty bad. But I wouldn’t say it ain’t worth the price, for as good as it all tastes. Plus, you’re payin’ for…what.
[He gestures vaguely with a hand.]
The ambiance? The experience? I’m just happy I’m here with you. ..hanging out.
[He adds that last part quickly, because somebody who just walked past slowed down as he said that.]
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Ain grins against the rim of his glass, takes a long drink, and then swirls the half-melted ice around.]
The ambiance and the string lights and the price of shipping lobsters. And the lake? Haha, it's a ginchy spot for a restaurant. I guess you can pay top dollar for a place that's on premium land. I won't say I understand how real estate works.
[He supposes this place has to pay its rent though.]
You like it, then! I'm glad. We can come back another time. Just give the word. ...and I think you'll really like the lava cake!
[girl he is so excited about cake.]
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[He teases, turning to his sides to finish those too. He feels like he’s going to explode, eating all of this…how the hell does Ain have room for two whole desserts after? He seriously can’t fathom it.
Well, whatever. If he’s happy, that’s all that matters. Wolfwood is just going to sit back in the booth and wait for the desserts to come while he undoes his belt a couple notches.]
Did you wanna go walking by the lake before we leave, by the way? It’s pretty cold out, but…
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[Eyeroll, for dramatic effect. He'll share. He's a nice Ain.]
But yeah, haha, we can. If we get too cold after half a lap, we can always turn around and sprint back to the truck. Mm, besides, we need to burn off this meal somehow.
[So you admit it's a lot of food! You admit this is a ton of fucking food, Ain!!
Oh well. He's happy. He'll take a walk and do some stretches and they'll head back to the car. It's romantic.]
By the way, as far as the waiter knows, you're the one with the lava cake. Don't be shocked when it ends up in front of you!
[If they're sharing, it's easier for them to have one each, and then sometimes coyly stick their spoons across the table like oooh, teehee, heehee, I'm stealing your foooood.]
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[At least the waiter won’t come by looking at Ain like an alien for ordering so much dessert. Good lord.
He’s tentatively looking forward to their stroll around the lake, actually. Though there will likely be lots of other couples doing the same, so they won’t be able to really get close…it’ll still be nice. They’ll have some semblance of privacy, so long as they don’t walk too close to anyone else.
Anyway! The desserts come shortly after alongside their check, and since the lava cake has been ordered as “his”, Wolfwood wastes no time digging his spoon into it. As expected, the warm chocolate comes oozing from the middle once Wolfwood breaks into it, prompting a low, impressed sound from him as he swipes the cake through a bit of the chocolate as it oozes onto the plate.]
So that’s why they call it lava, huh?
[Oh god, he is so full. But he’s eating it anyway, a tiny bit…oh god it’s SO RICH but so good at the same time, he is going to die.]
How’s yours?
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[Please say "cake shaped like a volcano", Ain will die laughing on the spot.
Anyway, he does the thing you do with crème brûlée where you crack it with the side of your spoon first, determines that that's the Good Crunch™, and digs in. It's also very rich, lighter than the lava cake for sure, but still very sweet in a way that shouldn't be palatable with fucking lemonade.]
It's yummy!
[And then he reaches his spoon over to the lava cake to try that. It looks very touristy in a way — you know how tourists are, trying all the food they can without reservation.]
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[Literally what else would it be Ain come on-
He doesn’t mind Ain stealing bites of his (their) cake, though. He’ll just have to reach over and steal a bite of his own, though, because he for SURE hasn’t had creme brulee. That’s some real fancy shit.]
…oh, shit, that is really good.
[Steals another bite-]
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God. For someone who dresses like a punk and doesn't know how to wear a shirt that covers his chest, Wolfwood sure is cute.]
Aww, I'd love to see a cake shaped like a volcano! It sounds fun. They can put little fondant dinosaurs on it.
[Okay Ain is thinking more "prehistoric" and not like, Actual Legitimate Volcanoes here, but that's fine. He's going to have to ask Wolfwood if he believes in dinosaurs later. Ain had such a strict upbringing that he's not entirely sure either way yet.]
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Okay note to self, if they last long enough? Get Ain a cake shaped like a volcano with little dinosaurs on it for his birthday. An actual chocolate lava cake. He’s fucking doing this watch him Ain’s birthday is in December right, he can do this-
Wolfwood chuckles as Ain dissolves into those snorting giggles, returning to his cake for another bite. Ourgh. Urgh. He might have to bring the rest of this home, assuming Ain doesn’t just help him finish it straight up.]
That does sound like something you’d come up with.
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[His birthday is December 15th baybee. Mark your calendar.]
Fondant actually doesn't taste that great, but it's okay. It's more fun if you pretend you're a giant biting the heads off of dinosaurs. Like with animal crackers. [Can you tell Ain didn't get to grow up right...] I'm imagining it now. It's silly.
[Haha Wolfwood thinks any of this is gonna be leftovers, that's cute. Ain will polish off everything on this table.]
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[It’s cute. You’re cute. He loves you-
Yeah, Wolfwood…has to tap out after one last bite. He cannot eat anything more, he is at full capacity. He’ll even push the plate towards the middle of the table like here Ain, you finish this because he cannot. He will however finish the rest of his tea because he’s going to go into shock from all of this sugar if he does not get something else into his system. The tea is unsweetened, he’s fine-
Eventually, they finish it all. Some-fucking-how. The food is gone, the desserts are done, Wolfwood is so full he feels like he could burst. But he’s happy. Ain is happy. He is going to take him on a walk around that lake now even if he has to drag himself along the sidewalk.]
C’mon. Once around the lake, then we’ll head out.
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[Ain stands and stretches, not arms over his head stretch but more of a subtle "I've been sitting for an hour and a half and need to move my legs a little" stretch, so Wolfwood won't see tummy. At least until they're outside and walking toward the lake, anyway, where Ain then stretches his arms over his head where he's not at risk of smacking someone upside the head, and Wolfwood will see just a little bit of skin. Like last time.
The lake is illuminated not only by the surrounding string lights, out to a certain point anyway, but also the moon and what little stars break through the light pollution. There are ducks on it, too, which Ain runs to the edge to get a better look at and then walks the perimeter of the lake, not on the sidewalk. It offers more privacy — it's dark, so most people want to stay on the path — as well as puts him closer to the real goal. Y'know. The ducks.
It's chilly. Brisk. But Ain isn't all that bothered yet as they stroll around, passing by other couples on the sidewalk and the occasional straggler off the trail.]
I'm having a great time with you, [he murmurs, quiet,] don't take me home immediately when we get in the car. I haven't had enough of you yet.
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Also yes, he did see that slip of skin, and he is about to act up over it. Good lord give him strength.]
Wouldn’t dream of it, angel. I’ve got other things in mind.
[Well. He’s pondering it, anyway. He hasn’t decided 100% for sure if he should or not…but Ain’s admissions in the car will surely make his mind up for him.
For a while, he walks with just his hands in his pockets under the guise of keeping them warm, but eventually that isn’t enough. He knows what he wants…he just has to be careful, since they’re in public. It’s dark though, and Wolfwood’s coat is kindof long between them…
Long enough, he thinks, to adequately hide their hands as Wolfwood sidles close enough to Ain to nearly be touching him side-by-side, but not quite. It’s…so he can take his hand to hold, gently, threading their fingers in the safety of the shadow between them.]
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[Ain... can't say he minds this. It's dark. Wolfwood is wearing black, and they're far enough from the path that most people won't look at them. And if anyone does, again, it would be difficult to notice. He squeezes Wolfwood's hand in his. It's warm. Soft in ways Ain didn't expect it to be.
He feels so safe with Wolfwood. Even if the world as a whole and God Himself doesn't want them to be safe, will scorn them, whatever... right now, Ain doesn't care. He feels comforted. He wants to lean into Wolfwood more and kiss him. Tell him he cares for him. Thank him for coming out here...
He'll save it all for the car.]
You've done nothing but make me feel cared for the entire time I've been coming out here. It's no wonder, huh... [No wonder that Wolfwood had to be the first boy he was ever keen on. The first one he's kissed.]
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But, then…nobody said they really had to do much of anything, right? What if he just wants to spend more time with him somewhere private? Where they can talk and kiss and just be together? Is that so wrong?
He’s mired deep in this thinking when Ain’s soft voice pulls him back out of it, his hand giving Ain’s a gentle squeeze. It’s soft, yet calloused along the fingertips and knuckles for…unsavory reasons. His thumb brushes over the back of Ain’s knuckles, and he realizes pretty much in that moment that he’s screwed.]
‘Course I have. You make me want to be a better version of myself. And to be better for you.
[What does that mean? Who could say. Only Wolfwood knows for sure.]
You deserve to be happy, Ain. And to feel cared for like that.
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[You know all those mafia red flags? Yeah Ain still has not seen them. Wolfwood is just a dude. Sort of what Ain wants to be, he thinks. He imagines now if he weren't raised so religiously... would he have known how he felt about guys sooner?
Something to chew on, maybe.
Ain looks over to where the ducks are and smiles.]
I'm glad we met. I can't really get enough of you right now, haha.
[Soon enough, they'll finish their lap around the lake. Soon enough, they'll be back with the regular dinner crowd, and they'll have to leave room for Jesus and stop holding hands. That's all gonna end when they get to the car, though. Ain's going to say all sorts of stuff that would've landed them in real hot water outside of it.]
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Wolfwood is used to this part of it. You can’t just be a gay man in this world, not without risking being the result of a hate crime, or worse. Even gay bars aren’t really “safe”, but often times people take what they can get. So this, at least, he can handle…even if it means hiding their joined hands between them until they get around to the other side of the lake.]
I promised, didn’t I? I ain’t lettin’ you go back home just yet.
[Night has long since fallen, but the evening is still relatively young as they head back for the car. Wolfwood has to reluctantly let Ain go when they get to the sidewalk, stepping away from him so as not to arouse suspicion. There’s part of him that wants to keep holding his hand once they get in the car, but unfortunately he needs both to pull out of the parking lot.
In the meantime, though…the doors to the truck shut and lock, and Wolfwood turns the radio on very low so he can hear Ain over it as he turns up the heater. He lets the engine purr for a minute to heat up, glancing over at Ain out of the corner of his eye while he pulls out a cigarette to light before they get back on the road.]
So…I believe you had somethin’ you wanted to tell me about.
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Uh-huh. The dreams, remember? [...] You got the cute one. The other ones are, um...
...I don't know if it's too much to admit on a first date, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to go home feeling normal either. So! [That will probably be Wolfwood's... second? sign of the night that Ain's been fucking Thirsty over him.] The first one I ever had was actually me getting to fondle your chest, haha... I guess I was staring too long at the diner. I really wanted to touch it then, too, but I didn't have that figured out at the time. ...soooort of why I felt you up on the bike. Sorry!
[Somehow, he doesn't actually sound all that sorry. Ain folds his hands in his lap and crosses his legs with purpose, like oh no he's totally not been horny over any of this. Nope.]
You know the one where we were necking in the car already. [That was the precursor to actually doing so.] Um... I'm sure you remember driving the bike and me sitting in front. I sat in front because I knew I was going to be tempted to put my hands all over you, since that was after that dream I just mentioned. But then... I dunno. I could...
[Squirms.]
Feel you pressed against me, and it was bad. I was glad you couldn't see my face at all, because I must've looked like a mess. It was... good? It was too good. Anyway, I went home and woke up having a fever dream where you were pressed against me like that, but you were pushing me down into... something. I don't know. A bed or a wall or even the floor, it wasn't clear. I didn't stay asleep for long after that.
[He woke up so hard he couldn't think straight. And he didn't think straight. At all.]
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