[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.]
[Wolfwood listens as he lights up, puffing at his smoldering cigarette to get it lit before sitting back in his seat, keeping the window cracked just enough to let the smoke filter out so poor Ain isn’t suffocating in here with him. Genuinely, though? He’s expecting Ain’s dreams to be rather tame, all things considered. The cute dream he’s heard about, and the one with them necking…it’s all rather chaste and innocent sounding. Which makes sense for a virgin, especially one with no sexual experiences to draw from at all. He doubts Ain has even seen much of it in media…in his romance novels, maybe? But he highly doubts his religious family would allow him to read anything that had sex in it, even if it was post-marriage straight missionary sex.
So he nods along, yeah yeah that all sounds about…wait what the fuck-
Wolfwood sits forward, coughing a bit as he nearly swallows the damn cigarette. The smoke burns in his nose, and for a moment he has to cup around his mouth so he doesn’t drop the thing onto his seats and burn a hole through the leather. He grabs it quickly between his index and middle finger so he can draw it away from his mouth, ashing it in the ash tray as he looks sidelong at Ain, incredulous.]
You…dreamed about fondling me? You serious?
[And…jesus he really wasn’t imagining things then when he felt Ain touching his abdomen and chest on the bike. That wasn’t innocently adjusting his grip, he did that on purpose!! And then…
Then.
Ain starts to tell him about the last dream he’d had. About the way he dreamed Wolfwood would be “pressed against him”, thanks to what he could remember on the bike. Pushing him into a bed, the wall, the floor…
Was…was Ain subconsciously dreaming about being fucked? Without really understanding what his brain was trying to make happen for him?
He grits his teeth, and realizes he’s chewed on the cigarette so hard he’s split the filter, causing the packed nicotine to spill into his mouth. He coughs, gagging and spitting it out into his hand before quickly shaking it off into the ash tray, finally pulling back out of the parking lot with a sense of urgent purpose.]
…Okay, Ain? I’m takin’ you with me to a hotel. We don’t gotta stay all night if you don’t want to, I just…need to be with you for a while. Privately.
[He is…throbbing, now. He has to do SOMETHING with Ain tonight, even if it’s as small and chaste as he can possibly get away with.
[Ain is bright red by the time he finishes recounting all of that, feeling both like there's a weight off his chest and like he's going to be stupidly embarrassed walking into the hotel they're now apparently going to. He's alarmed, also, when Wolfwood pretty much chokes multiple times, but...
Apparently he's fine. Alarmed? Ain supposes that makes sense. He was also alarmed. And he wants to point out there was no fucking they were Clothed, his brain only goes so far. Like, clearly they're gonna do something, maybe Wolfwood will put his hands all over Ain in the places Ain was too shy to try, who knows. He has a Feeling.]
Huh...? Alright, that's fine...
[He wasn't exactly done, but maybe he'll save that for the hotel. The one where he was imagining Wolfwood touching him, like, really touching him, in ways only someone that's a horny virgin could possibly comprehend.
Ain's face burns.]
It's not too much for a first date, is it? Or a first... date that I'm aware of, date? [Because let's be real, the others were dates, Ain's just dumb.]
Don’t worry about that. They were all dates. Consider this one the third.
[So you know, if he was wondering-!!
Wolfwood of course will be glad to hear more. More than thrilled to know that Ain had wet dreams about Wolfwood, and then later imagined being touched by him. But that happening in the hotel is probably wise, because by that point he’s not going to be able to restrain himself any longer. He’s already struggling as it is thinking about it.
How often…do you get this opportunity not only with your crush, but with a Virgin? Not just any virgin either, but someone so completely new to the whole thing that Wolfwood isn’t yet convinced Ain has ever had an orgasm before. More things to discover later, for now he is speeding just a small bit getting to the hotel.
And the hotel is…fine. It is Southside, meaning that it’s an average run of the mill hotel that isn’t fancy and probably will be the poorest lodgings Ain’s ever experienced, but what matters is it’s clean and private. Wolfwood walks in with Ain and books two rooms on the fourth and top floor, too easily making up a lie about how they’re both on a business trip for the week and need a place to stay for the night. The person handling the keys doesn’t think twice- especially not when they spot Wolfwood’s crosses- and even MORESO when Wolfwood tips them extra.
It’s a silent order. We were never here, and if word gets around, I’ll come find you.
Then…with the hallways empty due to the rooms being filled for the evening, Wolfwood has less to worry about by taking Ain by the hand once they step off the landing to the fourth floor, walking along with him to their room. As they’re making it inside, Wolfwood looks down at Ain out of the corner of his eye.]
Listen, Ain. I’m just gonna tell you now that…if I do anything you don’t want, you need to tell me and we’ll stop. I’d be just as happy kissing and holding you all night.
Ain is having a whole moment over here that's basically summed up as "I have no idea what I'm doing and he's gonna know immediately", which as it turns out is fine for Wolfwood and his deflowering kink. He's still incredibly nervous, though he tries not to let that show as he lets Wolfwood lead them along.
And so they get to the room. Dingy. Not fancy. Kind of sucks if he's honest. Yet...
He strays over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, nodding stiffly.]
I'll let you know. I just... you know, I don't have any experience, so I'm sure it won't be that great for you.
[Oh buddy. Oh you have no idea how untrue that is.]
I've been so afflicted, though. If we'd called the date there at the restaurant, I would've gone home and had more fantasies about you touching me— [We Are Opening A Can Of Worms] —and then I'd keep feeling unsatisfied every night because you're not there. So I'm glad we're here, but just... have zero expectations. Okay? Okay.
[Okay. They’re in the room. Well. One of the two rooms Wolfwood paid for. The door is locked. Doubly so as Wolfwood pulls the chain over on the door to make absolutely sure nobody is getting in. It’s about then that he turns to see Ain perched on the edge of the bed all pretty as he moves to toe off his shoes, and-]
W- wait, hold on-
[He feels his stomach abruptly drop to his def as he pads over to where Ain ended up, standing there dumbly with just his socks on.]
Tell me more about that. Please. You’ve thought about…me touching you? […] Did you ever…you said unsatisfied, does that mean you’ve been…?
[Oh god, oh god he’s been masturbating to him-]
…have you…gotten off? I mean. Uh. …orgasmed? Do you know what that is?
[He’s so sorry he’s having a whole moment and his dick is going to explode, he has such a fucking kink for this]
[Ain... will also kick off his shoes. And sort of hurriedly remove his cardigan, leaving him just in that sweater. The cardigan ends up over the foot of the bed on one of the posts.]
Yes, I know what— I'm a doctor. [Bro... like he gets it but bro.] And... kind of. I guess. I don't know, it wasn't that good, like I said. I've never actually— I mean, it was through whatever I was wearing at the time because I felt ashamed, I guess? Sometimes I've just got a pillow between my legs. [So, you know, multiple times he's done this.] But it's— it's difficult to go to sleep at night and have all these sinful dreams about you and wake up feeling feverish. That's what I'm trying to convey. It's...
[He cannot possibly get any redder. Now he's pushing his thighs together, hands shoved between the upper thigh and his knee, like he's Trying to hide.]
...I want you to touch me, Nick. Like— really. Put your hands wherever you want. Just get it out of my system.
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Date: 2024-02-12 02:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 02:09 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 02:17 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 02:27 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 02:32 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 02:38 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 02:48 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 03:05 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 03:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 03:33 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 03:44 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:01 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:08 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:22 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:29 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:40 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:49 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-02-12 04:57 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 05:12 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-12 05:23 am (UTC)So he nods along, yeah yeah that all sounds about…wait what the fuck-
Wolfwood sits forward, coughing a bit as he nearly swallows the damn cigarette. The smoke burns in his nose, and for a moment he has to cup around his mouth so he doesn’t drop the thing onto his seats and burn a hole through the leather. He grabs it quickly between his index and middle finger so he can draw it away from his mouth, ashing it in the ash tray as he looks sidelong at Ain, incredulous.]
You…dreamed about fondling me? You serious?
[And…jesus he really wasn’t imagining things then when he felt Ain touching his abdomen and chest on the bike. That wasn’t innocently adjusting his grip, he did that on purpose!! And then…
Then.
Ain starts to tell him about the last dream he’d had. About the way he dreamed Wolfwood would be “pressed against him”, thanks to what he could remember on the bike. Pushing him into a bed, the wall, the floor…
Was…was Ain subconsciously dreaming about being fucked? Without really understanding what his brain was trying to make happen for him?
He grits his teeth, and realizes he’s chewed on the cigarette so hard he’s split the filter, causing the packed nicotine to spill into his mouth. He coughs, gagging and spitting it out into his hand before quickly shaking it off into the ash tray, finally pulling back out of the parking lot with a sense of urgent purpose.]
…Okay, Ain? I’m takin’ you with me to a hotel. We don’t gotta stay all night if you don’t want to, I just…need to be with you for a while. Privately.
[He is…throbbing, now. He has to do SOMETHING with Ain tonight, even if it’s as small and chaste as he can possibly get away with.
They’re doing something. Anything.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:30 am (UTC)Apparently he's fine. Alarmed? Ain supposes that makes sense. He was also alarmed. And he wants to point out there was no fucking they were Clothed, his brain only goes so far. Like, clearly they're gonna do something, maybe Wolfwood will put his hands all over Ain in the places Ain was too shy to try, who knows. He has a Feeling.]
Huh...? Alright, that's fine...
[He wasn't exactly done, but maybe he'll save that for the hotel. The one where he was imagining Wolfwood touching him, like, really touching him, in ways only someone that's a horny virgin could possibly comprehend.
Ain's face burns.]
It's not too much for a first date, is it? Or a first... date that I'm aware of, date? [Because let's be real, the others were dates, Ain's just dumb.]
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:40 am (UTC)[So you know, if he was wondering-!!
Wolfwood of course will be glad to hear more. More than thrilled to know that Ain had wet dreams about Wolfwood, and then later imagined being touched by him. But that happening in the hotel is probably wise, because by that point he’s not going to be able to restrain himself any longer. He’s already struggling as it is thinking about it.
How often…do you get this opportunity not only with your crush, but with a Virgin? Not just any virgin either, but someone so completely new to the whole thing that Wolfwood isn’t yet convinced Ain has ever had an orgasm before. More things to discover later, for now he is speeding just a small bit getting to the hotel.
And the hotel is…fine. It is Southside, meaning that it’s an average run of the mill hotel that isn’t fancy and probably will be the poorest lodgings Ain’s ever experienced, but what matters is it’s clean and private. Wolfwood walks in with Ain and books two rooms on the fourth and top floor, too easily making up a lie about how they’re both on a business trip for the week and need a place to stay for the night. The person handling the keys doesn’t think twice- especially not when they spot Wolfwood’s crosses- and even MORESO when Wolfwood tips them extra.
It’s a silent order. We were never here, and if word gets around, I’ll come find you.
Then…with the hallways empty due to the rooms being filled for the evening, Wolfwood has less to worry about by taking Ain by the hand once they step off the landing to the fourth floor, walking along with him to their room. As they’re making it inside, Wolfwood looks down at Ain out of the corner of his eye.]
Listen, Ain. I’m just gonna tell you now that…if I do anything you don’t want, you need to tell me and we’ll stop. I’d be just as happy kissing and holding you all night.
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Date: 2024-02-12 05:48 am (UTC)Ain is having a whole moment over here that's basically summed up as "I have no idea what I'm doing and he's gonna know immediately", which as it turns out is fine for Wolfwood and his deflowering kink. He's still incredibly nervous, though he tries not to let that show as he lets Wolfwood lead them along.
And so they get to the room. Dingy. Not fancy. Kind of sucks if he's honest. Yet...
He strays over to the bed and sits down on the edge of it, nodding stiffly.]
I'll let you know. I just... you know, I don't have any experience, so I'm sure it won't be that great for you.
[Oh buddy. Oh you have no idea how untrue that is.]
I've been so afflicted, though. If we'd called the date there at the restaurant, I would've gone home and had more fantasies about you touching me— [We Are Opening A Can Of Worms] —and then I'd keep feeling unsatisfied every night because you're not there. So I'm glad we're here, but just... have zero expectations. Okay? Okay.
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Date: 2024-02-12 06:00 am (UTC)W- wait, hold on-
[He feels his stomach abruptly drop to his def as he pads over to where Ain ended up, standing there dumbly with just his socks on.]
Tell me more about that. Please. You’ve thought about…me touching you? […] Did you ever…you said unsatisfied, does that mean you’ve been…?
[Oh god, oh god he’s been masturbating to him-]
…have you…gotten off? I mean. Uh. …orgasmed? Do you know what that is?
[He’s so sorry he’s having a whole moment and his dick is going to explode, he has such a fucking kink for this]
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Date: 2024-02-12 06:15 am (UTC)Yes, I know what— I'm a doctor. [Bro... like he gets it but bro.] And... kind of. I guess. I don't know, it wasn't that good, like I said. I've never actually— I mean, it was through whatever I was wearing at the time because I felt ashamed, I guess? Sometimes I've just got a pillow between my legs. [So, you know, multiple times he's done this.] But it's— it's difficult to go to sleep at night and have all these sinful dreams about you and wake up feeling feverish. That's what I'm trying to convey. It's...
[He cannot possibly get any redder. Now he's pushing his thighs together, hands shoved between the upper thigh and his knee, like he's Trying to hide.]
...I want you to touch me, Nick. Like— really. Put your hands wherever you want. Just get it out of my system.
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