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Adult +
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13
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3,604
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56
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Chapter 7
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***Disclaimer: The characters portrayed below are my own, sprung from my own lil twisted mind. Please ask before using them (they really don\'t like to be yanked from my mind without warning). They are going to at some point get into adult situations. If you don\'t like that idea, please leave this page now. Oh and if you really like it and wanna post it else where, please ask first. Any emails to me need to include AFF in the subject line otherwise they will be deleted.***
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Justin had rushed through a quick shower and got dressed, but for the first time in his life, he couldn’t decide what to wear. He must have gone through several outfits before sticking with the first one that he had pulled out, his favorite dress pants and a silk shirt that he had gotten with his last royalty check. When he’d bought it, he hadn’t quite been sure when he would wear it, but now seemed perfect.
The deep sapphire color seemed to lighten the blue of his eyes, causing them to shine like the purest blue topaz. And considering the fascination that Desimir had shown earlier with his eyes, he had a feeling that the shirt was the perfect one for the night.
Checking the clock, he still had time before he had to leave so he sat down, starting to think about various things. He was really hoping that this relationship would work out, unlike his last one. Justin sighed as his thoughts moved to memories of him and Donovan’s time together.
At first the other had seemed perfect, handsome and attentive to his needs, but quickly the attentiveness turned to over-protectiveness, causing handsomeness to warp with jealousy. It had taken him a while to get over the hurt caused when he finally ended the relationship and moved halfway across the country to escape him.
But that had been almost two years ago now, and he had learned so much since that time in his life. He’d also gotten very good at learning how to read people to avoid a similar mistake again. Justin thought back to the afternoon, he hadn’t really gotten much off Desimir, he’d been too spellbound by the other man to try to read him. What little he had gotten though had calmed the nerves about tonight, the first tingling of trust running through him.
A glance at his watch showed him that he aught to leave now if he wanted to get there on time. Hurrying down the stairs to the garage, he headed out towards DeLallo’s.
Within minutes he was there, shrugging off the blazer he had worn just incase the evening got chilly. As he hung it up, he started to look around the dining room for the other man. Seeing the raven-haired man and the smile on his face, Justin wasted no time heading for the table.
Justin waved Desimir back into his seat as the other man stood, welcoming him, “I’m so glad you could make it Justin.”
“I said I would be here, so here I am. Besides what writer would refuse the invitation to a dinner on someone else?” Justin replied, letting laughter color his tone. It was then that Justin noticed the rose laying in front of him, and a blush rose fetchingly on his face, “For me?”
No one had ever gotten him flowers before, or even a flower in this case, and the gesture touched his heart. It wasn’t much, but the thought behind it was obvious. Lifting the rose by the stem, he ran it along his cheek to feel the softness of it’s petals before brushing it along his lips, imagining that Desimir’s lips would feel as soft as those petals if he was ever able to get Desimir to kiss him.
Desimir shrugged slightly, “I happened to spot the flower shop and the rose caught my eye, so I decided to pick it up. I’m glad you like it though.”
Desimir’s words brought him back to reality and the rose was quickly set aside, exchanged for the menu. He’d only eaten here once or twice and wasn’t too familiar with the menu, so he began perusing the selections. “Thank you, it is very beautiful and a thoughtful gift.”
Shortly, he noticed a waitress weaving her way towards the table. His heart seemed to skip a beat when he heard Desimir greet the woman, obviously close friends if not more with the woman, “Evening Marissa, how are you today love? Ready to swear your undying love for me yet?”
Had he misjudged the man so completely? Hadn’t Desimir all but admitted that he was homosexual earlier on in the day when they were discussing this same date?
The redheaded woman smiled back, laughing, “You old tease, every time you ask and every time I toss it back in your face, yet you keep asking. Besides what is your date here going to think if you keep flirting with me? You’re just lucky that Jessica isn’t working tonight, you know what kind of temper my girl has.”
Well, at least it seemed like this was an ongoing thing between the two of them, not something too serious. Idly the writer wondered who Jessica was and why Desimir should be glad that she wasn’t here before his musings were cut short by the waitress.
She hit Desimir upside the head with her pad, and rolled her eyes once before getting down to business, “You want your regular bottle of wine?”
Desimir flashed a grin at Justin, “Do you enjoy merlot? They have a wonderful vintage of Clos du Bois here that I enjoy. Would you care for some? Or would you like something else?”
“I’ll take your word on the wine; I was never much of a connoisseur,” replied Justin. That was very true. He didn’t have a lot of extra money to spend on luxuries such as a good bottle of wine, usually picking up some low cost bottle if he was in the mood for some. That plus how he was raised, almost dirt poor, didn’t help add to any wine knowledge that he might have.
“Well, a bottle of Clos du Bois for the pair, and what else?” Marissa asked, pen poised to take their order.
Desimir looked to Justin, indicating for him to order first. Taking the hint, Justin looked back down at the menu for a moment before speaking, “I’d like to start with the bruschetta, and then for a main course I’d like the Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo, please.” The items weren’t by far the most expensive on the list, but treats that Justin rarely had.
Desimir nodded approvingly at the choice, stating that they would go well with the wine before he ordered, “And I’ll take my Mussels Marinara and Ravioli di Portobello for the main course please, Marissa.”
Marissa shook her head, writing down the order, “Some things never change, do they, Desimir?”
Justin let a smile touch his face, it seemed like Desimir was very much a creature of habit, at least when it came to this place and what he ordered.
Grinning, he shook his head, “Nope, I know what I like and stick to it. And when you get home, tell that witch of a girlfriend that I said hello and that she’s lucky I haven’t stolen her away yet.”
Inwardly, Justin breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that Marissa was already taken, and by another woman at that. So there was no real competition there for Desimir’s attention and affection.
“Rascal.” With that parting comment Marissa turned away and walked off to get their drinks.
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***Disclaimer: The characters portrayed below are my own, sprung from my own lil twisted mind. Please ask before using them (they really don\'t like to be yanked from my mind without warning). They are going to at some point get into adult situations. If you don\'t like that idea, please leave this page now. Oh and if you really like it and wanna post it else where, please ask first. Any emails to me need to include AFF in the subject line otherwise they will be deleted.***
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Justin had rushed through a quick shower and got dressed, but for the first time in his life, he couldn’t decide what to wear. He must have gone through several outfits before sticking with the first one that he had pulled out, his favorite dress pants and a silk shirt that he had gotten with his last royalty check. When he’d bought it, he hadn’t quite been sure when he would wear it, but now seemed perfect.
The deep sapphire color seemed to lighten the blue of his eyes, causing them to shine like the purest blue topaz. And considering the fascination that Desimir had shown earlier with his eyes, he had a feeling that the shirt was the perfect one for the night.
Checking the clock, he still had time before he had to leave so he sat down, starting to think about various things. He was really hoping that this relationship would work out, unlike his last one. Justin sighed as his thoughts moved to memories of him and Donovan’s time together.
At first the other had seemed perfect, handsome and attentive to his needs, but quickly the attentiveness turned to over-protectiveness, causing handsomeness to warp with jealousy. It had taken him a while to get over the hurt caused when he finally ended the relationship and moved halfway across the country to escape him.
But that had been almost two years ago now, and he had learned so much since that time in his life. He’d also gotten very good at learning how to read people to avoid a similar mistake again. Justin thought back to the afternoon, he hadn’t really gotten much off Desimir, he’d been too spellbound by the other man to try to read him. What little he had gotten though had calmed the nerves about tonight, the first tingling of trust running through him.
A glance at his watch showed him that he aught to leave now if he wanted to get there on time. Hurrying down the stairs to the garage, he headed out towards DeLallo’s.
Within minutes he was there, shrugging off the blazer he had worn just incase the evening got chilly. As he hung it up, he started to look around the dining room for the other man. Seeing the raven-haired man and the smile on his face, Justin wasted no time heading for the table.
Justin waved Desimir back into his seat as the other man stood, welcoming him, “I’m so glad you could make it Justin.”
“I said I would be here, so here I am. Besides what writer would refuse the invitation to a dinner on someone else?” Justin replied, letting laughter color his tone. It was then that Justin noticed the rose laying in front of him, and a blush rose fetchingly on his face, “For me?”
No one had ever gotten him flowers before, or even a flower in this case, and the gesture touched his heart. It wasn’t much, but the thought behind it was obvious. Lifting the rose by the stem, he ran it along his cheek to feel the softness of it’s petals before brushing it along his lips, imagining that Desimir’s lips would feel as soft as those petals if he was ever able to get Desimir to kiss him.
Desimir shrugged slightly, “I happened to spot the flower shop and the rose caught my eye, so I decided to pick it up. I’m glad you like it though.”
Desimir’s words brought him back to reality and the rose was quickly set aside, exchanged for the menu. He’d only eaten here once or twice and wasn’t too familiar with the menu, so he began perusing the selections. “Thank you, it is very beautiful and a thoughtful gift.”
Shortly, he noticed a waitress weaving her way towards the table. His heart seemed to skip a beat when he heard Desimir greet the woman, obviously close friends if not more with the woman, “Evening Marissa, how are you today love? Ready to swear your undying love for me yet?”
Had he misjudged the man so completely? Hadn’t Desimir all but admitted that he was homosexual earlier on in the day when they were discussing this same date?
The redheaded woman smiled back, laughing, “You old tease, every time you ask and every time I toss it back in your face, yet you keep asking. Besides what is your date here going to think if you keep flirting with me? You’re just lucky that Jessica isn’t working tonight, you know what kind of temper my girl has.”
Well, at least it seemed like this was an ongoing thing between the two of them, not something too serious. Idly the writer wondered who Jessica was and why Desimir should be glad that she wasn’t here before his musings were cut short by the waitress.
She hit Desimir upside the head with her pad, and rolled her eyes once before getting down to business, “You want your regular bottle of wine?”
Desimir flashed a grin at Justin, “Do you enjoy merlot? They have a wonderful vintage of Clos du Bois here that I enjoy. Would you care for some? Or would you like something else?”
“I’ll take your word on the wine; I was never much of a connoisseur,” replied Justin. That was very true. He didn’t have a lot of extra money to spend on luxuries such as a good bottle of wine, usually picking up some low cost bottle if he was in the mood for some. That plus how he was raised, almost dirt poor, didn’t help add to any wine knowledge that he might have.
“Well, a bottle of Clos du Bois for the pair, and what else?” Marissa asked, pen poised to take their order.
Desimir looked to Justin, indicating for him to order first. Taking the hint, Justin looked back down at the menu for a moment before speaking, “I’d like to start with the bruschetta, and then for a main course I’d like the Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo, please.” The items weren’t by far the most expensive on the list, but treats that Justin rarely had.
Desimir nodded approvingly at the choice, stating that they would go well with the wine before he ordered, “And I’ll take my Mussels Marinara and Ravioli di Portobello for the main course please, Marissa.”
Marissa shook her head, writing down the order, “Some things never change, do they, Desimir?”
Justin let a smile touch his face, it seemed like Desimir was very much a creature of habit, at least when it came to this place and what he ordered.
Grinning, he shook his head, “Nope, I know what I like and stick to it. And when you get home, tell that witch of a girlfriend that I said hello and that she’s lucky I haven’t stolen her away yet.”
Inwardly, Justin breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that Marissa was already taken, and by another woman at that. So there was no real competition there for Desimir’s attention and affection.
“Rascal.” With that parting comment Marissa turned away and walked off to get their drinks.