Don't even ask. It's random. It's funny. I wrote it when I was depressed and having problems. Reviews are good. Flames are bad. Warren is kinda AU. There's slash and implied sexual crap. If you're a homophobe, don't read it. And then after you're done not reading it go stop being a homophobe. Goodnight. (It's 12 noon. I'm special during the day).
"You are adorable when you eat."
"Only when I eat?" Warren asked, more then happy to continue getting praise from the man sitting across from him.
"Well you're adorable other times, but those not need be mentioned."
"What about when I go like this?" Warren asked playfully, sucking his middle finger, slowly.
"Warren, you better cut that out unless you want me to take you right here on this table."
"I wouldn't complain," Warren promised.
"Oh, I'm sure, but I bet the owner of this restaurant would."
"Then you could just pull out those handy little claws of yours and cut em' up. Although those claws could be used for better purposes, like cutting me out of these clothes. This shirt is just too tight."
"You're evil."
"Bet my shirt isn't as tight as your pants right now though, huh big boy?" Warren smiled, proud of himself. He'd always known he wad some bit of sexuality hidden in him.
"Warren, I'm assuming you'd like me to wait till we get home to have you, so you better stop or else it'll be in the car on the side of the road."
"Are you threatening me?" Warren asked, "I've always liked a man of power."
"Warren, cut it out!"
"What," Warren grinned again, "Are you gonna punish me?"
"Alright, that's it. We're going to the bathroom."
"Ooh, that sounds dirty. In many ways," Warren said, as his date led him smoothly towards the men's room.