A/N: Strong Language.
A/N: Lyrics in Bold are an Alternate Version of "Treat you Better" By Shawn Mendes.
"I know I can treat you better than he can
And any Guy like you deserves a gentleman
Tell me why are you draining time
With all your wasted Whining
When you should be with me instead?
Mason You know I can treat you better
Than any Human can"
The Restaurant had been closed down just for them. It had Taken Brett Weeks to arrange, this. One day on a Lazy Friday afternoon, Mason had been talking about his unsuccessful Love Life. Brett offered to show Mason what a real Date Night was like.
They'd been on Three dates so far. The first, was at the Movies. The second was at the Beach, then Brett's house. But the second that ass-wipe Liam knocked on the door, that Date got ruined. So for Date number Three, Brett had planned this in advance. It was in a Five star Restaurant. There were Key's and directions left from Natrioli, the Head Chef.
All Brett did was arrive early, and switch the ovens on. Put the food on the oven trays, and went home to change while the food was cooking or so he thought.
it was only when he'd driven back to the Restaurant with Mason that he'd realised his mistake. The Good News was that Mason was clearly pleased with the Decor of the place. The colours were warm, the Instrumental Music was inviting, and Brett had printed out Classic movie posters and hung them on the walls.
"Wow is that the Original GodFather Poster?" Mason asked pointing.
"Correct. I'll give you that Gold star later, make yourself comfortable" Brett said trying not to look at Mason take his Jacket off.
He went to check on the food. Only to curse under his Breath, as he realised that the food was still frozen.
"What the?..." Brett muttered as he opened the oven and was met with Frozen Pasta Shells and uncooked Lobster. He ran back to Natrioli's notes and saw that he he'd pressed the wrong button. The oven wasn't on.
Shit.
He Quickly turned on the Ovens and Gas Hobs, making sure that the water was starting to boil before he joined his date.
"Mason how would you like a Quick Tour around here"
"Sure that would be great" Mason said.
Relived Brett told him that it would only be a Short tour. But it took longer than expected for the meals to be finished. Fifty One Minutes later and Brett could smell everything had been cooked. Like a Professional Tour Guide he turned Mason's attention to the Solvent Green Posters Which were the closest to their table.
"Our food's done. Please Join me" Brett said gently stirring him down the stairs.
Luckily Mason was open to trying new things. Brett hoped that Willingness to do anything extended to all areas of his life. He gave him a section of Lobster, Ravioli and Bakso. An Indonesian snack that Satomi had recommended.
"There you go Sir. Let me know if you don't like it. There's plenty to choose from" Brett said.
That was a Half truth. There was more food but it was frozen. It was horrid Ettiquette to make Mason wait anymore.
"This food is insane Brett, Well done" Mason said.
Brett told him that he couldn't take all the credit. The conversation, went Smoothly. Mason's endless Supernatural Were Questions, were sensible and polite. Occasionally Brett would steer away and talk about Nineteen Fifty Digital Camera History. Mason's took out his phone and gave him a new Website on New Supernatural hunters that were calling themselves the HVF. Brett glanced at it before deciding to stay on the same subject.
"Mason...May I ask you a personal Question?"
"If it's a Question about my Non-existent Dating life, I have to plead the fifth" Mason said.
"Kind of. The Guy at the Club. The Scorpion that took a Shining too you...why did you let him lead you away like that?" Brett asked.
He paused as Mason awkwardly played with his fork.
"Lucas? Ummm... I don't know. I mean I think it was the way that he looked at me" Mason said with a shrug.
"How?" Brett asked slowly, telling himself to take notes in his head.
"His eyes were so Dark, they were pitch Black. He just looked at me, like I was the only person in the Club. No-one's looked at me like that Brett. At Sinema, Liam got hit on Fifty times a Minute. You get hit on Everyday a Billion times a second. And I'm lucky if someone even smiles at me. It's corny really. I'm so corny. Lucas was the first Guy giving me attention. Like a Dumb-ass I lapped it up. My First kiss was literally the kiss of Death" Mason said.
Mason's phone Beeped. They both knew exactly who it was. Luckily, a few taps later and Liam was silent for now.
Both Boys talked about Film Remakes VS Film Originals. Brett bit his lip in Excitement as he heard Mason Trash the new GhostBusters film until he broke out into a Sweat. Mason was in the Middle of a Speech about Kristen Wiig when his phone beeped again.
"Brett what's the address of this place? My Mom's gotta know"
"I'll drive you home" Brett offered.
"Brett you've done enough for one night honestly. I don't wanna be a useless Human pain in the ass"
"Any time alone with you is the Opposite of Pain. It's a honour to take you back. Really" Brett said.
That's how Brett found his world turned upside down.
Alone parked outside Mason's house. Mason was in the front Passenger seat. It would have been so easy...Oh so easy to stroke Mason's face and whisper Sweet nothings into his ear and try to look at him the way he'd described earlier. But he chickened out and said he'd give him the dessert tommorrow.
"I'm sorry I rushed you and stuff" Mason said.
"Don't worry you'll be more than pleased with the Dessert tomorrow, Believe me" Brett said.
In a Dazed moment of seduction, he swept his Index finger along Mason's arm. Mason responded by unbuckling his seat belt so fast that it almost cracked Brett's window.
"Shit, Sorry" Mason said.
"No, that was my fault, I startled you"
"You know, you don't have to pretend. With the compliments. With the Touching. Me and Liam get it" Mason said.
Brett cringed at Liam's name being mentioned, but he was still curious all the same.
"Pardon?" He asked.
"We know it's fake. It's sweet that you did this. Even if it is out of pity. But you don't have to do this anymore" Mason said with a Determined nod.
"Do what anymore?"
"The Dates. I was talking to Liam and...we both know you've set up these Fake Date nights to try and make me feeling better about the Sinema Stuff" Mason explained.
"Fake Dates?" Brett asked.
"Yeah. The Beach, Film Night, now this. Liam said it's like a Pity Date. You were the one that helped me out at the club. So for fun, you set up these dates as a Tester, to keep my mind Occupied" Mason said.
"Tester?" Brett asked, in disbelief.
"Fake Mock SAT's Dates that you set up"
"Fake...SAT's?" Brett said.
"Brett...Why are you repeating everything. Brett I appreciate it. It's really cool of you. These Fake dates further down line will help me find the one, I'm sure of it. When I see my Soul-mate across a Crowded room or licking some Dude's neck at a bar, your Fake Dates are gonna make me ready for that moment"
Brett stared at him in shock and Mason gently Squessed his hand.
"Goodnight Brett...and Thanks" Mason said confidently stepping out of the car. He waved and Brett held up his hand but didn't wave back.
He got home immediately stripped his clothes off. He hung up his Date clothes on a Hanger. And put them in front of his Wardrobe. He got a shower deliberately making the water Boiling. He scrubbed his skin raw, dried himself and changed into a White Tank Shirt and Beige Shorts. He turned his Television on even though he had no Intention of watching it.
He didn't know how long he laid there, he had no collection of Time, until Satomi walked in.
"Brett, it seems that there could be another name that needs to be encrypted...Brett?"
"Hello Satomi-san. I'm listening" Brett croaked.
He planned on turning towards her, but moment's later she was by his bed.
"Brett I smell Burning"
"I needed a hot shower. I'll cover myself if you prefer" Brett said.
Brett jumped off of the bed and scratched his head so that his arm hid his face. He pulled a thin Grey Jacket on, laid on the bed staring at the Television.
"I understand that you entertained an acquaintance Tonight" Satomi said.
"Needless to say it wash't successful" Brett said.
Out of the corner of his Eye he watched Satomi walked towards Brett's work Desk. She turned the chair in his direction. He expected to hear the Quiet thud of her sitting on it. But to his surprise she screetched the chair across the floor, until her legs almost touched his bed. Brett couldn't help but look at her in surprise Satomi always treasured things. She never dragged anything across floors.
"You're upset"
"With all due respect, Upset is putting it mildly" Brett revealed.
"Are you Upset because your company intentionally made you angry. Or have you mis-interpreted something?" She asked.
"I Mis-interpreted. I thought this person was interested in me. He told me afterwards that he was using me as a Prop"
"As a friend?" Satomi questioned.
"He used me as fucking first Pregnancy Test. He used me as a Stepping stone. An Audition. An Obstacle course. In his mind the dates I took him on were a cheap Dress rehearsal to get him ready for the real thing"
"Does he consider you a friend?"
"I can safely say Yes" Brett hissed.
"Is Friendship enough?" Satomi asked.
Brett took the Grey Jacket off and pointed to the Front of Wardrobe, where his date clothes hung.
"Money is not the issue. Satomi, I don't mean to sound Crude. But My Midnight Frigo Exclusive Boxer shorts cost one hundred Dollars. The Shirt was Two hundred and Fifty. The Trousers were One hundred and Thirty Seven Dollars. I paid the owners to close the Resturant down for me and Mason. Everything we ate was Imported First class. I didn't pay out this much, just for Mason's Friend-ship" Brett told her.
"I thought you said this wasn't about the money you'd spent"
"It's not. It's about the time and effort that I put into this One Evening. Only to be told that I'm actually a re-bound therapist to guide Mason on his Quest for the Perfect Guy. I haven't been this Mortified since Tina Morey told me that I had Pee Coloured eyes in the Fifth Grade" Brett said.
Before Satomi could say anything, Brett leaped off the bed. He looked in the mirror and pulled his Tank T-shirt up.
"Maybe Mason doesn't like Muscular Guys. Maybe he finds them...me...intimidating? Satomi, Tomorrow morning, we could look at recepies to help me put on weight"
"For Weres as youthful as you Brett...that might be difficult" Satomi said.
"Difficult but not impossible"
"I've never seen Mason with A Guy like me. Maybe he doesn't like Guys that look too...Popstar. Too Commercial. Satomi maybe he likes Guys with an Edge" Brett babbled.
"People with an Edge, have usually fallen off the Edge with no Safety net. Brett you're tired and agitated" Satomi guessed.
Satomi stood up, and Brett noticed she wrinkled her nose. His skin was still sensitive from the shower It wasn't until her actions, that he'd noticed that.
"You have a busy day tomorrow it may help to get some rest" Satomi reasoned.
"Of course. May I ask you a Question before I retire to bed?" Brett asked.
"Of course"
"Satomi, Is it because of who I am? Do I make him sick? What's wrong with me? Why does Mason see through me? Is it just a physical thing?" Brett said running a Shaking hand through his hair.
"I've never seen Mason with a Blonde. Should I dye my hair? I'll Go to the Best and get it shaved down and Dyed Darker. Mason told me tonight that he'd been attracted to Dark Eyes. I've never needed Contacts Obviously, but for one day..."
Brett, you're Hot, but Shivering. Practise those Breathing excersices. If you need Ice let me know" Satomi said.
She stood there. Waiting for Brett to Turn the Television off. When he did, and appeared to settle down she left.
Over and Over Brett went over the Evening with Mason. His Mind tortoured him. It sped past the Good parts. Likes Mason's smile and Mason's Lobster jokes. Brett's mind pressed play on the moment in the car, when Mason told him about his "Discovery" When his mind Re-played Mason moving away from him like he was diseased. Brett couldn't take it.
Brett howled and whined and punched the wall in his sleep. He could only relax by telling himself that he had to pass the pain on.
He couldn't handle seeing Mason in his dreams. Never being able to act on his urges in Real life.
If Brett had to sleep in agony, then it was only fair that Mason should suffer...Awake...