[A.N:] Hey guys! I'm having a wonderful time on spring break in Florida, and I'm thoroughly enjoying the beach (my fair Irish skin hates me right now! Ouch!). Anyways I thought I'd make a little one-shot to celebrate Valentine's Day (since I'm all alone. T_T) I've had this idea for a couple of months and I decided to sit down and write it tonight. Even though it's a bit late to celebrate Valentine's Day I still wanted to get this down so here you go!
Disclaimer: I don't own jack squat!
Looking back on it I'm glad that I got him something.
I stared at the red roses and chocolates I was buying. I've only ever been in a flower shop a few times in my life, most of the occasions being when I was a young child with my mother when she was buying a bouquet for some occasion or another. But only twice have I been in one for Valentine's Day flowers. That was my first time buying flowers for a boy and I didn't even know if I should buy him anything at all, him being my first boyfriend. I remember wondering if gay couples even do these things for each other.
The cashier lady must have noticed my troubled expression as I worried my lip between my teeth. She patted my hand and said, "I'm sure she'll love them." This, however, did nothing to help soothe my dilemma.
I picked up my dozen roses and the convenient chocolates they sell for the holiday, and headed for my car. 'Will he like them?' I thought. 'It's been a year since we started dating… is it even an appropriate time to start doing these things for each other?' I've only had two other experiences with Valentine's Day, they were both with girls who knew what they wanted and didn't have any problem expressing it. How was I supposed to know what Paul, a guy, wanted when the only thing I had to go on was experiences with females?
I step out of my car, flowers in one hand, chocolates in the other. I remember thinking that it wasn't too late to throw my gifts in the bushes and pretend like it's any other date night. But somehow, subconsciously I rang the doorbell and there was no going back from there on. Better to get him something when he wasn't expecting it and have him hate it than to get him nothing when he is expecting it and have him hate me.
He opened the door and my heart skipped a beat. He was just wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt from some concert, but something about an attractive guy in casual clothes was sexy as hell to me. My mother always told me to catch someone who looks better dressed down than dressed up, and boy, does mother know best.
"Jake… you were supposed to be here at eight, the movie doesn't start 'til…" he trailed off noticing the items I so nervously held.
With a shaky, nervous smile I held the red roses out to him. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe."
He frowned at the flowers and heart shaped box then up at me. "Jake… I only tell you this because apparently the dick wasn't a big enough give away, but I'm not a fucking chick! I mean, for fucks sake, you try to open doors for me, pull out chairs for me, give me your jacket, you even tried to do that cheesy-assed 'jacket over the puddle' thing! I'm fucking sick of it! How many times? How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have boobs and a vagina?" He ranted.
"I…" I stammered. "I'm sorry, Paul, I just wanted to make you happy." I said lamely.
I'll never forget that sly smile that slid across his lips. "I suppose I could forgive you… and I do love chocolate." He said before pulling me inside and colliding lips.
Now, sitting next to the love of my life, roses in our hair while eating chocolate after several bouts of great sex, I can honestly say that I am glad that I got him the red roses and chocolates.
Love you guys and please Please PLEASE review! If I get enough feedback I'll add a sex scene and add it to the adult site. C: