A/N: I don't own Dex or Saracen. Proud to bring this one back for Gay Pride month in the US. June 2015!
Dexter Vex checked himself out in the rear-view mirror a final time then guided his 2014 Lamborghini Aventador Roadster towards his destination. Perfect man, perfect car. He thought. He liked impressing people with his looks, which he thought, at over four centuries old, were paticularly stunning. The fact that he was picking up the one man who turned more heads than he did didn't bother him in the least. Because he was the one man on the planet whose looks Dexter put above his own, and that was saying something.
Dexter pulled up to a low-slung official-looking building, openly admiring the man who'd posed himself on the steps. Saracen Rue had his shirt slightly rumpled as usual, and his beard had the sexy, scruffy look he always managed with stubble whereas most men would have looked like derelicts. Saracen grabbed his canvas bag, then walked down the steps to the silver Lamborghini, tossing it casually on the back seat. "Nice set of wheels." He said in greeting and Dexter snorted.
"Mm. You have that cat-who-got-into-the-cream and got out the window just in time to avoid a shotgun blast look on your face." Dexter said and Saracen chuckled. "Why don't we stop for coffee and you can tell me all about it?"
Saracen agreed and Dex wondered idly as he drove what was up. It wasn't that the Dead Men never met just for coffee, but they tended to be intense, serious men. It just wasn't like any of them to spend time together and he thought he smelled an adventure in the works. He could certainly smell Saracen's cologne which was as expensive as his own and made him slightly heady as all rich scents did. I need to stop being a hedonist. He told himself. And I will. Tomorrow.
Saracen nudged him. "Coffee, remember?" He asked, and Dexter nodded and pulled up smoothly, slightly past the coffee shop he'd been meaning to take Saracen to. Something about the man was distracting him, and he didn't know what.
"Are you all right?" Saracen asked, and Deter looked at him.
"Yeah, yeah. Never better. Up late last night." It was a lie, but Saracen bought his wink and as they settled into the coffee shop, he bought Dexter's story about not getting her name.
Their coffee was good, and Saracen was as charming as ever, but his friend seemed to be avoiding the reason he'd called on Dex to meet him. Dex waited patiently. It was likely something he didn't want mixed up with and he knew Saracen would use his masculine wiles on him to a certain extent. What did men call it today? A bromance?
That was it, and he knew that was part of the problem, Saracen wanted admired by other men, like all men did, and Dexter hadn't complimented him on anything yet. Saracen would never admit it, but Dex knew he'd been hurt when he didn't get a compliment on his looks. "You know, I keep meaning to ask you how you get your beard to do that. I just look like I'm homeless when I try it." He said and Saracen laughed, pleased to get some attention at last.
"Yeah, well I didn't take the master class in cute and sexy that had that barista drooling over you." Saracen shot back cheerfully. "It's good to see you again, Dex."
That was... I have no adjectives at the moment I can use in mixed company, but feel free to lob some my way. Yeah, I do have adjectives. That was awesome.