Throughout the meal, the conversation ebbed and flowed. Often, Jasper found himself in a dialog with Peter. They had similar tastes - in movies and music anyway.
Jasper would be lying if he didn't admit he was intrigued. Very intrigued.
When dinner eventually broke up into dancing and drinking, Jasper excused himself, claiming a need for some air. Before he left the table though, he caught Peter's eyes, holding his gaze intently for a handful of moments before he turned, heading toward the front doors.
Again, Jasper's calm was more smoke and mirrors than actual confidence. It was different, though, because his nervousness didn't stem from lack of experience within his own gender.
He'd never asked anyone on a date. Ever. His relationships with women had kind of just ... evolved without the dating stage.
Yet, if Peter were to follow him outside, Jasper was fairly sure he was going to at least attempt to ask him out.
Why did he feel like a nervous kid in Junior High, suddenly aware that kissing didn't cause cooties?
His mind was overwrought with questions. How was this supposed to go down? Was he misreading Peter's interest? What if he said no? What if he said yes?
The doors open and Peter stepped out. If anything, the rambling thoughts shooting like spastic Pong balls around the inside of his head got louder.
"Nice night," Peter said nonchalantly, staring up at the stars with his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
Jasper hummed his agreement. He twisted his neck, looking over his shoulder in an attempt to loosen the sudden tension of his body, and then he burst out laughing.
"What?" Peter asked, bemused and a little startled.
"It's just... I think we've been set up," Jasper said with a chuckle, carefully staring back forward. "Look over your shoulder. But be subtle about it."
Peter played along, rubbing his neck and craning his head innocently as if he was just restless. Seeing what Jasper had seen a minute before, Peter laughed, shaking his head. Still seated at the dinner table, Alice and Charlotte were watching them intently, their heads bent close together. "That explains why Charlotte insisted I wear my contacts tonight."
"That's a shame. I like glasses," Jasper said before he could think about his words. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what he'd said. But, since it was too late to take it back, he figured he might as well go for broke. "Although, with eyes like yours... I don't know, maybe showing them off isn't such a bad idea." He could feel Peter's eyes on him but didn't turn to look at the man. "Alice made me wash the gel out of my hair," he offered instead.
There was a few breaths of silence before Jasper heard a rustle. He looked over in time to see Peter raise his hand and a moment later, the other man's fingers were brushing lightly through his hair. Peter watched the course of his fingers and Jasper watched Peter. Finally, the other man flashed him a simpering grin, dropping his hand to his side. "Good choice," Peter said quietly.
The boys successfully procured each others numbers. When they turned to head back inside, they both rolled their eyes at their dates. Alice and Charlotte were doing high-five victory dances in their seats.
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