Under Different Circumstances

Date Night

If I finish these, before Saturday, I am awesome.

Disclaimer: Old stuff from February, finally decided to make a story out of it.

Under Different Circumstances

Date Night

Vincent was giddy. Even though he was at work and he had a lot of paperwork to fill, he was giddy and in a good mood. Tonight was his date night with Jean-Pierre and he couldn't wait. They did all sorts of things on these dates, which happened, once, or twice a month, and Jean-Pierre would always surprise him, with something.

They had done things that ranged from movie nights at home, going out to the movies, having a nice meal at home, going out to dinner, going out for walks, to a museum, ice skating, tobogganing, or just staying at home, and spending some quality time together. Tonight, it was supposed to be a quiet night at home, with leftovers and a movie.

During the entire day, Vincent kept on thinking of his lover and doodling little hearts, whenever he got distracted. He told his immediate supervisor, two weeks ago, that he would be leaving early, so that he could get home, without getting stuck, in rush hour traffic.

He was about to start putting his things away, for the weekend, when his immediate supervisor, a certain Mr. Anderson, who was about fifty-four years old, balding, had little, black, beady eyes, was as wide as he was tall, came up to see him.

Jean-Pierre called him "le pengouin"/ "the penguin" and liked to make fun of him. Vincent couldn't blame him, for Anderson was mean and wasn't necessarily an eye catch.

"Lambert!" He barked out. Vincent looked up to the short man and snapped out of his thoughts.

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm leaving early today, since my wife and I have a dinner date, d'you think you can finish up my reports? Great, thanks, I knew I could count on you!" Mr. Anderson dumped his stack of reports, on Vincent's desk and along with the loud thud, Vincent felt his previous happiness crushed.

"But sir… I was supposed to leave early today; I told you this a while back and even reminded you, last night."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Sir, you even told me yesterday that it was okay." Vincent pleaded. He felt like crying.

"Listen, Lambert, you'll stay here and finish these reports, there aren't that many left anyways. Have a nice evening!" Mr. Anderson called out, as he left, laughing to himself. Vincent wanted to cry even more now and he felt a tear roll down on his cheek. By the time he would be done, it would be close to nine. He took out his cell phone and composed a message to his lover. It wasn't long before he got a reply.


When five o'clock came about, Vincent was still just as miserable and it didn't help that he would have been home by now, had it not been for Anderson. He felt like throwing out all the reports to the garbage, but he knew that if he did that, he would be in even bigger trouble.

"Vincent?" He looked up from the stack of files and found Julie at his door, apple in hand, looking slightly surprised.

"Yes?..."

"Why are you here?"

"Because I work here?..." Vincent looked away and went back to his work.

"No, I mean why are you here?" She repeated.

"You're not making sense."

"Weren't you supposed to leave, like, two hours ago?" Vincent sighed.

"Yes, but Anderson came by." It was all Julie needed to hear.

"Jackass. Want me to finish up for you? You live far and I don't mind."

"No, no, it's okay… you're finished anyway, go." Julie hesitated for a moment. When Vincent told her to leave again, she did, reluctantly. Vincent spent the next hour hard at work and even though he wasn't done, he decided that he had done enough and that he had better things to do.

He dumped everything in Anderson's office, before going to his car. There was no way in hell that his immediate supervisor was going to ruin his date night with Jean-Pierre any further.

Vincent drove as fast as he could and made it home in a little less than two hours. He had never been quite so happy to see his front door, in his entire life and he found himself thinking that eating supper, in front of the TV, with Jean-Pierre and Monsieur close by, would be heavenly. He took out his keys and unlocked the door.


Jean-Pierre was sitting on the couch, doing some light reading, when he heard the front door open. He put his book down and went to greet Vincent. He waited for his lover to be out of his coat and shoes, before giving him a hug and a kiss to his cheek.

"Bien rentré?"/ "Made it home okay?" He asked. Vincent cuddled closer and furrowed his head in Jean-Pierre's chest.

"M'oui… chuis content d'être à la maison…"/ "M'yeah… I'm glad to be home…" Jean-Pierre let his arms rest around Vincent's waist loosely and smiled softly.

"Moi aussi chu content qu'tu sois rentré à la maison. Qu'ess tu dis si tu vas m'attendre, sur le sofa, et j'vais aller nous réchauffer d'quoi, pis après tu peux tout me raconter, mmh?"/ "I'm glad you're home as well. What d'you say if you wait for me, on the couch, and I'll go warm us up some dinner and you can then tell me everything, mmh?" Vincent nodded and loosened up his tie, as Jean-Pierre went to the kitchen. Vincent plopped himself next to Monsieur, who was snoozing on the couch, and sighed.

Vincent leaned his head back and removed his jacket, before undoing the first buttons of his shirt, pulling it out, of his pants. It had been a long day and had it not been for the fact that their couch was very comfortable, he would have gone to change, out of his clothes, but their bedroom was so very far away.

"Chéri, tu veux l'vol-au-vent, ou la saucisse, comme restant?"/ "Honey, d'you want the vol-au-vent, or the sausage leftovers?" Vincent wanted to reply that he wanted Jean-Pierre's sausage, but instead he told his husband that the vol-au-vent would be fine.

It wasn't long before Jean-Pierre came back, from the kitchen, and handed him a tray, with his dish and glass. They ate in relative silence at first, both hungry and once the dishes were dumped, in the dishwasher, Jean-Pierre pulled Vincent closer and asked him what had happened. Vincent told him everything, giving him the details, he omitted earlier, and by the time he was done explaining, he was practically sitting on his husband's lap and Jean-Pierre was caressing his back.

"C'pas juste c'qu'y t'fait, mon cœur… Y'a tu une raison, qui pourrait expliquer, pourquoi y t'fait ça?"/ "It's not fair what he's doing to you, love… is there a reason that would explain why he's doing this to you?"

"Je sais pas… mais depuis qu'on est marié, y m'fait de plus en plus de trucs de même."/ "I don't know… but ever since we got married, he's been doing things like this."

"Yé peut-être jaloux? Plain toi. Remplis un papier, ou chais pas trop quoi, mais plain toi…"/ "Maybe he's jealous? Complain. Fill out a form, or something, but complain…"

"J'peux pas…"/ "I can't…" Vincent mumbled, as he played with Jean-Pierre's cross, not looking at him.

"Comment, tu peux pas?"/ "What d'you mean, you can't?"

"J'veux pas que ça devienne encore plus pire là… c'est déjà assez pénible de même…"/ "I don't want it to become worse… it's bad enough as it is…"

"Vincent…" Jean-Pierre threatened.

"Quoi?"/ "What?"

"C'pas fair, que tu t'fasses traiter, comme du poisson pourrit."/ "It's not fair that you get treated, like yesterday's garbage."

"Je sais, mais c'pas plus grave que ça, I guess… c'correct là…"/ "I know, but it's not the end of the world, I guess… it's okay…"

Jean-Pierre decided to drop the subject and spend time with Vincent, without getting into a spat, over a man he hated. However, just because Vincent didn't want to file a complaint, it didn't mean that he wouldn't. After all, he wasn't known, as the one who always complained, for nothing.

"Oké…"/ "Okay…"

"J'm'excuse, Jean… je sais qu'tu fais juste ça, pour mon bien…"/ "I'm sorry, Jean, I know you do this, for my well being…"

"C'correct, juste continu de m'dire qu'ess y t'fait quand ça l'arrive. J'veux pas qu'tu gardes tout ça à l'intérieur."/ "It's okay, just keep telling me what he does to you, when it happens. I don't want you keeping all of this, to yourself."

"Ké…"/ "Kay…" Vincent snuggled closer to Jean-Pierre and the older man let him be, patting his back, making him feel loved.

"Je t'aime, Jean…"/ "I love you, Jean…" He whispered.

"Moi aussi, je t'aime, Vincent."/ "I love you too, Vincent." It wasn't like their regular date nights, but being able to be here, with Jean-Pierre, after a horrible day, made everything better.

OWARI 51

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Started writing: May 6th 2011, 6:34pm

Finished writing: May 8th 2011, 5:02pm

Started typing: May 12th 2011, 9:46pm

Finished typing: May 12th 2011, 10:51pm