Wesley Mapp and Bartholomew Benjamin Barnaby, or Bigby, as he was more commonly known, had been dating for almost a year now, having met during some special science talk their university was giving. Even though Wesley was only a sophomore and Bigby a graduate student, the two still grew so close that they became lovers. Now here they were, on one of their off days in spring, and they were headed out for a little coffee date. How cheesy and romantic, right?
"Seriously, could you be any more of a Basic White Girl?" Bigby scoffed as Wesley sipped his tall coffee Frappuccino with skim milk.
"Excuse you, sir, there is absolutely nothing wrong with my choice of drink," Wesley spoke importantly, puffing up his chest. "It doesn't make me any more or less of a person to drink this!" he intentionally took a long sip to prove his point.
"That may be so," Bigby laughed at his boyfriend's antics. "But it still makes you a BWG."
"And there's nothing wrong or shameful with that!" Wesley agreed. "I would wear that label with pride because it's who I am. We need to stop shaming people for their tastes just because they've become a stereotype or a trend! After all, I have a lot of 'BWG' friends and they're the sweetest people on the planet. There's nothing wrong with being a BWG. Especially when the coffee is sooooo good!"
"Even sweeter than their extra-sugar-extra-cream-extra-espresso-skim-milk-no-foam-pumpkin-spice-latte-mochas-grandes?" Bigby joked. Wesley only glared at him, taking another deep draft of his caffeinated beverage. His look was so serious that Bigby began to bellow with laughter. To him, it was just so hard to take someone as scrawny and adorkable as Wesley seriously, especially when he was glaring over a cup of fancy BWG coffee while debating about what constituted a BWG in the first place. It was too precious!
"Oh, Wesley! My love, you're killing me!" Bigby wheezed. "Do you want me to take a picture of your cup and post it online for you? You can keep sitting there, brooding and looking all hipster and mysterious if you'd like! I'll come up with a witty, important hashtag for ya!"
"Well, just try it then!" Wesley insisted, pushing the cup over to Bigby. Unlike Wesley, Bigby hadn't even bought any coffee, choosing instead to drink a soda that he'd snuck in. He just wasn't a coffee person.
"And turn into a BWG?" Bigby pretended to look horrified.
"Bigby, you already are basic and white and you act really girly at times," Wesley reminded his boyfriend.
"And just how many pumps of sugar, caramel, pumpkin and espresso are in that thing?" Bigby snorted, pushing the cup back to Wesley.
"Not a lot," Wesley answered honestly, choosing to overlook his boyfriend's sarcasm. "I asked them to go easy on everything."
"Ah! Of course you did!" Bigby snickered. "You hipsters need a skinny frame, and of course the BWG in you won't drink more than 20 calories."
"Bigby!" Wesley pushed the cup back over to Bigby, but Bigby returned it again, continuing their little game.
Wesley sighed in exasperation. He really did love Bigby, and these petty games were pretty fun sometimes, but this one was just a little bit of a sore spot for Wesley. It was because, although everything Bigby was saying did have some grain of truth, Wesley still hated hearing those BWG stereotypes. True or not, they honestly did demean someone's lifestyle. And Wesley always, honestly, felt bad about making fun of people, even if it was just to mock the silly stereotypes. He was too much of a softie! Bigby, however, more than made up for that.
"Just try it, please?" Wesley begged again.
"Nope!" Bigby grinned cheerfully. He had nothing against anyone, he just made the BWG jokes because he knew it got under Wesley's skin, and he absolutely loved to make that adorkable little guy squirm! It was so funny to watch him get all flustered and try to defend his sisters. He was just so justice-oriented and it really was quite beautiful. It was part of the reason Bigby had fallen for him in the first place. Wesley was just so good and pure and sweet that it was impossible not to love and admire him and his moral character. It was just funny because Wesley didn't exactly seem like the hero type, just because of how shy and socially awkward he was. But whatever he lacked in body, he made up for in heart and mind!
"Please," Wesley repeated. This time, he allowed his blue eyes to widen in the look of a puppy's.
"Oh no, not the puppy eyes!" Bigby groaned, but Wesley only continued to stare deeply at his boyfriend, still pushing the cup towards him. Then Wesley proceeded to add in the quivering lip and tilted head.
"No!" Bigby wailed, but it was too late. One look and he was sold. As much as Bigby liked to think of Wesley being that adorkable loser, he knew he was guilty of it, too. He could be bought by Wesley's adorable expressions.
And even more than that, it was proof that as soft as Wesley could be, he was also very cunning. He had a dangerous weapon in the form of his puppy eyes and he was not afraid to use it! He knew how to turn his softness into a strength and use people's underestimation of him against them. It was always such fun!
"Pretty please?" Wesley asked, smile turning wicked as Bigby finally relented.
"Fine. I'll give it a taste! Just give me the stupid coffee," the larger, older man grunted. He brought the cup up to his lips, then paused. "Wait a sec. I have to grab a napkin in case this makes me puke a little," he said.
"Whatever," Wesley replied, giving the man consent to grab some napkins. Bigby stood from his seat and pretended to walk over to the napkins. He grabbed a couple before returning to the seat, but instead of sitting down or picking up the cup, he walked right over to Wesley, towering over the smaller boy. Wesley frowned up at him.
"Well?" he gestured to the cup. "You said you were going to drink!"
"No I didn't," Bigby smirked.
"What? Yes you did!" Wesley snapped indignantly.
"No I didn't," Bigby repeated. Then he added, "I said I would taste it!"
"Well what does that have to-?" Wesley began, but before he could finish, Bigby had tilted his chin up and kissed him full on the lips.
For a moment, Wesley's entire body went limp and it felt like every nerve in his body had relocated to his lips. Everything else went numb except for his mouth. For a moment, he couldn't even think, he was so surprised by Bigby's kiss. He could feel Bigby smile into his mouth. Bigby was very used to such reactions and it made him laugh every single time. It didn't matter how long he and Wesley had been together. It didn't matter how many times they'd kissed or touched before. Wesley still got so easily flustered, like the blushing little schoolboy he was. He continued to kiss Wesley, waiting for him to come to his senses and finally start kissing back.
At last, it happened, and Wesley found himself able to control his body and mind once more. He felt a flash of giddiness followed by a flash of feistiness. Bigby was the only one who could instill any boldness into Wesley, and now, he was about to see just how bold Wesley could be! Wesley was even bold enough to press his tongue inside Bigby's mouth, much to Bigby's surprise. In the same way Wesley was easy to fluster, Bigby was easy to surprise. It didn't matter how long he and Wesley had been together, he was still always surprised when Wesley pulled a move like that. And then Wesley's hand slid down to his behind. Holy crap.
"Alright! Get a room you two!" A loud voice interrupted the two men and they broke apart awkwardly. Suddenly, all of Wesley's shyness had returned and that bold boy from just a mere two seconds ago was nowhere to be seen. Bigby, himself, was still a bit surprised by the turn of events, and when he saw some frowning middle-aged worker looking at them with her arms crossed, he waved apologetically.
"Sorry, ma'am!" he said. "My boyfriend just wanted me to taste some of his coffee!"
"Bigby!" Wesley slapped Bigby's leg, but to both of their surprises, the scowling woman began to smile.
"If you want a taste-test, you can come get an empty cup," she said, voice full of amusement. At the same time, as she held out the spare cup, both of the boys saw something golden flashing on one of her fingers. A wedding ring! So she understood exactly how Bigby and Wesley felt…
Bigby took the cup with a laugh, apologizing again.
"I don't mind, just try to keep it to a minimum in front of the other customers," she told him with a wink.
"You got it!" he promised before returning to Wesley's side.
"Now do you see why I don't like PDA?" Wesley hissed, still embarrassed.
"Nope!" Bigby grinned. "We just met a kindred spirit, after all!"
"Oh, come on, Bigby, be serious!" Wesley complained.
"I am," Bigby replied smugly. "Besides, can you honestly say you didn't enjoy it?"
"Well, no," Wesley admitted, scowl fading into a shy, awkward blush.
"See, I told you!" Bigby looked satisfied with himself.
"Told me what?" Wesley snorted. "Wasn't it I who asked you to try the coffee? And speaking of, does this make you a BWG now, too?"
"If I get these coffee kisses again with you, I swear I will be the basic-est, whitest, girliest BWG to ever live," Bigby vowed, and despite himself, Wesley laughed. Then, he raised his cup in a toast and took another big sip of his drink. Mmmm! Delicious!