A/N- Idea taken from Funky Dineva's video with Stacii Jae and Peter Thomas.
A/N- Strong Language.
A/N- Set in London
He wakes up super excited. He pre booked this. One of the best resturants in London. He'd saved up for months. Booked the best seats with the water fountain view. He was going to blow his boyfriend's socks off tonight. He smiled to himself and shuffled away from Adams' hands drifting in between his legs. It was the fifth shuffle that he'd done this week. But he'd make it up to him...
"Babe, what you up to today?" He said brightly.
"Same shit. Work. Pub with the guys. Do you want fish and and chips tonight?"
"Don't eat tonight. I've got something planned for you!" Eric rubs his hands excitedly.
"What? You for dessert?" Adam raises his eyebrows. Before he can lean over to kiss his skin, his boyfriend's starting to get ready for work.
"You'll see! I want you back from work at Six pm sharp. I've booked a taxi and everything!" Eric announces. One of the main issues he has with Adam is that he never knows what he'd thinking. He had this spectacular ability to be happy, but stone faced. His facial muscles as still as statue, his pale skin a clay porcelain mask. The only way Eric could tell how he was feeling was through those nervous brown eyes. That saying was true, his eyes were really the key to his damaged soul. But even then, Eric really had to be alert to notice.
"Tonight Adam"
"Yeah"
"I want you suited and booted man" Eric orders with a smile.
"K" Adam shrugged as he got out of bed and started getting ready for work.
All throughout the day, Eric and Anwar are talking about the date.
"I hope he loves it! He's gonna love this right?" Eric prods his friend and work colleague.
"With the amount you're paying. He bloody better!" Anwar chuckled. It was his friend's connections that got him the booking in the first place. He owed Anwar big-time. He'd already put his chosen clothes out on the bed. Purple and blue, and black multi-coloured striped jacket with a purple and sliver T-Shirt with black regular fit jeans. He'd wear light make-up that would be barely visible.
"Get Adam to get his fucking shit together and look smart. Knowing your luck, he'll be showing up in his painting and decorating dungarees!" ,
"No way! I've warned him, and believe it or not, I think he secretly likes surprises!"
"You mean likes giving them out! I'm stil tramatised, by those high school dick pictures! They're still floating around you know"
"Okay back these designs hun! Our client is coming in at one!" Eric chimes, changing the subject.
He and Anwar keep each other on track until their shifts are over and they can finally zip their designed clothes away and pack up. "If Adam bails, you know who to call" Anwar winks. Eric agrees. He means it. If Adam calls up with a bullshit excuse of being out with the lads, or that his client Patty paid him to do over time, he'd blank him, his calls and texts and take Anwar to this resturant instead. Who know's he may actually have a better time?
He braces himself as he pushed open the hotel door. Ready to get his Anwar green-lit outfit out. He begins to open the wardrobe to get out his jacket when he hears the squeak of the tap. He doesn't pay attention to the plodding footsteps on the tiles, so he opens his mouth only to get gently spinned around.
"Ad, please get a move on, you know it takes me hours to get ready"
"Already clean" Adam winks, waving a hand up and down his body in warm strokes.
"You'll love the resturant. Are you hungry lover? I'm starved" Eric admits patting his belly.
"You can always have me as a starter" Adam attempts to pull him in closer and kiss his neck. Eric is tempted. Adam's standing there, all six foot three of him. One big while towel wrapped his waist, while the other smaller hand towel was draped over his broad shoulders. He looked amazing. Adam always looks heart-throb hot, but Eric wanted to take a picture on his phone and post it on his instagram with the caption "Property of Eric Effiong"
His hair was longer, wet and flopped in his face. His lips were moist and dripping from the shower along with his biceps, deltiods and pectoral mucsles standing to attention, like perfection. Since military school had finished, he'd gotten into the habit of gym training. Eric would sneak peaks of him getting changed every now and again. While cringing at his own stomach. It was hard to stay body positive when your boyfriend was slowly but surely, morphing into a GQ model.
There was nothing more that Eric would have liked to do than loosen that towel and...
"Adam, don't crowd me, you're wet, get off!" Eric shooes him away. Fanning away the flames of rejection in his boyfriend's eyes.
"Cool. Bathroom's free" Adam mutters dropping his arms in exhaustion, and walking away to his side of the wardrobe.
"Sorry Ad, it's just my...make up and everything" Eric nods, but they both know it's a bullshit excuse.
"Hmm..."
"Tonight's my treat! So order anything you want. The whole menu. I don't care!" Eric offers.
"Does the menu have Nesquik?" Adam inquires, pulling on a plain white T-shirt.
"Babe don't be embarrassing! I'm taking you to a proper palace okay? Not MacDonald's. And the last thing I need is you moaning and bitching, because there are no Chicken Nuggets or Ice cream, or Strawberry Nesquik. Promise me, between now and Seven pm, you'll grow the hell up...please..." Eric whines.
"Promise" Adam repeats reaching for a cigarette with gritted teeth.