Disclaimer: I do not own these guys. I just set them up on dates and make them fall in love and have hot sex. Is that so bad? Also, I do not own Hannah Montana or Chili's of Care Bears. Heh...I know that sounds really out of place here but it will all make sense.
Author Note: Beware the fluff! No angst in this one. I needed a break from the heavy stuff. Just full out fluff, romance, and the occasional smut here. And, as a side note, thanks to LAR for pointing out my flaw with Adam's eyes. I immediately went to the movie to see and, sure enough, it seems his eyes are blueish gray. Oops on my part.
Thanks for the reviews and hope you all enjoy!
If Adam had to see that annoying cheery smile on Lawrence's face for much longer he swore that he was going to punch him. He'd been prancing, yes prancing, around the apartment for days in anticipation of the weekend to come. The smile might not be so bad if it weren't accompanied by a consistent humming of that teenybopper George Harrison song that got on Adam's nerves and made him want to claw his eardrums out. It all came to a head on a Friday afternoon when Lawrence got home from work and presented Adam with his favorite kind of chocolate along with an invitation to join him for dinner and a movie that evening.
"What the hell is this?" Adam looked up at Lawrence with an expression of misery and horror as he looked at what appeared to be a love letter written on a card that was attached to his beloved chocolates. His stomach turned with the sappiness of it all.
"It's an invitation." That giddy smile was still on his face and Adam raised his eyebrows in exasperation. He sighed and put the chocolates on the table.
"An invitation? I'm right here and last I checked I'm not deaf so you can feel free to ask me in person." His sarcastic demeanor didn't falter Lawrence's smile in the least and Adam could see that he would have to play along. "An invitation to what?" He said it under his breath as he dared to open the envelope and found a simple note scribble on a card with two puppies and a heart on the front.
He tried to hold back his gag reflex and read the inside.
Adam, will you go on a date with me?
The utter confusion on his face was enough to make Lawrence elaborate.
"Remember last week when we were playing truth or dare?" When that still didn't dislodge any memories Lawrence explained further. "Well I asked you what your most awful first date had been and do you remember what you answered?"
Adam sighed and nodded slowly. "I said that I had never actually been on a real date. That I was a one night stand type of guy. So?" He leaned against the counter and picked at the chocolates. Just because it was a sappy gesture didn't mean they should go to waste.
"So…" Lawrence began and started towards the hall closet, where he straightened his tie in the mirror and smoothed his hair back before opening the door to pull their jackets out. "I propose that we have our first date tonight."
Adam nearly choked on the piece of chocolate that was currently in his mouth. His eyes grew wide in both amusement and question. Lawrence remained enthused and, as much as Adam hated to admit it, it was rubbing off on him a bit. He liked seeing Lawrence happy even if it was in an annoyingly sappy kind of way. After he recovered the chocolate and swallowed the correct way he replied.
"Correct me if I'm wrong here, but haven't we been dating for four months now?" A smile grew on Lawrence's face and Adam could tell that he wasn't getting out of this that easily.
"Dating, yes. But, as I recall, we never really had a formal first date." He pulled his jacket onto his shoulders and carried Adam's leather jacket over to him. "Just thought that it was about time you had one." He held the jacket out for Adam to put on. Adam felt his eyes involuntarily roll and a sudden suspicion fell over him. He narrowed his eyes and stared at his companion.
"Wait a minute, I remember seeing a show on TV about something like this. If you're just trying to get me drunk so that you can take advantage of me and play dirty sex games…" he paused and thought about what he had just said. "then I'm all in."
Lawrence laughed and held the jacket up higher for emphasis.
"No dirty sex, at least not until later." His blue eyes shined and Adam knew that he would eventually give in just to make the guy happy. He had to put up some kind of fight, though, if only to emphasis his status as the more emotionally masculine one of the pair. "Tonight will be all about good conversation, food, a movie, and we'll see where it goes from there." Adam felt himself being nearly forced into his jacket and shook his head in amazement. The things he did just to make Lawrence happy.
"OK, fine. We'll go on our date." He used air quotes for the last word. "Just no more humming, ok? I can't get that damn song out of my head."
Lawrence agreed to the compromise and they caught a cab outside which took them directly to one of Adam's favorite restaurants, Chili's.
"Chili's? Is this where people go on first dates?" Adam asked it nonchalantly as he was secretly grateful that Lawrence had picked this place as opposed to an expensive restaurant where he would feel very out of place.
"Voted best pick for first dates by teenagers ages fourteen to sixteen." Adam shot an amused glance at Lawrence. He loved when he joined in on his sarcasm. It was their own language.
"Excellent."
Lawrence requested a booth and the pin striped waiter guy led them straight to one in the very back. It was dark and ambient with the sounds of the newest pop hit playing in the background. Adam studied the menu and occasionally looked above it to see what Lawrence was doing. Once, when he did this, he found Lawrence's eyes staring right back at him and they made goofy faces at each other before going back to their menus.
"Hey Lawrence…." He said it in his whiney child-like tone that always meant he wanted something.
"Yes Adam…" Adam could hear the amusement behind the reply and smiled his 'pretty please' smile.
"Can I have desert too?" Adam chewed on his lip in anticipation. Lawrence put his menu down and smiled back at him.
"Yes, you can have desert too." Their eyes were fixed on each other and Adam felt the familiar fluttering that he always got in his stomach when Lawrence was around. Was this what first dates were like? Maybe he had been missing out.
Adam excitedly ordered his usual burger and fries with a side of chocolate cake for desert. They swallowed down their food as Adam found himself rambling on and on about the photographer he was interning under and how he actually thought that his pictures were pretty decent, maybe even sellable. It was only when the cake was delivered that Adam realized Lawrence had barely said a word throughout their meal and he forced himself to shut up. The other man just sat there with the same smug smile on his face as they split the cake between the two of them.
"You know you can interject at any time here, man. I could go on like this for weeks."
Lawrence finally laughed and Adam relaxed. He felt himself flush slightly at the realization that he'd lost complete control over his verbal filters and felt the fluttering feeling return. He couldn't possibly be nervous. He'd done things with this man that were illegal in some countries and yet a so-called 'date' triggered every nervous reaction he could muster. Why was it that only Lawrence could do that to him?
"Trust me, I know you can." He took another spoonful of cake and swallowed it down. "It's ok, Adam. You don't have to be nervous."
"Who said I was nervous?" He fidgeted with the spoon and moved the cake around the plate aimlessly. Of course he was nervous but he would never actually admit that to Lawrence. He would never live it down.
Still, he couldn't quite meet Lawrence's eyes without blushing.
After dinner was paid for, Lawrence suggested that they walk to the theater down the street. Adam found this a relieving suggestion as the movement would calm his nerves and the cool air would pale his flushing cheeks. As they walked towards the street corner Adam shot Lawrence occasional glances with a smile on his face that felt permanent. He chastised himself for being such a sap. He was not like those wide-eyed girls in those cheesy romantic comedies. He was not. He would just keep telling himself that until it was true.
"So, what should we see?" They stood in front of a sea of movie posters advertising any genre of movie they could ever want. Adam studied them in anticipation and wondered which one would give him some reprieve from the endless fluttering in his stomach. He immediately ruled out two romantic comedies because just looking at the posters made him gag slightly. The indie drama looked good but Lawrence had little attention for those unless they involved medicine of some sort. It was down to the horror slasher movie and the action adventure slash comedy.
He voted for action adventure slash comedy in the end. As much as he liked horror movies this one seemed as if it might involve amputated limbs and chains and neither was something that would allow them to sleep that night.
Adam's mind flashed back to the promise of dirty sex and he found himself imagining Lawrence stripped bare of that suit and tie and his toned stomach muscles and his…
"Adam…you coming?" He looked up to see Lawrence standing by the entrance with the same amused expression he always had when Adam did…well almost anything. He shook the images out of his head immediately as he felt the blood racing back to his cheeks. God, when did he become such a girl?
"Uh…yea. Uh…good poster. Great…photography." It was a poster of Hannah Montana. The photography was crap and Lawrence could see right through him. Good one, Adam, good one.
They sat down in the theater and Adam took his customary seat at the end of the aisle. Lawrence sat on his right side and they both leaned back in their chairs for comfort.
"So, why do you always sit at the end of aisle?" Adam turned to Lawrence to see him staring at him in curiosity. "Not that I mind, just wondering."
Adam ran his hand through his hair and took a breath. "Um…the whole sitting next to strangers thing kinda freaks me out I guess." He hated when people intruded on his personal space. It was a quirk he'd possessed long before the bathroom. When this didn't seem to satisfy Lawrence, Adam continued. "It's just a thing ok? You don't have to psychoanalyze me or anything…"
"What would make you think I'm doing that?" Lawrence's eyes continued to stare at him and he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his own skin. He shifted around in his chair and tried to concentrate on the still blank screen in front of him but the burning of those blue eyes was intense and finally he had to look back at his partner. With an exasperated sigh he spoke.
"What?" Lawrence continued to stare at him with humor and he appeared to be delighting in Adam's nervousness.
"Nothing." Lawrence replied but Adam could hear the almost laugh in his voice. His smile was barely containable now in his attempt to be intimidating.
"Fine. Then stop staring at me." Adam knew that Lawrence was messing with him and kept up the angry act as long as he could. The lights dimmed and the images began to play on the screen in front of them. It was only then that his smile emerged and he shot another sideways glance at Lawrence, who was now watching the screen too.
He didn't know it if was the dim lighting or the sounds of machine guns firing from the screen as the movie began, but he felt something warm and fuzzy come over him and his hand involuntarily made its way inside of Lawrence's bigger one. He momentarily wondered if he'd been possessed by a care bear or something equally cute and adorable. There was no going back now.
Lawrence had turned Adam into a first date kind of guy.
After the movie, they took a cab home. Lawrence never let go of his hand except for the brief moment when he had to pay the driver. He led him all the way upstairs and into the bedroom.
"Is it dirty sex time now?" Adam asked eagerly as Lawrence was already tugging at his t-shirt. Lawrence only managed a nod as their lips touched and they were soon buried in a passionate make out session.
"Hey Lawrence…" Adam briefly wondered why he talking and interrupting what he had been looking forward to all night. He couldn't help himself, though. Lawrence stopped and moved back only far enough so that just their foreheads where touching. They were both out of breath from the activity. "Thanks for tonight. Can we do it again, sometime?"
He held Adam's face between his palms and answered in a husky voice. "You're very welcome. And I'm free next weekend if you are."
Adam felt a foolish grin come over him as he thrust his mouth back towards Lawrence's.
Maybe first dates weren't so bad, after all. Especially if they all involved dirty sex at the end of the night.