This was a response to an anon on Tumblr: "I was wondering if you could do a Gang AU one shot for H2OVanoss where Jonathan wants to go on a date but when he brings it up to Evan, he hesitates and says that they have been on dates. But Jon clears up that the "dates" they've been on always consisted of the guys being there they technically aren't dates... Please?"

Jonathan was watching blood spiral down the drain as he showered and he heard Evan tapping his razor against the sink as he shaved.

"Hey." He said and Evan stepped in behind him. "Can we maybe . . . go on a date? We never really have."

Evan cleared his throat, "Sure we have."

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "Name one time we had a real date where it was just us, none of the guys around, and it didn't end in a firefight and us running for our lives."

Evan broke into a smile and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. He placed a kiss on his shoulder. "But those are the best ones. Explosions, running off into the sunset hand in hand."

Jonathan pried himself from his arms. "My ideal date doesn't consist of running away with bullets whizzing past my head. I just want a night where it's you and me doing things a normal couple does. Is that so much to ask?"

Evan tried to catch him before he got out of the shower, but he was gone. Didn't even stop towel off, just shut the bathroom door with a tiny attitude and went to sulk in the bedroom.

He didn't hardly speak for the rest of the day, giving Evan minimal amounts of attention which was driving him mad. But Evan took it. He understood his frustration because it was true that in all the time they'd been together, they'd never had a proper date. Just nights out on the town that ended in turf wars and a blaze of glory, then celebratory shots of vodka.

When Evan thought about it, he felt terrible for not thinking about how it might have an impact on Jonathan. He knew he loved the small sentimental things, the soft kisses, and cuddling on the couch. So when he caught his eye while everyone was moving around the kitchen, he knew what he needed to do.

"Hey, Marcel will you do me a favor?" Evan pulled the man to the side a while later.

"Anything, man."

"Can you get everyone out of the house tonight? Go out, maybe stay down at the docks with Adam and the boys?" Evan asked with hope in his eyes.

"Yeah, no problem. You finally gonna treat Delirious to a night in?" Marcel pried and crossed his arms. Of course Marcle knew what had been going on between them, he always did. He was more perceptive than any of them and did a lot of the brainstorming in the group.

"Yes, I am. It's long overdue and I'm an asshole for that, I know." Evan shuffled his feet and looked away.
Marcel gave him a reassuring squeeze on the arm. "It's alright man, I'll get em out of the house, don't worry. And I'll scrounge up all the candles I can find." He gave Evan a wink and disappeared.

Jonathan had taken a trip to the store alone to get Tyler more medical supplies since they had used up a good bit on their last heist a few weeks ago. He drove with the windows rolled down, the California air whipping around him. He felt good, but he always knew he'd feel even better if Evan was sitting next to him, enjoying the calm and rare silence of the busy city.

And maybe he was selfish for wanting some time alone with him because Evan sacrificed his time on a daily basis to keep their city in a state of peace. He'd worked hard for that, they all had and if Evan didn't want to spend a night with him, who was he to judge?

He carried all the supplies inside only to find the house empty and the only light to be seen was the warm light of candles that were scattered around the house.

He cautiously placed the bags on the kitchen counter and pulled off his jacket and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt fingers settling on his waist.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"

Evan pressed his face against the back of his neck as he laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"What is all this?"

Evan kissed him beneath his ear and felt him shiver, "A date. So let's eat. I made your favorite."

"You made me meatless spaghetti and a fuck ton of breadsticks?"

Evan led him into the dining area and pulled out his chair for him, "A fuck ton. You'll have leftovers for days, my Prince."

Jonathan just smiled and watched Evan pop the cap off an ice cold bottle of coke. They ate until they were too full to continue then they stripped and skinny dipped in the pool, candles lining the sides around them. Marcel had taken the liberty of making some of them float in the pool.

Jonathan thought it was sweet and Evan couldn't keep his hands off of him. It was nice to have the house to themselves, to have the peace and quiet, the time. Evan gave in and pulled his slippery body to his, making their mouths meet, their tongues played mindlessly for minutes.
Until Evan pulled back and caught the evening sun in his lover's eyes. "I love you."

Jonathan wrapped his legs around him beneath the water and took his face in his wet hands, "I love you, too. You didn't have to do all of this."

Evan shook his head, "No, I did. I need to show you that I do want time alone with you and not just the time we share in bed. Because it's not enough. I want to give you the world Jonathan and you have all of me. Always and I'll try to make more time for us. I swear."

Jonathan kissed his lips gently, "This was more than enough, you fucking precious human being. Thank you."

Evan smiled and kissed at his skin until they were both too warm and bit too aroused. So Jonathan pulled him to the bedroom and down onto the mattress where Evan showed him just how much he loved the man beneath him.

After that night, Evan made a point to draw big red hearts on the days that they planned dates because he loved to see the smile that spread over Jonathan's face each time he walked by and saw the calendar on fridge.