Alfred was dumbfounded. From the address he'd assumed 401 Bentick Avenue, Unit 14 was an apartment. But lo and behold before him was the fanciest building he had ever seen. It must've been a hotel only affordable by celebrities.

"He's a model, I knew it! Hopefully this doesn't turn out like Samurai Flamenco."

He walked across the property (and a large property it was, with many fancy flower gardens and a couple intricate fountains) and finally reached the complex. The glass doors glided open for him automatically. He pressed the button for Unit 14. After a moment, he heard a reply.

"Yes?"

"Yo, gorgeous."

He heard a sigh. "Come in."

The door clicked and slid open, and he waltzed merrily inside. He got an odd look from a woman in a fur coat in the lobby.

Grinning, he knocked at Unit 14's door. "Hey, Ivan! Did you wear something sexy for me?" He joked. The door snapped open.

"Don't shout things like that in the hallway!" Ivan hissed, pulling him inside.

Alfred's jaw hit the floor. "Whoa."

The ceilings were high like in a museum. The floors were marble. He'd never seen a hotel this fancy before. Awestruck, he wobbled over to the couch and flopped down, curling up into a ball. "Oh my god," he moaned.

"Alfred? Are we going?"

"Yeah, yeah… just a minute…"

Ivan cleared his throat in annoyance. Alfred sighed and wearily left the couch, reaching out for it longingly as he followed Ivan out of the condo.

Finally he turned his attention to his date. Ivan was wearing an oversized knit sweater and a scarf, as he usually did, but despite the nerdy look, Alfred found it quite endearing. The huge man looked adorable in oversized clothes, though Alfred was a bit disappointed that Ivan didn't get dressed up for him.

Well, it wasn't like he wore a tuxedo or anything. Although his jeans didn't have rips in them or show off his boxers when he bent over so that had to count for something, right?

"Where are we going?" Ivan asked curiously. Alfred held his head back and laughed.

"You'll see!"

"Are we taking your car?"

"No, I don't have a car. I just walked." Alfred laughed nervously. "I figured we could take the bus."

"Would you mind if we took my car?"

Al's head popped up like an excited puppy. "You have a car?"

"Yes?" Ivan raised an eyebrow.

"Show me, show me, show me!" Alfred cooed, latching onto Ivan's arm as he pleaded. Ivan became slightly flustered and quickly agreed.

They went down to the garage and Alfred's jaw dropped when he saw what was parked in space 401.

"You have a Ferrari?!"

"Yeah, 1969. Had to be fixed up quite a bit when I got it. Some parts they don't make anymore had to be replaced, so I had to have them custom-made."

Alfred was drooling as he wobbled up to the scarlet convertible in disbelief. He laid his head down on the hood and hugged the car. "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Ivan smiled. "You like cars?"

Alfred grinned. "Yeah! I love 'em! Cars are the coolest! I didn't think they'd be your kind of thing, though."

"Well, even rich people need hobbies. My father and I fixed it up together when I was seventeen."

"Wow..." Alfred muttered in disbelief, touching the car delicately as though it might break.

"Would you like to drive?"

Alfred's jaw nearly detached and came off altogether.

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"Woohoooo!" Alfred screamed in delight.

"Watch out!" Ivan screamed in horror as they barreled down the city streets at ninety miles per hour, barely dodging traffic and civilians.

Ivan's fingers gripped the steering wheel, white as chalk, and his teeth gritted together so hard they might've broke. His eyes were wide in fear.

Just when Ivan began praying to every higher deity he could name, the car screeched to a very abrupt halt, jerking him forward. Alfred grinned. "That was awesome!" He turned to Ivan, who was still frozen in position, and laughed when he saw his date's hair sticking straight up. "Dude, you look like a Super Saiyan!"

"Look who's talking!" Ivan shot back, regaining the ability to speak. Alfred looked at his hair in the mirror and howled with laughter.

Ivan climbed out of the car quickly as he could, flopping down onto the cement in dizziness. Alfred ran around the car and helped him up. "Do you always get this carsick? That must suck."

Ivan was too busy trying not to throw up to point out that it was the fault of Alfred's driving. He looked up at the sign, still dizzy. It was some sort of café? It had a logo that looked somewhat like a cup of coffee, though his vision wasn't exactly focused at the moment.

Alfred helped him inside, holding open the door for him. Ivan's jaw was the one to drop this time.

A two-story tall café, all the walls lined with books. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Instead of standard tables, there were coffee tables and comfy chairs. Al grinned at Ivan's reaction.

"It's a reading café! Like, a library where you can eat baked goods and stuff! Cool, right?"

Ivan's mouth flapped but all that came out were squeaking noises.

"Ivan? You okay?" He chuckled, putting a hand on Ivan's shoulder.

"It's amazing!" Ivan exclaimed, throwing his arms around Alfred in a sudden leap. "This is the best! How did you find this place?! Look at all the books! Oh my god, there's so many! They even have pie! This is... this is...!"

He paused for a moment. Alfred was frozen in shock as Ivan still had his arms around him. "Oh!" Ivan became quite red in the face and jumped back a few steps, clearing his throat. "Sorry."

Alfred's face had become red also. He was dumbstruck for a moment, then began nervously laughing to cover up his embarrassment. "Ahahaha! I'm totally the best, right?"

Ivan smiled sweetly. "Yeah."

Alfred clutched at his chest once again in shock. How was he so cute? He wanted to hug him and never let go—although, um, he was taking it slow of course. It wasn't that he was nervous. Alfred F. Jones is the man! I mean, sure, this was the first time he'd seriously fallen for anyone and he had no idea how to impress someone who didn't come flocking to him like people usually did, but he wasn't intimidated! Not at all!

His nerves quickly faded as they settled in. They spent the evening sipping hot chocolate and tea, eating pastries, and reading side by side curled up on a comfy couch. They never even bothered to check the time. Alfred looked up from the book he'd finished and realized it was dark outside. Man, how long had they been— Wait. What was that weight on his shoulder?

He glanced over and saw Ivan curled up fast asleep next to him, head leaning on his shoulder."Oh god," Alfred thought to himself. "He's so cute. I want to kiss him… No, don't do that, don't do that while he's asleep, it's creepy, it'll freak him out..."

Ivan's eyelids rolled halfway up. Half-asleep, he giggled drowsily. "Morning!" He planted a peck on Alfred's lips and laid his head back on his shoulder, dozing off again.

Alfred went absolutely crimson.

He jumped when the waitress addressed him. "Sir? I'm sorry, but I have to close the café now."

"Oh, okay. No problem. Thanks."

He paid their bill and contemplated what to do. Alfred couldn't bear to wake Ivan up; he was too cute. He decided to carry him out to the car.

As he wobbled out to the convertible lugging 200 pounds of pure muscle over his shoulder, he very much regretted this decision.

He laid Ivan down in the passenger seat as gently as he could, got behind the wheel, jerked the car back onto the road, and away they went. When they finally arrived at Ivan's home, Alfred turned to see Ivan's eyes wide open in absolute fright. "Hey! When did you wake up?"

"As soon as you started driving," Ivan replied shakily.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was frozen with fear."

Alfred laughed though Ivan had not been joking.

"Alright, sleepyhead, let me walk you to the door."

They made small talk as Alfred walked Ivan upstairs to his condo. At the front door, Alfred considered asking for a kiss. But, he knew Ivan was shy. Should he really—

His thought process was interrupted when Ivan abruptly grabbed him by the collar and planted a long kiss on his lips. Ivan pulled away nervously, face flushed, and exclaimed in a high-pitched crackling voice, "G-good night!" and quickly slammed the door in Alfred's face.

Alfred stood on his front step for a good five minutes, a finger to his lips in awe.

"...Oh. C-cool. Thanks."

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