"Puck" parked the car right outside of the address that had been texted to him by Anderson. He let out a breath, refusing to let his fingers fidget in the fabric of his jacket. The genius took a deep breath, shook out his arms, and then got out of the car before he could let his nerves change his mind.
He hurried to the door and rang the doorbell before he could stop himself. He had never been so nervous in his life, not even when he was sneaking around with all those guys when he still lived with his parents. He wasn't allowed to dwell in his thoughts on nerves for too long, because then the door opened to reveal a red haired woman that was most likely in her early thirties. She had on a shiny shirt with kind of tight black jeans.
She smiled big, but it went into confusion for a second when she saw that it wasn't apparently who she thought it would be. The woman looked down his body at the clothes that the normal population would probably find odd, and then her large smile came again.
"You must be Puck." She smiled at him; a slight accent could be heard in her tone.
"U-uh, yea. Hello. You must be Anderson's mom."
"That'd be me. Angela Thomas, Anderson should be out in a minute. And might I just say, you live up to what he's been saying."
"He talked about me?"
"Only every minute since you two met. He's been positively gushing about you. I kinda think that he might have even fallen in-"
"Mom stop!" The embarrassed voice of the blonde boy that "Puck" was there for sounded.
Anderson was at the door only a few seconds after that. He was in all black clothing again, with the same necklace as before. There was a hint of eye make up on him though, which made the prostitute smile.
"Hey Puck." He smiled, tucking some hair behind his ear.
He then turned his attention to his mom.
"Alright, we're gunna head to the movie now." His tone showed that he was going to complain about what she said to his date later.
"Ok sweetie. Do you have your key? You know we'll be out late, I don't know when we'll be home."
"I always have it."
"Alright, Have fun. It was terrific meeting you Puck." Angela smiled at the exuberant male.
"It was amazing to meet you as well."
Anderson walked past Spencer, the flamboyant male quickly followed, smiling once more at the mother before turning away from her.
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The car was filled with amazing music as the two of them drove to the theatre.
"So, what time do you have to be home?" Young Spencer asked, trying to get a conversation going so hopefully his nerves would subside.
"It doesn't matter. I don't have a bed time." The blonde smiled, sparing only a second of a glance at the driver.
"Nothing? Not even a 'be back before midnight' kinda thing?"
"Nope, no Cinderella mission."
"That's really awesome. You're parents seem really cool."
"Well what about yours? When do you have to be home?"
"Don't have a time. I live with my cousin and he's on a date tonight too."
"Why do you live with your cousin? And what about the girls that were with you when you were at my school?"
"Long story that would most likely ruin tonight, but I promise to tell you later. And they're these two girls that my cousin works with; he had to do some emergency thing and couldn't make it, so they stepped in."
"Oh, ok. I look forward to the story then."
"I look forward to telling it."
They both smiled at each other, the nerves both of them had been feeling slowly washing away.
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"That movie was awesome!" "Puck" exclaimed as he and Anderson walked out of the theatre.
"Right?! That was amazing!" The blonde exclaimed as well, walking through the door his date held open for him.
"The Captain America and Iron Man love was pretty fun to track as well."
"It wasn't hard to track. And the part where they're trying to fix the ting, and then the Cap is trying to kill the guys to make sure Tony stays safe."
"That was adorable. Hey, ya know who would have answered if Tony had called them when he was flying into the vortex thing?"
"Steve?"
"Yup! He would have answered."
"He didn't have to though, because he was fighting with him."
"Like Pepper can't."
They both laughed again, finally having reached the car. They climbed in and then looked at each other with smiles still on their faces.
"So…. Are you hungry?" Spencer asked, biting his lip slightly.
"A bit." The blonde bit his lip as well.
"Want to go someplace to eat?"
"Or we could get fast food and eat it in here."
"Puck" smiled.
"That sounds like a good idea. Plus, by this point, I bet my cousin and his date are probably no longer watching their movies. So, what sounds good?"
"Taco Bell."
"I love Taco Bell."
"Who doesn't?"
"Dumb people."
Once again, the two shared a laugh.
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Anderson and the youngest Reid were sitting in the back of the elder Reid's car with two meals worth of Taco Bell food in between them. They were happily eating and having some fun conversation. The car that was seated in the middle of the deserted Dairy Queen parking lot was turned off, with only the radio playing softly so there was never any silence.
"So… are you gunna tell me why about your arms?" Anderson asked, looking up through his lashes at his date.
Spencer had known it was coming, so he was unabashed at looking into the blonde's eyes.
"Yet another long story. It's more of a second or third date type of thing."
"Ok." The male in school said with a shrug. "But on the second or third date when you explain about those, I'll explain about these."
The blond boy pulled down the choker to reveal many overlapping bruises, the oldest ones looked to be about a month or so old and the newest ones looked to be only about a week. When the prostitute had had a look, Anderson put the choker back into its place.
"Puck" was a little taken aback, but he nodded anyway.
Then they sat in silence again, eating their food while both contemplating whether or not they had reached awkward cross roads in their relationship that wasn't really a relationship yet.
"Hey, do you like Razzles?" The highschooler asked before taking a bite of his soft taco.
"Duh. They're candy and gum… what's not to like? Plus, they turn your mouth awesome colours."
"A lot of candy does that."
"But not to the degree of Razzles."
"True."
"What's your favorite colour?"
"Black, yours?"
"Not surprised. Rainbow."
"Rainbow's not a colour."
"Your statement is invalid."
"Why?"
"Because of its invalid-ness."
Anderson laughed loudly.
"Fine, you're favorite colour can be rainbow. What's your favorite anime?"
"Far too many to count. But my major ones as of now are Kuroshitsuji, Gundam Wing, Death Note, and of course, Naruto."
"I love all of those too. My major ones are probably Naruto, Kuroshitsuji, Gundam Wing and Soul Eater."
"Amazing choices. Have you ever cosplayed?"
"Once. I have a really crappy Naruto cosplay in the back of my closet. I've never gotten around to re-doing it."
"I bet it's not that bad. Maybe we could redo it together."
"I'd like that." The boy in school smiled, looking down for a second before he looked up.
"We should cosplay together."
"You'd make an amazing Duo."
"Well, I'll think about if you'll be my Hero."
"That's definitely within the realm of possibility."
The two smiled at each other. Their eyes went from each other's lips to their eyes, one time, two times, three. Then the teens began leaning close to each other, their eyes locking as their lips got closer… and closer.
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As soon as his cousin had left to go pick up his date, Doctor Reid went to work on setting out a huge stack of movies. He knew that not many of the movies were actually going to be watched (he was a male in an adult relationship after all) but he still liked the presence of trying to do something innocent.
Just as he was setting Second Hand Lions on the top of the shelf, his phone began ringing. He stood up as he smiled, assuming it was Tracker having forgotten what he had been asked to bring. His smile went away as a confused expression took over when he saw that it was not his boyfriend that was calling, but actually his male co-worker that he was still in the process of getting over.
"Morgan?" He asked as he answered, moving to go get dressed for his date.
"Were you expecting someone?"
"Yes, actually. Tracker forgets what I asked him to bring sometimes… I thought it was him." The genius said, placing his phone on his dresser so he could pull his shirt off.
"Just me."
"I'd gathered. So, what's up?" Reid asked, putting the phone back to his ear as he went into the closet to try to find that one vest his cousin was constantly trying to get him to wear.
"Oh, uh, a few of us were planning to go out to dinner; we wanted to know if you wanted to come."
"Sorry, Tracker and I are going to watch some movies." The doctor informed him as he pulled the vest off the hanger so he could put it on.
"Oh… ok."
The youngest member of the BAU had to place the phone between his ear and shoulder to be able to put his left arm through the hole on the vest made up of two different colour denims. As he was doing so, he remembered something that happened while he was at work and he was confused.
"Hey, which ones of you were going to go?"
"Um, I think just me and the girls."
That confused the doc even more.
"Really? Because Garcia should have told I had a date tonight."
"Maybe she forgot."
"Not likely. She was gushing to me about it… and I'm the one physically here."
"Look, I don't know man, just thought maybe you and Spencer would have liked to come."
"Ok, now I know you didn't talk to Garcia about it. She was almost bouncing off of the walls with happiness at my cousin having a date tonight."
"Ok, whatever. Garcia had plans so I didn't talk to her about it."
"… See ya tomorrow Morgan." The genius said before hanging up his phone.
He didn't even bother to wait for his teammate to say good bye. The intellect rolled his eyes as he tossed his phone onto the bed. He did so to both distance himself further from the conversation he had just had, as well as so he could finish putting the vest on. He had it buttoned up before his phone rang again. He huffed in annoyance but collected it from the sheets just the same. His smile returned as he saw that it was his boyfriend that was calling this time.
"Hey Tracker." He smiled, putting the phone to his ear.
"Hello Spencer, so… I forgot, is it red wine or wine coolers that I'm supposed to bring?" The red head asked.
"Um, you were supposed to bring wine, but Spencer likes Wine coolers, so if you wouldn't mind bringing both."
"I can do that. I'll see you in a bit, in the store now."
"See ya when you get here."
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"Damn." Tracker said as he looked at his boyfriend whom had just answered the door.
The store worker was blatantly checking him out, loving the amount of denim on his lithe figure.
"You like?" Reid asked, turning around so his date could see all of him.
"Very much." The red head appraised, walking into the apartment so the door could be closed.
"Good." The genius smiled, taking the bottle of wine and case of wine coolers from his date.
He threw a sultry smile at the book clerk before turning and walking into the kitchen, making sure to sway his hips as he went.
"Tease!" The elder male laughed, moving towards the couch.
"It's only teasing if you don't get any." The intellect shouted back.
Tracker laughed as he plopped onto the couch. It only took about a minute for the BAU member to come back out with two glasses of red wine. He handed one to his date as he sat right next to him on the plush furniture.
"Thank you." The red head smiled, bringing the glass to his lips so he could take a sip.
"No problem, so what movie do you want to start with? I was thinking either Death Note, L Change The World, or Jennifer's body."
"So, anime, anime, or horror?" The red head laughed, putting his arm around the brunet male.
"Live action, and yes. So, which one do you want to start with?"
"Um… Jennifer I guess."
"You just want to see girls kissing." The intellect laughed, getting up to put the movie in.
"I'm not gunna deny that. If I can like boys kissing, why can't I like girls kissing?"
"Fair point. At least you're not one of those ones that love girls kissing but not boys kissing, or the other way around. I hate those people."
"Don't normally only breeders do that?"
"Usually."
With a small grunt the eldest Reid got off of the floor and went back to his boyfriend who was sitting on the couch.
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It was around the point of Jennifer's Body when Jennifer took off her jacket in the woods that Tracker and Reid both stopped watching the movie because they were too interested in each other. The genius was sitting with his right leg across his dates lap with his left leg under him, in a sort of mock straddling position. The red heads hands were running up the denim clad thighs of his boyfriend, stopping to hook his fingers in the back pockets each time before going back down to the knees. The elder Reid's hands were running through his date's hair, randomly tugging on the crimson locks or pulling the head closer into the kiss.
"Bed room?" Tracker asked, pulling away for only a second when they had made out long enough for his cock to register that sex was going to happen soon.
"I thought you wanted to watch them kiss." Spencer smiled, looking into his date's eyes, his hazel orbs darkened slightly with arousal.
"You'd let me watch a movie during sex?" The book clerk asked, pulling away even more, true shock running through him at the thought.
"Well, I like noise and don't feel like taking the time to shut off the player and television." The FBI agent said, getting close to his boyfriend once again. "But I'd be happy to move… if you want-"
The BAU's genius was cut off by his boyfriend connecting their lips again; the force of propelling forward caused them to topple so that Reid was on his back his leg hitched on the elder adults' hip. He laughed into the kiss, pulling his date forward into his smiling kiss.
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"Puck" was nervous about kissing Anderson… part of him feeling like it would be him corrupting the youth. Yet, the blonde did not feel so; he placed his hand on Spencer's face, cupping his cheek. He used his slight hold on the younger teen to make sure he couldn't move away, so that their lips finally connected. Both of them let out a slight moan as they pushed more into the kiss.
The prostitute placed both of his hands on his date's neck, a small part of his subconscious reminding him to not put too much pressure there. They both smiled as their kiss continued. It was not a make out; it was one single kiss that lasted what felt like an eternity… but was still not long enough for either of them.
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Sorry for the slight basing of the Pepperony ship, just my personal views on it. Also, sorry it took longer than I meant it to for this to get put up… I procrastinate. Hope you enjoy though. =)