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Chapter 23:

This is date

Long time ago

Something electrifying and terrifying forms in the air when Evan slowly lowers himself into the passenger seat of an old, black, rusty 4 door Sudan, and there is a layer of sticky sweat on his hands, which he promptly wipes on his new jeans. Still feeling the moisture on his fingertips, he wipes—more forcibly this time- again, though in a different spot farther down his leg. He, his nerves slapping him hard, takes a deep breath as he tries to settle the race horse in his chest. He never expects to be this anxious about this date. He thought he would be cool as a pickle, especially considering he is a dating pro. He has been on quite a few dates. Plus, he put a lot of foresight into this date. Oh god, Evan thinks, as he takes a deep breath and blows out. He ponders that thought, his cheeks hot.

Yea…Okay…As he thinks back, he can fully – though embarrassed- admit that he put way too much thought into this date, into this night. While he is a bit mortified, he has been thinking about this date with Drew for the entire day. He, going hot pink, has envisioned countless date possibilities, each hotter than the last—which he knows isn't possible. You will reach a point at some point, and he would be lying if he denies the fact that he had spent hours fixated on his outfit as well. It took him forever to find the right outfit, the right message he wanted to portray. Dude, he thinks loudly in his head. What is wrong with him? It isn't like he is-

"You okay, Buckley?" Drew asks, glancing over to the passenger. His eyes linger Evan for a second before returning to the road. "Need some CPR or something?" he winks.

Wided eyed and pink, Evan, shaking his head softly, puffs out his lips and largely blows out. "Um…Yea…j-just a little nervous. First date and all." He admits, actively ignoring his date's latest tease. He can't handle that image in his head right now. It will kill me if he thinks about it.

The driver scrunches up his face as he keeps his eyes on the road. "Really," he asks suspiciously. He pauses, his expression changing ever so slowly, as he carefully looks over and gives Evan a smirk.

His cheeks on fire, Evan replies cautiously and awkwardly, "w-with a g-guy." A big fat chicken, he calls himself. He isn't sure why he's so worried about his date's reaction, but he is.

"Oh." Drew utters, his lips forming an O. "I didn't realize it." His tone is surprised, dropping the playfulness from before.

Evan thickly and awkwardly swallows, his heart in his ears, as his cheeks hurt. "Yup." He pops out his bottom lip. While dating is a dating (the awkwardness of it all) for the most part, he would be lying if he denies the fact that he searched same sex first date tips. Most of them ware unhelpful- too horny for his liking, but there are few tips that he kept in mind.

The driver hums before he goes, "So…are… you out?"

Out. Evan ponders as it takes him a second to realize what his date means. Oh… Out. "Out…" he repeats softly and shakily. "No. Not out. Not out to anyone." Well, besides you and Nate. While he likes to believe his friends would judge him, there is this feeling in the pit of his stomach that he can't shake.

"Which includes your parents?"

The thought of telling his parents gives Evan the shivers as he can envision his parents' wild, extreme reactions. While his dad is less reactive than his mother on most days, he can only see explosions occurring when they, even his dad, find out. For someone who doesn't care about him, his mother hangs a lot of her disappointment on him, cursing at him for his failures. She is the stuff of nightmares. On the other hand, he knows for a fact that his sister won't care, not that he talks to her much nowadays thanks to her boyfriend. Stupid Doug. He wishes that he could talk to her. "No." he states firmly. God…Why are we talking about this?

With a hint of hesitation on his date's face, he replies, "Sorry. That sucks." He opens his mouth to add more, but deciding against, his mouth slaps shut.

Shoulders stiff, Evan exhales deeply and melodramatically shrugs. "N-not like they are good parents anyhow." He bursts out before realizing what he has just said.

His date cocks his head to the side, expression serious. "Are they…" He shakes his head softly and stops mid-sentence. "Something you want to talk about?"

Evan's heart stops, the atmosphere in the car dipping suddenly, and he desperately wishes he could slip in between the seats and disappear. He opens his mouth, desperately wanting to change the subject, but nothing comes out. This is a date, you idiot. What are you doing?! He screams silently in his head. It is okay. He takes another deep breath and tries once more to say something, to say anything, but his throat is incredibly dry. It is so dry that it hurts, feeling like a desert. As time passes without no words, Evan's anxiety rockets and his fear grows. Did he make a mistake telling his date about his parents?

Such an idiot, his mind hisses at him as he glances out the window, watching the cars speed by. He tries to distract himself by silently counting the vehicles that zoom past them. For a short second it works, but Drew's breathing snaps him back in an instant, and Evan's heart is thumping against his chest. If Evan didn't know better, he would think his heart is seconds from leaping out of his chest. All he can hear is his pounding heart. However, he does get a break from his panic when Drew cut through the silence with a goofy one liner. "What did one cannibal say to the other while they were eating a clown?" He pauses for a second to give Evan a chance to respond before going, "'Does this taste funny to you?'"

One second passes. Then two. Four seconds pass before Evan breaks out into laughter. His chest feels like a two-ton rock has been lifted off him, and he is entirely grateful for the cheesy one liner, even if it is super goofy. It broke him out of his nightmarish thoughts of his parents and brought him back to reality. The reality that he has a hot date with one of the hottest and coolest guys in school. A date with a sweet guy. A sweet guy who has the greatest smile ever. Evan isn't kidding about that as he can stare at his smile for days. "That's funny because he is a clown."

Drew smiles and goes, "Yes. But why is the clown a he? Maybe, she is a she."

Evan's anxiety disappears and he is all smiles. "True…. Granted, I haven't seen a lot of girl clowns."

Drew smirks Evan before counters, "Actually, no. 61% of clowns are women." His date—My date.Evan's chest heats up at the thought- is throwing out random facts about clowns—things Evan doesn't even know, which Evan is eating up. "Did you know that clowns are nicknamed Joeys after the early 19th century pantomime star Joseph Grimaldi?"

Just like his mega smile, Drew's smooth voice makes his knees weak. Granted, that may just be first date nerves, which are hitting Evan like a semi. Oh, Boy. He, happiness exploding off his face, shakes his head and asks, "So… where are we going today?" His eyes are large and staring at Drew.

Humming for 30 seconds, he answers, "I am thinking go-karts." He bobs in his seat before sticking his tongue at Evan. "I can't wait to leave you in my dust, Buckley. I hope you are ready!"

Grinning like a damn fool, Evan chuckles, "You are on!" Pridefully, he throws a fist up and puffs out his chest. "You are going to eat my dust."

…

….

….

As much smack as Drew did, Evan is victorious, and he is smiling like a damn fool… Granted that smile only lasts until Evan returns home and his mother is waiting for him with glare that rips right through him.

*O*O*

Chicago

Familiar first date nerves flood the younger man, and Buck shifts awkwardly in the black, leather passenger seat of Kelly's blue mustang trying to settle himself, as he steals glances at Kelly. You got this, Buckley. You got this. You asked him out. Remember that! Buck takes a deep breath. God, how is Kelly so hot? Even with the late notice, the lieutenant looks amazing, hot as ever. "So, I…um… am trusting you." he throws out, stumbling over his words.

Kelly glances over to Buck and grins, teeth shining impossibly white. "Not that I'm not grateful—because I am-, but what are you trusting me on?" He teases.

As if he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Buck stills and franticly searches for some words. Think, Buckley. Think. "Well, I…umm… I…." he stutters, while giving Kelly a large, cheesy smile. When he told Kelly tonight for their date, he didn't have a plan in mind, and over his little- yes, little- freakout over his clothes, he didn't have time to research for possible date ideas like he would have liked. He hates that he hasn't put much thought into their perfect date. It has to be perfect. But you had that already. He thinks. "I… W-whatta I mean…" He takes a deep breath. "Unless you want to see to see a random movie, I got nothing."

"Oh," Kelly utters, as he, shining his pearly whites, lets out a heavy laugh from deep within his chest. It flows throughout his entire body, shaking him. "There is nothing wrong with movies." He tilts his head and winks his right eye provocatively.

A bashful smile lights up Buck's face and his legs. "Oh, really?"

"Yup."

Buck gasps at Kelly, eyeing his loopy grin. "Is that what you are t-thinking?" he snickers. Oh, don't lie. You would like that too. He thinks to himself as his eyes drop to Kelly's lips. His kissable lips. "The best you can do?" he huffs, breathing through his nose.

Fully aware of what he is doing, Kelly gulps, acting insulted. "Listen here, Buckley. On our next date, we can do something better than the moves like the Medieval Torture Museum or to the Navy pier when I have more time to plan, but for now, I will take you where I take you." He points a sharp finger other at Buck.

Take me?! Buck's brain goes haywire for a second before his eyes go wide, suddenly wrapping his mind around the words 'Medieval Torture Museum', which is something he is interested in doing. However, his thoughts don't linger on that for long as the word 'Next date' slaps him like an open slap. Is Kelly already thinking about their next date? Is he already counting this date as a success? Granted, if his own feelings are any indication of Kelly's feeling, it doesn't matter how the date goes. He wants Kelly and vice versa. Settle down, Buckley.

"You okay over there, Ev?" Kelly inquires, glancing at Buck from the corner of his eyes.

Buck's tongue is sandpaper in his mouth as he tries to form words, only making odd sounds. His mouth can only make odd shapes as he attempts to form a sentence. It is almost laughable… well to anyone besides Buck. He exhales deeply and starts again "I-I'm-um-good, but I would l-love to go to the Medieval Torture Museum. It sounds awesome!" he exclaims, excitedly.

"I figured it would be right up your alley."

"It is," Buck replies, grinning like a damn fool. You damn fool. "Next time."

Kelly echoes, "Next time." They are both aware of what that means.

Once again, silence falls, and neither man breaks it, simply bathing in the other's presence. It's honestly so peaceful and relaxing even if Buck's thoughts are racing. Grab his hand. Grab his hand. You know you want to grab his hand. His mind teases. You know you do. Pinkish, Buck stares out the window, silently counting the buildings they pass as Kelly drives. No, I can't just grab his hand…But you can. Turning his head ever so slightly, his eyes drop to Kelly's right hand on the shifter. "So, are we really going to the movies?" he asks, forcing his eyes up.

"Yes, but… this is going to be different." He takes his hand off the shifter for a second, whirling his finger in the air towards the roof for several seconds, before gripping the shifter. "It's a Rooftop Cinema, where we watch movies under the stars. Might be a tad cold—which is why I brought a blanket, but It's really cool." Kelly pauses before he adds, "And romantic."

"On the roof?" Buck repeats, trying to envision it. He can barely focus on it for a second before an image of him sharing a blanket with Kelly makes his stomach flip.

As if Kelly knows what Buck is thinking, he shots him a sexy smirk. "Yes. In nice comfy chairs with yummy foods."

Buck shakes his head, clearing the vision from his mind. "Just as long as they have popcorn." He throws out, needing to change the subject. He needs to slow his heart.

Kelly snorts. "I'm pretty sure they will have popcorn."

His mood changing, Buck suddenly and overtly shifts in his chair, staring intently at the side of Kelly's face. "Pretty sure?! Only pretty sure?!" he asks, his voice squealing. His expression morphs and his mouth drops, as if he's hearing the most mind-boggling thing ever. There better be popcorn or else.

Kelly's right-hand flies to his ear while he conveys. "Ouch, Buckley. Ouch." He, still smiling, shoots Buck an amused yet twitchy look. "My ears!"

Once again Buck's expressions changes, his eyes going wide and his cheeks going pink. "sorry," he mutters, sheepishly.

Kelly straightens up in his seat, glancing at Buck's sunken face. With Buck's eyes bouncing between the road and Buck, he studies the hollow expression on his face, assessing every twitch. "Hey. Stop that." He orders softly, his tone serious, before he gives Buck a nice big grin. "We're all good. Honestly, I'm enjoying this even if my ears aren't." He pauses. "You are adorable when you smile." Without wasting a second, he reaches over the center console and takes Buck's hand into his. His thumb softly suns across Buck's knuckles.

It doesn't matter how many times Kelly says it, Buck will go pink in the face every time he calls him adorable. He is holding my hand! "Thanks," he blushes as he settles back in his chair. Kelly's heat radiates up to his Buck's arms

"Delectable."

Shit.

*O*O*

There is a cold chill in the air, which neither Buck nor Kelly noticed at first, but when they do, it is like it doesn't exist. As cheesy as it sounds, it feels like they are sitting in front of a fire, bathing in each other's heat. God, how cheesy is that? He thinks, bashfully. However, they do note that it gets colder as they climb. When they finally reached the building, Buck throws out, "I am getting my workout today." What the hell, Buckley? A long walk?!

With a blanket under his left arm, Kelly playfully rolls his eyes as he reaches a hand forward toward the elevator buttons. "Oh, really? Such a long walk to the elevator, was it?" he teases.

"Y-yup!"

The lieutenant's expression turns devilish. "I better tell Casey that one of his firefighters needs more drill. He is getting lazy."

Buck's eyes narrow, though still smiling. "I'm pretty sure Casey will side with me, Lieutenant Severide."

"Oh, you think my best friend will believe you over me, Firefighter Buckley?"

Unable to stop the snort from escaping from his lips, Buck grins, "As your best friend, he knows you very well. He won't be tricked by your foolery." It is very difficult not to be happy and cheery around Kelly.

Kelly just laughs. "I can't argue that."

When the elevator comes to a stop, the two men step out and make their way to the rooftop entrance. Buck isn't sure what he expected when Kelly said Rooftop cinema, but this beats his expectations. Due to the extreme weather changes in Chicago, he hasn't expected anything permanent, but this beats what he has in his head. He expected something that can be easily broken down and something that might not have been the most comfortable. That isn't what he sees here. It looks adorable.

At the back of the roof—closest to them- are a set of large, comfy, blue sofas with random board games on side tables next to them. There's a group of 4 people playing chutes and ladders at one of them, looking like they are having the best time. At a different table/sofa set, Buck spots a large connect four, where he can envision beating Kelly at. "You wanna play." He tilts his head. What are you doing, Buckley?! You can't challenge him in connect 4. That would kill the mood.

Kelly follows Buck's eyes to the game and smirks. "Probably not the best idea. For some reason, I feel like you're a competitive shit like me, and that is too much shit for this rooftop."

Buck snorts. "Can't deny that. It is for the safety of everyone else." Across from the seating and board games stands the concession stand with a line ten people deep, and there to the left of it is a large popcorn stand, which Buck is happy about. At first, he mentioned popcorn to just change the subject, but after thinking about it, he started to crave the stuff, and now, he wants popcorn with his movie, damn it. It sounds so good! Opposite the concessions is the technical section of the operation which housed the head phones everyone will be wearing.

Glancing forward, Buck spots a wall of flowers. A wall isn't exactly the best way to describe it, but it's a line of bushes that span over half the width of the roof. All kind of flowers are sprinkled throughout, making a colorful art piece. While he cannot confirm if the eight-foot-high wall of flowers is real at this distance, he is struck with another desire. Buckley, no! However, he cannot help it. He wants a picture of Kelly and him in front of that wall. "H-Hey K-Kelly," he starts slowly. "Do you want to take a photo with me?"

Kelly pauses for a second and studies Buck's nervous expression. He glances at the wall from the corner of his eyes before he nods. "I would love too." He answers. He takes out his phone and waves toward a passing couple. "Hey, excuses me!" He waves at them with a smile on his face. "Do mind taking our photo?" he asks, extending his hand forward with the phone.

The couple—a man and a woman—pauses for a second, eyeing the phone for a second before going. "Yea, sure."

Extending out his right hand, Kelly motions Buck to the wall. "Ready?" he asks.

Buck, feeling a little silly at the thought of asking a stranger, follows Kelly to the wall. "Yup."

At first, Buck puts an awkward foot between Kelly and him, but Kelly doesn't let that stand. Without saying a word, he pulls Buck closer and throws out, "That's better," as he puts his hand on Buck's hip.

"Smile," Buck blushes as he puts on a smile. Kelly doesn't disobey that order, not that he isn't already smiling. His smile takes up this entire face.

Kelly's hand is hot on Buck's hip. OMG, Kelly's hand is on my hip…OMG, are you a bushing virgin? "Say Cheese," he replies.

Without hesitation, Kelly says, "Cheese." Standing still, the couple takes several pictures before handing Kelly back his phone. "Thank you!" Kelly thanks as he takes back his phone. The couple doesn't stay to chat and goes to find their seats. Kelly's eyes drop to his phone and starts to swipe through the photo photos that the couple took. "Look at these," he says, tilted the phone toward Buck.

Buck leans over and stares at Kelly's phone. Besides some blurriness or random adjustment of limbs, the photos are the same. He and Kelly are standing shoulder with his hand on Buck's hip. That hand looks rather possessive if you ask Buck. We look like a couple is Buck's first thought…Well, you are a couple…Not yet A different voice interjected in his head. He shakes his head and gawks at the smile on their faces. Those are some good-looking smiles. "You're going to send me one of those." He orders.

Kelly brings his hand up as if to salute Buck. "Yes, Sir!" he replies as he picks the best photo out of the group and sends it to Buck. "Happy?" he laughs.

Hearing his phone ping, Buck softly bumps Kelly with his shoulder. "Yup." Totally going to stare at that photo later. his brain teases. Shut up.

"Bossy, man." Kelly pauses and goes, "At this rate, we are going to get distracted and miss our movie."

"We can't have that." Buck counters as he continues forward. Past the flower wall sits multiple rows of seats for the movie with a huge white movie screen at the end of the roof. In the foreground is the Chicago Skyline- the remaining sunlight bouncing off the skyscrapers, which sparkle in the fading light. The wind, icy on their faces, whistles as it whirls around the building. It is breathtaking. Can we just stay here for a second? Just the two of us?

"What movie are we watching?" He asks, though the answer doesn't matter. He will be good with any movie. He's too busy bathing in the romance in the air to care. He'll watch anything at this point. Standing next to Kelly, he can feel the electricity on his skin, running through his veins, and finds himself beaming like a goofy ball as he resists the urge to break out in a dance. His chest hot, his eyes zip up to the sky, which still has no stars in the darkening dusty blue sky—not that they are visible with the city light. Yet, he keeps his eyes up as if he can see them. He inhales deeply, trying to drown his excitement, but that is—

Suddenly, there's a gasp of hot air on his ear—sending an intense shiver down Buck's spine- and Buck goes still as Kelly whispers, "Didn't I tell you before that you won't be able to see the stars in the city?"

Buck's vision drops, and he, blinking, directs his blues eyes at the older man. "Oh that. Yes, I remember. YOU told me that you would have to show me sometimes." He stabs Kelly in the chest with his finger.

Kelly hums. "Did I?" he questions with a smile, scratching at the bottom of his chin. "I don't remember that. Are you messing with me, Buckley?" He pauses as he watches Buck's expression morph into something playful and devious.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Buck denies playfully, as he takes a step back and rocks on his heel. His nerves gone, he is just a ball of energy, a ball of energy who has taken 5 energy drinks.

Matching Buck's energy, Kelly teases, "Oh, really?" He does a dramatic pause before he goes, "okay. I guess we don't have to do it."

"Hey!" Buck exclaims a tad too loud, drawing a few heads to turn towards him.

Scanning the crow, Kelly chucks, a Chester cat smile. "However, I would be up to it."

"Oh, you would?" Being alone with Kelly in the woods? Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

"Oh, yes." Kelly responds, his chuckle coming from deep within. The two men lock eyes, bathing in the other's intense warmth. It's aweing and overwhelming, and yet, they stay still. Though they don't know it, they are thinking the same thing: this feels right. This feels good. They aren't going anywhere. With a heated breath, Kelly is the first to break eye contact, though there's a bit of hesitation when he turns away. He reaches his arm forward, hoovering an inch over Buck's right arm. "Why don't find some seats and then get some food and drinks?" he offers, as he motions to the blanket he has in his arm.

"Don't forget popcorn." Yea don't forget the popcorn.

Snickering, Kelly replies, "Not possible."

*O*O*

The volume on the root top grows as more and more people show up, filling the seats. The energy is fun and lively, and it is nice. So Freaken nice. It feels normal. "You know… I'm the one that asked you out," Buck states slowly but firmly as he looks up from the loveseat four rows back from the screen. "I can pay." He pouts, looking so adorable.

Kelly's brain goes haywire for a second, stunned by Buck being Buck. If he is being honest, he isn't sure what the protocol for this. Does he pay for everything? Do they split the bill? Is this automatically known? Okay, he is totally overthinking this. If Buck was a woman, Kelly would offer to pay, so why would it be any different? He has no issue with paying. He just doesn't want to insult Buck. "Technically, I asked you out first." He counters playfully.

"Yea but my ask was most recent." Buck protests as he wraps himself tighter into the blanket. He looks like a burrito.

As Buck curls up in Kelly's large blanket, Kelly is struck how adorable Buck is when he puckers naughtily. Is it too early to take him home? "Next time." Was he answering himself or Buck?

Straightening up in the loveseat, Buck narrows his eyes at Kelly and hums. "Are you going to say that next time?"

Kelly gives him a cheeky smile before going, "I'll be back, Buckley."

"Popcorn!" Buck cheers as Kelly walks away, his back facing him.

*O*O*

Feeling like a court jester, Kelly regrets his life choices as he attempts to juggle everything. Why did he think this is a good idea? However, the cashier did offer him a tray which he is grateful for. On the way back to their seat, he takes it easy to make sure that he doesn't spill the two beers over the two orders of tacos and the large popcorn, though the popcorn is the most important. No doubt Buck will skin him alive if he doesn't bring back the popcorn in perfect condition. He can already envision the dejected expression on Buck's face if he returns without the popcorn, which will kill Kelly, so he must protect it at all cost.

With his eyes on the tray, he slowly weaves through the maze of people, being careful not to bump into anyone, and Kelly's dedication pays off. When he gets back to their seats and spots the former floater, he almost melts completely when he sees Buck's beautiful face beaming up at him. The heat and contentment roll off the man like a heater, and even with the chill in the air, Kelly feels it. "Got your popcorn."

Buck is all smiles. "And tacos?" Straightening out his legs, Buck's eyes drop to the taco.

"Yes."

"Who can say no to tacos?"

"No one." No one is lying here.

From there, it takes a second for Kelly to kick himself into gear, his eyes glued to Buck, as he sets their food and drinks down on the small table next to them. Standing perfectly and hiding his hands in his pockets, a brief second of hesitation—a painful second—passes as he stares down at the burrito Buck, who hasn't moved at all and is still all wrapped in Kelly's blank fuzzy blanket. The old blanket was a last second grab, Kelly not thinking about the weather until he was leaving. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted it from his apartment door and grabbed it. "Comfy?" he asks, tempted to steal it right back from Buck and make Buck come for it. Granted, he will never. Who can steal from a man smiling at him like that? No, no sane person will. Besides, Kelly would much rather cuddle with him under that blanket, his warm skin against his.

"Very, but you can join." Buck gives him the cutest grin ever, as he slowly starts to uncurl.

Kelly doesn't ask twice, lifts one side of the blanket—the side Buck has opened for him-, and climbs in next the man, who reaches forward for his popcorn and holds onto it for dear life with the other hand. Kelly drops down—Yes, with a nice thump—and pulls the blanket up and around him. "Nice and comfy," he announces as he gets cozy next to the heater that is Evan Buckley. They aren't touching but they are close. "Only be better if you give me some of the popcorn." Letting the blanket drop only two inches, he reaches his arm up as if to take some.

Buck, silently, gives Kelly a devilish glare, as he contemplates sharing. The intensity in his glaring dying, his head bobs for a second before he reluctantly tilts the popcorn ever so slightly toward Kelly and says, "You're lucky I like you." he pauses. "Don't eat too much. You want to save room for those tacos."

From the corner of his eyes, Kelly spots a few stares from the crown as they file in, but his eyes swiftly return to Buck and that smile. "Don't worry about that." He says as he pops in few kernels before reaching for one of the tacos. In what seems like seconds, he stuffs it down in one big bit. After clearing his throat and swallowing deeply, he smiles, "see!"

"I see." He nods, scrunching up his eyes, as he stuffs a few kernels into his mouth.

They lock eyes again, and it takes everything in Kelly not to lean over and cover Buck's lips with his own, even with the popcorn. He doesn't know why he is resisting as he doubts that Buck would object to a kiss, though he may not enjoy a surprised kiss in public while eating popcorn. Even with his bubbly personality, he is a bit shy, though Kelly doesn't know if it is a permanent thing or a recent thing. He doesn't believe it is a permanent thing as Buck is opening up, and Kelly is learning that he is crazy.

Not that's important. This is a date, and the point is that they came here for a movie and get to know each other, not to make out—even if Kelly doesn't mind if they do. I do not. As the lights start to lower and the screen begins to show previews, Kelly's eyes go to Buck, and he quickly contemplates how he wants to play this. Screw this. You're overthinking this, he tells himself. Without another thought, he scooted closer to the younger man. He can feel the shiver that runs through Buck's body at contact and just says seductively, "hello."

Meeting Kelly's eyes, Buck takes a deep breath and leans into Kelly. "Back at you. Now shh!" he nods his head toward the screen.

Unsure how serious Buck is about his movie watching, Kelly shoots Buck a question gaze as he snakes Buck's hand into his. "It's fine," Kelly waves off as the two men get comfortable against each other. The heat is instant as he grips Buck's hand tightly, his thumb lining circles into Buck's skin.

When selecting the Rooftop cinema for their date, they didn't have a choice in the movie, having to accept whatever is playing, but Kelly isn't complaining. Heck, he isn't paying too much attention to the movie to complain, his thoughts glued to the warm heat to his right. Buck is just radiating heat and Kelly is loving every second of it, smashing them together even more. The food and beer, however, sitting on the table is mocking him, but he doesn't want to move for anything, even if he wants a slip of beer. No, he will just sit here and take in Buck's presence.

*O*O*

Again, Kelly didn't have a choice in the movie, but he isn't complaining now. No, he wouldn't consider Scream (1996) a particularly scary movie, but it does have some jump scares, which gets Buck every time. Kelly can't help but chuckle each time it happens, especially when he causes the entire loveseat to move. "You okay, down there?" he whispers.

Buck peaks up, meeting Kelly's piercing blue stare. "Yup," he mutters, as he resettles himself against Kelly. He wraps himself tighter in the blanket.

"Are you sure?" Kelly teases, wrapping an arm around him and taking Buck's weight.

"Yup." He says a bit more forcefully.

"Even if you aren't, I got you," Kelly says.

Buck nods against Kelly before he rests his head on Kelly's shoulder like a pillow. The headphones do dig into Kelly's shoulders, but he ignores the pain as Buck goes, "My hero!"

"Well, it's my job."

Buck snorts. "Same here," he counters as his eyes return to the movie. However, he picks a bad time to return to refocus on the movie as the killer does a jump scare with his bloody knife. Once again, he makes the loveseat move. "Shit."

Kelly laughs as he lays his cheek on the top of Buck's head. The action feels completely normal. "Never seen this movie or just a chicken?"

"Shut up," Buck spouts, readjusting himself ever so slightly.

Letting Buck enjoy the movie, Kelly doesn't tease him back. His eyes flicker back and forth with the movie and the top of his head. He can't pick which one to watch. With Buck's head on his shoulder and his weight in his arms, Kelly's level of comfort is so high that he doesn't move again—the same with Buck oddly enough, and even when the lights slowly come up, he doesn't want to get up. "But I am so comfortable," he whines softly.

Buck groans as he wiggles his feet. "Sames."

At hearing Buck's sleepy voice, he, giving Buck a once over, slowly pushes himself up, and the blanket falls ever so slowly to their waist. "Good movie?" he asks Buck, who is sporting some wicked bed hair.

Rapidly blinking, Buck looks up at him and uncurls out of Kelly's arms. "I might have dozed off for a second."

A second passes as Kelly reflects that statement. "Oh, really? You, Buckley? You jumped several times. How did you fall asleep?"

Buck's red cheeks have returned. "Yea, but after I realize who the killers were, you were so comfy that I…um…"

"Buckley!" Kelly chastises softly as he removes his headphones.

The crowd begin to break out in higher voiced chatter as they also start to filter out in groups. "As if you were fully focused on the movie," Buck counters. "I remember those eyes staring at me."

Feeling caught, Kelly takes a deep breath and glances around, eyeing the crowd exit for a second, "Guilty as charge, but you are so pretty." That isn't a lie. Buck is very pretty. "But enough of that. Can't let that go to your head." He pauses. "Let's go for a walk." He offers as he stares into Buck's eyes. He doesn't want this night to end.

"A w-walk?" Buck shutters.

"Yea, let's go." Kelly's nerves won't let him sit any longer. Buck charges him up, and he needs to get up. He needs to get this energy out.

*O*O*

When Kelly pulls out of the parking lot, he doesn't have a destination in mind. His mind falls into autopilot, his mind focused heavily on the man next to him, and picks a random direction. Buck doesn't say anything, seeming as content in the silence as Kelly is. Not all conversations need to be spoken to be understood, and not everything worthy needs to be spoken aloud. Like now, Kelly bathes it all in and drives, vaguely aware of all the traffic laws. While he does stop for all the red lights, he doesn't recall doing it. He only snaps back to reality when a large body of water appears in the foreground.

"I always said I wanted to live somewhere with a beach." Buck offers up, speaking for the first time in ten minutes.

"Did you now?" Kelly responds, his eyes flicker to Buck before zipping back to the road. It doesn't take long for Kelly to find a parking spot along the Lakefront trail and turn the car off.

Buck hums for a second, his head slowly bobbing back and forth. "Yea," he starts. "…Though, I never thought that beach would be to a lake." He replies as he slowly gets out the car, his eyes and ears on the roaring lake's wave. He lets the lake's presence just wash over him.

Kelly steps out of his car, but he doesn't step out from the opened door. He stands in there, leaning against the car door, and simply watches Buck. With the bright lights of the city shining in the background and the building reflecting off the back lake, Buck looks radiant. But he always does. When Buck is a good 15 feet down the walkway, Kelly softly shuts his car door and jogs after Buck. It takes a few seconds to catch up, but when he is side by side with the man, he gives Buck a quick once over, before saying. "You okay."

"Yea, just thinking."

Kelly's heart skips a beat, suddenly worried that Buck is unhappy here. Masking that fear, he shakes that thought out of his head and asks, "About what?"

Buck doesn't answer quickly, keeping his eye out on the water. "About how different my life is now. Light and day… Back than…" He pauses as he inhales deeply. "I would've never had thought I would be here. That I would be happy again. That I would find a home again with people who want me." He tilts his head back to look at Kelly and smiles. "Never thought I have an amazing guy interested in me. So, yea… I never expected this."

Taking his own deep breath, Kelly utters, "Evan." His brain freezes.

Turning back to the lake, Buck adds, "So not the beach I expected or the life I expected."

Kelly stands still trying to process what Buck is saying. "And you are okay with that?" Kelly likes to think yes, but regardless of the answer, it makes him angry at the 118, who has wronged Buck, again.

"Very."

"Good," Kelly replies, letting out the breath that he doesn't know he is holding.

Buck turns fully to Kelly and lets out one huge laugh as he scratches his nose. "So, are we going for that walk?"

The sudden change in Buck's tone always gives Kelly whiplash, but he goes with the flow. "I'm just waiting for you, Buckley. Not my fault you get distracted easily." Kelly ignores the wounded, insulted expression on Buck's face and walks past him.

Only a second passes before he hurries after Kelly, his footsteps heavy. He isn't as graceful as he normally is, stumbling over his feet. He lets out an awkward groan as he catches himself from face planting just in time. "I see what you're doing now." Buck, breathing heavily, accuses as he walks two feet behind him. He buries his hand in his pockets, so he doesn't flock like a crazy bird.

Stopping in his tracks, Kelly turns, his right eye brow raised. "What am I doing?"

Buck's eyes scan the area, taking a mental picture of the lake and the number of people on the trail. Besides, for a random person 50 feet down the walkway, they are alone. It seems no one wants to be out tonight. "We aren't too far from where we walked on our first date." He shots out.

The word 'date' echoes loudly in Kelly's head, and he freezes. Out of all the things he expects Buck to say, that's not one of them. While that first 'date' felt like a date, Kelly refuses to call it a date—wanting to keep his hopes down, but hearing Buck say 'date' sends shivers up his spine. "A date, Buckley?" he winks.

Buck stiffens up and turns ever so slowly towards Kelly, his face bright pink even in the dark. They shine like two flashlights. "What?" he spits out.

"You said our first date." Kelly is all cheeks.

Shuttering and blinking rapidly, Buck replies slowly, "D-did I-I say t-that?"

Kelly is smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt, and yet he can't stop smiling. "You did." The idea that both of them consider that date their first date makes him feel light enough to walk on air. It is electrifying.

"I…um…I…um…" Buck's enchanting blue eyes are large and wide, and with his head tilted to the side, his hand scratches at the spot directly below his right ear. He rocks back and forth on his heel, his nerves visible. "Well, I… You see…um…."

While listening to Buck's nonsensical rumbles, Kelly can't help but admire Buck's bashfulness. It is a new experience for Kelly, not all of his dates had this level of shyness, and it is downright adorable. "Buck… Evan," he calls, his voice soft and smooth. The younger man doesn't respond to Kelly—his voice not even registering-, as he gets redder and redder as time goes on. He starts to wave in his arms wildly and in a non-sensible fashion. Holding back a laugh, it makes Kelly's heart skip and his chest go hot. With his brain sputtering, Kelly does what he does best. He crosses to Buck in two large steps and draws him into his arms. Swiftly and smoothly, he captures Buck's lips with his, and like all the other times, it is the most amazing thing ever. God, Buck tastes delicious.

While Kelly is tempted to kiss him until the sun comes up, he breaks the kiss, through only lingering an inch from the pink kissable lips. "I like to think of that as our first date too." He huffs softly, his breath hot on Buck's face. He has to admit that it is a different experience to be looking straight into Buck's blue eyes, instead of looking down, but he isn't complaining. He will never complain about kissing Buck… Evan.

This time, at hearing those words, Buck—without saying a word- surges forward and catches Kelly's lips into his. Unlike before, Buck is charged up, and in full control, pushes back hard against Kelly, grabbing his jacket to pull him closer. With an intense hunger, Buck shows Kelly who he is and takes the lead.

Author note:

I would love to go to a rooftop movie... Why doesn't my city do stuff like that? LOL

Does anyone think Kelly and Buck will be able to control themselves? If you do, raise your hand.

I will attempt to be better with updates. You can try to pay me off with reviews. I love reviews.