Oh. Ivan nodded. “Of course.” They had only shared two chaste kisses. He certainly wouldn't mind more. His breath caught as he looked down into Alfred's flushed, eager, honest face. His summer sky eyes were open wide, lips parted slightly, looking very inviting. Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan, leaning up to touch their lips together. Ivan hesitated, not sure what to do with his own hands. He finally decided to be daring, and settled them on the boy's hips. He ran his tongue along Alfred's lips until they parted further, granting him access to the sweet, hot mouth. Oh, it was nice. The boy's youth and flustered kissing had led Ivan to thinking maybe he was... inexperienced. But no, he had kissed before. Either that, or he was a very quick learner. His tongue danced with Ivan's, and his hands roamed and explored.
Ivan finally, gently pushed Alfred away, drawing in a much-needed breath. “All right. Not too much before you have to go to work.”
Alfred chuckled—if he didn't know any better, Ivan might have even called it a giggle—and turned back toward the bar. “Yeah. Work. Geez, sorry our dates are so lame. Work and fast food.”
“Tomorrow we will make up for it,” Ivan said, limping after Alfred. “But for now, I think I will make use of your restroom.”
“All right. Vodka will be waiting.”
“Thank you.”
And so Ivan found himself again idly sipping his drink while waiting for Alfred to be free for a moment between serving drinks so they could chat (the flowers sat in a bit of water in a beer mug, which Alfred kept close at all times). Yes, they would definitely have to find something nice to do tomorrow. But with two busy people, they had to make do as best they could. At least Alfred had a job where he was free to chat. Ivan found himself wondering if he was allowed to have a passenger when he delivered food. No, that would be silly.
“Heh,” Alfred said at one point, chopping into a lemon. “Hope they're off duty. Don't want trouble in here. Or drunk cops on duty...”
“What?” Ivan turned, wincing at the sight of a pair of police officers wandering in. They did have the casual look of a couple guys coming in for a drink after work. But still. They were definitely not cops on his payroll, and they looked vaguely familiar. “I need to use the restroom again.”
“So soon?” Alfred laughed.
Ivan nodded. “I may be a while.” As long as it took them to drink.
“Uh oh.”
“I, um... I was intrigued by the fast food we had the other day. So I tried a taco place today.” Not even remotely true, of course.
Alfred laughed harder. “Oh! Hey, I've been there, man. Take all the time you need.”
Ivan walked as briskly as he could toward his hiding spot, thinking that he really needed to come up with some better excuses in the future... He sighed to himself, feeling a wave of sadness when he realized just how much of their relationship was going to depend on lies.
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Ivan finally, gently pushed Alfred away, drawing in a much-needed breath. “All right. Not too much before you have to go to work.”
Alfred chuckled—if he didn't know any better, Ivan might have even called it a giggle—and turned back toward the bar. “Yeah. Work. Geez, sorry our dates are so lame. Work and fast food.”
“Tomorrow we will make up for it,” Ivan said, limping after Alfred. “But for now, I think I will make use of your restroom.”
“All right. Vodka will be waiting.”
“Thank you.”
And so Ivan found himself again idly sipping his drink while waiting for Alfred to be free for a moment between serving drinks so they could chat (the flowers sat in a bit of water in a beer mug, which Alfred kept close at all times). Yes, they would definitely have to find something nice to do tomorrow. But with two busy people, they had to make do as best they could. At least Alfred had a job where he was free to chat. Ivan found himself wondering if he was allowed to have a passenger when he delivered food. No, that would be silly.
“Heh,” Alfred said at one point, chopping into a lemon. “Hope they're off duty. Don't want trouble in here. Or drunk cops on duty...”
“What?” Ivan turned, wincing at the sight of a pair of police officers wandering in. They did have the casual look of a couple guys coming in for a drink after work. But still. They were definitely not cops on his payroll, and they looked vaguely familiar. “I need to use the restroom again.”
“So soon?” Alfred laughed.
Ivan nodded. “I may be a while.” As long as it took them to drink.
“Uh oh.”
“I, um... I was intrigued by the fast food we had the other day. So I tried a taco place today.” Not even remotely true, of course.
Alfred laughed harder. “Oh! Hey, I've been there, man. Take all the time you need.”
Ivan walked as briskly as he could toward his hiding spot, thinking that he really needed to come up with some better excuses in the future... He sighed to himself, feeling a wave of sadness when he realized just how much of their relationship was going to depend on lies.