Don't tell me Dad already weirded him out… But Tristan kept quiet, crossing his legs and fiddling his thumbs. He nearly forgot about why Chase was in the car in the first place, and it made him a tad disappointed in himself. But we're almost there, abd that's all that's important…
Chase continued to chew on his lower lip nervously, focusing on the trees and houses passing by so he wouldn’t be so awkward. He glanced at Tristan, wishing he knew what he was thinking. Hoping Tristan wasn’t regretting this.
They drove a bit further and finally pulled into his driveway. It was a nice two-story house, fit for four people.
Everyone got out, and Tristan grabbed his stuff that was by his feet. Hopefully our entire date doesn't turn out to be as awkward as that. He closed the door and patiently waited for Chase, and for his father to unlock the house
Chase walked up beside Tristan nervously, glancing at him every few seconds. Maybe he only said yes to be nice, maybe I should go home early because I get ‘sick’… Chase frowned at himself, wanting to take the easy way out like that. No, just hope for a little bit longer…
Tristan grabbed at one of Chase's fingers and pulled him to the front stoop where his dad was unlocking the door.
When he pushed his way into the house, Tristan led him on inside. "Well… This is it." He spread his arms out wide to show the vastness of the house. "I guess I can show you my room if you want…" I'm gonna be up there anyway… I need to take a shower, and badly…
“I… sure,” Chase made a smile, wrapping his arms around himself even though he wasn’t cold. “You house is very nice,” He added shyly, chewing on his lower lip.
"Alright…" Tristan reached for Chase's hand and led him further upstairs. He rounded the corner and they were there in seconds. He dropped his backpack at the door and picked up Graham from his spot on his pillow.
He held him up cutely. "I'm sure you already know Graham…" I don't want him to think I have the mind of a five year old, though… Bit he shoved the thought away, and focused on being himself.
Chase let himself let out a little laugh, “Yeah,” He dropped his own backpack next to Tristan’s. He stood there awkwardly, wishing he knew what to say, “I… um… your room is- is nice.” Your room is nice? Who says that?!?
"Well, thanks. My dad let me design it myself with all sorts of stuff, like the curtains and what kind of bed I wanted…" He sat down on his bed, still hanging on to Graham. "What I really wanted was some kind of loft bed, but my mom said it was unsafe." He rolled his eyes. "But… I'm glad you like it nonetheless." Tristan smiled.
“A loft bed would be nice,” Chase said, making a small smile. At least it’s not too awkward… “So… uh… what should we do?” He asked quietly, then moved to awkwardly sit next to Tristan. Why do I have to be so awkward…
Tristan began to kick his legs a little. "Oh…" He got a small idea, but wondered if a date didn't really suit the description of thw situation. "Well, I learned just this week how to make cookies from scratch…. Do you want to help me make some?" I thought I'd have a better idea for more of a date kind of thing…. But he couldn't expect the best of things; it was only his first time.
“Yes! I love baking!” Chase beamed, but added, “Though I’m not very good at it.” His cheeks gained a pink dusting on them as he blushed with tinge of embarrassment, but he kept smiling.
"That's fine. I can teach you some things if you want." He got up with Graham still in his arms. "Buut… I need to take a shower first, if that's okay…" I should've just taken one this morning so I wouldn't have to do this in the middle of our … Mm… Date…
“Uh, okay, I can wait here then,” Chase said with a small smile, but added, “If that’s okay with you.”
"Okay… Feel free to look around. I don't really care what you do, just be careful." He flashed him a small smile as he snatched his fuzzy bathrobe from the hook on the back of his door and headed down the hall into the bathroom. He locked it, set Graham on the hamper and turned him to face the wall.
He set his stuff on the floor, closing the blinds and stripped down.
He got in when the water was warm, washing himself with the best soap and his mother's mango defrizzing shampoo.
Tristan was out within minutes, putting his pajamas back on. Hopefully I won't be that much longer…
Chase chewed his lip, laying back on Tristan’s bed. Only for a little bit, I’ll get up before he comes back so it’s not weird… But Tristan’s bed was comfy and smelled like him, and Chase found himself relaxing and not realizing the time.
Tristan wrapped himself in his bathrobe, grabbed Graham again and headed on out. He returned to his room to see Chase getting comfy on his bed. "Are you ready to make cookies?" He smiled warmly. "….Or do you want to cuddle first?"
Chase picked his head up in a small panic, blushing furiously before relax again and turning on his side, “Well… I wouldn’t mind cuddling…” He blushed even more as he looked shyly at Tristan.
Tristan trotted on over to where Chase was laying (lying? Oof I dunno) and crawled onto the bed with him, keeping very close to his side. "I'm glad we get to have a chance to do something like this…" He hugged him around his waist, glancing up at the ceiling. I'm glad I asked….
“Yeah,” Chase found himself wrapping his arms around Tristan and moving to rest his head over his boyfriend’s heart. He was just so warm and soft… Chase closed his eyes, humming happily as he snuggled closer.
(Oof imma bit confuzzed on positioning here….)
Tristan couldn't help but smile, keeping both Chase and Graham close to him. I'm glad things were able to work out… He closed his eyes. For my mom not to be here… And for Chase to be able to come over… It's like I'm in heaven.
(^Kinda like the pink one to the left, Chase is laying his head on Tristan’s chest)
“I love you,” Chase murmured softly, breathing in Tristan and trying to memorize this moment. He wanted to hold it with him forever- he wanted to be with Tristan for as long as he could.
(Okay I thought it was more like the other pink one when Tristan got on the bed…)
Tristan wrapped his arms around Chase tight, feeling them both sink into the bed. At that point, he didn't really feel like getting up and making cookies, let alone sit up in the bed. "I love you too…" He was happy that the words were no longer too foreign to him, and that he could tell him that without the slightest twinge of redness or gut twist.
(Either one works)
Chase found himself not wanting to sit up, not wanting to leave. And he knew he shouldn’t, he knew his father would hate him, but he was falling in love. He knew it was probably a mistake, getting so attached to Tristan. The worse part was that he didn’t want to this -them- to end.
Tristan leaned over and pecked Chase's forehead nicely. "I want today to last forever…." He touched his nose to his forehead then. "With my mom gone, and you here with me, it's like it couldn't get any better…." He cupped a hand to the side Chase's face, thumbing his cheek slowly.
“You’re perfect…” Chase whispered, “Like the mornings when the birds are chirping melodies at dawn, and dew is still on the leaves… And it’s warm. Like a blanket…” He added softly, then tugged Tristan an little closer.
"Perfect….?" He echoed his word, drawing back to look at him in the eyes. "….I'd say I'm not as perfect as you think…" Perfect? Me? No way…. Tristan brought their lips together in another harmonizing kiss.
Chase melted in Tristan’s arms, kissing him back softly before pulling away just a smidge to tell him, “You’re perfect… you’re perfect for me.” He gently kissed Tristan again, the moment so soft and round. He didn’t want it to end.
Tristan shifted a little only to get the best position to get the full effect of Chase's warmth. "You're just as perfect as I am…"
He put his left leg over Chase's right and didn't hesitate another second before he got close enough so that all he could do was just give him what he wanted.
He barely heard his dad yell his name from downstairs in the kitchen. "Tristan!!"
Chase jumped a little, reluctantly pulling away as he mumbled, “You should probably go talk to him…” He rah a hand through his curly hair to get it out of his face and give himself something to distract himself. If not, he would’ve been kissing Tristan again.
