Characters x Canon caboodle

~Out of the Bag~

[Joseph Christiansen x Jacques Red]
[FLUFF]

[Joseph Christiansen belongs to Dream Daddy, not me]

"It really is nice to be getting to know you more, Jax!"
It was likely the greatest weather that the Cul-de-sac would experience for the portion of that year, the sun beating down and warming each and every area with its rays.
So, it should come as no surprise that two particular fathers had decided to use this day to it's advantage, not that they had the exact same concept of what said advantage was.

Joseph Christiansen, a kind and happy go lucky 'hip' youth Minister, and Jacques Red. A confused rock enthusiast with a taste for bad barbecue puns.
It wasn't entirely surprising why they hit it off rather spectacularly.

The two parents had decided to head off on their own fun day out. The Christiansen children presumably safe at home with Mary, much to Jacques' mild concern. Although, it wasn't like the children didn't terrify him to some degree. How could such youngsters be so stoic?
Travis Red, well, he had gone out. Heading off on his own journey to what he told to be a 'Killer sesh' . His father was well aware of what a sesh was, but had decided that he would rather his son smoked pot than be trusted to not cause extreme damage to the neighbour's children.

Currently, Joseph and Jacques stood at the gates to a tennis court. Joseph, as per usual, nothing short of being dressed in his usual hipster style. Jacques not having thought through the fact that the sun is hot and it is not a great idea to wear a black hoodie, black jeans and boots. Yet, regardless of their attire being far from fitting for a tennis court, the blond male managed to open up the bar-locked gates and pace in, followed by a slightly tense shorter male.

Jacques wasn't entirely sure of why he was tense at all, after all he had known Joseph since the first day of his move. He had came into his house and given him cookies, that's not something people usually do for him. So, it was entirely irrational for him to feel worried, right? Well, not really. To Jacques, Joseph was perfect. He was unfaulteringly kind to everyone, he was great at barbacues, he had rather admirable fashion choice (a highly unpopular opinion), and he told puns. Of course there was more to his liking of him, but standing around and mentally listing it all to himself would not be doing him any favours.
Besides, Joseph had already set himself up on one side of the net. Racket held loosely in his right hand as he attempted to get the correct stance, he took this outing very seriously as was more clear now. Considering that he had even taken off his blue sweater, now that's commitment.

The rock-adoring father gave himself a brief moment to admire Joseph once again, before shuddering back to reality and pacing over to the other side of the court. Sliding his hoodie down his arms and off, tying the sleeves around his waist with an almost practised precision. What a strange thing to be good at. Nonetheless, he mimicked his fellow dad's footing. Raising the racket as he watched the tennis ball get thrown up and served towards him.

You see, this is the part where Jacques recalls that he has never been good at tennis in his life.

Joseph, across the court, was a tad concerned to see the smaller male giving a somewhat nervous look towards the approaching tennis ball. Raising an eyebrow and watching as he took one step.
Then two.
Plonk.
The ball proceeded to bounce right off of Jacques' head, causing the male to blink a few times in astonishment before going a rather ridiculous shade of crimson. He hadn't even moved his racket to hit it, what an idiot.
Joseph, on the other hand, emitted a choked snort. Raising a hand to cover his mouth as he mentally scolded himself for even beginning to laugh. Taking a moment to inhale before his voice tremored and he entered a laughing fit.
Jacques was still red, but more red. Redder.

...

A few minutes had passed and Jacques was now leaning against the side of the court, watching Joseph start up a ball launching mechanic and step back. Grinning as the first tennis ball came firing out, swinging his racket down and sniggering before yelling.
"BOOM-"
This most certainly caught the other dad a tad off guard, the gradient - haired male looking upwards at the blond only to see him hit yet another ball. Yelling the same thing once again.
"BOOM-"
He looks so, happy. I, have to tell him.
Jacques began internally monolouging to himself, eventually coming to the bizarre conclusion that he simply must come clean to Joseph. He had to tell him, it wasn't doing anyone any better or worse with him keeping it bottled up, well other than his constant worry about it. Besides, he couldn't just keep rambling to Craig about his problems.
"Jose-"
"BOOM-"
"Joseph-"
"BOO-huh?"

Joseph shifted his gaze over to Jacques, shifting for a brief moment to turn off the launching machinery before speaking once again. This time only to be interrupted.

"Jax, what is i-"

"Look I've been holding this back for a very long time and it's probably a bad idea that I tell you and I know you have Mary but I can't keep pestering Craig with my problems and it's probably going to ruin everything but I hope not so I need to tell you that I very much like y-mPHGN-"

Jacques found his lips being sealed shut by another set in a matter of seconds, a hand slinking down to grip onto his waist and pull him further forwards as another got ahold on his left shoulder. A kiss, what a pleasant way to be silenced.
Like most good things, it remained for just a moment before being pulled apart. The kissing culprit himself shifting back from the contact slightly to speak towards a very surprised seeming Jacques, rather clear by the fact that he had begun to tear up.

"I love you too."