"You know, they were about to call the cops because of you", Rob laughs, his elongated body leaned against the bathroom sink. After the meeting Jesse and Rob met in the bathroom of the building, the one where people usually don't go. The meeting went on longer than usual, probably because of the confusion regarding Robs story. "I'm sorry again, for the shirt and the slap", he gives him a soft smile, his arms crossed in front of him and legs apart. "How often do you wanna apologize? I already told you it's fine", now they both can't stop laughing.
"So, I was wondering", Jesse looks at the man in front of him, "I was wondering if you wanna come over, this evening. I could show you my place, and maybe you'll get some revenge and criticize my place this time. I'll even pour the wine", he gives him a seductive look before he pushes his curly head against Robs chest playfully. The heartbeat is fast, faster than average, he's exited. "I don't know, are you ready for me to come over?", Rob is concerned. After everything they've been through, and still in a way are going through, Jesses comfortableness is the priority. This time they're gonna do it right- the slow way, even if Rob feels like speeding up the process. They've been waiting so long, and he's still teased by the almost-kiss they shared.
"I wanna set up some rules before you come.", Jesse says, his voice stern but his eyes telling another story. Rob nods, gesturing his consent, patiently waiting for Jesse to proceed, "No sob stories. I want this to be a fun evening, and I also wanna protect myself from sharing too much of my trauma, I don't think I'm ready to do that yet. So yes, no sad stories that end with you feeling sorry for me", he moves his hands from his torso to his hips, letting them lean there. "Alright, what else?", Rob smiles softly, but also remembering all the times he told Jesse to get a therapist. This man has a lot of things happening, he shouldn't push it anymore. Rob's ready when Jesse is. "No politics, please. I can't hear it anymore!", he proceeds. "Yeah, you're disappearing during every debate, I can tell", they laugh, knowing how true it is. However what Rob doesn't know is that Jesse leaves to get fresh air, because sitting next to a person that takes his breath with just one look is exhausting, and confusing. He needs the breaks, he needs to get his head clear. "Last rule: no -you know what I mean.", he nervously tucks at his sleeve, ashamed to even say the word out loud. Rob can't help but chuckle, he hasn't seen someone in their thirties that is so nervous when is comes to it, on the other hand there's a clear reason why. "We won't, I swear", he finally takes his hands off the edge of the sink just to join Jesses, that still lie on his hips. "If I make you uncomfortable please don't hesitate to tell me.", he whispers, before leaving the bathroom, letting Jesse behind, alone.
The entire day at the cabinet they've been giving each other suggestive looks, not saying any word. Only long glances that can burn holes inside each other, spiraling out of control, once again robbing the air around them. Looks, while Jesse gets coffee and Rob has a talk 10 meters away from him. Looks, when Jesse walks up to the pedestal. Looks, when their feet accidentally brush together under the desk. They can't keep their eyes off each other, thinking about what's to come in the evening.
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A golden doorbell, a wooden door. Jesses house looks big from outside, like a mansion even. It makes Rob think about his own small house, and how he won't find anything to criticize about the furniture. It bugs him, he really looked forward to take revenge, but he's also afraid any blow he directs at Jesse is gonna break him. While he does seem more confident again, and almost like the Jesse he got to know in the beginning, only less douchey, he also can't forget how fragile and broken he is. This evening is gonna be like dodging bullet after bullet, and he wonders if that's what he wants. Jesse's a nice guy, and their chemistry is unmistakable, but will Rob ever be able to get comfortable around him? That evening will show.
"Please, come in!" Jesse is wearing a black turtleneck and casual jeans, an outfit that he seems to have a lot. Rob can't help feeling overdressed with his suit and vest over the expensive fancy shirt, that are accentuated by his perfectly polished shoes. He chuckles, being a bit embarrassed he took the date so seriously, when Jesse obviously didn't. But Jesse is mesmerized, watching Robs every move while he takes off his shoes. The hair parted in the middle, the vest snuck tightly -he's gorgeous. "Excuse my look, I just cooked and didn't wanna ruin my real outfit. Let me change quickly, be right back!", and with that he runs into his room, closing the door in a smooth manner.
Jesse, you idiot. What are you gonna wear? Why didn't you put on something fancier? In a panic he opens all his drawers and pulls out every single clothe he owns. Yellow tracksuit? No, not that ugly thing! Keep looking! The tracksuit lands behind the bed. Why do I have so many pajamas? And with that the pajamas join the tracksuit behind the bed. He keeps throwing things until he finally finds the royal blue button up shirt and the matching black trousers, which he combines with a black fly. He's gonna get hot and sweat a lot, but it's better than looking like a fool. Aggressively he pulls off the turtleneck and frees his body from the jeans, when the door suddenly opens: "Are you okay? It's been 15 mi-"
"Sorry", the door closes as fast as it opened. Fuck. That is even more embarrassing than just staying in the turtleneck. Jesse throws himself on the bed, or on the clothing pile on the bed. What a great start for this date. Rob not only saw him half naked, but also how littered the entire room is, making him look like a mess. After a moment of self loathing he quickly puts on the outfit, combing his hair through with his fingers, and putting on a spritzer of perfume. He's ready to finally nail that date.
"Sorry for the mess, and sorry that you had to wait so long", he lets out an uncomfortable laugh, "Please, sit down! I made casserole", another uncomfortable laugh. "I didn't know you could cook?", Rob seems genuinely impressed, cheeks still rosy from the sight before. "Cooking is my passion! My mom taught me when I was a child", the conversation seems to finally roll. "Well I don't cook, I usually just get takeout", Rob laughs, sitting down opposite to Jesse. They stare at each other for a while, silence falling between them. Somehow the silence isn't uncomfortable though, it's captivating and sparkles make their way all around them. It's what Rob's been missing, the comfortableness.
"You look good. Blue suits you well", he says, not taking his eyes off Jesse, who immediately blushes. "You look good too today, I mean you always look good, only now you're just good in another way you know, I mean not like more or less good, like I like casual you and this you, but-", the words flowing in panic, "I like your vest! It's a very pretty vest!", he finally comes to an end. Rob chuckles and takes a sip from the expensive red wine, enjoying the view in front of him. A stumbling, panicking, hot mess if he's ever seen one. He's adorable. "You're so different from when I got to know you. You're sweet. I like that", he decides to tease and move his body further, stopping halfway when he remembers rule number 3 for today. He can't get too flirty, or he's not sure if he'll be able to obey the rules. "Thanks. You're pretty much the same", Jesse laughs, still blushing in the process. "No seriously, you just took a 180 degree turn! I like you like this, it's authentic", Rob pushes his foot up to Jesses under the table, so they touch. Jep, that's 100% his love language. "You don't find me pathetic?", he brushed a curl from his face, then awkwardly massages his neck, all without ever unlocking his eyes with Robs. "I like men who are more on the sensitive side. It's sexy", his foot now making his way under Jesses trousers, resting it at his ankle. His actions seem to show effect, because Jesse just loosened his fly. A victory smile appears on Robs smug face, and again he takes a sip from the wine.
"Did you know when you lick someone's elbow while they aren't looking they won't feel it?", Jesse suddenly blurts out, his cheeks and nose colored in a deep red. Great, you're the worst at flirting. "No, I didn't", Rob laughs, raising an eyebrow at the absurdity of this man, "What are you trying to suggest? You wanna lick my elbow?", he laughs again, while Jesse burries his face in his hands. "Sorry, I don't know what I'm saying. You're- I mean I'm really hot right now. Sorry. May I open the window?", he jumps up and walks past Rob, who tries really hard to suppress his laughter. It's not how he imagined the night to go, but this may be even more enjoyable than what he had in mind. To pass the time Rob takes another big sip from his wine, looking back at Jesse behind him. "You should drink some too, maybe it'll loosen you up", he says, still feeling Jesses ashamed aura. Without missing a beat Jesse turns around, walks up to his kitchen counter and pours himself a big shot of tequila. Rob watches amazed how he downs it without making a face, his hands however are trembling. Only seconds later he downs the second shot, returning to his seat as if nothing happened. "So how was your day?" -the date can finally begin, properly.
Note: Hola amigos! Pleaseee check out my Bestie @Helduath ! She's an absolute sweetheart and has better writing than I could ever strive for XD Also her Resse Fanfiction is so good, check it out! Sorry for not posting yesterday, I might or might've not watched 11h long debates in Dutch, a language I don't understand, so time went by faster than assumed. Okay, ciao!