It's Christmas Eve and Ralph is taking me out on our first official date.
"Ray and dad told me you stayed by my side throughout my hospitalization," he winks at me as the waitress finally brought us the food.
"This is quite the fancy restaurant, huh?" I try to change the subject but he doesn't seem to like it.
He says to me, "When will you just admit that you love me already?"
"Never," I say without hesitation and then mumble, "I already do."
"Hm?" He stops my fork which is digging into a very fancy tomato, "Say that again."
"What are you doing?" I am being a little mellow dramatic, "Now my fork has your germs."
"You got to be kidding me?! I haven't even touch my lips with it yet," his face and voice are even more dramatic than mine.
"But you still touched it!"
"I'm only touching the handle of my fork," he smiles all the while holding back his laughter. I hold my own laughter due to his obnoxious facial expression.
I feel eyes staring at us, "Shhh, you're too loud, Ralph. This is why I can't go out with you anywhere."
"And this is why we're engaged and not going out," he whispers in an angry and joking matter.
"Ah, then I quit," I make a disinterested gesture. "I guess I'll love you."
Those simple words makes my heart throbs with excitement and so I guess that's why the French say Je suis excité when they're horny.
I shrug his lustrous eyes and focus on the luscious salad trying to fulfill the faux of my gluttony as the holiday season progresses.
"Gabe, how many kids do you think we can handle?" Ralph awkwardly places this silly subject onto the table.
"Ah," I cringe at the subject and accidentally crush the tomato in my mouth exploding its juice.
I hold out a finger telling him to wait as I prolong the intake of this fruit to think of an appropriate answer, "I don't know. As many as we can adopt and support. You?"
Ralph bites hard onto his fork and I assume he wasn't expecting for me to flip the table.
He too prolongs his intake until he finally says, "Then I want 200 kids."
"You got to be kidding me!" I roll my eyes which he seems to enjoy my agony, "Can't you be realistic?"
"What are you saying? I am being realistic," his brows nit together as the tone of this voice deepens, "I'm sure we can adopt and support at least 500 kids but I decided that you'll rather prefer just 40% of that."
"Then I guess we'll spent all of our times on them and not for each other," I wink twice to show him I meant.
We laugh and even though we barely touch our appetizers, the waitress already bringing our second course.
"Then, how about just a daughter and we can fund academic scholarships, organizations, and orphanages?"
I nod with a slight smile for approval then I ask with a hard front, "Do you want to...um, y'know..."
"Sure, let's make love before going to the Christmas party with our parents tonight," Ralph blows me a kiss and make a heart shape with his hands.
"You better say 'I love you' during our first time," I kick him under the table. "Else we're not doing it."
"But I already say 'I love you' all the time," he pouts.
"Then it shouldn't be too hard for you to say it during the you-know-what."
"I love you!" He shouts and my cheeks blush immediately. Ralph is too obnoxious-I mean he was the class clown, what was I expecting?
"I love you, I love you, I love you-"
"Gosh, I love you too, so stop yelling already," I kick him again and because the table cover is quite long and thick, I make sure he get the message.
Then I feel a feet playing around and getting closer to my cock.
"What are you doing?" I angrily whisper.
"Revenge," he licks his upper lips before biting down on his lower lips in a single motion-truly sexy.
I don't regret it. As a matter of fact, I begin to do the same exact thing to him.
After a short while he submits, "Fuck this. Let's go to the room I already rented. There'll be more food later anyway."
My eyes widen at his words and before I realize it, we are in his car going somewhere.
"Where are we going?"
"A private place where I can do whatever I want to you!"
I blush and then ask, "You got condoms? Because I don't."
"I want it to be raw our first time," he squeezes his sexual frustrations onto my petit hand. "Do you mind?"
I turn away from him as I hide my hot red salsa face and simply nod to show my consent.
So ummmmm it's a bl so no sex scene, but it's also mature...
Welp, you just gotta wait until the next chapter to know if there'll be a sex scene 😤
Nonetheless, thank you for reading!! ❤️❤️ Merry Christmas!! (If you don't celebrate Christmas, then just Happy Winter Break or something along those lines 😁)
Milestone is at 1k views, I'll update 2 chapters 10 hours appart.
This is a lot of A/N, but here's the last thing I feel the need to say. I know that many people will probably hate the next few chapters and probably drop the series all together, but I just saying that I wrote it like how I wanted to and I'm proud to be making social commentaries bc we need more awareness.