Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

[the_tailor]

((ooc: continuation of this!))


[Going back to his usual nights had been a bummer, to say the least. Sure, Lance was used to it, but he couldn't get the boy he met out of his head. In a way, it was kind of nice to at least have someone to fantasize about to make things a little easier to deal with, though he felt bad about using his image like that. But you gotta do what you gotta do in a business like this.

It isn't long, though, before their date night comes up. Lance has spent all evening working on making himself look good. Not his usual hooker-y flashiness, but just...good. Casual but still a little sexy. His jeans are tight enough to be a second skin, and his top shows off his broad shoulders and a little bit of stomach when he bends just the right way. He puts on the lightest bit of makeup, just to bring out his eyes. By the time he's done, his phone buzzes, and--oh. Keith's already here. He quickly pulls on his boots, grabbing his wallet before eagerly heading down the stairs of his building.

When he sees Keith on his bike, he heads over, taking no time in giving him a kiss on the cheek to greet him.]

Missed you, Keithy Keith.

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[marmorite]

[ keith had been looking forward to this date too, though his anticipation manifested in a lot of restless energy and the strange daydream that involved lance's legs and a lot of bending. he nearly burned his hand on his stove getting caught up in that. mental note never to let his mind wander while he's making lunch anymore.

unlike lance, he hadn't really gussied up. mostly because keith wouldn't know how even if one of the guys for queer eye for the straight guy personally schooled him in it. he put on a clean shirt, though (black), and his nicest pair of jeans (faded black), and that weird cropped leather jacket. combed his hand through his hair a couple of times? he tried. ]

We were texting all day, [ he murmurs, as if that might somehow quell the faint flush blooming on his cheeks right after that kiss. despite this being an official date, he still can't help feeling flustered at lance's open and easy display of affection.

he hands the other the spare helmet lance had used last time, not exactly subtle as he looks the other boy over. ]

You look... [ okay keith, don't fuck this up ] ...different.

[ 🙃 ]

[the_tailor]

Texting isn't seeing! I mean, I can't do this when we're texting.

[Another little cheek kiss, and he smirks when he notices Keith's gaze.]

I'm hoping it's a good kind of different...? I figured since this was an actual date, you'd, y'know, want me less in the whole...work getup and more in the me just trying to impress a cute boy getup.

[marmorite]

[ honestly, bless lance for his patience. his understanding. keith doesn't realize his folly until the other starts to seek confirmation, prompting a hasty nod. ]

No, yeah — it's good. I like it. [ cue internal facepalm ]

I figured you looked good in anything you wore. It's nice to have it confirmed, I guess.

[the_tailor]

[It's okay. Lance is mega impatient in some things, but in stuff like this? He's cool. Frankly, it's a surprise to him that someone actually legitly wants to take him out on a date. Even before the whole hooker deal, it'd usually be string after string of rejections.

So you're good, Keith. Lance doesn't have incredibly high social standards. You're find being the awkward dork you are.]

That.. Thanks, Keith. That's sweet. You're looking pretty good, too.

[But with a face and body like that, it's hard not to. He grins and fastens his helmet on before climbing on the bike behind him.]

[marmorite]

[ keith actually grunts at that, because he's actually a caveman. one day he'll learn to take a compliment properly, but it's hard (no pun intended) when a cute boy is being cute at you.

yes, please enjoy the hard, compact muscles of your very own pizza delivery boy, lance. get snug.

when the bike revs back to life, keith leans forward to begin easing them away from the street. first thing on the docket: dinner! not pizza, thankfully. still italian, though, because it's the closest retaurant to the theater that gives pretty large portions for your buck and

well

he wants lance to have his fill tonight.





no pun intended. ]

[the_tailor]

[Uh huh.




(He hopes to have that pun be intended later.)

Lance very much enjoys those muscles as he clings on. Keith's lack of...well, social skills and awkwardness is nothing short of cute in his eyes. It makes him feel better, in some weird way-- because of someone who's obviously this confused and kind of shy when it comes to these sorts of things is already putting himself out there this much? Lance has to be something special. And he definitely likes being something special.]

This our stop?

[marmorite]

Yeah.

[ it's not fancy or anything. definitely not the kind of place to have valet (not that keith would even do that because fuck that), but it's a nice, sit down place you can bring your family to. once they're both dismounted and free of helmet hair, keith hesitates a moment before reaching for lance's hand, turning towards the entrance. this should be okay, right? lance has already kissed his cheek, so hand holding should be alright...

just in case, keith glances over, lifting his brows curiously. ]

[the_tailor]

[He takes a few moments to smooth out his own hair. It's not as long, so less worry of helmet hair, but still! After glancing in the bike mirror to make sure everything's good, he turns back and--

Oh.

He melts a little bit, smiling as he tangles their fingers together.]

[marmorite]

[ keith is a little caught off-guard by that more, or maybe it's the way his chest suddenly flutters in response to it that's throwing him off. in any case, he's helpless to stop the small smile on his own lips, echoing lance's. he feels a little more confident as he draws them towards the door, where they're seated almost immediately because of reservations. yes, reservations. ]

Get whatever you want. It's on me.

[the_tailor]

[Reservations. You're gonna make Lance swoon, you fancy boy.

But he just blinks at Keith once they're seated.]

Wha? No! I know you don't make much as a delivery boy. I couldn't make you pay for my meal.

[marmorite]

[ keith is already propping his menu up to cover his face. like a mature adult. ]

You can cover the movie, if you want.

[ because it's definitely gonna cost less, LOOK MAYBE IF YOU HAD MORE MONEY YOU'D NEED TO WORK LESS OKAY.................. ]

[the_tailor]

[So mature.... And do you have reasons for wanting Lance to work less, Keith? Huh?]

Hnnnngh... Fine. But next time, dinner's on me.

[Because he really hopes there will be a next time.]

[marmorite]

[ mmmmmmmaaaaybe... ]

Sounds fair.

[ keith is hoping for it too, tbh. so far, everything's been good. ]

My coworker said the garlic knots here are supposed to be good.

[marmorite]

[ not for the first time, keith is rolling over on his mattress to watch as lance primps and preens in front of the mirror propped up against one of the walls in his room. it's been a couple of months now, and while he still has no bed frame to show for all his hard-earned pizza delivery money, there's more than just boxes littered around his apartment now. case in point: the full length mirror lance is currently sitting in front of, dabbing all sorts of glitter and such onto his cheeks.

the mirror keith had very obviously only gotten because of lance.

he props his head up on a hand, stretching out on his side beneath the blankets. despite appearances, he isn't completely bare under there. somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, he'd found his boxer-briefs and slipped them back on. ]

Why do you spend so much time putting that stuff on?

[ he sounds genuinely curious. ]

You already look good without it.

[the_tailor]

[One date had turned into several, and before Lance had even realized it, he was spending almost as much time at Keith's apartment than he was at his own. It's nothing he can bring himself to complain about, though. The only real complaint was that Keith couldn't have sole rights to his own body.

How he wishes that was the case, but unfortunately, this is the kind of job Lance is stuck in for now.

They haven't put any label on whatever it is between them yet, mostly due to the odd situation. If they decided they were boyfriends, Lance's work would be adultery or whatever, wouldn't it? He doesn't know. He's never been in this sort of situation before, as no one had wanted to date him aside from some needy customers since he started this occupation.

But right now, all that matters is that he has Keith. Wonderful, grumpy, socially awkward Keith, who doesn't judge him and still takes him in his arms after all of this. He's too good for him. Lance knows this.

He's just finishing with his make-up when he hears Keith speak.]

Ehhhh, job requirement? People expect people like me to look a certain way. It's sort of an advertisement in itself. Cute boy on a corner could just be waiting for a friend. Cute boy in makeup like this on a corner? Definitely something else.

[marmorite]

[ it's not exactly a conversation they'd ever had, either. nor does it seem to be one they want. because, yeah, broaching the "what are we" talk would just invite all the other uncertainties about who they are and what they do outside of each other, and while keith himself has remained pretty monogamous since they began this thing... it's not like he'd had any other options before. though, who's to say if any of that will change, the more and more he gets situated in this place.

in any case, they're both pretty content to just let whatever this is simply be. there've been no problems yet, so why rock the boat, right?

keith grunts, which is both an acquiescence and a sign of his continued confusion over the matter. ]

I guess...

[ he flops back onto his back, yawning as he scratches at his chin. ]

When'll you be done?

[ he pauses. is that a question he can ask, or is that broaching the "boyfriend" thing too much? ]

[the_tailor]

[He's fine being asked that. In fact, it kind of makes him feel...a little warm and fuzzy, in a strange way?]

It depends on the amount of people I get and what they ask for, but I want to be back by 3. I mean. If it's okay for me to come back afterwards, if not, I can just head back to my place.

[marmorite]

You can.

[ dmaklsaj keith doesn't even hesitate to make that clear. ]

I work an evening shift tomorrow so I'll probably be up. Just send me a text or call so I can let you in.

[the_tailor]

[He can't help but smile. Makeup done, he walks over to the bed, leaning down to give Keith a lingering kiss.]

Right. I'll come back, shower, and be allllll yours for the rest of the night.

[marmorite]

[ still on his back being a lazybones, keith accepts the keith with the same sort of dragging air. wanting the moment to last just a little bit longer.

he reaches up when lance leans away, dragging his thumb across the other's cheek to smear some of that glitter. making the first mark. ]

And hey... if you decide to bring some food back from that one Thai place, I won't even be mad.

[ hint hint ]

[the_tailor]

[Aw, damnit, Keith. He worked really hard on making sure his makeup was perfect! But he can't complain too much.

Even when Keith wants him to be his personal delivery guy too, pfff.]

Well, if I get a good delivery tip...

[marmorite]

[ wow, he was planning on sharing okay! ]

Yeah? What's some pad siu going for these days?

[the_tailor]

[He reaches out to trace his finger over Keith's lips.]

You'll just have to decide yourself.

[marmorite]

[ his lips reflexively dip into a frown, but in the next second he's giving that finger a soft bite. ]

I hope you won't be too tired, then.

[the_tailor]

I always have energy for you, cutie.

[He leans down, replacing his finger with his lips again.]

I'll be back soon as I can.