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.

Comments

[marmorite]

Ha ha.

[ grumble grumble don't get him all worked up in a theater!! watch your previews hmph. ]

[the_tailor]

[Why noooooot. Lance loves movie trailers but he also loves making Keith flustered, okay. Definitely an A++ activity. 10/10, would do repeatedly, will do repeatedly.

He does quiet down at least, not wanting to be rude to the other people in the theater, but eventually holds Keith's hand again. Sorry for the literal butterfingers, buddy.]

[marmorite]

[ rip gloves, they're definitely gonna need to be washed now...

but that's alright. keith's starting to really like holding lance's hand.




oh okay, he's totally lost. guess who didn't realize this is a sequel. he leans in to whisper, ]

Wait. What's going on... Who's what?

[the_tailor]

Uhhhh... Honestly, I have no idea.

[Welp. Maybe they should have done some research.....]

[marmorite]

[ o o p s... ]






...The effects are nice, at least?

OH NO I THOUGHT I TAGGED

[the_tailor]

They are! So, uh...let's just pretend we know what's happening.

[He gives his hand a squeeze.]

honestly how dare you

[marmorite]

Right...

[ well. the company's nice at least. he'll just take another handful of popcorn and chow down.

he hopes lance is still having a good time, despite. ]

:((((((((

[the_tailor]

[He is. It doesn't really matter what they're seeing, honestly, it just matters that he's seeing it with Keith.

Awwwwww. Look how gay he already is for you, buddy.

He absently plays about with Keith's hand through the movie, greasy fingers and all, unable to help himself.]

(nottalking)

[marmorite]

[ gaaaaaaaaaaaaay...

or bi, rather. keith's the gay one here. so gay. so gay he can't help the goofy smile on his face when lance plays with his hand like that. butterfingers aside, he's fond. it's enough to easily drag his attention away from the screen, glancing down at their hands with a soft, amused chuckle. ]

What're you doing?

my heart..........

[the_tailor]

[He gives a little shrug when Keith questions him. Just because, okay?]

Your hand is nice, even with the edgy gloves...

:*

[marmorite]

[ he huffs, half-amused, half-defensive. ]

They're not edgy — they're practical.

[ ya ok keef ]

[the_tailor]

How are they practical.

[At least they let him touch Keith's fingertips, granted..]

[marmorite]

When I'm gripping the handlebars??

[ he rides a motorcycle, remember.... ]

[the_tailor]

Whateeeeeever....

[Just going to go back to playing with his fingers, then.]

[marmorite]

[ they were having such a nice moment too... aklsjalkda

keith grunts, curling his hand around lance's instead to stop his fidgeting. this laces their fingers, and he brings their hands up so their elbows rest along the armrest between them. but this brings the back of lance's hand up towards his cheek and... man, he can really smell the butter on the guy's fingers. also, how is his skin so soft?? is that the butter... it's got to be...

absently, he presses a kiss to the back of that hand.



and only realizes a second after what he's done. er. ]

[the_tailor]

[O-oh.

Keith, you smooth animal. Lance is beaming at the kiss to the back of his hand.]

You charmer, you...

[marmorite]

[ tbh keith doesn't know what to make of that reaction. it was just a hand kiss??? and a pretty stupid one at that, considering he literally just did it on a whim... ]

What? Shut up.

[ yeah, he's so smooth. flustered and disgruntled about it, keith tears his eyes away and tries to focus on the movie again.

but he keeps holding lance's hand because. yanno. ]

[the_tailor]

[How is Keith this cute. It should be illegal for a guy to be this cute unconsciously. It's just. Unfair.

Through the movie, he continues to hold Keith's hand, having decided that he really likes doing so. By the time the credits are rolling, he really doesn't want to let go.]

Sooooo....

[marmorite]

[ keith absently watches as the other moviegoers begin to rise, stretching out the kinks in their backs and chatting amongst themselves. once they start to file out, he turns back to lance, expression fairly neutral. ]

Still didn't really get what the movie was about, but it was still cool, I guess.

[ okay he knows that's not exactly what lance had spoken up about, but. but uh. ]

What now?

[the_tailor]

Special effects were great, sooooo, 'least for that?

[And yeah. He gives Keith's hand a squeeze.]

I don't want the night to be over just yet.

[HINT HINT.]

[marmorite]

[ well. they had really only planned for dinner and a movie... and, yeah, sure, keith's mind definitely trailed to other nightly activities they could be getting up to but.

he kind of wonders if maybe lance isn't... you know. tired of that. chefs probably don't want to spend their days off cooking, right?

still, he feels like lance keeps pulling him in deeper with that look in his eyes. HE'S SO CONFUSED. ]

What do you want to do?

[ might as well be direct about it, then. ]

[the_tailor]

[On one hand, yeah, on the other, if given a counter of amazing rare ingredients..... One could always do it for the hobby rather than the job.

Damnit, tho, Keith. It's pretty obvious.]

Isn't this supposed to be where you ask if I want to come up to your apartment for coffee or a glass of wine or something?

[marmorite]

[ a slow blink. ]

But I don't have any of that.

[ still, he thinks he might be clueing into what lance is trying to tell him... he thinks... maybe...

he'll give lance's hand a squeeze then, just before he rises. ]

Wanna come up anyway?

[the_tailor]

[Keeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiith....

But thankfully, he seems to start getting it, and Lance nods eagerly as he stands up as well.]

Yep. I'd love to.

[marmorite]

[ phew... that could've been awkward if he'd misread. keith isn't as outwardly excited as lance is, but his lips do quirk up in a little smile. inside, his heart starts to hammer in anticipation, which may or may not be the reason for the almost hasty pace he takes in leading them out of the theater and back down the block to where they'd parked.

the drive back to his own apartment is a little longer, living a bit farther than lance does, but he goes as fast as the law allows him (and sometimes... over...). he's parking the bike again before he knows it, keys jingling in his hands as he leads them back up the familiar steps to his apartment. ]