Marcos flipped through the menu, and saw a shrimp feast pasta thing which looked good enough, but he asked Justin without looking up, “What are you getting?” Marcos was somewhat tired from the fight, so his shoulders slouched a little, but someone could just blame it on being relaxed.
Without talking his eyes off of Marcos, “I was thinking scrimp scampi. What about you?” He leaned forward putting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
“Ooo, I love shrimp scampi,” Marcos mirrored Justin’s position, “I was looking at that Alfredo shrimp feast pasta… Do you want to share?” Marcos asked with a small grin. Justin was really cute.
“Sure,” he looked at Marcos’ cute grin that only made him ten times as cute. “I’d love to shar with you.” Justin had a mini fantasy of them sharing food, just when the waitress came up to take their orders.
Marcos took the liberty of ordering for Justin too, “One shrimp scampi and one Alfredo shrimp feast,” He glanced at Justin with a tiny smile, hoping he didn’t mind.
“So,” when the waitress left Justin had no idea of what to talk about. “What did you do today?”
“I- Well, I fell in a pile of glass, you know that,” Marcos laughed as he tried to come up with more ideas, “I made our reservations here,” Another laugh, “And I went down to the bike shop to look for a new bicycle. I saw one that I liked but didn’t have money on me when I was there.” Marcos hadn’t actually gone into the shop today, but when he passed by it he saw a nice looking bicycle. He also saw a tandem bike that he could only have fantasies of sharing it with Justin… He shook the thought out of his head, “What did you do?”
Justin thought for a minute. “I played some games, I went shopping and I came here. Not much I guess.” Justin did do all of those things he just left out the bank part.
“Sounds fun,” Marcos replied as he looked at Justin, “I’m glad we could do this for our anniversary,” Marcos said, but added a second later, “Our -uh- roommate anniversary.”
Justin added a slight forced laugh. “Ya it’s not like we’re dating or anything.” Justin would really like too, he knew Marcos was gay but everyone thought he was straight. His parents, who were from high society, were very homophobic, so he never came out of the closet.
“Yeah,” Marcos forced another laugh, then failed at hiding his sigh. He sipped out of his drink before yawning. He never knew what to talk about when waiting for the food to come, so he chewed on his lip then came up with, “My allergies weren’t so bad today.” Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“What do you mean?” Justin looked over confused. “You didn’t go near any trees.”
“No, but just when I was outside in general,” Marcos responded quickly and wrung his hands. He was so darn awkward… “Have you had any encounters with carrots lately?” He teased Justin about his allergies.
“No, and you know I would have to eat them to do any harm.” Justin sat back in his seat. “And when would I have encountered a carrot? Because yes, I have a stalker carrot.” Justin laughed.
Marcos shook his head, holding in his smile, “Tsk tsk, you can never be too prepared. Carrots are everywhere these day. You never know when one might jump into your mouth.” But then Marcos burst out laughing, a joyous glint in his eyes. This restaurant idea was amazing, even if they weren’t on a date.
“Yes, every carrot wants to get in this mouth.” Justin stuck opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. “You know what else wants to get in my mouth?” Justin put up a smirk and leaned forward, one eyebrow going up.
Marcos’s pulse was skyrocketing. He nearly choked on his water when he heard what Justin said, but tried desperately to keep his cool. He leaned forward as well, “What?”
Without moving a muscle Justin restated what he said. “You know what else wants to get in my mouth?” His smirk got a lot more smirkyer. (Because that’s a real word)
(I absolutely love that word now)
Marcos’s eyes widened a fraction, and Marcos was at a loss. How on earth could he answer that? By now he was sure his face was the deepest red it could get, and his heart was faster than any racehorse. He knew he needed to say something eventually, he’d been staring at Justin’s lips for a half a minute at least, so he spoke, “I- Uh- I— I have some ideas.”
Justin noticed Marcos' face turning a deep red, but decided not to comment. “And what would those ideas be?” Justin looked over his face talking note of little things, yet e couldn’t tell where he was looking, it certainly wasn’t his eyes.
“I- um…” So Marcos had three options. One, he could respond in a way that confessed his love for Justin, two, he could just basically get on top of the table and kiss the guy, or three, he could be cowardice and try to delay it and- “Um- food.”
Marcos nearly face palmed. He finally looked up from Justin’s lip to his eyes, waiting. Marcos promised himself, if Justin said just one more thing about his mouth, Marcos would just kiss him.
“Ah, right you are my buddy. The shrimp here really wants to get in.” Justin laughed and sat back in his seat. “What wants to get into your mouth?”
Marcos leaned back, glancing at Justin’s lips again. I have to stop doing that. He forced himself to look back at Justin’s eyes, “That -uh- Alfredo pasta.” Marcos forced a laugh after his lie. He was so flustered. Gosh… Marcos’s heart was thumping so hard, he would be surprised if Justin could hear it.
“Yes, Alfredo pasta does sound good.” Justin did a slight laugh. I bet I could name a hundred things that wanted to go in his mouth or a least he wanted in his mouth. Justin smiled at his thought. But he wouldn’t like me, for all he knows I’m straight. Justin looked down at Marcos’ mouth causing his own to be slightly agape.
He was about to do it. Marcos was about to climb over that table and kiss him, the risks be d*mned. But the waitress came with their food before he could even move a muscle. He forced himself to lean back against his chair and give the waitress a polite smile until she left. He stabbed at his pasta and ate a mouthful to get his mind off of it, heat still ghosting his face.
When the waitress came he thanked her and took a piece of shrimp and put it in his mouth. “See this shrimp really wanted to get in.” He looked up at Marcos who looked pissed. “What’s wrong?” He told another bite of his food.
“Nothing,” Marcos responded hastily, heat rising to his face again. Was he really that easy to read? He forced a smiled, “I want to try the shrimp.”
Justin picked up a piece of shrimp with his hand and reached across the table to feed it to Marcos. “How is it?”
Marcos chewed, savoring the fact that Justin fed him, before replied, “It’s really good.” I love you. “You want to try some of mine?” Marcos asked instead, offering up a forkful with a smile.
Justin ate the forkful, “wow, that’s good.” Justin offered a forklift in return. Is it normal to enjoy feeding him? Probably not. Justin thought while making facial expressions that went along.