[ Jim puts his best nonchalant expression on before leaning in to give Hunter a kiss. It's a gentle little thing, more affectionate than racy, but not any less significant in its meaning. Jim's happy Hunter came, if not a little embarrassed it had to be in such a flashy way. ]
You look even better than you did in the pictures. [ Murmuring into Hunter's mouth, Jim smiles before pulling back. ] Bastard.
[ But with his grip tightening a smidgen more, Jim starts to tug Hunter along towards the door to the limousine. ]
Yah... but I didn't bring any... [The word 'handcuffs' was cut off when Jim kisses him. Everything else in the world disappears for that kiss. Hunter's grasp on Jim's hip tightens a little as he returns the kiss with a gentle affection. And he has to laugh again when Jim calls him a 'Bastard' again]
[Hunter lets himself get tugged towards the limousine. The limo driver holds the door open for both of them, so neither have to fight over that privilege. There is a bottle of chilled champagne waiting for them inside.]
You look amazing. How can your co-workers stand it?
I just wear a plain shirt and tie, Hunter. It doesn't take much to replicate that.
[ Sitting by the other man as opposed to across him, Jim reaches out for the champagne but doesn't move to open it. It's chilled in his hands, just like the real fancy stuff, and he can't help out the awed little sound that escapes him as his thumb brushes over the label.
His expression softens, lips curling. ] Congratulations on selling, by the way. I'm really... really proud of you.
How could I forget you? You are the one who encouraged me to enter that art adjudication that helped me get recognized.
[Hunter caressed his hands up and down the champagne bottle. A little teasing for Jim. But also, so he could tap the bottom, so that when the cork was popped... very little was spilled at the same time. He poured them both a glass.]
[ Holding the glass up, Jim clinks it daintily against Hunter's. He's got a goofy little grin on his face, but that's mostly because the whole thing is much fancier than he's used to. ]
You deserve more. I'll keep telling you that 'till you believe me. [ And with his smile widening just that much more, Jim takes a good gulp of champagne and presses his fist to his mouth after to stifle a bubbling laugh. ]
[Hunter sips from his own champagne glass, smiling when Jim stifles a bubbling laugh. It doesn't take long for the limousine to bring them to their destination. Instead of selecting a fancy restaurant, where Hunter knew that Jim would feel uncomfortable... they are now parked just outside of one of the best burger places in town.]
I think I got some idea. [ Setting the glass aside, Jim's hand comes to rest on Hunter's knee to squeeze it. ] And for what it's worth, you make me just as happy.
[ The door is opened for them by the chaffeur, and Jim expects to see some extravagant restaurant as he steps out and takes Hunter along by the hand. The sight of a familiar, friendly burger joint, however, has him unable to resist another laugh.
Well, I have heard that the double bacon cheeseburgers are worth all the fuss. [Hunter winks at Jim. He squeezes Jim's hand affectionately. Then walked with him into the restaurant, where they would find a table waiting for them. Of course, there is a pair of yellow roses, on Jim's plate.]
[ It's so... surreal. The blend of extravagant and Jim's comfort zone is almost clumsy, but he finds it so endearing the concept of a fancy table setting even for something as simple as burgers just makes his heart soften.
Damn it; Jim sits down and picks the roses up, taking a good whiff before looking at Hunter as if to say really? ]
[Hunter sits down in his own seat. He has to smile at Jim taking the time to 'smell the roses'. And he laughs at that look. It is so Jim.]
Those are out of my garden. [Hunter has a unique connection with roses and their symbolic meanings. The large rose bush tattoo on his left arm seems to be the 'base' of the other thorn-themed tattoos that cover his body.]
Of course they are. [ Jim puts one of the roses over his ear. With the thorns carefully snipped off, he knows there's no trouble at all. ] When you said you wanted to spoil me, I really didn't think you'd go all this way.
[ He laughs, setting the other rose down by his plate, expression momentarily sheepish. ] ... thank you.
[Hunter had to laugh softly, at how Jim put one of the roses over his ear. He loved how goofy the other man could be. |Just being with Jim made the rest of the world melt away for a moment.]
Oh... trust me... this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Which means I'm the Titanic that sinks because of it. Gotcha.
[ He glances up through his lashes to offer a teasing smile, but as opposed to any particularly romantic line, Jim says, ] What was that about double cheeseburgers, by the way?
Oh? You would like to be sunk deep, like the Titanic? [Hunter kept his voice low. Rumbly. So it had a greater effect on the other man.]
[He pushed forward one of the menus. The restaurant was famous for having an extensive burger menu. Anything that Jim might imagine on his burger, they would have it. Especially since they accepted custom orders.]
Double bacon cheeseburgers. I'm ordering mine with chili.
Oh. Uh... [ Jim shifts ever so slightly in his seat, looking the menu over, but with a light clearing of his throat it's clear his thoughts are drifting a little. ] Yeah, I could go for that, too.
No chilli, though. [ He pauses for a beat. ] More like extra cheese.
[That blush is why Hunter enjoys teasing Jim every now and then. He reaches over to take Jim's in his own, caressing the top of Jim's fingers with his thumb gently.]
Lots of table room underneath... [He is really teasing right now. And his foot is stroking one of Jim's feet.] I could find out for myself.
No, that's... [ With his face getting as warm as it is, Jim ends up covering it with his free hand, trying to suppress his embarrassed laughter. ] Hunter, c'mon--
[ Not to say he isn't interested, but when it comes to things like this Jim is hardly the smoothest guy. ]
Should I put my flirting on hold for a bit? [Hunter can be a little bit over the top. But sometimes he overcompensates for other insecurities by being bold and flirtatious. But if anyone can handle him in that mood, it is Jim.]
[ Because really, Jim doesn't mind, and it shows as he locks his fingers with Hunter's as their hands remain connected. But he also knows very well that the shyer he gets the more hopeless he becomes in conversations, and that's no-one's fault but his own. ]
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[ Jim puts his best nonchalant expression on before leaning in to give Hunter a kiss. It's a gentle little thing, more affectionate than racy, but not any less significant in its meaning. Jim's happy Hunter came, if not a little embarrassed it had to be in such a flashy way. ]
You look even better than you did in the pictures. [ Murmuring into Hunter's mouth, Jim smiles before pulling back. ] Bastard.
[ But with his grip tightening a smidgen more, Jim starts to tug Hunter along towards the door to the limousine. ]
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[Hunter lets himself get tugged towards the limousine. The limo driver holds the door open for both of them, so neither have to fight over that privilege. There is a bottle of chilled champagne waiting for them inside.]
You look amazing. How can your co-workers stand it?
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[ Sitting by the other man as opposed to across him, Jim reaches out for the champagne but doesn't move to open it. It's chilled in his hands, just like the real fancy stuff, and he can't help out the awed little sound that escapes him as his thumb brushes over the label.
His expression softens, lips curling. ] Congratulations on selling, by the way. I'm really... really proud of you.
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[He watches as Jim holds the champagne bottle in his hand. It is not the really expensive stuff. But it wasn't cheap either.]
Thank you. [Hunter blushes] My name is starting to become more well-known in the art world. It is a little... surprising.
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[ He considers popping the bottle, but decides that ought to go to Hunter. So he passes the drink to him with another kiss to Hunter's lips. ]
Don't forget me when you're famous.
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[Hunter caressed his hands up and down the champagne bottle. A little teasing for Jim. But also, so he could tap the bottom, so that when the cork was popped... very little was spilled at the same time. He poured them both a glass.]
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You deserve more. I'll keep telling you that 'till you believe me. [ And with his smile widening just that much more, Jim takes a good gulp of champagne and presses his fist to his mouth after to stifle a bubbling laugh. ]
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You make me so happy. You know that. Right?
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[ The door is opened for them by the chaffeur, and Jim expects to see some extravagant restaurant as he steps out and takes Hunter along by the hand. The sight of a familiar, friendly burger joint, however, has him unable to resist another laugh.
Hunter never fails to surprise him. ]
Oh man, seriously?
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[ It's so... surreal. The blend of extravagant and Jim's comfort zone is almost clumsy, but he finds it so endearing the concept of a fancy table setting even for something as simple as burgers just makes his heart soften.
Damn it; Jim sits down and picks the roses up, taking a good whiff before looking at Hunter as if to say really? ]
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Those are out of my garden. [Hunter has a unique connection with roses and their symbolic meanings. The large rose bush tattoo on his left arm seems to be the 'base' of the other thorn-themed tattoos that cover his body.]
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[ He laughs, setting the other rose down by his plate, expression momentarily sheepish. ] ... thank you.
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Oh... trust me... this is just the tip of the iceberg.
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[ He glances up through his lashes to offer a teasing smile, but as opposed to any particularly romantic line, Jim says, ] What was that about double cheeseburgers, by the way?
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[He pushed forward one of the menus. The restaurant was famous for having an extensive burger menu. Anything that Jim might imagine on his burger, they would have it. Especially since they accepted custom orders.]
Double bacon cheeseburgers. I'm ordering mine with chili.
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No chilli, though. [ He pauses for a beat. ] More like extra cheese.
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And milkshakes?
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[He smiles again. A little wickedly, once the waitress leaves.] I had thought about vanilla. Would get pretty close to the taste of a 'blowjob'.
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Never one for speaking so bluntly, he touches his fist to his lip to hide the mildly bashful quality of his smile. ]
I'm... pretty sure they don't taste that similar.
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Lots of table room underneath... [He is really teasing right now. And his foot is stroking one of Jim's feet.] I could find out for myself.
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[ Not to say he isn't interested, but when it comes to things like this Jim is hardly the smoothest guy. ]
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[ Because really, Jim doesn't mind, and it shows as he locks his fingers with Hunter's as their hands remain connected. But he also knows very well that the shyer he gets the more hopeless he becomes in conversations, and that's no-one's fault but his own. ]
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