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. ]
[Hunter remembers being shy, especially during the first year after his appearance had been changed. He doesn't want to make Jim feel hopeless. Hunter has been there. And really, Jim has helped Hunter accept himself.]
Sorry love. I'm stressing a little. [He squeezes Jim's hand slightly.] It is great that people are now wanting to buy artwork from me.
But... they also want to meet the artist behind the works. I was asked to do an art gala. And I don't know if I can.
Huh. [ The shift in atmosphere is almost painfully obvious, but Jim doesn't comment on it beyond carefully (comfortingly) stroking Hunter's palm with his thumb. ] Why not?
If you're worried you won't charm them, I gotta say there's really no need to be.
Hey, you don't even have to ask. [ It's Jim's turn to kick Hunter under the table, but the pressure is barely there--more a gentle tap than anything. He smiles, warm and genuine. ] I'd love to be your trophy wife. I'll even wear a suit.
Aren't you already doing that? [ Jim loves when Hunter laughs--feels like it fuels him, if anything, and he reaches out with the unused second rose to tuck it into Hunter's breast pocket.
[ And he doesn't. Jim only lets go of Hunter's hand to make way for their food, immediately taking a good gulp of milkshake. It's sweet and thick and fantastic, needless to say. ]
I'm happy to be your arm candy, too. [ Jim holds his burger with one hand, then lifts it up in something like a toast. ] Comes with more privileges than you can count.
I do like privileges. [Hunter waggled his brow line. It can be a slightly amusing move, since he doesn't have any eyebrow hair, just the tattooed Arabic words that make up the brows.]
[Hunter digs into his burger, closing his eyes at the first taste of the excellent burger. It is great food and great company like this that makes the difference.]
So I was thinking... in my efforts to continue spoiling you today. After a hard day at work, what would you think about getting to use my hot tub?
[[ooc: up to you if Jim has been at Hunter's apartment already or not]]
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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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Sorry love. I'm stressing a little. [He squeezes Jim's hand slightly.] It is great that people are now wanting to buy artwork from me.
But... they also want to meet the artist behind the works. I was asked to do an art gala. And I don't know if I can.
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If you're worried you won't charm them, I gotta say there's really no need to be.
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But all that attention on me?
Maybe it would be okay... if you were there with me.
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Well, my darling wife, I did promise to spoil you rotten.
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Now they match. ]
Much better.
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I'm glad to hear that I can spoil you on burgers and milkshakes. [The waitress comes with their orders at this point]
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[ And he doesn't. Jim only lets go of Hunter's hand to make way for their food, immediately taking a good gulp of milkshake. It's sweet and thick and fantastic, needless to say. ]
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I just consider myself so fortunate to have such a wonderful 'Trophy Wife'.
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[Hunter digs into his burger, closing his eyes at the first taste of the excellent burger. It is great food and great company like this that makes the difference.]
So I was thinking... in my efforts to continue spoiling you today. After a hard day at work, what would you think about getting to use my hot tub?
[[ooc: up to you if Jim has been at Hunter's apartment already or not]]