[CLOSED] FRYING UP SOME LOVE

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WHO: Max Carson and Lester Papadopoulos
WHERE: De Chima #005
WHEN: June 21st
WHAT: First real date served with a home-cooked meal and a side of power dampener.
WARNINGS: Dorky cheeseballs flirting and possibly making out.


[Max had to take an hour out of his day to work out some excess energy while preparing for this date. He'd been too excited and would rather he burn off the extra instead of accidentally overloading any of the appliances in the kitchen. Where he's supposed to be cooking with Lester in like ten minutes now. He's got the living room set up for a movie, brought every movie he didn't have a digital copy of so that Lester could make his choice.

There's a bounce in his step as he also sets up the music and checks the band on his wrist. Ready to be activated as soon as Lester knocked on the door. Perfect preparation if he did say so himself. Nothing was going wrong tonight.]

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[ This was his first date since becoming mortal, and for the first time in centuries, Lester actually feels nervous. It's weird. Grocery shopping wasn't hard. Finding the ingredients Max wanted, and buying some extra desserts, was a piece of cake. (Pun totally intended.)

Yet thinking about something low-key, and about a relationship that might actually last a while because of their similar status... that was overwhelming. Lester draws in a breath as he knocks on the door, and waits for Max before he beams, holding up shopping bags filled to the brim. ]

Hey. [ Casual, cool. Like he hadn't practiced this conversation in his head at least twice beforehand. ] Just like I promised.

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[Max smiles at him and holds up his hand to show him the dampener on his wrist that he immediately turns on.]

And now we get to have fun. I'll show you how to make a mean summer fettuccine.

[He holds out his hand to take one of the bags from him, but really plans to use it to pull Lester closer so he can kiss him right there on the doorstep.]

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[ He's not even sure what a summer fettuccine is, and he's spent a good chunk of his life in Italy - yet, he doesn't think twice about setting the bags down, grabbing Max's hand, and pulling himself closer to steal a kiss.

It's awfully cute, how Max thinks that the music is a deterrent. Apollo would've given them that kind of cheesy music regardless. He can feel it in his bones as he stands on his tip-toes, resting his hand along the nape of Max's neck -

Food? What food? That's not important right now. ]

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[Max leans down so that Lester doesn't have to stretch too far and enjoys that kiss as much as he can. He chuckles breathlessly into Lester's mouth as his hands slide up his back and to his shoulders. He pulls back only far enough to nip at Lester's bottom lip.]

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[ There's a breathless laugh, one Lester fights back as he grips onto Max a little tighter. (Dinner can wait, or at least it can wait for a few more minutes.)

Yet he suspects the neighbors aren't keen on seeing this affection, so he gently nudges Max inside, towards the kitchen, stepping backwards and inwardly hoping to dear Gods that he doesn't fall back onto furniture or whatever his scaly roommate's decided to decorate the place with. ]

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[Max walks backwards easily, very used to the house and where most things are. He keeps up the kissing because he's home alone and doesn't have to worry about anyone in the house protesting. Not that he would care if someone did, but Lester might, so he wanted to be careful. As careful as he could be when he's this busy kissing said boyfriend.

His hands are kneading and smoothing in turn, as they get into the kitchen and Max then takes the chance to spin them around so he can press Lester right into the refrigerator.]

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[ As he feels that cold, hard metal against his back, Lester peers up at Max with awe. It's been a while since anyone's caught him this off-guard, let alone been the dominant one - and without thinking, he gently slides one of his hands down, right underneath Max's shirt, aiming to rest it right above his boyfriend's hips.

He's not aiming for anything too intense - not yet - but gods, the blood's already rushing to his face. ]