Shaun was nervous. Becca had spent the week talking about this Desmond guy, saying how sexy he was and how it was so unfair that the guy was gay, all this other bullshit he did not care about. But after hearing about the man the entire week, Shaun was becoming worried about he would measure up to Desmond. While Shaun wasn't a bad looking guy, he felt like he was being set up with someone way out of his league. Fuck, even Becca had said that! And despite his 'I don't care attitude', Shaun did care. Shit, maybe Becca was overrating over this guy's looks. She did that a lot.
Groaning, he crossed his arms and looked at his watch. Desmond was 10 minutes late. Maybe he wouldn't show up. Shit, he got stood up! Of course he did, why would the model worthy guy want to go on a date with a history major-
“Are you Shaun?”
Somehow he managed to not jump in surprise and keep cool as he turned around.
“I am.”And then he had to fight down the blush that he could feel rising. Oh man. “Are you Desmond?” Fuck.
“Yeah,” Desmond smiled at him, and fuck it was a nice smile... “Nice to meet you.”
-
To say that Desmond was gorgeous was an understatement. How Shaun was managing to act so cool and calm, he didn't know, but he was and Desmond seemed oblivious to the other man's inner turmoil. Walking next to him, made Shaun feel a little better, and that was due to the fact that was taller then Desmond, not by much, but that small detail made him feel a little better, as stupid as it sounded. Of course, that was the only thing to feel good about, Desmond looked like he worked out on a daily basis, while the most exercise Shaun got was walking around his college campus. Desmond was tanned and ethnic, and that made him exotic. And Shaun? Well he was pale and.. British?
“So Lucy's friends with your room mate?”
He needed to stop leering at Desmond, but it was hard not to stare at those full, pouty lips, and that scar, fuck scars should not be sexy-
“Yeah, but I also had a class with Lucy, 'History of the Middle East' I believe.”
Desmond nodded as they walked into the restaurant. Shaun hadn't been on a date for so long, he wasn't sure what type of restaurant would be a good choice for a first date, and in the end, he caved in and asked Becca for help. He was surprised to find that she didn't make fun of him or anything of the sort, but instead was quite helpful. So he picked a nice place that wasn't too fancy, but was definitely better than a regular restaurant. Desmond didn't seem to mind once they arrived, in fact, he looked pretty excited, so Shaun took that as a sign that this was okay.
“Are you done with school?” Desmond asked after the waiter had left.
Blind Date [4/?]
Groaning, he crossed his arms and looked at his watch. Desmond was 10 minutes late. Maybe he wouldn't show up. Shit, he got stood up! Of course he did, why would the model worthy guy want to go on a date with a history major-
“Are you Shaun?”
Somehow he managed to not jump in surprise and keep cool as he turned around.
“I am.”And then he had to fight down the blush that he could feel rising. Oh man. “Are you Desmond?” Fuck.
“Yeah,” Desmond smiled at him, and fuck it was a nice smile... “Nice to meet you.”
-
To say that Desmond was gorgeous was an understatement. How Shaun was managing to act so cool and calm, he didn't know, but he was and Desmond seemed oblivious to the other man's inner turmoil. Walking next to him, made Shaun feel a little better, and that was due to the fact that was taller then Desmond, not by much, but that small detail made him feel a little better, as stupid as it sounded. Of course, that was the only thing to feel good about, Desmond looked like he worked out on a daily basis, while the most exercise Shaun got was walking around his college campus. Desmond was tanned and ethnic, and that made him exotic. And Shaun? Well he was pale and.. British?
“So Lucy's friends with your room mate?”
He needed to stop leering at Desmond, but it was hard not to stare at those full, pouty lips, and that scar, fuck scars should not be sexy-
“Yeah, but I also had a class with Lucy, 'History of the Middle East' I believe.”
Desmond nodded as they walked into the restaurant. Shaun hadn't been on a date for so long, he wasn't sure what type of restaurant would be a good choice for a first date, and in the end, he caved in and asked Becca for help. He was surprised to find that she didn't make fun of him or anything of the sort, but instead was quite helpful. So he picked a nice place that wasn't too fancy, but was definitely better than a regular restaurant. Desmond didn't seem to mind once they arrived, in fact, he looked pretty excited, so Shaun took that as a sign that this was okay.
“Are you done with school?” Desmond asked after the waiter had left.
“Working on my masters now. You?”