“Well,” Desmond leaned on his arms resting on the table, head tilting down to look at the menu on the table, shit he looked so cute like that- “I'm a little behind. I ran away from home when I was... sixteen? So I had to fend for myself and that just made everything hard. I got my GED , and started going to community college, to figure out what to do, right? Well, I took a photography class for fun, and ended up really liking it, so... I'm working on doing that now.”
“Photographer, huh? You don't seem like an art student at all... you look like a jock or a frat boy.” The moment he said it, Shaun wished he could take it back. He was trying to woo Desmond, not insult him-
Desmond laughed at the comment, and shook his head. Instead of acknowledging what Shaun had said, Desmond continued with his story.
“I guess you could say that. I dunno, after I ran away, I started to hang out with really bad people. I mean, my home life was shit too, and I don't regret running away, but still. Lost track of what was really important for a while...” he paused looking away. “What I wanted was a physical reminder of what I had, so I started to take pictures and put them up around my apartment. I want to remember where I can from, what made me into the person I am today, right? It's my own history, and while it isn't important to anyone else, it's important to me.” Desmond paused, as if he realized that he was speaking with Shaun. He seemed embarrassed. “Sorry for ranting, I know, it's a little weird-”
“No, not at all.” Shaun could feel his smirk becoming a smile. “I actually understand exactly how you feel.”
-
The last time Desmond went on an actual date with someone he saw as a potential boyfriend, hell, that had to be about a year ago, and that relationship went to shit fast. But here he was on a date in a nice place, with a great, smart guy who, while he made some back handed comments to some of the things Desmond said, found him to be charming in his own way. Besides, Desmond didn't want a push over, he wanted someone who didn't take anyone's crap, and did include his own.
Also, he was British. God, he could listen to Shaun talk all day... and he wore glasses. Lucy didn't now about his thing for guys with glasses, and fuck, she had no idea what she had done. Throughout dinner, Desmond had decided that he liked Shaun, and he would love to go out with him again, maybe try to pursue a relationship later on... but, he couldn't deny the fact that Shaun was hot, and Desmond was not know for holding back.
“-so I ended up dropping the class. The bloody bastard... worst professor ever.” Shaun sighed and leaned back n the chair. “Bastard didn't know how to teach anyway.”
Desmond grinned and laughed.
“I know the feeling, man. My design teacher was a bitch.”
“Crazy college professors thinking they're better than us, because of a piece of paper....” The smirk/smile he gave was enough to make him light headed.
He really liked Shaun.
-
After the restaurant, they went out for a walk. Both agreed that nothing good was playing at the movie theater, and neither were much into clubbing and dancing. They decided that the night was nice and cool, and a walk around the park sounded pretty good.
Both men were surprised on how much in common they actually had, despite their different personalities. Desmond was more of a laid back person who wanted to relax, Shaun worked hard and was serious about everything he did. But despite that, they had quite a bit in common, more than their belief that history was important, or their dislike for college professors... and they got along.
Shaun would be lying if he said he had not been expecting to have sex tonight, but now he didn't want that, at least not tonight anyway. If he was planning on taking Desmond out on another date, sleeping with him on their first date wouldn't be sending a good signal at all.
After walking around the park twice, they sat down on a bench. Desmond sat right next to Shaun and leaned on him a little, grabbing his hand and intertwined their fingers together. Shaun turned his head towards Desmond and rested his head on top of the other man's head, and took a deep breath. Desmond smelled nice.
Re: Blind Date [5/?]
“Photographer, huh? You don't seem like an art student at all... you look like a jock or a frat boy.” The moment he said it, Shaun wished he could take it back. He was trying to woo Desmond, not insult him-
Desmond laughed at the comment, and shook his head. Instead of acknowledging what Shaun had said, Desmond continued with his story.
“I guess you could say that. I dunno, after I ran away, I started to hang out with really bad people. I mean, my home life was shit too, and I don't regret running away, but still. Lost track of what was really important for a while...” he paused looking away. “What I wanted was a physical reminder of what I had, so I started to take pictures and put them up around my apartment. I want to remember where I can from, what made me into the person I am today, right? It's my own history, and while it isn't important to anyone else, it's important to me.” Desmond paused, as if he realized that he was speaking with Shaun. He seemed embarrassed. “Sorry for ranting, I know, it's a little weird-”
“No, not at all.” Shaun could feel his smirk becoming a smile. “I actually understand exactly how you feel.”
-
The last time Desmond went on an actual date with someone he saw as a potential boyfriend, hell, that had to be about a year ago, and that relationship went to shit fast. But here he was on a date in a nice place, with a great, smart guy who, while he made some back handed comments to some of the things Desmond said, found him to be charming in his own way. Besides, Desmond didn't want a push over, he wanted someone who didn't take anyone's crap, and did include his own.
Also, he was British. God, he could listen to Shaun talk all day... and he wore glasses. Lucy didn't now about his thing for guys with glasses, and fuck, she had no idea what she had done. Throughout dinner, Desmond had decided that he liked Shaun, and he would love to go out with him again, maybe try to pursue a relationship later on... but, he couldn't deny the fact that Shaun was hot, and Desmond was not know for holding back.
“-so I ended up dropping the class. The bloody bastard... worst professor ever.” Shaun sighed and leaned back n the chair. “Bastard didn't know how to teach anyway.”
Desmond grinned and laughed.
“I know the feeling, man. My design teacher was a bitch.”
“Crazy college professors thinking they're better than us, because of a piece of paper....” The smirk/smile he gave was enough to make him light headed.
He really liked Shaun.
-
After the restaurant, they went out for a walk. Both agreed that nothing good was playing at the movie theater, and neither were much into clubbing and dancing. They decided that the night was nice and cool, and a walk around the park sounded pretty good.
Both men were surprised on how much in common they actually had, despite their different personalities. Desmond was more of a laid back person who wanted to relax, Shaun worked hard and was serious about everything he did. But despite that, they had quite a bit in common, more than their belief that history was important, or their dislike for college professors... and they got along.
Shaun would be lying if he said he had not been expecting to have sex tonight, but now he didn't want that, at least not tonight anyway. If he was planning on taking Desmond out on another date, sleeping with him on their first date wouldn't be sending a good signal at all.
After walking around the park twice, they sat down on a bench. Desmond sat right next to Shaun and leaned on him a little, grabbing his hand and intertwined their fingers together. Shaun turned his head towards Desmond and rested his head on top of the other man's head, and took a deep breath. Desmond smelled nice.