Equity Part Fifty Eight
Aug. 18th, 2010 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesAdam looked good enough to eat, but Stephen decided that would have to wait until after dinner. He was rather hungry now that they were seated. He opened the menu with one hand, unwilling to relinquish his hold on Adam, whose was tucked nicely against his side. His right hand rested on Stephen's thigh for a moment, but he lifted it to grip the menu before taking it with both hands.
"What are you hungry for?" Adam asked, scanning the menu.
Stephen left off the obvious reply and said, "Go back a page." Adam turned it back and Stephen perused the appetizer selection, deciding on Ahi sushi (which caused Adam to wrinkle his nose) and seared sea scallops.
"Is it all seafood? I thought this was a steakhouse."
Stephen pressed a kiss against Adam's temple. "They don't have steak appetizers, silly. Are you telling me you don't like seafood?"
Adam tipped his face up and nibbled at the edge of Stephen's mouth. "I like salmon. Sushi, not so much. I don't think I've had scallops."
"You'll just have to broaden your mind."
Adam straightened and moved slightly away as a waiter approached, looking just as magazine-ready as the hostess, except male. He gave no sign that their proximity bothered him, instead smiling at them brightly. "Welcome to Mo's. Can I get you something to drink?"
Stephen ordered a glass of red wine and Adam ordered a beer, which he upgraded to an exotic imported ale after a friendly argument between Stephen and the waiter. "Don't I have a say?" Adam groused with a pout.
"No. My boyfriend will not drink plebeian domestic beer," Stephen declared and was gratified when the words colored Adam's cheeks and softened his gaze.
"You're pretty demanding now that you have a title," Adam said.
"You have no idea," Stephen promised.
Adam's blush deepened and the waiter coughed delicately. "I am looking at the menu now," Adam announced and stared at the words while Stephen chuckled. His giddy feeling had not diminished in the slightest and actually seemed to be growing with Adam's proximity.
Adam decided on the New York Strip steak with a baked potato and Stephen chose Filet Mignon with mashed potatoes infused with truffle oil.
The waiter disappeared and returned with salads. Adam picked at his, obviously not being much of a vegetable eater.
"When is your next gig?" Stephen asked.
Adam maneuvered a red onion off to the side of his plate. "Oh, um... Friday. Will you come?"
"Before or after the gig?" Stephen asked suggestively.
Adam snorted and elbowed him in the ribs, then replied, "Both" and laughed.
"Yeah," Stephen said seriously. "Of course I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it. After all, someone has to stop your crazed fangirls from throwing their panties onstage."
Adam smiled brilliantly. "They do that sometimes."
Stephen tamped down a flare of jealousy, knowing he would have to get over that if--when--Adam became more popular. It would only get worse, he knew.
"Understandable. I nearly threw mine."
Adam did choke that time, having been chewing on a bite of salad. He coughed for a minute and took a gulp of his beer before glaring at Stephen. "You realize I am picturing you in red silk panties now?"
Stephen flushed, and even though he had never considered such a thing before it didn't seem half as alarming as it should have. "Would you like that?" he asked in a murmur.
Adam's hand shook when he set the beer glass on the table. "Fuck me, if I wasn't starving I would suggest we leave now and stop at a department store on the way home. I mean... your place."
Stephen concurred. He even liked the sound of Adam saying "home" and wondered how long it would take before the idea became a reality.
Slow down, idiot, he reprimanded himself. You'll probably tire of him in a month and wish you'd never met him.
But gazing at Adam's profile as he lifted a slice of pear with his fingers and placed it into his mouth, it seemed impossible. Stephen reached up and tipped Adam's face toward him when he swallowed and then kissed him, licking the taste of pear and tart vinaigrette from his mouth.
Impossible.
"What are you hungry for?" Adam asked, scanning the menu.
Stephen left off the obvious reply and said, "Go back a page." Adam turned it back and Stephen perused the appetizer selection, deciding on Ahi sushi (which caused Adam to wrinkle his nose) and seared sea scallops.
"Is it all seafood? I thought this was a steakhouse."
Stephen pressed a kiss against Adam's temple. "They don't have steak appetizers, silly. Are you telling me you don't like seafood?"
Adam tipped his face up and nibbled at the edge of Stephen's mouth. "I like salmon. Sushi, not so much. I don't think I've had scallops."
"You'll just have to broaden your mind."
Adam straightened and moved slightly away as a waiter approached, looking just as magazine-ready as the hostess, except male. He gave no sign that their proximity bothered him, instead smiling at them brightly. "Welcome to Mo's. Can I get you something to drink?"
Stephen ordered a glass of red wine and Adam ordered a beer, which he upgraded to an exotic imported ale after a friendly argument between Stephen and the waiter. "Don't I have a say?" Adam groused with a pout.
"No. My boyfriend will not drink plebeian domestic beer," Stephen declared and was gratified when the words colored Adam's cheeks and softened his gaze.
"You're pretty demanding now that you have a title," Adam said.
"You have no idea," Stephen promised.
Adam's blush deepened and the waiter coughed delicately. "I am looking at the menu now," Adam announced and stared at the words while Stephen chuckled. His giddy feeling had not diminished in the slightest and actually seemed to be growing with Adam's proximity.
Adam decided on the New York Strip steak with a baked potato and Stephen chose Filet Mignon with mashed potatoes infused with truffle oil.
The waiter disappeared and returned with salads. Adam picked at his, obviously not being much of a vegetable eater.
"When is your next gig?" Stephen asked.
Adam maneuvered a red onion off to the side of his plate. "Oh, um... Friday. Will you come?"
"Before or after the gig?" Stephen asked suggestively.
Adam snorted and elbowed him in the ribs, then replied, "Both" and laughed.
"Yeah," Stephen said seriously. "Of course I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it. After all, someone has to stop your crazed fangirls from throwing their panties onstage."
Adam smiled brilliantly. "They do that sometimes."
Stephen tamped down a flare of jealousy, knowing he would have to get over that if--when--Adam became more popular. It would only get worse, he knew.
"Understandable. I nearly threw mine."
Adam did choke that time, having been chewing on a bite of salad. He coughed for a minute and took a gulp of his beer before glaring at Stephen. "You realize I am picturing you in red silk panties now?"
Stephen flushed, and even though he had never considered such a thing before it didn't seem half as alarming as it should have. "Would you like that?" he asked in a murmur.
Adam's hand shook when he set the beer glass on the table. "Fuck me, if I wasn't starving I would suggest we leave now and stop at a department store on the way home. I mean... your place."
Stephen concurred. He even liked the sound of Adam saying "home" and wondered how long it would take before the idea became a reality.
Slow down, idiot, he reprimanded himself. You'll probably tire of him in a month and wish you'd never met him.
But gazing at Adam's profile as he lifted a slice of pear with his fingers and placed it into his mouth, it seemed impossible. Stephen reached up and tipped Adam's face toward him when he swallowed and then kissed him, licking the taste of pear and tart vinaigrette from his mouth.
Impossible.