Next day at the pitch

[gredisfred]

Fred bribed the gate guard and snuck up into the stands. He had a strange yen for Mexican food and he'd decided to come grab Oliver and spirit him away. After practice, of course. Seeing Oliver on a broom was always a good thing. He counted more than once and came up with only six players. He mastered his expression and took a seat near one of

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[gredisfred]

Fred grinned. "See, you only like the teasing when it's at my expense." Fred kissed him sweetly and signaled for drinks. "I want to be the one draped over something. Though I do LOVE the way you taste." Fred remained sitting close enough to touch him.

[reservekeeper]

"I like what comes after the teasing. Doesn't matter to me who gets teased as long as the end results are the same." He slid his hand over Fred's thigh. "Sides, you were the one who wanted me to put on these knickers. It's your fault, love." He grinned and squeezed his fingers over Fred's knee.

[gredisfred]

Fred lay his head sideways on Oliver's shoulder. "You were the one who mentioned them in the first place, and that was while you had my bits in your hand. Mind I love having your hand there, so that's not a problem. What looks good to you? I'm fairly peckish."

[reservekeeper]

"I want enchiladas," Oliver said, looking over the menu. "Chips and salsa to start off with. This was a fantastic idea." He grinned and kissed Fred's cheek. "I mentioned them in jest. You were the one who told me to put them on, babe."

[gredisfred]

"You knew I would. You've met me, yeah?" Fred leaned up to kiss his jaw. "I want the same thing, and rice, and an entirely girly frozen raspberry margarita - since pink is the color for the evening. I love you. May actually sit up when the poor waiter comes over. I think you embarrassed that little girl." He grinned in a completely unrepentant sort of way.

[reservekeeper]

"She liked it.Wanted to go home with you, actually, but I'm not letting her," he grinned back and nuzzled his face against Fred's. "And guacamole. And sour cream. And I want a frozen margarita with lots of salt."

[gredisfred]

"She did not. She thought we were both appalling, although she did check out your package. Can't fault her there. I should open my collar more, just in case she comes back. So she can see you've already picked your toy for the night." Fred grinned and kissed Oliver's neck. "Were are they? Think they're waiting for me to sit up?" He sighed dramatically and did just that. Taking both menus, folding them closed and setting them conspicuously on the far corner of the table. "Subtle enough?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver grinned. "My package is yours. Wrapped up in pink silk, even. I hope I don't stretch it out too much." He raised his hand at one of the waiters, motioning him over. "There, how's that. Even more subtle." He winked at Fred and then turned to order for them both. Once the waiter left to get the drinks, he leaned back in his chair, shifting slightly and making a face as the gstring shifted. "How do you think birds wear these all the time?"

[gredisfred]

"Well, most of them seem terribly concerned with hygeine. You know... hair cair, nails, shaving..." he grinned, "flossing." He waited the appropriate beat before continuing. "You never did say how you managed to end up with those. Was she pretty? Tell me. I want details since I know your mine now." Fred smiled again, running his hand up Oliver's thigh, then back down.

[reservekeeper]

"Flossing should have nothing to do wiht one's arse." Oliver grinned and let his hand fall over Fred's, squeezing his fingers. "How'd you know I didn't go out and buy them myself?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I could have stockings too. And corsets. And maybe even garters. You never know, right?"

[gredisfred]

Fred raised his eyebrows. "As if I wouldn't have sussed something like that out before now and insisted on a show. Mind we'd not have left the flat for hours, possibly days, after that. It would have a sore trial," he sighed dramatically, "but one I'd have been willing to suffer through. Not telling then?" he asked, turning his hand over to twine his fingers with Oliver's.

"Thanks mate," he said to the waiter, taking a chip and plunging it into the salsa the moment it was set down. "mmmm, was wasting away here, y'know."

[reservekeeper]

"Yeah? Why don't we go shopping then. I need a corset. And stockings. I'll model for you." He grinned and pulled his drink toward him, licking the salt from the rim. "She was pretty, yeah. I don't know her name, and... to be honest I'm not sure I fucked her. She stuck them in my pocket one night after a match. But I think Reese ended up doing her instead. I was pretty wasted. Can't remember."

He took a few chips as well and hummed as he popped on into his mouth. "This was a damn good idea."

[gredisfred]

Fred lifted his glass to toast Oliver. "To a girl with taste... at least originally. I'd have picked your pocket too. And no talking about that type of shopping. I plan to stay here long enough to get too full to move."

Fred moved both their hands up just a bit higher on Oliver's thigh. "Of course it was," he said, snagging a chipo, "I have fabulous ideas."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver lifted his glass as well, taking a sip. "Mmmm, nice. What's yours taste like?" he asked, leaning in to kiss Fred. He tasted of raspberries and alcohol and sugar. "Mmmm, I like yours too." He grabbed another chip and scooped up a pile of salsa. "Why no talking of that kind of shopping. I didn't mean tonight. You know i'd wear anything for you, yeah?"

[gredisfred]

"You keep taunting me about seeing you in a skirt. Still, I'm rather fond of the memory of your face when I showed up in one. I really need to put that in a penseive." Fred kissed Oliver again, licking the taste of spice and salt from his mouth. "Mmmm tastes better on your tongue, imagine that."

[reservekeeper]

"I still can't get that image out of my head. You nearly killed me. I had no idea that was that much of a turn on for me." He grinned. "You taste better. Thank anything." He dipped a chip in the salsa and held it up to Fred's lips. "Open up."