*waves to everyone who is still around*
It's great to still see people prompting and writing :) We may have lost a few people on the way but we also had some new intake. Thanks for keeping this place alive!
Let's hope that conference season and the next election will help to pick up the pace a bit.
The ususal stuff:
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David, being the kind boss that he was, didn't want to cut Rohan off whilst he was on such an enthusiastic roll about increasing accessibility on websites, so he'd invited Rohan up to his flat and offered to cook him dinner. Apparently Rohan's wife was off with some of her friends, because Rohan said yes immediately and followed David upstairs, not pausing in his excited rant for a second.
"I'll have to make a mock-up one for you, David. Then you can fiddle with it. I've also been working on the idea of an app that helps keep people aware of what you're doing. Get word out that you actually do deserve all those holidays and everything," Rohan smirked and winked at David. They had finished eating, during the meal Rohan had complimented David's cooking more than a dozen times, and were on the sofa in the living room.
David grinned. He really liked Rohan, and he was starting to see why people had fought over where he would be placed once the Tories were in government. He was definitely an asset one wanted by their side. He was adorably enthusiastic about the things he loved and quick and eager to learn new things as well. "Watch it," David teased, "I'm your boss, you know."
"Yes, da- I mean- sir!" Rohan responded cheekily.
Frowning for a second, David tried to figure out what Rohan nearly said instead of sir. At first he assumed it was just 'David' but he realised that the vowel had been wrong and it must have been something else. But whatever it was, David couldn't quite figure it out. Instead, David smiled, "Much better. Good boy."
Upon David's comment, something about Rohan changed. His eyes darkened and David could see Rohan's chest moving quickly with shallow breaths. David was about to ask Rohan if he was okay and if something was wrong when he realised that Rohan was licking his lips and trying his best not to look David up and down.
Oh, David must have hit a nerve. Or a kink.
And then it made sense what Rohan had almost called David- Daddy. A familiar warmth pooled in David's stomach as he found himself responding to that idea. David had never really thought about Rohan in that way before, and he wasn't even sure if Rohan had thought of him either or if it was just a result of the situation they found themselves in. But how had David not noticed how cute Rohan was before, he found himself wondering.
Sitting next to him, in a large jumper with wild hair, David found himself repressing the urge to pull Rohan close and simply hold him as tightly as possible. David also wanted to do some other things, but he thought it was best not to even think about those until Rohan was long gone from his flat and there wasn't a danger of making him uncomfortable.
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