Date: October 8, 2011 Characters: Caleb Young, Will Butler Location: Cal's house Status: Private Summary: Caleb has Will over for lunch and puts him to work. Completion: Incomplete
It had been two weeks since their first date, so Will wasn't entirely sure where things stood between him and Caleb. He thought the date had gone well, even if he'd resisted the urge to try to get Caleb to stay for breakfast, and they'd exchanged text messages in the days following. But he wasn't really used to dating anymore, especially not recently, and he hated not knowing what to expect. It had been two weeks, after all, and he thought that was an okay amount of time between dates to still be dates, but what did he know
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"So many options," Caleb said, letting his eyes go dreamy for a second before he stepped back to let Will in. He looked good, damn good. And Caleb suddenly felt like they should've seen more of each other. "People don't call me pretty that often, you know. I don't have one of those faces. You'll spoil me."
He rubbed his chin as he shut the door. "Not even sure how much sweat is required for sanding. I'm not super handy, despite how I've chosen to spend a Saturday. But I'm glad you could come by. You know, I ah, I'm proud of my place, work in progress though it is."
"People are blind, I guess. I think your face is real pretty," Will said, grinning slowly. "Those eyes. Those cheekbones. Those lips." He fluttered his eyelashes and put his hand over his heart. "That ass. Those arms." He winked, unable to keep playing at swooning.
"Sanding, huh? I have no idea. I never got to play the bit of rough in my films, always played the rich boy slumming it with the help." Will snorted. "You got that right, with the rich boy comment. Guess I don't look blue collar, even if I am a Texas trailer rat." He looked around at the house. "You should be proud. It's got great bones, and you can see where you've already done some work. She's going to be a beaut when you're done."
Turning to face Caleb, he smirked. "So, this sanding thing, it's mostly going to consist of you sweating and me ogling your hot bod, right?"
"My face shouldn't be pretty, it's put together weird. But I don't get complaints, so something good must be happening up here." He winked, then leered. "You're the one with the deep blue eyes and long lashes, darlin'. And I don't know about your ass yet, but your arms feel just as good as they look." He reached out and ran a hand down from Will's shoulder to his wrist. He always had fun flirting with Will. He gave as good as he got. If anything they were too similar
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He rubbed his chin as he shut the door. "Not even sure how much sweat is required for sanding. I'm not super handy, despite how I've chosen to spend a Saturday. But I'm glad you could come by. You know, I ah, I'm proud of my place, work in progress though it is."
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"Sanding, huh? I have no idea. I never got to play the bit of rough in my films, always played the rich boy slumming it with the help." Will snorted. "You got that right, with the rich boy comment. Guess I don't look blue collar, even if I am a Texas trailer rat." He looked around at the house. "You should be proud. It's got great bones, and you can see where you've already done some work. She's going to be a beaut when you're done."
Turning to face Caleb, he smirked. "So, this sanding thing, it's mostly going to consist of you sweating and me ogling your hot bod, right?"
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