Dean shrugged at that. Didn't know why he was so punchy right now. Was probably overcompensating and forcing himself to have a good time, because otherwise he'd probably have a panic attack over his own price tag alone.
"Yeah, guess so. Don't know why." He put his food down and headed to the bar. "You know, you probably should get a real fridge in here." He paused. "Do you even have a kitchen?"
He grabbed the two beers he was aiming for and headed back, handing one to Lindsey. "Or is this the ultimate bachelor pad?"
He waved his hand lazily towards the door. "Kitchen's that way. And I have a fridge, there's just nothing in it."
Took the beer with a smile of thanks, head resting back against the couch. "You're right though, I can hardly expect you to call for take-out three times a day."
He hadn't actually considered that. "Yeah, guess so."
In fact, there was alot of stuff he hadn't considered. How was this gonna work?
Sat down facing Lindsey, one knee folded under himself. "So, how is this gonna go? I mean, I don't think it would be right to have you change your whole way of life just for me." He chewed on his lip. "Like where do you want my clothes? And food, I can totally handle my own food. And live out of my duffel, if that's how you want it to be."
He slumped shaking his head and laughing at himself. "God, I'm rambling. Just..." He sighed, kicking himself for revealing his novice experience at this certain situation. "No one's ever wanted me around for a whole month."
He bit his tongue to keep from murmuring that he wanted him longer than a month, having a feeling that if he were freaking over a month, he'd run if he tried something like that right now.
Tugged him closer, thumb stroking over that bitten lip.
"Well, I do. And it doesn't matter where you put your clothes, I have the room if you want to put them up. And it wouldn't kill me to buy a few groceries."
He shrugged, settling into Lindsey's side as he sucked the food into his mouth. "Fine then, I'll take note of that."
He took his fork, checkmarking the air. "No more blowjobs for Lindsey the Lawyer. Check."
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"I didn't say that, now did I?"
Snuck his chopsticks into the food in the boy's hands, dropping a chunk of pork into his mouth.
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He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "The manners of some people."
Snickered and shook his fork at him. "And you're all college-schooled! Should be ashamed."
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"College-schooled? When did college start teaching manners?"
Stole another chunk of pork, tilting his head at him. "You're in an awfully good mood tonight."
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"Yeah, guess so. Don't know why." He put his food down and headed to the bar. "You know, you probably should get a real fridge in here." He paused. "Do you even have a kitchen?"
He grabbed the two beers he was aiming for and headed back, handing one to Lindsey. "Or is this the ultimate bachelor pad?"
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Took the beer with a smile of thanks, head resting back against the couch. "You're right though, I can hardly expect you to call for take-out three times a day."
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In fact, there was alot of stuff he hadn't considered. How was this gonna work?
Sat down facing Lindsey, one knee folded under himself. "So, how is this gonna go? I mean, I don't think it would be right to have you change your whole way of life just for me." He chewed on his lip. "Like where do you want my clothes? And food, I can totally handle my own food. And live out of my duffel, if that's how you want it to be."
He slumped shaking his head and laughing at himself. "God, I'm rambling. Just..." He sighed, kicking himself for revealing his novice experience at this certain situation. "No one's ever wanted me around for a whole month."
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Tugged him closer, thumb stroking over that bitten lip.
"Well, I do. And it doesn't matter where you put your clothes, I have the room if you want to put them up. And it wouldn't kill me to buy a few groceries."
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