The Master [MxMxM+]

14

"So this is your idea of a date, a basketball court?" The Master asked. He still had dress pants on and an impeccably white shirt tucked into them. Somehow he looked a little less formal, but ever so serious. The man clearly knew how to look good.

The only thing that looked most casual was the way he'd left a few buttons open at the front, as if taunting him to peek at his chest. Riley peeked, several times, even when the Master noticed and caught him staring. He was only a man, he couldn't help it.

In actual sense, Riley had actually thought hard about this date, he couldn't bring himself to understand why, being the type of guy that couldn't be bothered to give two fucks about dates, seeing as he'd never taken anyone on one, and never agreed to go on one either. The idea had always made him uncomfortable, partly because he's never cared about anyone enough for it to matter. But here he had no other choice. It still did not explain why he was trying to make it worthwhile.

He'd searched his head for what to do until a thought finally struck him. The only place that would bring him comfort, where he could focus on getting it over with without nerves threatening to destroy him all-together.

"I have no idea how to do this," he admitted as his hands gently rubbed the back of his neck and Riley tried to find something more to say.

He always had a remark, a word, anything at the tip of his tongue just waiting to get out. Right now, what came naturally to him, seemed beyond him. It would be really embarrassing with the Master looking so expectantly at him. "Could have fooled me yesterday," he said. "That cocky mouth."

Riley refused to let his mind wander to the gutters. "Aren't dates like, supposed to be meaningful or some shit?" He asked instead. And then he realized it made him sound corny.

It was the exact reason why he suspected dates freaked him out. To his understanding, the effort meant you wanted to get to know someone better, you cared about them. He didn't really care about many people, the Master included, so this was weird and out of his comfort zone.

"This is meaningful?" The Master asked with a small frown forming on his face.

  Riley got close to the Master and did the one thing at the moment he knew would give him a sense of normalcy. "I wanna kiss you," he started. "Can I?"

     With a nod, the Master replied. "Yeah." He leaned closer to Riley, who put his mouth on his own. It was not meant to go on for too long, so Riley drew back before it got deeper, however good it felt, however much he wanted to continue.

  "You look nice," he said to the man standing before him, whose smirk seemed like it was becoming more permanent by the minute. But despite it all, he still gave nothing away, no emotion on his face. Only an expression that looked like amusement. "Over here."

     The footsteps let Riley know that the man followed him. The sound, for a moment the only thing that could be heard in the empty space. The floorboards shone to the most they could. Who even used this place that it was always kept in such perfect shape?

     It was a beautiful indoor court and one side of it, right under a basketball hoop, Riley had placed several soft pillows around a little and very short table full of snacks for the Master and himself. This was the part he didn't struggle with. All he did was grab a bunch of snacks he'd found in the kitchen and brought them along.

     Riley sat cross-legged on one end of the table and waited for the Master to do the same on the other. He mimicked his actions while putting his phone down on one end of the table.

     His eyes caught Riley's and never looked away.  Again with this! Thought Riley. How could he so easily make him uncomfortable?

     Sometimes Riley thought he could really consider giving up one of his favorite shoes, just to know what was running through his mind. And it was worse when he looked at him like that. He studied him for the time his eyes would allow him to look before they looked away all on their own.