Five days of the club being open and it was a success. On the Friday of the first week, Perth and Saint both requested off- they had a date.
Perth was so fucking nervous.
What if Saint doesn't like it?
Perth nervously knocked on Saint's apartment door and jumped back when Saint's friend, Modem, opened it.
"Well, well," Modem said, eyeing Perth. "Don't you clean up good?"
"Don't eye-fuck my date!" Came a voice from inside and Perth found himself smiling.
"Can I come in, Modem?" Perth asked.
"Sure, bud. Take a seat so I can lay down some rules."
"Really," Perth started as he walked in. "There's no point. What's the usual rules? No fucking on the first date. Well, we've already fucked a billion times, so it's no big deal. Don't hurt him. Well, we hurt each other by fucking other people and I think we've solved that. Be home by said curfew. Saint will probably stay at my house tonight. Anything else?"
Modem eyed him carefully before smiling. "I like you."
"So do I."
Perth whipped around to see a smiling Saint. Perth breathed through his nose, shocked at the sight.
Saint was wearing a tight black dress that had quarter-length sleeves and showed off his tan legs. He added gold gladiator sandals and a Rose crown in his feathery hair.
"Wow," Perth breathed.
"I did good, didn't I?" Modem said with a smirk as Perth licked his lips.
"You're wearing a dress," Perth breathed, scratching his wrist.
"Yeah, um, I didn't have any idea what you have planned..."
"I mean, it's a little dressy, but it'll be you and I."
"Wait. You aren't taking him to a restaurant?" Modem asked with her eyebrows raised.
Fuck. Am I supposed to do that?
"Um... We'll still be eating. I just... Um..." Perth was panicking. Shit.
"Perth, I'm sure what you've got planned is better than a silly restaurant," Saint said softly, stepping forward as shooting Modem a glare.
"I'm sorry, Saint" Perth mumbled, standing up and darting towards the door.
I'm gonna be sick, Perth thought as he rushed down the hall.
"Perth! Perth, please, stop!" Saint begged.
"I'm sorry," Perth choked out, whipping around to face Saint. "I'm so sorry, Son, but dating isn't my thing. I thought a restaurant was too common," Perth rambled.
Saint sighed, stepping up to Perth and reaching up to cup Perth's face, feeling the younger's shape features.
"Perth... It means so much that you're even doing this. Please, Perth, take me where you had planned and let's have a good time."
Perth reached down, pressing his hands against Saint's curvy hips.
"You really do rock that dress better than any girl."
Saint blushed, smiling. "Thank you, Perth."
"Shall we go?"
Saint nodded, going back for his purse and returning to find Perth with his eyes closed.
"Perth? Are you okay?"
Perth gulped.
No.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go."
