Chase Atlantic One Shots

Keep it Hush-Hush Pt. 2

Words: 1041

Written: May 16, 2022

Summary: As per request, here's part two😮‍💨
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   Christian pushes himself away from his neighbor, "What was that?"

   Mitchel looks at the man before him. His eyes are big and his face is flushed. "It was a kiss."

   "I- I know that..." Christian struggles to speak.

   Mitchel's heart sinks into his chest. Christian didn't like it...

   "I'm sorry I didn't mean to.. it was just... I just..." Mitchel fumbles with his fingers.

   Christian chuckles and leans forward, getting closer to Mitchel. He places a soft kiss on the boy's cheek. Mitchel grows red as he feels the other boy's smile through the kiss.

   "I liked it." Christian pushes a braid out of Mitchel's face and tucks it behind his ear.

   Mitchel's pocket beings to vibrate and buzz. He leans away from the boy in front of him and digs through his deep pocket. His phone reads "Spam Caller".

"I've... I've got to take this" Mitchel fumbles to get up.

The tall boy takes a step outside of the apartment and closes the door. He takes a deep sigh as he silences his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. Mitchel adjusts his shirt, smoothing out all of the wrinkles, before heading back to his own apartment.

-

The knife slides against the cutting board as Mitchel chops up some scallions. A chunky little green piece rolls off the counter and onto the floor.

"Well shit.." Mitchel says as he kicks the food piece under the cabinet. Out of sight out of mind.

The boy continues chopping up some more vegetables. He cuts up carrots, radishes, spinach, and lettuce into small chunks and places them in a big bowl. He tosses together all of the ingredients before setting the bowl on the kitchen table.

The small table is nicely set with two fake candles in the center. Their dim light flickers with no rhyme or rhythm. Two placemats sit across from each other, both with some brand new plates Mitchel just bought the other day. The plates weren't really new, just new to Mitchel. He had bought the fanciest looking plates he could find at the thrift store.

Mitchel rummages through his cabinets. and pulls out two wine glasses. He sets the two glasses on the table, one on each placemat.

"White or red..." Mitchel mumbles under his breath as he looks in his fridge, "fuck it." Mitchel grabs the red wine from the fridge and pours some into each glass.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Michel tucks his hair behind his ear. He rolls his shoulders back and tightens his poorly tied tie before taking a deep breath. The boy makes his way towards the door. He twists the metal knob and swings the door open.

"Hello, mate!" Christian says as he stands in the hallway.

The blonde boy has some nice slack on with a baby blue button up. His neck is bare with no tie, but his belt buckle shines a bright gold. A small golden chain hangs across his pants, framing his ass.

"Come on in." Mitchel gestures inside.

As Christian walks into the small apartment, Mitchel can't help but look at his ass. Christian's pants hug tightly around his cheeks and upper thighs. The light bounces off of the sharp curves of his ass and legs. Mitchel's mouth waters a little the more he stares.

"So..." Christian says as he sees the effort put into the table's presentation, "I thought I'd never see you again when you bolted out of my apartment that one day."

Mitchel chuckles as he makes his way towards the table. He pulls out a chair and gestures for Christian to sit down. "Yeah, I didn't really know what else to say or do. It got a little awkward." Mitchel pushes Christian's chair in.

"Yeah, I get that. I'm so happy you texted me though." Christian takes a sip of the wine. "So what's for dinner?"

The oven dings and Mitchel runs over to the kitchen. He grabs an oven mitt and pushes the oven door down.

"A roasted garlic salmon." Mitchel says as he brings a large dish out of the oven.

"Oh..." Christian's voice starts to trail off.

"Is there something wrong?" Mitchel throws the mitt off his hand and leans against the counter looking at the disappointed face of his date.

"It.. it's nothing." Christian starts to fidget with his fingers.

"No what's wrong, bub" Mitchel's leg begins to bounce.

"I'm vegetarian is all. No biggie. It's alright." Christian stares at his lap.

"Oh my god I am-"

"No, no it's okay. The salad looks great though, I'll just eat some of that."

"Are you sure?" Mitchel glances at the fish laying in the dish beside him, the fish that took hours of preparing.

"Yeah... It's okay don't worry." Christian gives a weak smile.

Mitchel takes a deep breath in. His leg stops shaking as he takes a step back from the counter.

"No. I have an idea" Mitchel's grin fills his face.

-

"I'll have a number two with a medium drink." Mitchel says to the teenage worker in front if him.

"And I'll have a number five, with the veggie meat, and a large crisp."

The worker nods his head and takes Mitchel's card. The card slides through the register before being handed back to the tall boy. The worker hands Mitchel a small plastic table piece that reads '76' and hands him a paper cup.

"Let's find a seat shall we?" Mitchel guides his date into the m room in front of them.

The two find a booth near the back of the lobby and sit down. Mitchel places the plastic sign at the edge of the table.

"Sorry this isn't the date you were probably hoping for." Mitchel chuckles as he props his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands.

"No, it's okay. I couldn't have asked for better." Christian extends his hands forward on the table.

Mitchel reaches across the table and grabs the other boy's hands. His stomach churns inside of him as his cheeks turn red.

"I'm glad I'm here with you." Mitchel squeezes Christian's hands. The two stare into each others eyes as the world spins around them.