The Lovecats - McLennon

Chapter 12

8th October 1862

They left John's room, the room they actually were sharing now. As they were walking down the stairs beside eachother their fingers brushed, and sent electricity which hit their bodies.

John opened the door for the ebony haired boy like a gentleman which he was. The boy walked out of the house while John held the door opened for him and then closed it after them both.

They walked on the dirty pathway, didn't utter a word, just enjoyed the peaceful silence and city of Liverpool.

They walked to the centre of the city which was a little bit far away from John's house but eventually, they made it there.

John spotted the teahouse that he has known very well and took Paul's wrist while he guided him inside.

John opened the door for him and they both walked inside. They could see all the beautiful ornaments on the walls, laced curtains and alot wooden furniture. So many paintings and pictures which Paul was scanning were hung on the wall. John was staring at the boy, at his wide eyes as which were looking everyhere around the teahouse. There were actually no people which surprised him. The teahouse was small and so comfy looking. There were shelves with cups and teapots which all were in interesting patterns. While they were walking they found a spot with pillows and low, short table on the ground. Paul has never been here before and he was so amazed by the teahouse. As they walked furter they spotted a man dressed in a black tailcoat, black trousers and high top hat. He stood behind the counter and instantly smiled at the two lads who were appreciating the place.

Paul turned to him and spoke up. „Excuse me Sir, this place is so beautiful, you are so lucky to own something so nice-looking." He said, smiled sweetly at the man. John felt slightly jealous when Paul was smiling at somebody else like that, but he tried to ignore it, turned his back to them and was looking around, pretended like he didn't care about what Paul had just said.

The man answered. „Oh thank you lad, glad that you like this place, it's just as nice looking as you." He blinked at Paul and giggled flirtatiously which made John's blood boil and he instantly turned so he could face them and made an eye contact with the man.

Paul coughed. „Alright John, let's find some place where to sit okay?" He patted John's stiff shoulder. Paul then moved his hand down to John's and instantly entwined John's fingers with his. The auburn-haired boy's stomach got instantly filled up with butterflies. They didn't care that they were in public so Paul pulled John's hand because he wanted to find a olace for them where to sit. They were walking furtner to the tea house and stopped when they noticed that there was another room, luckily far from the one that the male was in. Paul let go of John's hand so they could sit up down at the pillows. Paul rested his legs in his favourite sitting position which was his legs crossed over eachother.

John sat up too, was facing Paul and in the same sitting position just like Paul. He was watching Paul who looked so handsome as usual. There was a candle lit on the table and it made the atmosphere even more soothing.

„How do you like it here?" John spoke up and locked his eyes with Paul.

The ebony-haired man answered with a grin. „Oh god, It's so beautiful in here. I love it so much. I didn't know that you have known about such a beautiful place." His eyes were shining.

John who had trouble to speak after he had heard the other man talk answered. „I am glad that you like it here."

„It looks like a dream." The raven haired boy had to continue with his admiration.

„What tea would you like Paulie" John looked at the younger guy and gave him a small smile.

Paul returned the smile back. „What if we share one teapot and two small cups? Or maybe just one cup?" Paul flirted and snickered, looked down because he felt embarrased to look into John's eyes.

John's heart started to beat so fast. He had never felt this content in so long like he did now. He was looking at the hair that was on top of Paul's forhead. „Oh of course. What tea would you like?" He asked, didn't take eyes of the raven haired boy even tho the other was looking down.

Paul's romantic desires could be finally be fulfilled. The idea of sharing his favourite tea with somebody, was his long wish. „Oh I really love matcha green tea. Would you like to have that one?" He answered John's question and looked back at John's eyes.

John couldn't believe that Paul would ask for his favourite tea. They had so much in common. „Paul, it's my favourite one."

Paul leaned closer to John and they were staring into eachother's eyes. Then suddenly Paul smiled because he could see John in his full definition and the man was just so damn beautiful and smelled so fine.

The auburn haired boy found what Paul was doing so adorable.

They were sharing this moment until the waiter came. It was the man from behind the counter, he asked. „Alright so did ya'll pick something that you would like to drink?" The waiter grinned at Paul who instantly looked away. He looked slightly uncomfortable and John's blood started to boil again.