What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

I warned you.

They arrived at what seemed to be a very fancy and elegant restaurant. Emory rolled his eyes, "Another place thats fancy as shit?" He thought, waiting for Red to step out first. "I swear, if another shitty worker comes up to us with some fake ass accent, I'm gonna fuckin' pound 'em." Emory's thoughts were broken into by Red getting out of the car and waiting for Emory. Emory sighed, mentally preparing himself for the restaurant. As they walked inside, Emory glanced around. Practically everything was made out of pure white marble, with some hints of gold here and there. The floor was tile, and there were some pillars scattered throughout the room. A man who seemed to be in his mid-twenties walked over to them.
"Hello, my name is Drew, I'll be serving you guys tonight. How many?" Emory scoffed.
"Two. Isn't it obvious?" He grumbled, crossing his arms. Red smacked the back of Emory's head, earning a grunt. Emory rubbed his head, sucking his teeth in order not to retaliate.
"Excuse him, he's not used to this." Red smiled at Drew, it was fake as shit.
"It's all good, sir. Right this way." Drew led them over to a small table in the corner of the room and Emory plopped down in the one farthest from the entrance, and slouched down, leaning his head back. Red paused for a moment, an annoyed expression crossing his face. He did, however, sit down as well.
"Can I start you guys off with some drinks?" Drew asked, pulling out a small notepad and a pen.
"I'll just take an Old Fashioned. 80ml of the whiskey, please." Red responded before turning to Emory.
"Yeah, I'll take that as—" Emory began, before Red held his hand up, cutting him off.
"He'll take a water." Emory rolled his eyes, pissed off. The waiter nodded and walked over to the table next to them.
"You do realize you're 18, and not getting an alcoholic beverage, correct?" Red asked, tilted his head to the side.
"Yeah? And how old are you?"
"22. I'm an adult who can order alcohol," Emory scoffed, going to say something else before Red continued speaking.
"If you want a non-alcoholic drink, then tell the waiter. If not, shut your mouth." Emory looked up and sighed.
"Whatever."

Once they both had their food, Emory was trying to avoid engaging in any type of conversation.
"Emory, give me your phone for a second." Emory paused.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" He snapped back, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and frustration.
"Then read your grades off."
"No,"
"Emory."
"No fucking way!"
"Language."
"I'm not reading you my grades, that's none of your fucking business, you dick!" Red didn't respond right away, but Emory could see the anger burning in his eyes. Red had been trying to restrain himself, but Emory had just crossed the line. Red suddenly stood up, and pulled Emory up after him. He dragged Emory to the front desk, holding his arm with a tight grasp.
"We'll be leaving, I have some business to take care of." Red said with gritted teeth, his tone harsh.
"Oh, have a good day, sir."

Red continued to drag Emory until they reached the car, to which Red slammed Emory up against it, grabbing him by the front of his shirt glaring down at him.
"I warned you, Emory. I fucking warned you. Now you wanna see what happens?" Emory didn't respond, he just gulped, his breath hitching in his throat. Suddenly, Red's hand came down against Emory's face, Red had just slapped him. Emory dropped his head down, his cheek stinging as a red mark imprinted his face.

Red glared down at Emory for a moment before grabbing his jaw roughly and forcing him to look up.
"I expect an apology. A real one." Emory was trembling now, but he replied in a shaky voice.
"I- I'm sorry for a-acting up and cursing at you and- and for calling you a dick!" Red sighed and let go of Emory's jaw, as well as loosening his grip on the shirt.
"It's okay. You're fine." Red cupped Emory's cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. Emory was still trembling slightly, but not as much as before. He didn't say anything else, his gaze downwards.
"Emory, my love, I'm sorry for hitting you. Breathe, you're safe." Red's voice was soft, but Emory's face flushed when Red spoke. "Did he just say 'my love'? Is he flirting? What?" Emory thought, turning his head away. Red grinned.
"Oh? I didn't take you as the type to get flustered easily. Hm."
"I- I'm not flustered, just surprised...?" Emory tried to make an excuse, but there was no hiding that we was a little turned on. I mean, a hot guy using pet names? Wow.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry that this chapter is a little short.

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