Coffee Shop [C]

Chapter six

Chris guided Angelo through the garden. Angelo smiled at the odd colored flowers. He trailed his fingertips over the soft petals. Chris gently plucked a white rose, placing it in Angelo's hair. He blushed, looking at the ground.

"Why me?" Angelo whispered. Chris frowned in confusion cupping Angelo's cheek. He trailed his hand down to the man's neck, rubbing small circles against his tattooed skin. "Ch-Chris." Angelo stuttered, holding back a moan.

"To be honest I find your look intriguing. You look like a complete badass yet you're the softest man I know. You're beautiful." Chris chuckled. "I don't care about materialistic things, Angelo. I've just been lucky in life. All I truly want is someone to be with me. Someone who doesn't care about the things I have," Chris sighed.

"Chris, s-stop th-that." Angelo whimpered, placing a hand on Chris's wrist. "I-I can't th-think straight." Chris smirked at him, shaking his head. He leaned down, gently connecting their lips. Angelo hesitantly kissed back moving closer to Chris.

"Be my boyfriend?" Chris asked, his breath hot against Angelo's lips. Angelo slowly nodded a smile gracing his lips. "Thank fuck." Chris chuckled. He gripped Angelo's hips, pulling him against himself.

"Okay Mr. Fancy Pants, I have to get home." Angelo chuckled. Chris pouted down at Angelo. "You can... You can come over. If you want." Angelo muttered, biting his lip.

"Only if you're okay with it." Chris said, smirking down at him.

"I-I am. J-J-Just behave." Angelo stuttered, his face even redder. Chris quietly laughed, nuzzling Angelo's neck. Angelo whined, closing his eyes. "You're gonna... Stop that n-now."

"Okay okay. Let's go. I'm not sure how to get to your apartment from here." Chris chuckled, kissing Angelo's cheek. Angelo bit his lip, looking around.

"That way." Angelo stated dragging Chris around.

Angelo opened his apartment door, allowing Chris to enter. He quickly closed the door, locking the door. Chris frowned at the several deadbolts. Angelo turned around, blushing at Chris's gaze.

"I... People get robbed here." Angelo muttered. He hurried into his small kitchen, putting on his tea kettle.

"Who gave you flowers?" Chris asked, fingering the half-way dead roses.

"I'm not sure. They usually show every couple weeks." Angelo shrugged. Chris frowned, walking behind Angelo. "I never know who sends them." He turned to face Chris, smiling up at him. Chris gently plucked the white rose from Angelo's hair.

"You're my white rose. Beautiful and graceful. You'll never be dark like the red rose, and you're easily soiled. Yet it's worth it to take care of it." Angelo blushed, looking at the ground. "I have a feeling there's more than just the roses, and whatever it is bothers you."

"It's nothing. I promise." Angelo forced a smile.

"When you're ready tell me. Just don't wait till it's too late."

"Okay." Angelo whispered. He jumped when the kettle started to whistle. Angelo quickly grabbed two mugs from his cabinet, putting tea packets in them, and pouring in the hot water. "Are you hungry?" Angelo asked.

"Mmm. Not for food." Chris whispered, placing his lips on the back of Angelo's neck. Angelo let out a small squeak, slamming the kettle down in surprise. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah." Angelo stuttered. Chris nodded, gently rubbing circles on the back of Angelo's thigh. The shorter man gasped, his leg moving forward in reaction. Chris gently pushed Angelo against the counter.