Davet anxiously waited for the other male to arrive, a perpetual smile adorning his face. He didn't know the protocol for what was about to happen. Did Iosif plan to make a move? Did he want to share a drink? Did he just want some company? Either way, Davet continued to wait until he heard the sound of Iosif's rover outside his house. He didn't know what he expected, he didn't know what he wanted. His stomach was still busy making pleats and ruffles as his heart pounded like a steam hammer and his mind ran free like a jackalope.
Nonetheless, he sat calmly on his couch, anxiously waiting for the knock to come from the door. Hours seemed to go by; only a few minutes had passed in reality, but after the very short eternity, the loud thumping knock came from the front door. Davet leapt up from his seat and dashed to the door... Before slowly realising what he was doing and forcing himself to slow down, gently gripping the brass handle and twisting it, pulling the door open.
"Evenin', hope I didn't disturb you or anythin'." Iosif's calm, deep voice lulled out as his eyes met Davet's silver-green eyes.
"Of course not, I was just about to start making dinner." Davet smiled, twirling a tress of hair around his index finger.
"Oh, really? If you want, you can eat at my place, I made chilli con carne!" The tall man smiled widely, revealing his array of large pearly teeth, seeming very happy that he had accomplished a complex home-cooked meal. In his defence, before his wife had abandoned them; he was hopeless at making even simple meals.
"That sounds wonderful! I'd be honoured to sample your cooking." The corners of Davet's mouth curled up slightly- he loved a man who could cook, but at the same time he was quite disturbed that he has already started to evaluate this handsome giant as a romantic companion.
"Well, if you wanted you could stay the night too. I mean, it is Friday, and I have a spare room." Iosif chuckled lowly, a light rose tinted blush rising to his cheeks as his right hand gently worked the knots out of his left shoulder.
"O-Oh... Really?... I would love to..." Davet said quietly before quickly sprinting up the stairs, shoving a change of clothes and some pyjamas into a bag faster than he ever had before, before running (well, falling to be more accurate) down the stairs, collapsing into Iosif's chest in order to stabilise himself, the strong tree trunk-like arms wrapping around the brunette.
"You alright? Try and not trip."
Eventually, after a quiet, sombre drive to Iosif's home, the two made their way into the house. The Russian gentleman immediately turned on the stove to start heating up the chilli con carne as he sent Davet upstairs to get changed. In many ways, Davet was shocked at how presentable Iosif's home was. Compared to his own house, Iosif's home was pleasant and inviting, with an air of love coupled with a cozy warmth that instantly eased the tension Davet felt while getting changed in the spare bedroom. Even the spare room has an indescribable aura of compassion and care, with the slightest scent of musky cologne that must've been left by Iosif; a scent that made Davet feel secure against every odd.
Pulling on his comfortable pyjamas that consisted of a grey shirt (which he would've happily discarded if he were at his own house) and some tartan pyjama pants. He make his way downstairs, making sure to savour every positive emotion that graced his mind as his feet dragged along the fluffy carpet of the stairs. The gentle scent of spice and cooked meat wafted through the kitchen door, delighting the male's heightened senses, hearing the sound of the Russian man humming as he prepared the delicious meal.
