BBS One-Shots

Time's a Tickin'

Evan tappen his foot on the ground impatiently, waiting for Jonathan to come outside. He was taking awhile to actually get out the front door to their house, and Evan was seriously considering going back inside to forcefully drag his boyfriend out the door. They were going to be late to their dinner reservation if Jonathan didn't hurry up, and Evan didn't want to have to wait because their reservation got cancelled for them not showing up in time.

Evan sighed and held up his wrist, glancing at the sleek, silver watch, showing him the time of 6:42. The reservation was at 7:00, and it was about a 10 to 15 minute drive, considering traffic and lights.

Evan adjusted his light coat, playing with the cuffs to his shirt as he consciously tried to stop his foot from moving. His head snapped up when he heard the front door open, then close and lock. Jonathan walked down the little front path and came into view.

Evan was about to say something when Jonathan stumbled over his own feet and tripped. Evan, being on the opposite side of the car than Jonathan, couldn't do anything to stop Jonathan's fall. He ran over to the man, who was sitting on his knees with his hands on the ground to stop his upper body from hitting the driveway.

"Are you alright?" Evan asked, gently grabbed one of Jonathan's hands and tugging on it, pulling him up.

Jonathan nodded sheepishly. "I'm okay." His hands were a little bloody from hitting the pavement and being dragged a little, and Evan sighed.

"Jonathan, you should go wash your hands," the Asian man said. "Maybe put a band-aid on this bigger cut." He wiped off some of the gravel on Jonathan's hand, making sure to stay away from the little gashes, so as not to get anything into them.

"I don't want to ruin your night, Ev," Jonathan said, taking a step towards the car. "We can't be late. I'll wash my hands there."

Evan put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder to stop him. "Jonathan, despite what you may think, you're more important to me than food, and I don't want your hand to get infected. Now go. We can be late."

Jonathan smiled. "Thanks, Evan," he chirped, turning around and rushing back up the short path to the house.

Evan checked his watch. 6:44. He sighed and rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face. If Jonathan stayed around, he'd never get anywhere on time, but Evan could learn to live with that.