Missing 13 BoyXBoy

Chapter 17

The next morning, me a Dorian started getting ready for work together. I took a shower, while Dorian made me breakfast. After I got dressed, he hopped in the shower while I started eating, and by the time I was mostly done, he was back out, drinking from his "smoothie cup" which consisted of a non-see through cup with a non-see through straw that was also seal proof so it never spilled. He usually takes a sip or two and then puts it away, probably to drink at a different time when I'm not around. I never really thought about it, but I guess he feels uncomfortable indulging in his food around me. He has to drink it to survive, so I don't really mind at all, but he has been hiding it from me for years, so the habit is probably hard to kill.

We talked about random things while I was still eating, mostly about the stories we were reading, and which just kept moving from one topic to another. We laughed at each other and fought over who would do the dishes. I told him I would, and he would argue me about him wanting to take care of them. I laughed that most people fought about not having to do them, but not us.

He ended up winning, saying something about his house his rules, which I could have argued him for, but I decided to let him have it for now. As I put on my jacket, I heard the crumble of paper. I pulled out the poster and looked over it. I almost forgot that was today, and completely forgot about the losing my coffee yesterday.

As I looked down at it, I wondered if I should go or not. It was a chance to make more friends, but at the same time, I barely know them, and Dorian would be working and I wouldn't want to go alone. I honestly didn't know what to do. I could ask Sam to go with me, if he was free. Or I could try going by myself, but I would feel really awkward. I could get they're by walking, since it was in the art district, but I just wasn't sure what to do. I stared down at the page for a good minute before deciding to just ask.

I walked back to the kitchen as he was wiping his hands off on a hand towel. The dishes were set out to dry, and I made a note to put them away when I got home. He hadn't seemed to noticed me in the room yet, and I just stood in the doorway for a bit watching him. He stretched his muscle, his arms extending above his head as his back arched. A small noise, like a groan escaped his lips as he reached as high as he could. His physique was almost perfect, as if he had escaped from an art master piece. As he relaxed, a small smile formed on his lips as he turned to look at me.

"Like what you see?" he smirked as his spoke, his lips curving knowingly at me. I blushed a bit and held out the poster, deciding to ignore the question. He did a small chuckle before moving forward to see what I was handing him.

"I got offered to go, for free. I ran into a member of the band by accident, and they offered to get me a coffee since mine feel on the floor. I was thinking it could be fun." I fumbled with my shirt hem, noticing the small string that was hanging off the side. I was hoping he would let me go, but I honestly didn't know. Usually, I don't get out of the house without him. I was never here long enough to meet new people. Since I was only here for a day or so anyway, it was fine to just spend time with him, but I do miss getting out of the house with friends, though I didn't have many at home.

"I don't know how I feel about you going to a concert by yourself. Especially right now. There have been issues with attacks in town, and I don't want you to get hurt." He voice was low, but not necessarily saying no. I could hear the concern in his voice, and I understood why he felt like that.

"Please? I won't go alone, I was thinking Sam could go with me after work. I would ask you to go, but I know you are busy, and I don't want to distract you from work. I'm old enough that I think I can handle myself, and its just down the street from work, so I won't be going far." I begged, looking into his eyes. If he says no, I'll respect it, but I don't want to just give up. His apprehension reflected in his eyes, but I could see him debating the choices.