Boys Love Boys and That's Okay

Dinner and a Show (bi x bi)

Enzo and Dallas loved to dance. That's how they met. In middle school the two both tried out for the same musical, both hoping to be back up dancers to the main cast. That's how their friendship blossomed and in high school turned into a sweet romance. Now, out college, the two are high school sweethearts and have been married for six years.

To them, however, it feels like just yesterday that they had clumsily been paired up to do stretches for their big performance in the Spring. "You know what I still can't get over, Enzo?" Dallas asked, wrapping his arms around Enzo's beefy shoulders. 

"Hm?" Enzo hummed, looking up from his computer to give Dallas his full attention.

"The fact you farted the first time we met," Dallas cackled.

"Oh my god," Enzo snapped, pushing Dallas away from him with a roll of his eyes. "You're such a dork. How long have we known each other? Is that really what you remember? Wow."

Dallas only laughed harder. "You were mortified, it was hilarious."

"I was twelve," Enzo countered, chuckling to himself now. "And what about you? You smelled like an Axe can." 

"Better than smelling like ass," Dallas teased.

"You like my ass, shut up," Enzo said, going back to his work. "Anyway, when will dinner be ready? I'm starving and I'm almost done with the next chapter of my novel."

"The Italian food I ordered will be here any minute, and what's this one about? Another horror?" Dallas asked, leaning back over Enzo's shoulder to read what was visible.

"No, I'm back to writing erotica, the horror book didn't sell as well as my first book, so I'll just keep writing porn and make sure we can pay our rent."

Dallas frowned. "You don't pay rent. I pay rent."

"Well, I'm trying to help with it at least." Enzo smiled awkwardly at Dallas's frown. "You know I don't like feeling useless."

Dallas pursed his lips and rubbed his hand along Enzo's back. "Babe, I'm a doctor. I make plenty of money for you to pursue your passions, we don't have to worry about money and you shouldn't write for money, you should write what you really want to."

"I know, but I don't like not contributing to bills, we're a team," Enzo replied stubbornly.

"Enzo, listen to me, just because you don't pay rent doesn't mean you don't contribute. Cleaning the house, taking care of our pets, taking care of our home and doing the domestic things makes you a stay at home husband, not a bum. You're not a bum."

"But I feel like a bum, Dallas. I didn't even cook dinner tonight because I was writing," Enzo sighed, looking at the clock.

Dallas scoffed, "Babe, it's my turn for date night." Enzo didn't say anything and so Dallas sat down on the desk and turned Enzo's chair towards him. "Look, I know we've talked about this before, what's wrong? What's changed? "

"I don't know," Enzo sighed, grabbing Dallas's hands and kissing them.

Dallas ran his hand through Enzo's hair and then held his hand again. "Do you need to back to counseling? Are you depressed?"

"Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea," Enzo said after a moment. "I guess I just feel like a failure because I put in so much work to that horror book and no one really liked it. I spent two years on that thing and we spent your vacation time traveling to spooky places and it just... didn't do well. After my first novel brought so much money in, and it still does get some sales, I guess I just expected more from it."

"But you enjoyed writing that book so much and you were so proud of it. I loved it, it spooked me, and we had so much fun going on trips together for it. I think it was a great book," Dallas said.

"Yeah, well you're my adorable and supportive husband, of course you'd like it," Enzo chuckled sadly, wiping away tears. "It just feels like I'm a failure."

"You're not a failure. Would working a 9 to 5 really make you happy?" Dallas asked and Enzo's brows pushed together in deep thought.

"No," Enzo finally said, shaking his head. "No, I was never happy working at any of the jobs I had." Enzo looked up into Dallas's eyes. "I want to pursue writing. I want to make what I like and I'm so grateful that you support me."

Dallas smiled and closed the laptop, kissing Enzo and moaning when he got a more passionate response than he was expecting. "En-Enzo the food will be here any minute," Dallas said, worried they might get too caught up in each other and miss the food he'd already paid for as Enzo's hands reached in his pants.

Enzo pulled back and kissed Dallas's nose. "You're right, I'll save this for later."

The two smiled at each other and walked into the living room, flopping on the couch and turning on the TV. "Didn't you-" Enzo began, but the doorbell rang and Dallas sprung up.

"Yep! It's the delivery guy." Dallas paid the man, tipping well, and met Enzo back in the living room. "I got a lot, so be ready."

"Did you get delivery from the five-star restaurant across town?" Enzo asked, mouth dropping open as he read the box.

Dallas nodded, "You bet your ass I did. No way in Hell I'm driving all the way over there tonight though, we're eating in."

"They don't deliver," Enzo continued, sitting up.

"They do if you tip them $100," Dallas smiled.

Enzo scoffed in disbelief and then remembered they weren't broke college kids anymore and rolled his eyes. "I still can't believe we went from sleeping on an air mattress in the basement of your buddy's frat house to having our own house. It's surreal."

"Yeah, I feel like you forget a lot of things lately. Like, you can buy from the pay-per-view. You don't need to go to Redbox anymore," Dallas joked, making Enzo laugh as well.

"Maybe I like going to the Redbox, huh? You ever think about that?" Enzo retorted, lofting a pillow at Dallas. 

"Hey, now, don't get too rowdy. I slaved hard over a stove to make this food," Dallas snickered, handing a plate to Enzo. "Now let's find something to watch on Netflix before we dig in."

"No, let's not watch Netflix tonight."

"Oh?"

"Let's watch our middle school musical!"

"No!" Dallas bellows.

"Yes!" Enzo interjects, laughing already. "It'll make me feel better, come on!"

"Fine, I guess tonight we can have a dinner and show. A bad show."