Can't Stop Me From Loving You // Mullette

Not a date

HERCULES' POV

I walked into my sewing room, still not tired. I wanted to lay down with Laff, but that felt too awkward. At this point I didn't even know if he liked guys, and laying in the same bed is too forward even if he does.

I walked around the room, organizing random things. After a while, the room was spotless and it was 3:00 a.m. I still wasn't tired, but I knew I should probably sleep. I walked out to the living room and laid down on the couch. Almost the second I did I was asleep.

I woke up the next morning at 9:00. I was a bit warmer than usual. I sat up, and realized Laff was laying on the couch next to me. His eyes fluttered open. 

"Good morning mon ami. I woke up and was cold last night, so I came out here because I couldn't find another blanket. I hope you do not mind."  He said apologetically.

"Nah man, it's fine." I smiled understandingly. 

I stood up and he stayed laying there on the couch. "You don't have work today?" I asked Laff. He shook his head and laughed slightly.

"Today is Saturday, Herc."

I blushed slightly. "Oh yeah. I don't really keep track of what day it is since I work from home mostly."

"Not to intrude, but could I use your shower?" He asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, of course." I pointed to the bathroom. "I'll just be in the sewing room." 

He nodded and went in the bathroom. I walked into my sewing room and got to work on the next outfit for New York, one with a beret. I wondered where my sudden French inspiration came from. 

After a while, Laff walked into the room, wearing a light purple shirt and jeans that were just slightly too big for him.

"I hope you do not mind, I borrowed your clothes too. I came very unprepared." He laughed.

His laugh was beautiful.

"Oh, no problem. I'm going to take a shower too now." He nodded and I left the room.

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LAFF'S POV

While Hercules was in the shower, I decided to look around his room a bit. No harm in that, right? I touched the silky fabrics and looked through his sketchbook at his designs. In the very back of the sketchbook, I noticed something that didn't look like a dress.

A flag. Pink, yellow, and blue. A pansexual flag. Did this mean we was pan? I shook my head. Probably not. I set the sketchbook back down, feeling bad for snooping in the first place.

I decided I wouldn't bring up the flag. If he was pan, he hadn't told me for a reason...probably.

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HERCULES' POV

I came out of the shower and found that Laff was still in my sewing room. I hope he hadn't looked through my sketchbook. If he did, he could've easily found out I was pan.

"So, are we still on for coffee?" I asked from the doorway. Laff jumped and turned around. I laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, no mon ami! It is quite alright, I was just a bit startled. I am definitely ok with coffee." He smiled dazzlingly.

"Great." I smiled back.

I was worried the drive to the coffee shop would be awkward, but we spent the whole time talking about modern art. It turned out we had both been to the Phoenix Art Museum.