What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

7

By the time they woke up, it was dark outside. Juan shifted, rolling over to stretch. His cheeks flushed when he realized he had drooled on Fillips leg where his head had been resting. Fillip responded to the movement opening his eyes to see if Juan had woken up. He saw his big bright eyes looking up at him with a smile as he stretched his arms above his head. Fillips neck protested with an aching crack at being moved at all.

"Good nap Boyo?"

Juan nodded. He didn't want to speak, he wasn't sure what would come out. His secret feelings were bubbling to the surface and all he could do was smile and nod. He hoped after he woke up good, he'd get his head back right.

"Ye hungry again? We can order some dinner before it gets too late."

He shook his head no. After a moment he rolled himself off the couch and walked to the bathroom. Once inside he relieved his aching bladder and then walked over to the sink, splashing water on his face.
He looked in the mirror and sighed. "Snap out of it Juice. If he's gonna help you, it's not going to be in your pants." He splashed his face again and left the bathroom once he'd dried it.

He made his way down the hall and into the kitchen where he heard Fillip talking to someone. He tended at the sound of his voice, not wanting anyone to know where they were. He realized he was on the phone, ordering dinner and he felt much less stressed out about it.
"Aye. No meat in the noodles. Keep the chicken in a separate container. I ain't tryin to traumatize anyone."

Juan giggled. He thought Fillip was taking his vegetarianism way to seriously but he appreciated it. No one ever accommodated him before, he just ate around what he didn't want so as not to be a bother.

Fillip finished his call and turned around, planting his hands on his hips he raised a brow at the still laughing Juan.

"Whas so funny? Share with the rest of the class."

"Just you, trying to explain vegetarian to them. I'm sure they know what it means Chibby. Just cause you don't get it." He shook his head, still smiling teasingly.
Fillip had decided he'd pull out information he needed as inconspicuously as he could. What better way than making a joke. He could gauge the kids reaction, and see what was in his spectrum of needs that he thought was going to be so offensive.

"Keep teasing me. I'm gonna pull ye over my knee and teach you a thing or two Mister." He joked back with a smirk.

Juan's eyes went big and he stopped laughing. Mentally he panicked. Did he know he wanted him to do that? He shouldn't want him to, but he did. His wheels started turning. How could he provoke the situation? Surly the man wasn't being serious. Right? What if he was? The key to Juan's desires was just a few jokes away.

"Betcha won't." He bounced his brow challengingly, smirking at the other man.

Exactly the reaction Fillip had hoped for. Once he could get the boy to calm down enough he'd get him to talk about guidelines, wants and needs. Thing he could do for him, and what he wanted from all this. Before anything could happen between them, this had to happen.

"Boy. Don test me. Ye don know what I will or won't do. But I won't do shite without consent."

Juan's eyes widened in shock at the realization that he was serious. He waited for him to laugh, saying he was joking. It never came. He just stood their with his hands on his hips, eyeing him like a defiant child that needed an attitude adjustment. He felt like a defiant child who needed to be put into place. He wanted to be.
"Oh..." he whispered.

Fillip relaxed and chuckled. "Tha's what I thought Boyo." He grabbed his beer and walked into the living room, Juan hot on his heels. Fillip sat down, got comfortable. Juan stood in front of him, looking like a lost deer. Chest heaving, as he breathed harder.