First time favor

17. Ten's favorite snack

Focus, Johnny. Focus.

In line to order a freaking salad at a café because a certain someone had just discovered the benefits of a balanced diet, Johnny was racking his brain—both looking for an idea of what to order and how to start a conversation with Ten. In short, tension floated in the air around our two favorite boys. Both of them were at loss for words in front of their good intentions—although Johnny was also at loss for words in front of the latter's good looks.

Caesar salad ordered, Ten trotted his way to a table in the back, leaving with a smile beholder of many secrets not boding any good for Johnny's future. The night had had its share of good advices and Ten's head was filled with words of wisdom. At least according to his inner voice. Had the man had the slightest bit of common sense, Ten probably wouldn't have confronted Johnny right there and then—but had the two boys had the slightest bit of common sense, they wouldn't have gotten themselves into the situation they were in in the first place.

It's time you show big boy Johnny what it means to be a responsible adult.

"15 fucking dollars for some grass and two pieces of chicken in it—" to say Johnny was dumbfounded was an euphemism, he was bamboozled, "sounds fake but okay." No matter how unhealthy Wendy's was, at least it was cheap.

"We need to talk." Tone firm and eyes narrowing, Ten exuded of confidence.

The face Johnny made, however, only exuded of panic. The shift from grumpy to terrified was particularly tasteful, but Ten was in no position to appreciate power's unique flavor."Right. The presentation."

"No... about, you know what."

Crazy how only a few words could send the charismatic sex machine Johnny Seo, Youngho for the intimates, into a big, rainbow colored, gay panic.

"Ah."

"I don't regret having sex with you." A phenomenal flush took on Johnny's cheeks by a storm at the simple sentence. "I didn't get the time to answer your question last time, so–"

The latter didn't want to stutter—and plainly admit his undying love for Ten in doing so—and tried his best to hide the pinkish hue tainting his face with no shame. "You don't need to tell me—"

"A Caesar salad with an extra serving of chicken and quinoa salad with extra avocado, there you go, hope you enjoy." Right on time to save him from furthering his awkward reaction, Johnny made sure to extra thank the waiter.
The bright smile he beamed didn't go unnoticed by the smaller man, though.

"Anyway, Johnny, any new lover in the horizon?" Ten was a man of many talents, but those talents did not include 'being subtle'.

Taken aback, once again, by Ten's forwardness Johnny seemed to rediscover at their every conversation, he took a little time to answer. The key was to find a lie plausible enough for Ten to believe.

"I suppose porn stars don't count?" Lies were for cowards anyway.

Scoffing, Ten rolled his eyes and delicately approached his fork to his mouth, "not really, no."

Now, as weird as it might sound, the view of his buddy/lover taking in mouthful of food had a ring to it and the American just could not detach himself from the man facing him.

Of course Ten noticed. And in a wink of an eye, back was his confidence. Not that it was far.

"What about you?" Johnny understood the incomprehension on his features. "Any new lover?"

"How recent does my crush have to be to be considered new?" Johnny wasn't sure that was actually relevant to the conversation but answered nonetheless, dismissing the feeling tugging at his heart.

"I don't know, three weeks old I guess." Well now, if that wasn't a coincidence.

"Then, I suppose the answer is yes." Johnny kept himself from gasping in both surprise and treason but his stare at his pathetic salad gave away his disappointment.

And Ten was all but disappointed at the latter's disappointment.

"Don't you want to know who he is?" The head tilt and those slower than death flutters of lashes finished Johnny off.

"Isn't it the guy you sucked off?" Oh, how had Johnny missed that laugh.

"No, you silly!" Wiping away a few tears, Ten thought for a few seconds. "Me sucking him off is, unfortunately, still but a dream."

Ten was so unfair, rubbing salt in his wound was pure torture. "Alright, alright, just get on with it, will you?"

"Gee, big boy... don't sweat it, you'll always be my favorite."

"What?"

"It's you, Johnny," and he smirked as he finally got the truth out his chest, "I have a fucking crush on you."