Midnight Sparkle

Chapter 5

Adrian stands outside the coffee shop wringing his hands together nervously. He's sweating from nerves - or is that from wearing all black in the summer? He jumps when he sees Vincent walk up in that stupid Columbo trench coat and bright blue tie that could make him stand out in a crowd of thousands. Adrian feels a new wave of self-consciousness crash down over him the closer Vincent gets. He realises he hasn't shaved, his nail polish is chipped, maybe his fringe isn't low enough to cover his scar?

"Well?"

"W-Well...?" he gulps deeply. He's ruined this already hasn't he?

"I said do you want to go in?" Vincent gestures with exasperation at the tall, narrow brick building on the bottom floor of which is a Starbucks with concealed behind tinted glass walls with a small patio of outside seating on plastic grass.

"Yes! Sure, let's," Adrian wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole, he would die right there on the spot. Oh grim reaper, claim him into the fiery pits of Hell so he doesn't need to suffer this embarrassment.

They pick a table by the window.

Adrian gets a strawberries and cream Frappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate chip shortbread. Vincent gets a cappuccino. When Vincent sits down he hands Adrian his drink. Not knowing what to do here, Adrian sucks a very big gulp up the straw in the hopes that'll perk him up. At least give him a caffeine high so he can deal with this.

As if the Gods decide Adrian is the heathen antichrist, his hand is shaking and he doesn't put the drink down correctly. Whipped cream and pink frappe splatters all over his lip. He's about to burst out crying when a sweet, patient voice seems to airily lift his spirits. "Oh my, you poor thing! That sucks. I'll go and get napkins!" Vincent rushes off to the counter.

Adrian stares in shock before Vincent returns, clutching a handful. He quickly wipes the table and with the remaining ones begins wiping down Adrian's legs and... between them. The embarrassed man yells and jump off the seat but that only makes Vincent clean the backs of his thighs. It takes all his willpower (and he doesn't have much) to keep it down.

Eventually the mess is cleaned and Vincent lifts his head, eye level with Adrian's crotch. He stares up at the crimson blushing face and takes pity on the Undertaker. Smirking he backs off and sits back down. "I believe the appropriate response is thank you?" He chuckles, finding this man amusingly adorable. His quirks are endearing. So innocent.

He wants to fucking corrupt him, the irony of the Undertaker being an escort not settling with him.

Adrian did was to thank him but he's too absorbed in Vincent's beauty. He sips his drink again, thankfully it was a small spill and most of it's left.

"What's your name?" Vincent asks.

"Adrian Crevan," Adrian answers. There isn't any harshness in the name, it's like something you'd name a fairy or sprite or some other magical creature of beauty. It suits him.

"Adrian? I like it," Vincent hums.

"Why- why did you give me your number?" Adrian asks once he regains the powers of speech.

Vincent smiles. He doesn't know why this man is so timid before him. As if he's stolen his voice! He has this theories as to why. "You already know my name. If I can be frank and I can as I am no longer a client, I'd like to take you in,"

"Eh?!" Adrian gasps in genuine confusion. This man must have lost him marbles. This is their first date! True, they have been intimate and been on a previous 'date'. Technically this is their third encounter but even then it's audacious. 

"I mean move in with me, right now. Today," 

"I-" He looks at this pretty man before him inebriated by his beauty. What kind of supernatural entity can control his surroundings so much that he's being dragged deeper and deeper into the voice of the Phantom's control? Maybe he truly is a celestial spirit out with this realm and therefore the possibilities are endless. If that's the case then the parameters of human propriety are irrelevant and moving in with this man wouldn't violate any rule.