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Dorian actually loved that Apollo was so shy. It was cute to Dorian and it made him feel more at ease in this situation which would normally be nerve racking. “You deserve flowers too. If we go on another date I’ll pick you up and bring you some.” He pushes his hair back and chuckles when Apollo mentioned his mother bought him the sweater. “Oh you’re funny.” He teased. “I’m going to have to thank her for buying it because you look really handsome in it.” The compliments from Apollo made Dorian feel much better about himself and what he was wearing. He had tried to pick out a good outfit. “I’ll take cute.” He smirks since it was rare he got called cute. He liked it though. Apollo was definitely different than anyone he’s ever dated.
“Yeah I won’t be drinking either. I don’t want anything to get in the way of me developing any real feelings about tonight. I want you to enjoy me when I’m sober.” Dorian paused after speaking since he realized that what he had said could be taken in a wrong way. [i I hope he doesn’t have a curry or mind like me.] He thought and clears his throat. “So um Yeah let’s go.” He grabs his wallet and keys before walking out the door with his friend. Dorian gets into his car and gets comfortable. “How was work today? Mine was busy...I was having such a hard time focusing.”
Apollo smiled when Dorian answered the door. He had been looking forward to seeing him. He felt even better when the roses in his hand were acknowledged. [i I'm the first to bring him flowers...does that mean I'm a dweeb? Or that romance is dead and everyone else is a jerk?] The hug from Dorian was enough to tint his cheeks red, but he didn't feel as awkward seeing that the shorter male was also blushing. [#123456 "I'm...I'm glad you like them. I almost didn't buy them because it felt too cliche, but uh, it feels nice to know I'm the first to bring you flowers. You deserve lots of flowers...I mean, uh, yeah,"] he stammered as he followed Dorian inside the apartment.
The comment about his appearance seemed to startle him even more and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Apollo usually wore loser shirts not caring much about clothing. This sweater was more form-fitting and showed off the fact that he worked out more than he let on. [#123456 "Thanks...my mom bought me this sweater."] He paused and pinched the bridge of his nose with a thumb and index finger. [#123456 "I'm being the biggest dork. Wow. You...you look really cute,"] he laughed and smiled sheepishly at Dorian. [#123456 "I got your text about sushi and it sounds good to me. I'll drive so you can drink if you want to. No drinking for me after that awful hangover reminding me that every day I inch closer to being an old man,"] he joked.
[i Alright, Apollo. Just stop talking so much and you'll stop saying stupid things. I think that was a smooth recovery...sort of. He does look really cute.] Apollo gave himself a mental pep talk as he looked around the apartment. This was all so new. He was going on a date. With a person he really liked. It was much different than his typical nights spent in front of the computer or a video game system.
Dorian was laying on the floor in his down town studio. He was covered in pain since he had relieved a bit of stress by throwing paint on the large wall he had covered with a paper back drop. He had been arguing with his parents a lot lately due to him declining a few work orders from them to go perform with his band. It didn’t matter to them that he was getting paid to perform, all they could see that he was choosing his music over his art. Dorian sighs softly and sits up. “I better start cleaning up.” He mutters as he began to clean up his studio. When he finished he took a picture of a few art pieces that he had made, they were part of the work orders he declined but felt guilty by his parents for doing so. “They owe me a damn apology after I show them that I actually did the damn work.” He cursed as he sends off the text messages to his mother and father.
After locking up he heads back to his apartment. He had one thing to be happy about and that was the date he was going to have with Apollo tonight. Dorian took a hot shower and picked out a nice outfit for the evening. As did he did his hair his phone vibrated on the bathroom counter. “Apollo~” he said happily and reads his text. [b How does Japanese food sound? I know this great sushi place. I could go for sushi and ramen. :p can’t wait till you get here.] He sent hoping Apollo would be ok with that idea.
While going into his living room he fixes the collar of the shirt he wore under his sweater. Of course Dorian had his signature edge to his fashionable style. He looked in a mirror and smirked. “Not bad Dorian.” He teased himself and checked his phone for the time. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door which made Dorian smile. He opens with and his blue eyes go right to the flowers. [i He’s such sweet a guy.] He thought and chuckles softly. “You’re the first to bring me roses, well flowers in general.” He takes the roses from Apollo and hugs him gently. “Thank you. I feel a bit flustered to be honest.” Dorian could t help the slight red tiny that coated his cheeks. “Come on in. I’m going to put these up.” He goes into his kitchen and pulls out a base from a low cabinet. Once filling it with water he puts the roses in it.
Dorian sets the vase in his living room, he knew he would be sculpting f them later. After admiring the roses for a few seconds he faces Apollo. “You clean up nicely.” He doesn’t hide the fact that he’s checking him out since he knew it would make Apollo blush.
When the day arrived for their first date, Apollo was all nerves. He found it hard to do the simplest task for work and he had to constantly delete lines of code that were full of mistakes. Various scenarios of how the night would play out kept running through his head. Mostly he was just afraid that he would mess everything up. Somehow. This was the first time in a long time he was genuinely interested in a person romantically and he wanted everything to be perfect.
Soon it was time to quit work for the day. Apollo pushed the chair away from the computer and padded into his bedroom to change clothes. Should he go casual or dress up a bit? Something inbetween? Searching through the closet his eyes settled on a dark grey, cashmere turtleneck. It was a gift from his mother and he had worn it a handful of times. Feeling that it looked nice, he slipped it over his head and rolled the sleeves up. The sweater looked good with the dark pants he was wearing. [i I look decent? I feel expensive and confident in this sweater. I should wear it more.] He chuckled to himself and slipped his phone out to send a text to Dorian. [b Have you decided where you want to have dinner? I'll be there to pick you up in an hour or so :)]
Apollo left out somewhat earlier, but wanted to have time to pick something up before he got Dorian. There was a small flower shop down the street from his condo. Flowers seemed appropriate for a first date. Although as he stepped into the shop he began to doubt himself. The flower attendant was able to pick up on his indecisiveness and asked if he needed help. [#123456 "Are flowers for a first date too much? Is that old-fashioned? Do people still give flowers?"] The attendant smiled and led him over to a small bouquet of roses. [b "You can't go wrong with roses. I'm sure your date will appreciate the gesture."] Apollo wasn't entirely convinced but he purchased the roses anyway and left the shop with a smile on his face and roses in hand.
Thirty minutes later and he was in front of Dorian's apartment door fidgeting with the bouquet of roses. [i Agh, I hope getting roses wasn't a dumb idea. Dinner and a movie...that feels appropriate for flower giving though.] He took a deep breath and knocked a couple of times, keeping the roses clutched in front of him in his other hand.
As he waited for a reply to the text he had sent Dorian makes his way to his home studio. He started to pack a few things to work on between breaks when practicing with his band. He figured he could start sketching out some new projects to work on. When he finally got the text he was looking for he smiles and reads it quickly. [b I’m sorry you’re suffering :p try taking a pain killer and hydrate. I always find that getting hydrated for me always makes me feel better.] He sent and leans on the arm of his couch. “Hope he feels better soon.” He mutters and the. Heads towards his bathroom to get ready for the day.
Once he had a shower and got dressed he grabbed his guitar case and the bag he had packed before walking out the door. Dorian didn’t feel like eating but he knew once he got to one of his band member’s hone there would be food there that’s ready to eat. It didn’t take long for him to arrive so he parks his car and happily heads inside. Dorian opens the door and greets the members that were there. “Food.” He said and chuckles before going into the kitchen. “You look a bit off. Had a rough night?” His bass player asked. “No I just got drunk hanging out with Apollo.” He mutters as he stuffs his face with brunch dishes. “So I’m going out on a date with him.” He added. He knew he could talk to his friends about these kind of things.
“Don’t mess it up.” One member said and they all agreed with what he said. “I won’t. I’m a pretty fun date ya know.” Dorian told them. “I mean we soundly really know. Your dates usually turn into a one night stand or something and we never hear about them again. You’re pretty all over the place.” The drummer looks at Dorian and Dorian pouts a bit. “True...but this is different. I wouldn’t treat Apollo like that. Besides it just a date, it’s not like we’re together. It’s just to see if things could possibly be better as more than friends.”
When they finished eating and talking they started to practice.
Usually Apollo spent cab rides in silence, not wanting to impose on the driver. However, he was so happy and wanted to share his happiness with everyone. He spent the whole cab ride telling the driver about his wonderful night. The driver didn't seem to mind, asking questions and giving dating advice here and there. Apollo waved goodbye when he exited the cab. As he fumbled with the keys to his front door he realized that he had just talked to a stranger on his own accord about personal matters. [i Is it the alcohol or am I just super geeked about my night with Dorian that I want to tell anyone and everyone?] He decided it was a little of both.
The first thing Apollo felt when he opened his eyes in the morning was a harsh pounding in his head. Groaning, the tall male sat up in bed before deciding that any kind of movement made him feel even worse. So he laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, only moving his eyes to the side once to check the time on the wall clock. It was two in the afternoon. Not an unusual time for him to wake.
Without moving from his ceiling staring position he reached onto the nightstand and grabbed his phone. A smile lit up his face when he saw that he had a text from Dorian. [i I feel so excited and a little stupid. Is this what it feels like to really like someone? Strange...] Apollo didn't hesitate to respond. [b Got home safe and sound. Currently trying to decide the best way to nurse my hangover. How are you?] He sent the text and laid the phone on his chest, closing his eyes. This did nothing to help the pounding in his head.
Dorian listened to Apollo giddy voice and slightly slurred words. He couldn’t help but laugh at what he said since he totally agreed and was thinking the exact same thing. “I understand. Don’t need to explain it.” He smiles wide. When he got the kiss on his forehead Dorian actually blushed. It wasn’t something he was expecting and it was such an innocent kiss. [i Oh you would kiss my forehead Apollo.] He thought and laughed to himself.
It didn’t take alone for Dorian to be alone. He watched the cab drive off with Apollo inside and smiles. “I had fun.” He said softly as his ride pulls up. Dorian gets in and heads home for some much needed sleep.
The following morning Dorian woke up a bit later than normal but he didn’t have much work to do. “Ugh...” he groans since he was still very tired but he knew he had to meet up with the band today. The young male forced himself out of bed and made himself a hot cup of coffee. As he sips it he thinks about what had happened last night. Everything made him smile. “I have a date with Apollo.” He said wanting to tell his parents but then again they would just nag him to focus on school and his art. “I should probably see how’s hes doing.” He mutters to himself as he starts typing out a text message. [b Hey Apollo, how are you? Got home safely?] He sent the text.
The hours seemed to fly by after they went back inside the bar. A few more drinks and Apollo was plenty drunk and very happy. He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled and laughed so much. As they made their way outside the bar he felt comfortable leaning against Dorian and having Dorian do the same. [i This is...so nice. I don't even feel awkward or anxious right now.] He nodded, hearing the others words over his own thoughts. [#123456 "Definitely. I mean I rarely do things outside of my home so chances are I'm free whenever,"] he joked, though it was mostly true.
As they waited for a ride Apollo was wondering what he should say or do to end the night on a great note. Forming sentences was an even harder task with his drunk, sluggish brain. [#123456 "I would invite you...back to my place but that seems...movies and tv lead me to believe that has certain implications. And we're pretty drunk so uh, maybe another time?"] He ran his fingers through his hair and gave a toothy grin down at the other. Seeing the cab pull up Apollo leaned down and placed a kiss on top of Dorian's head. [#123456 "I'll see you later."]
Apollo felt giddy as he climbed into the cab, giving a rather excited wave from the window before the cab drove off. He relaxed in the back seat and pulled out his phone to send a text to his sister to tell her about his current mood. Hopefully she could decipher his fumbled up words.
Apollo didn’t freak out from the kiss like Dorian thought he would. This caused Dorian to smile since he felt more comfortable with what he did. “Yeah let’s play some more games. I need to kick your ass a little bit more so that you know never to challenge me again.” He teased.
After a few more hours Dorian was drunk and in a good mood. The two laughed and leaned on each other as they made their way out of the gaming club. Their ride was on their way so Dorian waited patiently. “Thanks for coming out tonight with me. I had so much! We should definitely do something else soon. Maybe see a movie or something.” Dorian puts his coat on since it was a bit chilly outside. [i I can’t believe he actually likes me. I think I knew for sure I liked him when we first met in person. It’s so much different than talking over a computer.] He thought and looked at Apollo. Dorian was trying his best not to be too flirty or close to Apollo, he knew when he got drunk like this he was too out there and daring at times. “You can take the first ride that comes.” They we’re going their separate ways now. [i Invite him back to your place. No...no that’s not a good idea.] He was meantally talking to himself.
[#123456 "His books are good if you're into horror or crime novels. I'm sure he'll be very happy to talk about his books with someone new,"] Apollo chuckled. He nodded in agreement at getting another round of drinks. What little buzz he had was almost gone after sitting and drinking water for a bit. Although he felt happy that he hadn't needed to rely on alcohol too much to have a good time with Dorian. It was nice.
Before Apollo reached for his drink the soft feeling of the other's hand was back again. He watched, face turning pink, as Dorian leaned down and kissed the back of his hand. [i His lips are really soft too...] At a loss for words, Apollo's mouth hung open for a second. [#123456 "That...uh, that was really nice. Yeah, let's enjoy the rest of the night. It's been great so far. Should we play some more games?"] Despite the redness in his cheeks Apollo wore a bright, wide smile.
Dorian was actually looking forward to the dinner. He was expecting to see some beautiful decorations inside Apollo’s parents home. “Maybe I’ll get inspired to make some new art pieces by what I see inside your family home.” Dorian said. He was always looking for some new forms of inspiration. [i Being with Apollo is already making me feel inspired to be honest. I feel like going home and painting or playing with colored glass.] He thought and looks down at his hand that had previously touched Apollo’s.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I might just ask your father about his writing for my own curiosity.” He said and chuckles softly. “Let’s order another of drinks. We should celebrate that we’re going on a date.” He teased. It was just an excuse to get another drink really. Dorian had ordered them another round and once the waitress leaves he looks at Apollo. “Lets let loose and enjoy the rest of the night.” He said and takes ahold of Apollo’s hand. He then gently kisses his hand and smiles.
That was a good question. Usually Apollo spent most of his time at the dinner party zoning out. When he wasn't zoning out the only person he went out of his way to talk to was Selene. [#123456 "Yeah, everyone just talks and sips wine and other drinks while dad finishes dinner. There's some dancing but I never do that, well, I mean I never bring anyone so...it would be weird to dance by myself."] Apollo cleared his throat and stopped himself from going off on a tangent. [#123456 "I'm sure my mom will want to give you a grand tour of the house. They're always renovating. Sometimes I like to hide out in dad's office which is basically just a library until my mom drags me out. I'm sure she'll want to show you embarrassing childhood pictures though so I'll have to be vigilant,"] he joked.
Noticing the removal of the hand from his, he frowned slightly. Surprising even himself. Somehow the hand had been a comfort, even though he usually refrained from physical contact. Apollo was convinced the dinner really wouldn't be too bad with Dorian accompanying him. [#123456 "Oh and if you don't know what to say at the dinner table you can just ask my dad about the book he's writing. That'll get him talking."] That was usually how he survived the events. He would just his mom, dad, or Selene something that would distract them. They would keep talking and then it looked like he was actually engaged in conversation, while he only had to contribute a few words.
When Apollo said his hand was softly Dorian just smiled. He always felt so at ease with Apollo and his friend always made him smile or laugh. “Really? I thought they might feel rough with all the art work that I do but thanks for letting me know they’re not rough.” Dorian didn’t mind having soft hands, he liked to take care of his body and that includes the texture of his skin.
Their conversation had turned out better than Dorian thought it would. “It will be fun. I promise.” He was going to make sure that they had a good time. “So what does your mom do at these dinner parties? Do we just stand around talking for a bit until the food is done? Will there be music and dancing?” Dorian was curious about it all. [i I wonder if Apollo would dance with me if there is dancing...hmm he might be too shy. Heh I’m going to have to break him out of his shell.] He thought and removes his hand from Apollo’s. He didn’t want to make things too awkward between them.
Apollo was glad to hear that he wasn't being weird. All of thoughts that had weighed on his mind since their first time meeting in person seemed to lift, releasing some tension from his body. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of red when Dorian listed some good qualities about him. He was smart, yes. And he was nice, perhaps sometimes too nice. Handsome? That wasn't a word he usually used to describe himself. Even though he disagreed with that one he kept his mouth shut, eyes locking onto the hand placed on top of his before looking back just in time to see Dorian wink. This only made him blush more. He couldn't see his own face, but he was sure that if any more blood rushed to his cheeks it would burst out of his face.
[#123456 "Th-thank you for those compliments. I'm glad I'm not completely hopeless when it comes to socializing,"] he joked, smiling at the other. [#123456 "I'm glad that we met in person. Also, your hand is very soft. It's nice."] There went his mouth again. Revealing thoughts he had intention of vocalizing. This time he didn't feel too embarrassed about his words. Dorian really did have soft hands. [#123456 "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm really looking forward to that dinner party."] He laughed and used his free hand to ruffle his hair in a bashful way.
The response that Dorian got initially from Apollo was definitely a bit disappointing. He was a bit embarrassed himself since he had just told the guy he had a crush on him and all he got was a bit so thrilled response. [i Did I push it?] He thought and sits back in his chair wondering what else he should say but Apollo began to speak again. The male’s attitude made Dorian smile. [i He’s adorable when he’s nervous like this. Heh. I wonder if it would be rude to laugh?] He couldn’t help but smile even more as Apollo kept talking.
After a few minutes Dorian looks into his friend’s eyes. “I’m glad you asked me to be your date. You weren’t being weird Apollo. I feel the same.” He chuckles softly and sighs. “You should give yourself a bit more credit. You’re smart, handsome, genuinely nice, you make me laugh and you know how to have a good time. You’re not as bad at socializing with me as you think you are. I like you. I really do.” He reaches across the table and places his hand on top of Apollo’s hand. “I’ll make sure you have a blast at the dinner party.” He winks playfully at his friend.
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