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[December 05] [Original] Dinner Date
Title: Dinner Date
Day/Theme: Dec. 5: Close to you / ~the radio plays that song you like~.
Series: Original
Characters/Pairings: Kalin/Nathaniel
Rating: PG-13 for gay guys kissing, and the implication of sex
“Hey, we got a card from your brother, Nathaniel.”
“Which one?”
“Um ... Jamie, looks like. And his wife and kids. Handmade. Look.”
Nathaniel came up behind Kalin, wrapped around him, peered over his shoulder and hummed as he looked down at the stupid little black-and-green-and-red monstrosity his half-brother's kids had made for them, complete with shedding glitter and hot-glued pipe-cleaner snowmen. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“That's hideous.”
“I love it. It's going on the table.”
“You're a sap.” He took the card from his boyfriend and flipped it open. There was a shower of silver glitter onto his shoes, and he frowned, before taking in his youngest brother's fine penmanship. With another chuckle, he set the card onto the middle of their tiny table, along with the others from Nathaniel's meager family and Kalin's brothers. “How Jamie ended up straight is beyond me. I'm holding out that he figures himself out before the kids are old enough to hate him.”
“You're horrible, Nat,” Kalin said, swatting him in the butt lightly and laughing like a fiend.
“It's true—oh, hey. It's that stupid Christmas song you like.” Nathaniel practically dove over the table, turning up the stereo with a laugh. Kalin rolled his eyes, disappearing into the kitchen, but was humming along nonetheless; Nathaniel followed after a moment, pulling Kalin away from the pasta sauce to dance him around the kitchen.
“Kyle and Tim are going to be here soon, Nat,” Kalin complained softly. Nathaniel shrugged, listening more to the music than to his boyfriend. “Nathaniel—.”
“It's not like we're doing anything.” Which was true, but obviously didn't sate Kalin's ingrained anxieties any. Nathaniel chuckled softly, tilting up his boyfriend's chin and kissing him fleetingly. “Don't worry about it. Tim's my baby brother; he's queerer than a seven dollar bill. He's not gonna blow a jimmy loose seeing us dancing in the kitchen.”
“But the sauce—.” He kissed Kalin more pointedly, and backed him up against the small partition between kitchen and front room.
They pulled back breathlessly. “Do I need to call Tim,” Nathaniel asked between nips to Kalin's snowy neck, “And tell him not to bother coming over?”
“Nathaniel—.” He was already reaching for the phone, punching the speed-dial, bringing it to his ear. Kalin's face grew worried. “Oh, no. No, Nathaniel, don't you dare—!”
“Hey, Timmy. It's Nate. You know our dinner-date? Yeah. Yeah, well, things came up, and we were wondering if we could maybe put it off—?”
“He's lying, Timothy!” Kalin shouted, but he was laughing, all flushed with embarrassed humor, reaching for the phone as Nathaniel leaned away. “Don't listen to him. Nothing's up!”
“That's a lie,” Nathaniel hissed, and dropped the phone from his ear long enough to deliver a stifling kiss to the golden-brunette. Kalin stood dumbfounded for a second, glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Nathaniel licked his lips lewdly as he brought the phone back up. “Sorry 'bout that. So, think we can—. Oh. Oh I see who it is. Okay. Okay, Timmy, I'll see you and Jamie and the fams for Christmas then. Love ya.”
He turned the phone off and put it back in its cradle, before abandoning Kalin entirely for the pasta sauce.
“I hate you,” Kalin grumbled from near the table. Nathaniel only laughed.
“I'll make it up to you.”
They left the stereo on loud, and didn't worry about their dinner date.
Day/Theme: Dec. 5: Close to you / ~the radio plays that song you like~.
Series: Original
Characters/Pairings: Kalin/Nathaniel
Rating: PG-13 for gay guys kissing, and the implication of sex
“Hey, we got a card from your brother, Nathaniel.”
“Which one?”
“Um ... Jamie, looks like. And his wife and kids. Handmade. Look.”
Nathaniel came up behind Kalin, wrapped around him, peered over his shoulder and hummed as he looked down at the stupid little black-and-green-and-red monstrosity his half-brother's kids had made for them, complete with shedding glitter and hot-glued pipe-cleaner snowmen. He chuckled, shaking his head.
“That's hideous.”
“I love it. It's going on the table.”
“You're a sap.” He took the card from his boyfriend and flipped it open. There was a shower of silver glitter onto his shoes, and he frowned, before taking in his youngest brother's fine penmanship. With another chuckle, he set the card onto the middle of their tiny table, along with the others from Nathaniel's meager family and Kalin's brothers. “How Jamie ended up straight is beyond me. I'm holding out that he figures himself out before the kids are old enough to hate him.”
“You're horrible, Nat,” Kalin said, swatting him in the butt lightly and laughing like a fiend.
“It's true—oh, hey. It's that stupid Christmas song you like.” Nathaniel practically dove over the table, turning up the stereo with a laugh. Kalin rolled his eyes, disappearing into the kitchen, but was humming along nonetheless; Nathaniel followed after a moment, pulling Kalin away from the pasta sauce to dance him around the kitchen.
“Kyle and Tim are going to be here soon, Nat,” Kalin complained softly. Nathaniel shrugged, listening more to the music than to his boyfriend. “Nathaniel—.”
“It's not like we're doing anything.” Which was true, but obviously didn't sate Kalin's ingrained anxieties any. Nathaniel chuckled softly, tilting up his boyfriend's chin and kissing him fleetingly. “Don't worry about it. Tim's my baby brother; he's queerer than a seven dollar bill. He's not gonna blow a jimmy loose seeing us dancing in the kitchen.”
“But the sauce—.” He kissed Kalin more pointedly, and backed him up against the small partition between kitchen and front room.
They pulled back breathlessly. “Do I need to call Tim,” Nathaniel asked between nips to Kalin's snowy neck, “And tell him not to bother coming over?”
“Nathaniel—.” He was already reaching for the phone, punching the speed-dial, bringing it to his ear. Kalin's face grew worried. “Oh, no. No, Nathaniel, don't you dare—!”
“Hey, Timmy. It's Nate. You know our dinner-date? Yeah. Yeah, well, things came up, and we were wondering if we could maybe put it off—?”
“He's lying, Timothy!” Kalin shouted, but he was laughing, all flushed with embarrassed humor, reaching for the phone as Nathaniel leaned away. “Don't listen to him. Nothing's up!”
“That's a lie,” Nathaniel hissed, and dropped the phone from his ear long enough to deliver a stifling kiss to the golden-brunette. Kalin stood dumbfounded for a second, glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Nathaniel licked his lips lewdly as he brought the phone back up. “Sorry 'bout that. So, think we can—. Oh. Oh I see who it is. Okay. Okay, Timmy, I'll see you and Jamie and the fams for Christmas then. Love ya.”
He turned the phone off and put it back in its cradle, before abandoning Kalin entirely for the pasta sauce.
“I hate you,” Kalin grumbled from near the table. Nathaniel only laughed.
“I'll make it up to you.”
They left the stereo on loud, and didn't worry about their dinner date.