Made Glorious Spring ( 18+ from page 10 onwards )

Ben's breath catches, shy desire flaring in him. Is it okay to want, to feel... ?

"... Anything you want," he says, with a crooked little smile.

 

Martin beams, sinking into one of the chairs and idly hooking his feet around the legs, then his look turns mischevious. "So I can finally get a pony, just like I wanted when I was little? You promise?" He giggles.

 

"... if you want something to ride, I think we can work something out," he says, blushing at his own joke.

 

Martin lets out a loud laugh of utter delight.

 

Ben hides his face in his hands, beet red and not quite sure what to do. "I... Um. Oh, god."

Why is he so easily flustered?? He swears, he used to be smoother than this!

 

"Y'know, if you don't eat dinner, you don't get dessert," he teases.

 

"We're adults now. We can have dessert whenever we want..." He reaches out to squeeze Martin's hand, before starting to eat, with a muffled sound of pleasure. "... damn. You're... you're really good."

 

The man beams. "Dessert for every meal!" He laughs, giddy. "You think so? I try to do well... it's... I like good food. It makes good company happier."

 

"... you do amazing. Especially after shitty delivery pizza and ramen, shit."

He eats dinner with relish, lingering over it. Makes him a little wistful, knowing this chance won't come again any time soon. But... he'll take what he can get. It's little enough, these days.

 

Martin scoots over to press one arm against Ben's.

 

Ben hesitates, then moves to take his hand, squeezing it. "... You're amazing," he says softly. "... I don't know why you wanted to come home with a guy like me."

 

Martin gives him a very serious look, then theatrically gives him a once over, before leaning back in his chair to look at Ben's ass, broadcasting the motion, then sitting forwards properly. "If you're that hard on yourself, I think th' only person who would rank higher is Adonis," he teases.

 

He blushes very, very red. "... there's plenty of other guys who aren't such a hot mess."

"Like, you. You're... you're gorgeous. And you don't hide in your house all day."

 

"I dunno, I think you're pretty put together so far?" Martin tilts his head, then blinks, grins hugely. "...thank you... but. Hehe. I do, sometimes. I'm out at night, mostly, not the day."

 

"... I ... have a hard time leaving the house at all," he offers, with a lopsided smile. "Anxiety disorder, I guess."

 

"...that... explains it, huh." He blinks, then scoots closer so his hips are pressed against Ben's.

 

"... too much information?" He tentatively puts his hand on Martin's knee, kissing his cheek. "... you're... not scary, though."

 

"Nah," Martin grins, spearing a piece of sausage. "...good, I don' want you t' be scared of me." He smiles, dropping his hand to settle it on Ben's, squeezing gently.

 

"... not at all," he says, turning his hand to lace his fingers with Martin's.

 

Martin beams, tipping his glass back and continuing to eat, pleased.

It's going to be a very good night, he's sure of it.