RPS, Pierre/David, 18
Fandom: RPS - Simple Plan
Pairing: Pierre/David
Title: Mr. Wonderful [Ch.6]
Theme: 18- Visit at Work
Author: tragicaffairr
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Blind dates are always disasters, or at least that’s how its supposed to go.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
“So…you guys kissed on the Ferris wheel?” Seb raised his eye brows, prompting for David to retell the scene again.
“I swear, Seb, sometimes I think that you’re the gay one, having me tell you every detail anytime I go out with someone and freaking out over the ‘juicy details,’” David laughed as Seb had practically squealed at the retelling of the previous night’s adventure. The other man smiled widely, disregarding the stab at his masculinity.
“But Pierre isn’t just someone now is he?” Seb prodded. David sighed, folding his hands behind his head. And looking up at his stucco ceiling that was uniform for all apartments in the building.
“I don’t know, I mean, we definitely click. Well, I think we click, because I sure as hell haven’t been this happy in a relationship in a while,” David ignored Seb’s mutters of ‘no shit’ as he continued. “We’re taking things slowly, which is good as whenever I rush into things they always seem to fall apart. I’m content with Pierre, Seb. He’s nice, and funny, and he seems to actually care. I think it could work, but right now it feels like we’re just two friends who’ve known each other forever just hanging out.”
“Two friends who like to kiss,” Seb quipped. David rolled his eyes but didn’t answer, as it was true. “And I think taking it slow is good for you David, let’s you have a relationship. You aren’t supposed to go into these things with being under pretenses and expectations, which you usually do, and then just fulfill those expectations without anything else. Relationships are about getting to know the other person and being close to them. Not how much you can get off before getting bored,” Seb lectured.
“Since when did you become the relationship guru, oh single one?” David sarcastically teased, but knew that he did have a tendency to just jump into something with little intention of letting himself open up to the person in any way other than physically. Much of his past relationships had only lasted because of the sex, which he wasn’t exactly happy about. It wasn’t that he was unhappy that he and Pierre hadn’t done anything yet, it was just ground he needed to familiarize himself with. The emotional side of a relationship. “But I guess you’re right. It’d be nice to get close with Pierre.”
“So he isn’t just a somebody?”
“No, Seb, he isn’t,” David responded, amused with how Seb could go from demeanor to demeanor in conversations, usually bordering on childish.
“I have to go to work soon…” Seb mused, letting the statement hang in the air. David didn’t respond, looking at the artwork on his wall. He liked paintings and the occasional photograph. Most of the pictures were of couples, the typical happy couples that were always depicted as the perfect relationship. Staring at one in particular over the couch he was now sprawled on, he imagined himself and Pierre in the scene. He could never picture himself in any of those pieces before, although he had tried when he’d been with other people. It just didn’t work out, but now it was almost simple to easily fit himself and Pierre into the characters of the works. He was absently tracing the people in the work, making a new piece on the canvas of air. Seb just watched his friend, waiting for the other to speak. He didn’t have to wait long for an explanation.
“Do you think I’ll ever be like that?” David asked airily. Seb glanced up at the picture of the two people together, obvious content with each other.
“I’d like to think we all will be, at least temporarily,” he admitted. David turned to look at him.
“But what about me?” David questioned, eyes caught in an unfamiliar emotion with eyebrows furrowed. Before giving the other time to answer, he turned back to staring at the picture and began talking once again. “Now we just need to get you a nice girl so you can practice your own relationship philosophy. You know, Ms. Laventure always had a thing for you…” David smirked as Seb shuddered.
“Oh god, no.” David’s smirk widened at the thought of the old woman who lived down the hall, always trying to lure them into her apartment that smelled of moth balls and melting plastic. The one time they fell for it, as she had used the bribe of and elaborate dinner and dessert that turned out to be microwavable, they were more than eager to escape. She was the crazy old woman with all the cats, minus the felines as it wasn’t allowed to have them in the building and Ms. Laventure was too much of an upstanding citizen to go against the rules. She had taken pride in telling them repeatedly her flawless driving record and lack of encounters with the law as well as how they should be more careful so they wouldn’t ‘tarnish their names’. David and Seb had a hard time not laughing throughout that conversation, David even excusing himself at one point.
“I think it’d be cute. She’d keep you out of trouble and you could serve as a reminder of her dear John. You could definitely put your theory to work there.”
“You’d set me up with her?! After all I’ve done for you?” Seb faked hurt, throwing his hand over his heart with a thump. David pretended to think.
“Well, seeing as ALL of your setups haven’t sucked, I’lll go with that girl in the coffee shop you’re always giving eyes too,” David decided, smiling devilishly at Seb. Seb’s face fell for a moment before he turned pink.
“Y-you noticed that?” he faltered.
“Ooh, Miss Coffee House Girl, I love the coffee here. It’s so rich, especially when you make it. Oh, you don’t make it? Well it’s just so much better when you serve it. Your sweetness must ooze into the very cup I’m drinking from. May I stand up here making a fool out of myself while staring at you as I drink it although there are obviously other customers waiting behind me,” David mocked.
“Shut up, I wasn’t that bad,” Seb defended.
“Right, Mr. Smooth, you floored her with your simile to your dog,” David assured.
“Puppy, not dog. It was insinuating she was cute! You know, like a puppy?” Seb whined. David shook his head. “Like you’re any better! Mr. I-hate-clichés. You wanted to have your first kiss with him at sunset on a Ferris wheel! Where is your creativity? Hmm?” Seb pointed out.
“It isn’t cliché, it’s romantic.”
“Right. Well, I have to get to work,” Seb sighed, getting up. Thinking for a minute, David considered whether or not he wanted to tag along. He hadn’t eaten yet that morning and he wasn’t in the mood to cook for himself.
“I think I’ll come with, I need to eat,” David stated, swinging his legs onto the floor. Seb looked down on him, shaking his head before pulling him up.
“One day you’ll learn to actually use that kitchen of yours for more than the fridge, microwave oven and phone,” he sighed as he balanced David. David smiled sheepishly before shrugging.
“Maybe, but not today. Now let’s go before you’re late and I don’t get a discount for being your brother,” David snickered at their overused tactic.
“Someone’s going to say something eventually and you’ll be out of cheap food and I’ll be out of a job.”
“Well, that isn’t today either. C’mon, before I die from starvation,” David no convincingly threw out, jumping over the couch to get his hoodie.
“Because you’re so weak from malnutrition,” Seb said loudly.
“I’m good at hiding my pain,” David impishly stuck out his tongue, heading down the hall waiting for Seb to close up. Going down the stairs, as he was decided not to be completely lazy and take the elevator, or it could be just to annoy Seb, he made it out to the car first. Seb took his time, smirking at the impatient David who was nearly tapping his foot in agitation.
“Maybe today will be the day you get a car so you don’t have to mooch off of me to get you places,” Seb suggested.
“Maybe today will be the day I snap and go on a homicidal rage, killing the closest person who would,” David gasped overdramatically, “be you. Then I’d just take your keys and car without having to worry about one of my own.” Seb was lost for a response to that so just opened the car, revving it up and watching David eagerly pile in. The ride wasn’t too far, but it would have been a pretty long walk. David figured he’d just hang around the restaurant for a while before checking out the neighboring shops and get a ride back later. Seb parted ways with David at the door, going to the left to check in and get his work shirt. David took a seat at the bar rather than waiting to be seated. He was given a menu almost immediately and fingered through the pages. He could have ordered without even looking, as he knew almost every item on the menu after coming here for so long.
Ordering himself a water, he continued to glance through the pictures in the menu, deciding what he was in the mood for. As he lifted the cup to his mouth, someone jabbed into him from behind, sending him forward. His teeth clanked against the side of the glass, sending the icy contents sloshing slightly onto his jacket. Sputtering out the water, he steadied it and put it down before rounding in his seat. Eyes gleaming in annoyance, he turned to see who had knocked into him. The rage died out almost instantly and he froze, mouth slackened with half formed words.
“I’m sor- David?” Pierre looked shocked himself, obviously flustered by having caused a patron to spill their drink.
“Oh, uh, hey?” David greeted, eyebrows knitting together to show his confused astonishment of Pierre being there.
“Oh, I’m sorry about your drink…” Pierre said, cuing David taking notice of the liquid sinking through the fabric, who then hurriedly grabbed some napkins from the dispenser. As he padded down his jacket and mumbled his dismissals of the event, Pierre smiled softly at him. “You keep turning up everywhere, don‘t you? I have my very own stalker…I‘m flattered yet somehow intimidated.” David blushed, avoiding eye contact. “At least I get a good looking stalker.” David still couldn’t think of anything to say, not witty quips or smart remarks that he was usually stocked with. Pierre found amusement in how easy it was to rouge David’s cheeks as they darkened even more with this lack of words. “So what are you doing here?”
“Me? Seb works here so I tag along sometimes to get the family discount. Being his brother and all,” David admitted, smirking at his revelation of their antics. Pierre rubbed his chin, pretending to think.
“Hmm…brother…this couldn’t just be a tactic to taste my delicious food for a cheaper price, could it?” Pierre rhetorically asked. David blinked rapidly for a moment, processing the information, as if the eye movements had helped him absorb it more thoroughly.
“You’re the cook?” David asked in disbelief.
“I prefer the term chef, it makes me feel important and that I don’t just flip hamburgers on a grill or something,” Pierre teased.
“You cook,” David said in an excited tone. Pierre cocked his head and looked at David, obviously amused.
“Yeah…”
“And here I am, eating microwavable meals where my boyfriend makes some of the best damn food in town. I think I might have to keep you for myself and not let you out of my apartment.” Pierre laughed at David.
“That wouldn’t be much fun, then we couldn’t go out at all,” Pierre stated.
“I think it’d be very fun,” David smiled up at Pierre, eyes dancing playfully. Pierre smiled back, finding himself without words this time.
“As much as I’d like to take you up on your offer, I have to go back to the kitchen before all of these hungry people come after you for stealing away the chef,” Pierre sighed, looking back towards the kitchen. “Have you ordered yet?” he turned back to David.
“No, I was still deciding on what to choose…”
“Great. I’ll be back with something soon. You’ll love it,” Pierre assured, pecking David on the lips before heading back to the kitchen. David watched him, sipping carefully at his water once again. He never figured that Pierre would be the chef. Seb did mention he knew him from work, but David hadn’t really thought of it. He never thought of Pierre’s job at all. It was a surprise to him that Pierre would know how to cook, as he had never known anyone other than his friend Chuck in college that could do more than boil water for pasta. His family was never the ones to make elaborate dinners when he lived there so he never had anyone to learn from. Pierre didn’t really seem the type to be a cook-chef, he corrected. But he never really thought about what ‘type’ a chef is, so it was plausible. This began David on thinking about other aspects of Pierre that he had yet to learn.
What was his favorite color? Favorite food? Did he even have a favorite since he was a cook? What about his family or past? Where does he live? Did he always want to be a chef? What was his favorite thing to do? Those and a million more questions swarmed David. It spooked him a bit at how much he wanted to know everything about Pierre. He wanted to know him and take the time to learn it all. As he was thinking about all of the possibilities of Pierre’s life, he was brought back by a plate being placed in front of him. Shaking his head as if to rid his thoughts, he looked up to see Pierre there again. He had to clench his jaw for a minute a to stop himself from asking every question he could think of. He allowed himself one question.
“What is it?” he asked looking back down at the plate as Pierre took the stool next to him.
“It’s good, try it,” Pierre insisted. David eyed him warily, as his question hadn’t been answered by that. Stabbing some of the cooked vegetables that lined the plate with his fork, he brought them to his mouth, chewing them tentatively. The sauce and seasoning mixed nicely on his tongue, making him let out a noise of appreciation. “You’re right, it is,” he said before taking another bite. Pierre smiled proudly.
“It’s a new dish that we’re thinking of adding on the menu and needed someone’s opinion other than the employees’ here who think everything I make is amazing,” Pierre chuckled. David pointed at the food with his fork, nodding as he swallowed.
“This, this is one of the best things I’ve ever tried. It looks a bit odd, but the taste is great,” David assured. He filled up another fork and held t out to Pierre. Pierre scrunched his face, before turning away slightly and laughing. “Taste it,” David insisted. Pierre rolled his eyes before taking the offered food. Chewing it and dramatically keeping his eyes rolled away, Pierre finished before turning to David who watched him expectantly. “See? It’s good!”
“I made it, I’m obligated to disagree,” Pierre joked. David shook his head, eating some more.
“I’m so going to have to exploit this new knowledge for my advantage,” David warned. “Seb is always on my case about have I have such a nice kitchen and I’ve never learned how to do anything more than boil water and use the microwave oven.” Pierre laughed.
“I’ll put it to good use and make sure you pick up a few things, my kitchen is rather small and al of my friends know me for taking over their kitchens whenever I come over,” Pierre admitted.
“Ah, so not only is it your job but your passion,” David noted.
“What can I say? The food calls to me,” Pierre shrugged, causing David to giggle around the fork of food. “I have to get back to the kitchen again…I’ll be out to check on you later, okay?” Pierre said. David frowned a bit.
“You can’t stay for a bit?” he asked.
“I have work,” Pierre pointed out.
“Oh, yeah. But you better be back,” David warned. Pierre nodded before kissing David on the cheek and leaving him to his food. David looked back at his food and sighed lightly. He understood that Pierre had work to do but was a little disappointed that he couldn’t take a lunch break like they did in the movies. Chuckling to himself, he shook his head at how cliché he was being lately. He’d been wanting things to be ‘just like the movies’ with Pierre since the beginning. While it seemed to be kind of romantic, it sickened his at how typical he was being. Could he not tell reality from those fictitious tales, David questioned himself before eating some more of the dish. He really hoped they put this- whatever this was, on the menu before it was extremely good. He finished it rather quickly and took to examining the decorations of the restaurant- he’d been going there since he was a boy and they still hadn’t updated their décor. It was homey feeling by then, the odd trinkets on the wall that were tokens of times before he was even born made him interested in the history behind all of it. He had always been fond of thing’s history and remembered when he made up a long take when he was about eight that brought together most of the decorations that lined the walls. Now, he was used to them and they seemed to hold no history other than that of the building. He wasn’t sure how long he was just sitting there before Pierre came, but he barely noticed.
“I’ve always liked those pieces, the whole place is like an attic of old stuff,” Pierre stated. David nodded, letting his eyes linger just a little longer before teraing them away.
“I used to make up stories about all of them and how they ended up here when I was younger,” David admitted.
“Really? You must have been a creative kid. I just thought they were weird and didn’t get why they were all hung up around the building,” Pierre replied. David shrugged.
“I really liked the dish, and if it isn’t on the menu by the next time I come here, I’m going to complain,” David announced. Pierre snorted in amusement. “When are you getting off of work?” David asked, hoping that it wouldn’t be too late and end when Seb’s shift did. He was only working the mid-day shift as he’d been working a lot less lately and focusing more on his studies.
“Six,” Pierre informed.
“Oh,” David said, making a face. “Seb only has one shift today.”
“How about you call me after, say, six thirty if you still want to do anything,” Pierre suggested.
“Yeah, that’d be good,” David affirmed. Pierre smiled before leaning down to kiss David. The kiss lingered, letting David relish the feel of Pierre near him. It wasn’t the sloppy open mouth kiss that he was used to, but it conveyed more emotion than any of those ever did. At that moment, it didn’t matter to him anymore that they were taking things slower than he normally liked. It was comfortable and everything just seemed to fit, and David wouldn’t want anything more in the world than for Pierre’s lips to just stay like that against his. Smiling into the kiss, David pulled back first to watch the warm hues of Pierre’s eyes swirl as they kept the proximity. They seemed to just be enjoying each other’s warm breath and content eyes before Pierre placed a final peck on David’s lips.
“See you later,” Pierre said, before he began his walk back to the kitchen. A shot of alarm went through David at a realization.
“Pierre, wait!” he called after him. Pierre stopped, people bustling in between them. “I…I don’t know your phone number,” David admitted sheepishly. Pierre smiled widely, brushing past the people back to David’s spot. Grabbing a napkin, he scrawled it out in bubbly numbers before sliding it over to David.
“There, now I really have to go back before they notice.” David kissed him one last time before smiling and waving him off. Turning back to his water, he took a sip, smiling over the rim. Watching Pierre sift through the people and back into the kitchen, he sighed happily. He caught Seb looking at him from where he was carrying a platter of food, his eyes sparkling knowingly as he sent David a wink. David rolled his eyes and flipped him off, earning a large smile from Seb and David would bet he was laughing. Getting his check, he left enough to cover it before sliding off of his stool and pocketing Pierre‘s number. The place was getting crowded and it was obvious Pierre wouldn’t be able to visit him again without getting in trouble. Heading out the door, he worked his way down the street, passing the all too familiar shops he had planned on visiting, now preoccupied with thoughts of what exactly he was going to do later and the contentment that came with being with Pierre.
He ended up in a local park and lost track of time seeing as Seb had to call him to see if he walked back. David sheepishly told him his whereabouts and Seb came to pick him up. David’s cheeks and nose were pink when he got into the car and neither said anything momentarily.
“He’s the chef,” David announced. Seb glanced at him for a moment before bringing his eyes back to the road.
“Gee, I just work with the guy so I never knew that,” Seb responded. David glared.
“You didn’t tell me he was the chef! Now I need to buy things for him too cook. Maybe he’ll be able to teach me a few things.”
“Has this sparked a new interest in that kitchen of yours?”
“Shut up, you can’t cook either. I mean, how hard can it be? All you need to do is buy the food and cook it, right?”
“I guess it’s that simple. So now all you need to do is actually have things that aren’t microwaveable or pre-made.”
“Yeah, simple.”
“David.”
“Yeah?”
“You know you buy those things at a supermarket, right?”
“Asshole,” David squealed, slapping Seb’s arm who was laughing. David turned pink slightly before resting his head against the window. Smiling, he glanced at the illuminated clock on the dashboard. Looking back outside again, he hoped that seven would come sooner.
Pairing: Pierre/David
Title: Mr. Wonderful [Ch.6]
Theme: 18- Visit at Work
Author: tragicaffairr
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Blind dates are always disasters, or at least that’s how its supposed to go.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
“So…you guys kissed on the Ferris wheel?” Seb raised his eye brows, prompting for David to retell the scene again.
“I swear, Seb, sometimes I think that you’re the gay one, having me tell you every detail anytime I go out with someone and freaking out over the ‘juicy details,’” David laughed as Seb had practically squealed at the retelling of the previous night’s adventure. The other man smiled widely, disregarding the stab at his masculinity.
“But Pierre isn’t just someone now is he?” Seb prodded. David sighed, folding his hands behind his head. And looking up at his stucco ceiling that was uniform for all apartments in the building.
“I don’t know, I mean, we definitely click. Well, I think we click, because I sure as hell haven’t been this happy in a relationship in a while,” David ignored Seb’s mutters of ‘no shit’ as he continued. “We’re taking things slowly, which is good as whenever I rush into things they always seem to fall apart. I’m content with Pierre, Seb. He’s nice, and funny, and he seems to actually care. I think it could work, but right now it feels like we’re just two friends who’ve known each other forever just hanging out.”
“Two friends who like to kiss,” Seb quipped. David rolled his eyes but didn’t answer, as it was true. “And I think taking it slow is good for you David, let’s you have a relationship. You aren’t supposed to go into these things with being under pretenses and expectations, which you usually do, and then just fulfill those expectations without anything else. Relationships are about getting to know the other person and being close to them. Not how much you can get off before getting bored,” Seb lectured.
“Since when did you become the relationship guru, oh single one?” David sarcastically teased, but knew that he did have a tendency to just jump into something with little intention of letting himself open up to the person in any way other than physically. Much of his past relationships had only lasted because of the sex, which he wasn’t exactly happy about. It wasn’t that he was unhappy that he and Pierre hadn’t done anything yet, it was just ground he needed to familiarize himself with. The emotional side of a relationship. “But I guess you’re right. It’d be nice to get close with Pierre.”
“So he isn’t just a somebody?”
“No, Seb, he isn’t,” David responded, amused with how Seb could go from demeanor to demeanor in conversations, usually bordering on childish.
“I have to go to work soon…” Seb mused, letting the statement hang in the air. David didn’t respond, looking at the artwork on his wall. He liked paintings and the occasional photograph. Most of the pictures were of couples, the typical happy couples that were always depicted as the perfect relationship. Staring at one in particular over the couch he was now sprawled on, he imagined himself and Pierre in the scene. He could never picture himself in any of those pieces before, although he had tried when he’d been with other people. It just didn’t work out, but now it was almost simple to easily fit himself and Pierre into the characters of the works. He was absently tracing the people in the work, making a new piece on the canvas of air. Seb just watched his friend, waiting for the other to speak. He didn’t have to wait long for an explanation.
“Do you think I’ll ever be like that?” David asked airily. Seb glanced up at the picture of the two people together, obvious content with each other.
“I’d like to think we all will be, at least temporarily,” he admitted. David turned to look at him.
“But what about me?” David questioned, eyes caught in an unfamiliar emotion with eyebrows furrowed. Before giving the other time to answer, he turned back to staring at the picture and began talking once again. “Now we just need to get you a nice girl so you can practice your own relationship philosophy. You know, Ms. Laventure always had a thing for you…” David smirked as Seb shuddered.
“Oh god, no.” David’s smirk widened at the thought of the old woman who lived down the hall, always trying to lure them into her apartment that smelled of moth balls and melting plastic. The one time they fell for it, as she had used the bribe of and elaborate dinner and dessert that turned out to be microwavable, they were more than eager to escape. She was the crazy old woman with all the cats, minus the felines as it wasn’t allowed to have them in the building and Ms. Laventure was too much of an upstanding citizen to go against the rules. She had taken pride in telling them repeatedly her flawless driving record and lack of encounters with the law as well as how they should be more careful so they wouldn’t ‘tarnish their names’. David and Seb had a hard time not laughing throughout that conversation, David even excusing himself at one point.
“I think it’d be cute. She’d keep you out of trouble and you could serve as a reminder of her dear John. You could definitely put your theory to work there.”
“You’d set me up with her?! After all I’ve done for you?” Seb faked hurt, throwing his hand over his heart with a thump. David pretended to think.
“Well, seeing as ALL of your setups haven’t sucked, I’lll go with that girl in the coffee shop you’re always giving eyes too,” David decided, smiling devilishly at Seb. Seb’s face fell for a moment before he turned pink.
“Y-you noticed that?” he faltered.
“Ooh, Miss Coffee House Girl, I love the coffee here. It’s so rich, especially when you make it. Oh, you don’t make it? Well it’s just so much better when you serve it. Your sweetness must ooze into the very cup I’m drinking from. May I stand up here making a fool out of myself while staring at you as I drink it although there are obviously other customers waiting behind me,” David mocked.
“Shut up, I wasn’t that bad,” Seb defended.
“Right, Mr. Smooth, you floored her with your simile to your dog,” David assured.
“Puppy, not dog. It was insinuating she was cute! You know, like a puppy?” Seb whined. David shook his head. “Like you’re any better! Mr. I-hate-clichés. You wanted to have your first kiss with him at sunset on a Ferris wheel! Where is your creativity? Hmm?” Seb pointed out.
“It isn’t cliché, it’s romantic.”
“Right. Well, I have to get to work,” Seb sighed, getting up. Thinking for a minute, David considered whether or not he wanted to tag along. He hadn’t eaten yet that morning and he wasn’t in the mood to cook for himself.
“I think I’ll come with, I need to eat,” David stated, swinging his legs onto the floor. Seb looked down on him, shaking his head before pulling him up.
“One day you’ll learn to actually use that kitchen of yours for more than the fridge, microwave oven and phone,” he sighed as he balanced David. David smiled sheepishly before shrugging.
“Maybe, but not today. Now let’s go before you’re late and I don’t get a discount for being your brother,” David snickered at their overused tactic.
“Someone’s going to say something eventually and you’ll be out of cheap food and I’ll be out of a job.”
“Well, that isn’t today either. C’mon, before I die from starvation,” David no convincingly threw out, jumping over the couch to get his hoodie.
“Because you’re so weak from malnutrition,” Seb said loudly.
“I’m good at hiding my pain,” David impishly stuck out his tongue, heading down the hall waiting for Seb to close up. Going down the stairs, as he was decided not to be completely lazy and take the elevator, or it could be just to annoy Seb, he made it out to the car first. Seb took his time, smirking at the impatient David who was nearly tapping his foot in agitation.
“Maybe today will be the day you get a car so you don’t have to mooch off of me to get you places,” Seb suggested.
“Maybe today will be the day I snap and go on a homicidal rage, killing the closest person who would,” David gasped overdramatically, “be you. Then I’d just take your keys and car without having to worry about one of my own.” Seb was lost for a response to that so just opened the car, revving it up and watching David eagerly pile in. The ride wasn’t too far, but it would have been a pretty long walk. David figured he’d just hang around the restaurant for a while before checking out the neighboring shops and get a ride back later. Seb parted ways with David at the door, going to the left to check in and get his work shirt. David took a seat at the bar rather than waiting to be seated. He was given a menu almost immediately and fingered through the pages. He could have ordered without even looking, as he knew almost every item on the menu after coming here for so long.
Ordering himself a water, he continued to glance through the pictures in the menu, deciding what he was in the mood for. As he lifted the cup to his mouth, someone jabbed into him from behind, sending him forward. His teeth clanked against the side of the glass, sending the icy contents sloshing slightly onto his jacket. Sputtering out the water, he steadied it and put it down before rounding in his seat. Eyes gleaming in annoyance, he turned to see who had knocked into him. The rage died out almost instantly and he froze, mouth slackened with half formed words.
“I’m sor- David?” Pierre looked shocked himself, obviously flustered by having caused a patron to spill their drink.
“Oh, uh, hey?” David greeted, eyebrows knitting together to show his confused astonishment of Pierre being there.
“Oh, I’m sorry about your drink…” Pierre said, cuing David taking notice of the liquid sinking through the fabric, who then hurriedly grabbed some napkins from the dispenser. As he padded down his jacket and mumbled his dismissals of the event, Pierre smiled softly at him. “You keep turning up everywhere, don‘t you? I have my very own stalker…I‘m flattered yet somehow intimidated.” David blushed, avoiding eye contact. “At least I get a good looking stalker.” David still couldn’t think of anything to say, not witty quips or smart remarks that he was usually stocked with. Pierre found amusement in how easy it was to rouge David’s cheeks as they darkened even more with this lack of words. “So what are you doing here?”
“Me? Seb works here so I tag along sometimes to get the family discount. Being his brother and all,” David admitted, smirking at his revelation of their antics. Pierre rubbed his chin, pretending to think.
“Hmm…brother…this couldn’t just be a tactic to taste my delicious food for a cheaper price, could it?” Pierre rhetorically asked. David blinked rapidly for a moment, processing the information, as if the eye movements had helped him absorb it more thoroughly.
“You’re the cook?” David asked in disbelief.
“I prefer the term chef, it makes me feel important and that I don’t just flip hamburgers on a grill or something,” Pierre teased.
“You cook,” David said in an excited tone. Pierre cocked his head and looked at David, obviously amused.
“Yeah…”
“And here I am, eating microwavable meals where my boyfriend makes some of the best damn food in town. I think I might have to keep you for myself and not let you out of my apartment.” Pierre laughed at David.
“That wouldn’t be much fun, then we couldn’t go out at all,” Pierre stated.
“I think it’d be very fun,” David smiled up at Pierre, eyes dancing playfully. Pierre smiled back, finding himself without words this time.
“As much as I’d like to take you up on your offer, I have to go back to the kitchen before all of these hungry people come after you for stealing away the chef,” Pierre sighed, looking back towards the kitchen. “Have you ordered yet?” he turned back to David.
“No, I was still deciding on what to choose…”
“Great. I’ll be back with something soon. You’ll love it,” Pierre assured, pecking David on the lips before heading back to the kitchen. David watched him, sipping carefully at his water once again. He never figured that Pierre would be the chef. Seb did mention he knew him from work, but David hadn’t really thought of it. He never thought of Pierre’s job at all. It was a surprise to him that Pierre would know how to cook, as he had never known anyone other than his friend Chuck in college that could do more than boil water for pasta. His family was never the ones to make elaborate dinners when he lived there so he never had anyone to learn from. Pierre didn’t really seem the type to be a cook-chef, he corrected. But he never really thought about what ‘type’ a chef is, so it was plausible. This began David on thinking about other aspects of Pierre that he had yet to learn.
What was his favorite color? Favorite food? Did he even have a favorite since he was a cook? What about his family or past? Where does he live? Did he always want to be a chef? What was his favorite thing to do? Those and a million more questions swarmed David. It spooked him a bit at how much he wanted to know everything about Pierre. He wanted to know him and take the time to learn it all. As he was thinking about all of the possibilities of Pierre’s life, he was brought back by a plate being placed in front of him. Shaking his head as if to rid his thoughts, he looked up to see Pierre there again. He had to clench his jaw for a minute a to stop himself from asking every question he could think of. He allowed himself one question.
“What is it?” he asked looking back down at the plate as Pierre took the stool next to him.
“It’s good, try it,” Pierre insisted. David eyed him warily, as his question hadn’t been answered by that. Stabbing some of the cooked vegetables that lined the plate with his fork, he brought them to his mouth, chewing them tentatively. The sauce and seasoning mixed nicely on his tongue, making him let out a noise of appreciation. “You’re right, it is,” he said before taking another bite. Pierre smiled proudly.
“It’s a new dish that we’re thinking of adding on the menu and needed someone’s opinion other than the employees’ here who think everything I make is amazing,” Pierre chuckled. David pointed at the food with his fork, nodding as he swallowed.
“This, this is one of the best things I’ve ever tried. It looks a bit odd, but the taste is great,” David assured. He filled up another fork and held t out to Pierre. Pierre scrunched his face, before turning away slightly and laughing. “Taste it,” David insisted. Pierre rolled his eyes before taking the offered food. Chewing it and dramatically keeping his eyes rolled away, Pierre finished before turning to David who watched him expectantly. “See? It’s good!”
“I made it, I’m obligated to disagree,” Pierre joked. David shook his head, eating some more.
“I’m so going to have to exploit this new knowledge for my advantage,” David warned. “Seb is always on my case about have I have such a nice kitchen and I’ve never learned how to do anything more than boil water and use the microwave oven.” Pierre laughed.
“I’ll put it to good use and make sure you pick up a few things, my kitchen is rather small and al of my friends know me for taking over their kitchens whenever I come over,” Pierre admitted.
“Ah, so not only is it your job but your passion,” David noted.
“What can I say? The food calls to me,” Pierre shrugged, causing David to giggle around the fork of food. “I have to get back to the kitchen again…I’ll be out to check on you later, okay?” Pierre said. David frowned a bit.
“You can’t stay for a bit?” he asked.
“I have work,” Pierre pointed out.
“Oh, yeah. But you better be back,” David warned. Pierre nodded before kissing David on the cheek and leaving him to his food. David looked back at his food and sighed lightly. He understood that Pierre had work to do but was a little disappointed that he couldn’t take a lunch break like they did in the movies. Chuckling to himself, he shook his head at how cliché he was being lately. He’d been wanting things to be ‘just like the movies’ with Pierre since the beginning. While it seemed to be kind of romantic, it sickened his at how typical he was being. Could he not tell reality from those fictitious tales, David questioned himself before eating some more of the dish. He really hoped they put this- whatever this was, on the menu before it was extremely good. He finished it rather quickly and took to examining the decorations of the restaurant- he’d been going there since he was a boy and they still hadn’t updated their décor. It was homey feeling by then, the odd trinkets on the wall that were tokens of times before he was even born made him interested in the history behind all of it. He had always been fond of thing’s history and remembered when he made up a long take when he was about eight that brought together most of the decorations that lined the walls. Now, he was used to them and they seemed to hold no history other than that of the building. He wasn’t sure how long he was just sitting there before Pierre came, but he barely noticed.
“I’ve always liked those pieces, the whole place is like an attic of old stuff,” Pierre stated. David nodded, letting his eyes linger just a little longer before teraing them away.
“I used to make up stories about all of them and how they ended up here when I was younger,” David admitted.
“Really? You must have been a creative kid. I just thought they were weird and didn’t get why they were all hung up around the building,” Pierre replied. David shrugged.
“I really liked the dish, and if it isn’t on the menu by the next time I come here, I’m going to complain,” David announced. Pierre snorted in amusement. “When are you getting off of work?” David asked, hoping that it wouldn’t be too late and end when Seb’s shift did. He was only working the mid-day shift as he’d been working a lot less lately and focusing more on his studies.
“Six,” Pierre informed.
“Oh,” David said, making a face. “Seb only has one shift today.”
“How about you call me after, say, six thirty if you still want to do anything,” Pierre suggested.
“Yeah, that’d be good,” David affirmed. Pierre smiled before leaning down to kiss David. The kiss lingered, letting David relish the feel of Pierre near him. It wasn’t the sloppy open mouth kiss that he was used to, but it conveyed more emotion than any of those ever did. At that moment, it didn’t matter to him anymore that they were taking things slower than he normally liked. It was comfortable and everything just seemed to fit, and David wouldn’t want anything more in the world than for Pierre’s lips to just stay like that against his. Smiling into the kiss, David pulled back first to watch the warm hues of Pierre’s eyes swirl as they kept the proximity. They seemed to just be enjoying each other’s warm breath and content eyes before Pierre placed a final peck on David’s lips.
“See you later,” Pierre said, before he began his walk back to the kitchen. A shot of alarm went through David at a realization.
“Pierre, wait!” he called after him. Pierre stopped, people bustling in between them. “I…I don’t know your phone number,” David admitted sheepishly. Pierre smiled widely, brushing past the people back to David’s spot. Grabbing a napkin, he scrawled it out in bubbly numbers before sliding it over to David.
“There, now I really have to go back before they notice.” David kissed him one last time before smiling and waving him off. Turning back to his water, he took a sip, smiling over the rim. Watching Pierre sift through the people and back into the kitchen, he sighed happily. He caught Seb looking at him from where he was carrying a platter of food, his eyes sparkling knowingly as he sent David a wink. David rolled his eyes and flipped him off, earning a large smile from Seb and David would bet he was laughing. Getting his check, he left enough to cover it before sliding off of his stool and pocketing Pierre‘s number. The place was getting crowded and it was obvious Pierre wouldn’t be able to visit him again without getting in trouble. Heading out the door, he worked his way down the street, passing the all too familiar shops he had planned on visiting, now preoccupied with thoughts of what exactly he was going to do later and the contentment that came with being with Pierre.
He ended up in a local park and lost track of time seeing as Seb had to call him to see if he walked back. David sheepishly told him his whereabouts and Seb came to pick him up. David’s cheeks and nose were pink when he got into the car and neither said anything momentarily.
“He’s the chef,” David announced. Seb glanced at him for a moment before bringing his eyes back to the road.
“Gee, I just work with the guy so I never knew that,” Seb responded. David glared.
“You didn’t tell me he was the chef! Now I need to buy things for him too cook. Maybe he’ll be able to teach me a few things.”
“Has this sparked a new interest in that kitchen of yours?”
“Shut up, you can’t cook either. I mean, how hard can it be? All you need to do is buy the food and cook it, right?”
“I guess it’s that simple. So now all you need to do is actually have things that aren’t microwaveable or pre-made.”
“Yeah, simple.”
“David.”
“Yeah?”
“You know you buy those things at a supermarket, right?”
“Asshole,” David squealed, slapping Seb’s arm who was laughing. David turned pink slightly before resting his head against the window. Smiling, he glanced at the illuminated clock on the dashboard. Looking back outside again, he hoped that seven would come sooner.