oneshot : blind dates
title: Blind Dates
author: Sharmel
pairing: Billie/Jason
rating: PG-13
summary: "He almost adds about how Tre should stop taking what he says so goddamn seriously but stops himself in time. "
“Tre, really, I don’t think this is really necessary.”
“Nonsense, you’ve been bitching about how you need to go out more, so why not now?”
“When I said I needed to get out more, I didn’t mean set me up on a blind date, dipshit.”
“You’ll thank me later, Billie. Trust me, this guy’s good. We used to be friends back in high school.”
“Wait, this guy?”
“Yeah, his name’s Jason. I think he’s in a band, too, or maybe he used to be. I don’t know, I can’t really remember right now.”
Billie mentally slaps himself as he lets out an exasperated sigh.
“What? You were also bitching about how the women in your life always cramped your style and that they are heartless bitches.”
“But I - you know what, fine. Whatever. I’ll go on one date.”
He almost adds about how Tre should stop taking what he says so goddamn seriously but stops himself in time. Because if he does end up saying that, Tre will probably end up bitching at him for no apparent reason and somehow, he’ll feel guilty and just - he didn’t really want to let this phone conversation drag out.
Tre squees in delight - wait, he fucking squees? - and starts to ramble about what Billie should wear and what they should talk about. After several moments of this, however, Billie gets impatient and just spits out, “Just tell me when and where and what he looks like, dipshit. I don’t need to worry about what clothes I should wear and what we should fucking talk about because hello, this isn’t my first date. I’m not some stupid high school virgin going out for the first time. Jesus, Tre.”
Billie hears a loud ‘hmpf’ to which he can imagine a ‘kicking-a-poor-tiny-puppy’ pout.
With less enthusiasm, Tre mumbles out the address of the café, the date and time of the date, and a brief description of Jason - and by brief, all he describes Jason as a ‘tall-ish dude with curly hair and blue eyes’.
A quiet groan escapes Billie’s lips as he finally snaps his phone shout. Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend - which is over a year ago, by the way - Tre keeps trying to set him up on these ridiculous blind dates. Half of those dates, however, merely have been random pole dancers or strippers with huge tits and - as Tre like to call them - curvalicious asses.
So really, Billie didn’t have high expectation for this blind date. Not at all.
***
Fifteen minutes passes by, and there’s still no sign of Jason. If Billie’s being completely honest, he can’t help but be a little disappointed by Jason’s decision to stand him up. So finally, he takes one last sip of his latte and heads out of the coffee shop. But of course, just as he makes it to the door, he runs into a tall man who has these captivating blue eyes and seems to be in such a rush. Billie stares at those eyes for a few seconds, and he probably would’ve kept staring too, but he’s currently sitting on his ass and everyone is staring at him.
“Hey, sorry about knocking you down like that. I’m here to meet someone, but I’m so terribly late. This guy I knew from high school, who I haven’t talked in years, called me out of the blue half an hour ago saying that there’s this man with green eyes and crazy black hair who wants to meet me here at seven. I was going to hang up the phone but my friend Mike keeps pushing me to go out more, so here I am. And god, I’m sorry, I’ve been told I talk too much.”
Jason shuts his mouth and stares at Billie for another moment. But then adds, “God, here, let me help you up,” and extends his long arms to Billie. Still in shock, Billie lets himself being effortlessly lifted up from being on his ass to a standing position.
Tre, that son of a bitch.
“That guy who called you, it’s Tre, isn’t it?”
Those blue eyes widen in horror, and eventually, he nods his head and those luscious curls on his head falls into his eyes.
“God, I’m sorry. I promise to kick his sorry ass for dragging you here in short notice.”
And almost instantly, that horror in his eyes has been replaced by a spark of interest. A smile finally appears on his lips as he extends his hand towards Billie.
“I’m Jason.”
Billie took it, firmly. Because, contrary to belief, he’s a man, and men shake hands firmly.
“Billie.”
***
The date turns out to be fun. Or maybe Billie just had such low expectations that fun really means: not overly boring, not awkward, not talking about ex-boyfriends (or girlfriends), not talking about doing threesomes - which would be kind’ve awesome now that Billie thinks about it - and lastly, the date turns out to be quite normal. It’s nice.
Yes, it’s nice, he decides.
And they did a lot of talking. Jason’s not awkward and quiet, in fact, he’s quite the character. He likes to chat and keeps the conversation interesting without going past the first date boundaries. And he’s really funny. Jason also makes sure that he doesn’t do all the talking. Because Billie has gone on dates before where his dates keeps going on and on about shit he didn’t care for.
So finally, after several hours at the café which is a surprisingly - to say at the least - long date in Billie’s book, he trusts Jason enough and lets Jason walk him home. Coincidentally enough, the café is only a few blocks from where Billie lived which is a perfectly nice walking distance. And of course, the whole time, they chat happily and before they both knew it, they’re at Billie’s apartment doorstep.
“Well, this is it.”
Billie smiles as they stand under the dim light, face-to-face. But then, he suddenly laughs.
“Doesn’t this all feel so cliché?”
Jason blinks and bursts out laughing at well. They laugh for a few seconds, and Billie decides he likes hearing Jason’s laugh. It has such a hearty ring and it - as much as he hates to admit it because it sounds really fucking girly - makes his heart swell.
“God, it really does. But you know what’ll make it even more cliché?”
“What?”
They stare into each other’s eyes for another moment before Jason leans down and captures Billie’s lips. It’s a soft, gentle kiss, and god, Jason’s lips feels like velvet. And finally, they break away slowly.
“I had a great time Billie.”
Billie smiles.
“So did I.”
Jason reaches out and wraps his long arm around him. He then feels Jason’s arm shove something into the back pocket of his jeans.
“I’d really like it if you’d call me sometime.”
And somehow, Billie is still entranced by Jason’s eyes and lips - those oh-so-kissable lips. By the time Jason’s long gone, Billie’s still standing in the same spot and he realizes he has forgotten to ask for Jason’s phone number. He figures, he can always call Tre but then he’ll be bombarded with questions and he’s not in the mood for that - he never is. But then he remembers his back pocket.
He slips his hand into the pocket and finds a neatly folded paper. Carefully, not to tear it or wrinkle it, he unfolds it.
I had a great time, let’s do this again sometime, alright? Call me.
-Jason
And at the bottom is his phone number.
Can this guy get any better?
Maybe, just maybe, he’ll call and thank Tre for setting him up on a date. But, that can be put on hold for later.
-----
end.
author: Sharmel
pairing: Billie/Jason
rating: PG-13
summary: "He almost adds about how Tre should stop taking what he says so goddamn seriously but stops himself in time. "
“Tre, really, I don’t think this is really necessary.”
“Nonsense, you’ve been bitching about how you need to go out more, so why not now?”
“When I said I needed to get out more, I didn’t mean set me up on a blind date, dipshit.”
“You’ll thank me later, Billie. Trust me, this guy’s good. We used to be friends back in high school.”
“Wait, this guy?”
“Yeah, his name’s Jason. I think he’s in a band, too, or maybe he used to be. I don’t know, I can’t really remember right now.”
Billie mentally slaps himself as he lets out an exasperated sigh.
“What? You were also bitching about how the women in your life always cramped your style and that they are heartless bitches.”
“But I - you know what, fine. Whatever. I’ll go on one date.”
He almost adds about how Tre should stop taking what he says so goddamn seriously but stops himself in time. Because if he does end up saying that, Tre will probably end up bitching at him for no apparent reason and somehow, he’ll feel guilty and just - he didn’t really want to let this phone conversation drag out.
Tre squees in delight - wait, he fucking squees? - and starts to ramble about what Billie should wear and what they should talk about. After several moments of this, however, Billie gets impatient and just spits out, “Just tell me when and where and what he looks like, dipshit. I don’t need to worry about what clothes I should wear and what we should fucking talk about because hello, this isn’t my first date. I’m not some stupid high school virgin going out for the first time. Jesus, Tre.”
Billie hears a loud ‘hmpf’ to which he can imagine a ‘kicking-a-poor-tiny-puppy’ pout.
With less enthusiasm, Tre mumbles out the address of the café, the date and time of the date, and a brief description of Jason - and by brief, all he describes Jason as a ‘tall-ish dude with curly hair and blue eyes’.
A quiet groan escapes Billie’s lips as he finally snaps his phone shout. Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend - which is over a year ago, by the way - Tre keeps trying to set him up on these ridiculous blind dates. Half of those dates, however, merely have been random pole dancers or strippers with huge tits and - as Tre like to call them - curvalicious asses.
So really, Billie didn’t have high expectation for this blind date. Not at all.
***
Fifteen minutes passes by, and there’s still no sign of Jason. If Billie’s being completely honest, he can’t help but be a little disappointed by Jason’s decision to stand him up. So finally, he takes one last sip of his latte and heads out of the coffee shop. But of course, just as he makes it to the door, he runs into a tall man who has these captivating blue eyes and seems to be in such a rush. Billie stares at those eyes for a few seconds, and he probably would’ve kept staring too, but he’s currently sitting on his ass and everyone is staring at him.
“Hey, sorry about knocking you down like that. I’m here to meet someone, but I’m so terribly late. This guy I knew from high school, who I haven’t talked in years, called me out of the blue half an hour ago saying that there’s this man with green eyes and crazy black hair who wants to meet me here at seven. I was going to hang up the phone but my friend Mike keeps pushing me to go out more, so here I am. And god, I’m sorry, I’ve been told I talk too much.”
Jason shuts his mouth and stares at Billie for another moment. But then adds, “God, here, let me help you up,” and extends his long arms to Billie. Still in shock, Billie lets himself being effortlessly lifted up from being on his ass to a standing position.
Tre, that son of a bitch.
“That guy who called you, it’s Tre, isn’t it?”
Those blue eyes widen in horror, and eventually, he nods his head and those luscious curls on his head falls into his eyes.
“God, I’m sorry. I promise to kick his sorry ass for dragging you here in short notice.”
And almost instantly, that horror in his eyes has been replaced by a spark of interest. A smile finally appears on his lips as he extends his hand towards Billie.
“I’m Jason.”
Billie took it, firmly. Because, contrary to belief, he’s a man, and men shake hands firmly.
“Billie.”
***
The date turns out to be fun. Or maybe Billie just had such low expectations that fun really means: not overly boring, not awkward, not talking about ex-boyfriends (or girlfriends), not talking about doing threesomes - which would be kind’ve awesome now that Billie thinks about it - and lastly, the date turns out to be quite normal. It’s nice.
Yes, it’s nice, he decides.
And they did a lot of talking. Jason’s not awkward and quiet, in fact, he’s quite the character. He likes to chat and keeps the conversation interesting without going past the first date boundaries. And he’s really funny. Jason also makes sure that he doesn’t do all the talking. Because Billie has gone on dates before where his dates keeps going on and on about shit he didn’t care for.
So finally, after several hours at the café which is a surprisingly - to say at the least - long date in Billie’s book, he trusts Jason enough and lets Jason walk him home. Coincidentally enough, the café is only a few blocks from where Billie lived which is a perfectly nice walking distance. And of course, the whole time, they chat happily and before they both knew it, they’re at Billie’s apartment doorstep.
“Well, this is it.”
Billie smiles as they stand under the dim light, face-to-face. But then, he suddenly laughs.
“Doesn’t this all feel so cliché?”
Jason blinks and bursts out laughing at well. They laugh for a few seconds, and Billie decides he likes hearing Jason’s laugh. It has such a hearty ring and it - as much as he hates to admit it because it sounds really fucking girly - makes his heart swell.
“God, it really does. But you know what’ll make it even more cliché?”
“What?”
They stare into each other’s eyes for another moment before Jason leans down and captures Billie’s lips. It’s a soft, gentle kiss, and god, Jason’s lips feels like velvet. And finally, they break away slowly.
“I had a great time Billie.”
Billie smiles.
“So did I.”
Jason reaches out and wraps his long arm around him. He then feels Jason’s arm shove something into the back pocket of his jeans.
“I’d really like it if you’d call me sometime.”
And somehow, Billie is still entranced by Jason’s eyes and lips - those oh-so-kissable lips. By the time Jason’s long gone, Billie’s still standing in the same spot and he realizes he has forgotten to ask for Jason’s phone number. He figures, he can always call Tre but then he’ll be bombarded with questions and he’s not in the mood for that - he never is. But then he remembers his back pocket.
He slips his hand into the pocket and finds a neatly folded paper. Carefully, not to tear it or wrinkle it, he unfolds it.
I had a great time, let’s do this again sometime, alright? Call me.
-Jason
And at the bottom is his phone number.
Can this guy get any better?
Maybe, just maybe, he’ll call and thank Tre for setting him up on a date. But, that can be put on hold for later.
-----
end.