a french fry

#sam #texts #aw no dont be sorry :*

[text] shit, man, I'm sorry. Are you okay now?

[text] I'm just worried about her. She's been doing better lately. just do whatever she needs you to do.

[text] don't hurt her again, man.

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[text] hey, is this Sam Ellison? This is Evan Chevalier, your Eng. Lit. Professor, remember me?

[text] Hey, Professor Chevalier! Yeah, I do! How have you been??

[text] I've been okay, Sam, really. How are you? We missed you.

[text] look, man, I gotta tell you something, and I'm not gonna beat around the bush either. You gotta give Gigi space and time to process the fact that you're back. She was a mess when you left. Don't do this to her again, man, she doesn't deserve the shit you dumped on her.

#sam #hiii #texts

(Text) Hey French fry when are you and the Demi god free for dinner with me and riddles? let me know fanx

[text] shit, Demi-god. That’s a good one.

[text] how about Friday, can you do Friday?

misterwindsor

(text) How could you not come up with that on your own? you teach literature!!

(Text) Lemme ask the mrs but Friday should be fine.

[text] I teach literature. Post-modernism, not semantics, jackass

[text] how's Ridley?

#ben #texts

Evan didn’t want them to get too competitive—he didn’t know how often or how much Dem usually ran (honestly, he’d never thought to ask him), and he kinda wanted them to be on an even keel and do this together—so they chose a comfortable, steady pace; the trail they were doing was kinda long and rough, too, and it was cold today so he wasn’t really in the mood to go all out there.

They were both pretty fit and fast so, unsurprisingly, they ended up going all the way up to the botanical gardens before making a stop to drink some water. “You okay?” he asked breathlessly, peering through the trees; the flat rectangle of grey road he could see beyond the park behind the gardens was already drumming with light rain, and he wondered if they could run all the way back to the park to take the subway again. “Nice pace.” he huffed a breathless laugh, holding his hand up over his eyes to blink at him through the rain. He had sweated and his cheeks were flushed with color and hot to the touch even in the growing morning chill and he was slightly shivering under the pulse of the rain against his back and neck. He handed his water bottle to Dem, reaching out to affectionately pinch his cheek.

Demetri stood next to him at the top. He was a little breathless, smiling over at his boyfriend. He enjoyed having a running buddy, other than his dog. Pav could only run so far. It was nice, running at a nice even pace, not worrying about one out running the other, or holding back to stay even. It seemed like an equal match.

He huffed a small laugh and took the water from him. “I’m fine. I haven’t gone running since the summer. At least outdoors.” He snaked an arm around his waist, squeezing him a little. Demetri kissed him softly, looking out at the view. “You run faster than Pav, and longer. Pretty sure you help my cardio on almost a daily basis,” he smirked a little.

"Mmm, you're welcome" he exhaled sharply against his lips, pressing sweet little kisses to his mouth before stealing the water bottle from him again to take another long sip of water, prior to handing it back to his boyfriend with a playful smile.

The enfolding silence was kind of unsettling in an odd sort of way-- he felt like it had a frequency all its own—like the ground was vibrating, humming beneath their feet-- but the morning breeze was cool and soothing on their skin and the view was absolutely gorgeous, so he wasn't complaining. Vines grew thick here; low-growing plants, ferns, chunky saplings, and shrubs were densely growing beneath taller trees, thickly crowded, branches and leaves closely and firmly compacted together, creating a thick, wet-bone canopy above their heads, permitting little light to pass through. Evan blinked at the willow just behind Dem, then he lazily moved towards it, reached inside his pocket on a whim to pull out his keys.

The wood was swollen and soft with the rain, and he gouged Dem's name in deep, in pointed pale letters, as deep as the sharp edges of his key would go, ran his fingers over the splintery result so that it came away clean.

Demetri rolled his eyes. “Yes really. I don’t really want a drink, I just wanted food,” though he still took the bottle for a drink, setting it on the table and looking at the jalapeño poppers. “I do like spicy food ya know. I do eat more than just italian foods.” He shook his head, smirking a little at him. “Forty huh? Seems pretty damn old to me. Ancient even.”

He would just have to make a joke of it. “yeah, it’s an antique. Right?” he shot back playfully—he was honestly feeling inexplicably amused right now. “like me. C’mon, Caskett, keep up. You’re lagging behind” he pointed an accusing finger at him before moving back to the island to place his hands on top of it. “And rein in that little ego while you’re at it.” he shot him a particularly heated look and the corner of his lips twitched up, a spritely expression. The mood was equally playful and sensual, thick with the intensity of their attraction; it ignited a thrilling sensation beneath his skin, deep within the cavity of his chest. His body pulsed with it. “So? Where’s your whiskey, doctor?” he arched an eyebrow, leaning towards him prior to pushing the plate with the crackers and the jalapeños toward Dem to eat. “It’s our anniversary, right? Spoil me” his eyebrows rose suggestively.

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Demetri was a bit confused. He didn't protest though, just taking a quick shower when he finally set down his notes. He fixed up his hair a little, priding himself in it. He threw on a nice pair of dark jeans, and a dark red button up shirt, one he had worn to work. In fact, now that he was looking at it, he was pretty sure it was Evan's shirt.

He made it there a few minutes after three, having gotten stuck in traffic. He found Evan's car and knocked on the window, opening up the door. "Hey, so how much for the night sexy?" He smirked a little and got in, taking the cup from between his legs and putting it in the cup holder. "You know they have these neat little holes in the center of the car like this. Funny story, they're for your drinks. You smell like coffee," he leaned in to kiss him. "So what's so special I had to dress up Mr I'm not gay but dress casual chic."

“hey—,” he smiled, visibly lighting up the instant he saw him, vaguely amused, but soon he was catching on and playing along with him. “yeah, I don’t bat for your team, sweetheart” he smiled a little to himself, reaching up to brush some of Dem’s hair (in an instinctive act of affection) behind his ear. His eyes followed the motion of his hand, drawing back only to trace a path across the contours of Dem’s lips. “Smartass. Come on,” he slapped his thigh, “can’t tell you—it’s a surprise” he winked at him and, for a moment, he stared, entirely enamored with him, before getting out of the car.

Either way, his heart fluttered both anxiously and expectantly in his chest as he opened the passenger door for Dem to get out, like the old school gentleman that he was.

(Text) Hey French fry when are you and the Demi god free for dinner with me and riddles? let me know fanx

[text] shit, Demi-god. That's a good one. [text] how about Friday, can you do Friday?

Demetri opened the door, kissing back a bit surprised. He was tired, but instantly happy when he saw Evan. Times like these, he was happy he didn't have a roommate. Evan could come and go as he pleased. They could be quiet and sleep peacefully, or be as loud as they wanted (within reason).

He shook his head. "I have wine, and a little vodka I think." He rubbed his eyes, running fingers through his hair before he sat down at the table, arms resting on top. He loved how easily they could rummage through each other's homes without worry, feeling as if it were their own, especially Demetri's apartment as he didn't share.

"At one point I was an alcoholic, for like, a year or so. Most of the time I only keep wine here. Sometimes vodka for when need be. I have whiskey here for you though. Cause some people can't handle big boy drinks," he smirked a little, paying no mind to what he just admitted to his boyfriend.

When Dem said that he had been kinda addicted to alcohol, Evan paused for half a second, doing a double take. "Really?" he asked, taking a long sip of the bourbon, straight from the bottle, relishing the way it ran down his throat. “I can handle big boy drinks, sweetheart. Wanna try me?” he observed Dem’s movements with burgeoning interest. “There’s food, too” he indicated the jalapeño poppers and cheese crackers he’d brought, “not sure spicy food’s your kind of thing but it goes well with bourbon” he playfully raised the bottle. “—and it’s good bourbon, Caskett. Like…40 years old-good” he informed him, a playful gleam in his eyes. “May I interest you in some real big boy drinks?”

Demetri smiled. “I’m not too cold. It’ll be better when we start running.” He leaned into him. “We need more lube for starters. See what else catches our eye.”

Evan didn’t want them to get too competitive—he didn’t know how often or how much Dem usually ran (honestly, he’d never thought to ask him), and he kinda wanted them to be on an even keel and do this together—so they chose a comfortable, steady pace; the trail they were doing was kinda long and rough, too, and it was cold today so he wasn’t really in the mood to go all out there.

They were both pretty fit and fast so, unsurprisingly, they ended up going all the way up to the botanical gardens before making a stop to drink some water. “You okay?” he asked breathlessly, peering through the trees; the flat rectangle of grey road he could see beyond the park behind the gardens was already drumming with light rain, and he wondered if they could run all the way back to the park to take the subway again. “Nice pace.” he huffed a breathless laugh, holding his hand up over his eyes to blink at him through the rain. He had sweated and his cheeks were flushed with color and hot to the touch even in the growing morning chill and he was slightly shivering under the pulse of the rain against his back and neck. He handed his water bottle to Dem, reaching out to affectionately pinch his cheek.

#'casual chic' evan u are so gay.#dem #oops i did the thing I HAD A LOT OF MUSE #ok uni now more later

[ 4 hours ago ] [text] hey, do me a favor? meet me at Trabert & Hoeffer on East Oak Street at 3? [text] I'm sending you the address, okay? Let me know if you can make it, I may or may not have a surprise for you ;) [text] Trabert & Hoeffer 111 East Oak Street [text] PS wear something nice. not, like, formal-nice. just casual chic, I guess

So, maybe, Evan kinda wanted to spoil Dem. Maybe. Kinda. A little. For one, he was still feeling incredibly guilty for all the shit that had gone down between them this week; from the whole Gigi thing to the little display of jealousy he had unfairly pulled on him the other day, they had definitely gone through a rough patch, to say the least, and maybe, Evan could have done something to spare them both the bullshit misunderstandings and inevitable hurt feelings that came with it, but he just hadn't; ergo, he was still feeling exceptionally contrite and regretful, which was part of the reason why he was overly willing to go big (as in, extravagantly big) on their almost-anniversary gift; because, honestly, let's be real for a second. Evan Chevalier would never willingly pass up the chance to lavish Dem with both emotional and physical affection and gifts; he didn't particularly enjoy unnecessarily flaunting his wealth. He just honestly enjoyed spoiling Dem in every way that he possibly could and as often as possible; the more often, the better. He thrived on taking care of him; he didn't even know why it made him feel so incredibly good, it just did. It was just sort of his thing; he thoroughly, and unabashedly, revelled in it, too.

For two, to put it bluntly, Dem deserved this. They'd (officially) been together for a little over a month now and, apparently, Dem took the whole thing seriously (not that Evan didn't, it was just that it seemed that the fact that they were still together, meant a lot to Dem). It was nice, knowing how much this whole anniversary thing meant to him, too, and he definitely took keen pleasure in it.

So, it was currently a little after 3:00 pm, and Evan was waiting in his car for Dem to get there, just a couple of blocks away, where he'd parked, absently thumbing at his phone and going through his emails, a half empty cup of vanilla latte macchiato resting between his thighs.

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"You’re so gross." She laughed, kicking him lightly as she took another bite and shook her head. "Shut up." She made a face. "I haven’t eaten this much of anything in forever so clearly you put drugs or something in them."

"Sorry if my smiling offends you Mr. Grumpy Gills." She stuck her tongue out at him and sat back against the couch, crossing her legs under her as he nudged her knee

#you cant stop me xoxo #cranking out starters before going back to my dorm b/c i'll be mobile until thursday :'(#dem

"--yeah, or something" he bit back, shrugged, amusement flashing across his face. Honestly, he had missed this more than anything; just being with her, watching trashy TV shows and stuffing their faces with shit he'd never eat if she wasn't around to pretty much talk him into it--in all honestly, he'd been eating less healthy lately. It was probably Dem's fault, too; Dem loved food and, god, he was a damn good cook, so, certainly a bad influence on Evan and his 35-year old metabolism.

"your face offends me" was his incisive retort, complete with a nose scrunch. "where's your boyfriend, anyway? are you sure he's not like, in your imagination?" he teased her, smiling hard through a mouthful of chili.

#gigi

Kat: I guess sarcasm doesn't transfer through texts very well...

Evan: nah it does

Evan: I mean what's wrong with his timing?

#texts #katherine

What’s better than pickled jalapeño poppers, half a bottle of 1970 vintage bourbon and cheese crackers at 4:00 am in the morning? Virtually, nothing—Evan logic, but honestly, who could blame him? He’d been lying in bed, tossing and turning in a pathetic attempt to force himself to fall asleep for what felt like hours, until Dem had texted him about their apparent 1 month anniversary which Evan found absolutely and wholly endearing—it put a smile on his face, and it made his skin prickle with heat. Come on; this warranted a celebration in and of itself.

Needless to say, he was feeling wholly exhausted abd listless, but that didn’t deter him from walking all the way to the second floor to spend the night at his boyfriend’s apartment (again)—contrary to popular belief, Evan was 100% good times, thank you very much; he could be shockingly unpredictable too which, he supposed, was a good thing, more often than not.

The moment that Dem opened the door, he was kissing him hard and quick, with every emotion that stirred beneath his skin; the longing, the passion, the love, the need—god, the need; he honestly felt like he couldn’t sleep in his bed alone anymore—it just felt too big, too empty. Too wrong; so he was currently buzzing with playful excitement, all smiles and teasing kisses. All of that - and more - came flooding from his mouth in a metaphorical tidal wave of hunger and playfulness; his hands were full, or he’d have definitely been pulling him closer, too.

"I missed you so much" was the breath he took upon his lips before they collided again, then again, hungrier and more intensely this time, and it was kinda ridiculous, kinda silly, too -- he had just seen him less than 24 hours ago -- but it was honestly how he felt.

He set the food down on the counter-top with the bottle of bourbon before he stole away to the fridge for more 'drinking essentials', namely, more booze. "Now, I don't want to hear any complains about how my booze's not as good as yours, Caskett" he ventured, scooting the bottle of bourbon he had toward Dem. "Do you have tequila?" he asked, glancing at him.

nyc-santa

I won free cookies at Insomnia Cookie for a year. Basically I can get 20 cookies a week without needing to pay a cent. You don’t understand how good life is right now. Insomnia Cookies man.. I may drawl just thinking about them.

Sounds serious. Evan couldn't blame her. To say that Insomnia cookies were pretty fucking delicious would be a grave understatement; he'd probably be just as excited as she was, if not more, if he was her right now. "Lucky you. What flavor?" he asked conversationally, smiling pleasantly.

#raven

Demetri nodded, taking a step closer to him to grab his hand as they walked. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He smiled and walked out, happy with the cool feeling the winter weather gave. It was surprisingly pleasant after their morning sex. “We should also stop at a store to pick some stuff up on the way home,” he brought their hands forward a little just to bump hips with him a little.

Evan squeezed his hand, running the pad of his thumb along Dem's knuckles. "What stuff, babe?" he asked half absently, half curiously, bringing his hand to his lips to kiss the back of his palm, much to the charging of an old lady who had just walked past them.

Within less than an hour, they were getting off the metro, and heading towards the park. "Are you cold?" He asked, rubbing his palm along Dem's shoulder, staying close to him.

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Demetri rolled his eyes, scratching her behind the ear. “We’ll be back soon Pav.” He fed her first, going over to Evan, kissing him and waiting to close the door so he could lock it. “Any specific place we’re running?”

It was still early so everything outside was dark and grey. The trees, the single-file road and the brackish sky stretched off into haze and nothingness, and back around, back towards the apartment complex, a little hub of corners and ceilings below the dark, putrid sky. It was sort of unsettling but the breeze was cool and soothing on his cheeks and, oddly enough, he felt particularly rejuvenated and vibrating with energy.

"let’s just take the sub to Devon and do the North Branch Trail? We can go all the way up to the botanical gardens if you’re game, then circle around the woods" he suggested as they walked together, turning his phone off and tucking it safely back in his back pocket.

#devon avenue*#dem

Demetri got dressed, rolling his eyes at him again. “Pretty sure I can manage babe.” He ran fingers through his own hair to fix it a little to fix it. “Pav or no?” He looked out into the hallway seeing her sit there, tail swishing back and forth, tongue hanging out as she happily waited for her human to pay attention to her.

"No Pav, I'm gonna race you" he winked at him, amusement etching its way across his features. "Sorry, baby, next time" he gently patted Pav's head in a subtle display of apology prior to starting towards the door. "You coming or not?" he asked, holding the door open for him, pleasantly buzzing with excitement.