fiioreâ:
the only thing fiore did was laugh in return. he has a tendency to think heâs right about everything, so even though he doesnât voice it, his smile says it all â iâm right, youâre wrong. âlove, love, love being called a pretty boy.â he told the other, again, not listening to the rest of his sentence minus the bit where he complimented him. heâs a lot to deal with, but he likes to tell himself that being hot makes up for his over the top attitude. he watches as the other closes his door once more, probably a good idea, but he doesnât say anything in regards to that. âmr. gatsby wishes.â he replies, playfully poking his side and giggling. he sloppily enters the code that unlocks his house, to which the door beeps then opens up. once theyâre both inside, he shuts the door behind them and walks past the pristine decorations an interior designer had picked out for him and his cousin. fiore genuinely doesnât think he has it in him to climb the stairs, so he settles for the elevator, surprisingly quiet on the way up, before he has to break the peace and open his big, fat mouth. âi think you like when i make you mad.â he tells the other, shooting him his usual charming smirk. that is, until the doors slide open and he grabs a hold of the otherâs wrist, using it for support, but also to guide him towards his room. âthis is my room,â though really, itâs big enough to be someoneâs whole ass house, ânow,â he slides off his shoes, before he removes his shirt, then undoes his belt and takes off his jeans, placing his clothes on top of a plush chair, so now heâs really only in his briefs, âare you gonna sing me to sleep and tell me how cute i am?â heâs so, so tired, but then it hits him. âoh my god⌠i need to do my night care routine. stay here.â he tells him, making his way towards his bathroom to not only remove his eye make up, but to do the rest of his routine. the skincare, brushing his teeth, the whole ordeal. truthfully, fiore doesnât care how tired or drunk he is â he can never skip his night care routine. after about an hour ( and thatâs rushing it ), he finally comes out of the bathroom, somehow, looking even better than how he looked when he walked into it. he tiredly smirks at him. âi knew you would still be here⌠whatever your name is.â
Dale shook his head, trying not to let all the laughter get to him. At the end of the day Fiore would just be another guy who heâd flirt with for five minutes, then go out of his way to never speak to again. Nothing would come of this, and that was probably for the better, because he was ready to pull all of his own hair out. âYou know it ainât a compliment, right? Please tell me you know that.â Dale told him, though keeping his tone light and playful for a moment... teasing. As they exited the car, Dale found himself looking up at the building and whistling. Yeah, this was a house he could never dream of being able to afford. It was nice. âSo rich parents, or are you some kind of foreign movie star?â Dale questioned while the guy got the door to beep at them. This was some sci-fi shit. There was even an elevator inside the house. Dale kept his thoughts to himself before Fiore could call him trailer trash again. âI think you like to think that, because you canât imagine actually being disliked.â Dale sneered back at him. Though when the other grabbed him and began guiding him to his room, Dale found himself smiling. Damn it. This was worse with internally quarreling with his own sexuality, there was nothing wrong with that. No, this was actually liking a complete jackass. âThis room is literally bigger than my apartment.â Dale stated as they walked inside, knowing that was almost definitely the truth. However when the other man started undressing himself Dale swallowed. âOh wow you are literally taking your clothes off.â He shook his head, trying not to stare.  âI ainât singing you shit. Canât you just get in your bed so I can leave.â He sighed before the man mentioned his night time routine. âGood lord!â Dale threw his hands in the air. âYouâre home, youâre undressed, your bed is right here! What else could you possibly fucking need to do!â He exclaimed. However as the boy walked off to his bathroom that was IN HIS BEDROOM Dale found himself obediently taking a seat. He took a few minutes to play on his phone, and wait, and try to order a cab, and wait, and realize he didnât have enough money to get a cab so he texted his brother, and waited... and waited. It wasnât before long he started dozing off, and was jolted awake when the other man came out of the bathroom. âWhat?â He yawned. âDale, itâs Dale.â He blinked his eyes again. âAnd Iâm only here cuz I need an Uber to get back to my car.âÂ















