Declan was surprised how comfortable he had become around Jamie after a night of sucking face with him. Sure, he was still a little awkward and rambled – but Declan was like that with the closest of his friends. He was just the awkward, nervous type in a lot of situations. But instead of being panicked about Jamie coming over, Declan was pretty cool about it. He was all smiles as he put the bags of dinner in the kitchen. Some grilled asparagus and shiitake tacos, alongside some portobello fajitas, Mexican quinoa, and guacamole and chips – Declan was feeling south of the border that night.
Declan was grabbing some plates to put on the table when he heard a knock at the door. Quickly setting them down, he made his way to the living room, opening the door and smiling widely at the sight of his boyfriend. “Hey, Dimples,” Declan greeted easily, leaning in and giving Jamie a peck on the lips, before standing back to let him in. “Hope you’re hungry. I’m starving.”
A low grumble emanated from the base of Jamie’s throat as he found himself stuck at yet another red light while on his way to Declan’s. It was bad enough Coach Puckerman had run the practice later than anyone had expected, likely due to the particularly horrid mood she was in that was written all across her face, and now here was the universe throwing yet another wrench in his plans while simply on the way to his boyfriend’s house. “Why me? Why now?” Jamie lamented to himself as he let his head fall against his steering wheel, only for a loud honk to make him snap it back up as he saw it had managed to turn green in that time and it was him who was holding up the lane for everyone behind him.
“My bad!” Jamie yelled out, despite knowing no one would hear his apology and he pressed his foot on the gas to get going. It was only a handful of minutes later before he was standing right outside of his door, his backpack and gym bag left to sit tight in the backseat of his car. Despite the fact that he had spent an entire night attached to his side, he still felt a wave of nerves crash over him every time he was reminded that Declan was his boyfriend. He chose Jamie to be with, to care about, and to dedicate his time to, and it was that realization that sometimes made him want to turn the other way because, well -- you couldn’t exactly be hurt by something you never had.
But then Declan would smile or he’d go on one of his long tangents, and every single nerve would melt away just like that, making him resemble putty in the other boy’s hands.
With a knock on the door, he inhaled a deep breath and blew it out once his boyfriend opened the door to him. “Hey, handsome,” Jamie smiled widely, leaning in to meet his lips in a chaste kiss before he begrudgingly pulled away to step inside of the house. “Whoa,” he said while stepping towards the table that seemed to be filled with food to the brim. “Is anyone else coming, or is this all for us?” he asked while every thought seemed to read the same: please-let-it-be-just-us-please-let-it-be-just-us. While the prospect of devouring all the food on their own was nice on its own, it was the idea of them being entirely on their own with no one to interrupt that seemed all the more appealing to Jamie in that moment.
