#corvuscallahan

     corvus had become somewhat of a frequent flyer, in the past three months, since they had been introduced. a fluttering of attraction coiling low in sam’s stomach as he had first approached the taller man. all the usual tricks; quick, easy grin, his body leant in close, eyes gazing up from beneath dark lashes. anything to capture this man’s attention and keep on sam had been his goal that particular evening, the other customer having fallen to the bottom of his priorities as he sauntered over to the bearded man. it had been somewhat of shock to find him not only devilishly handsome, but kind as well, quick wit and soft eyes. samuel had been lost; utterly and completely wooed. 

     it had been startlingly easy to talk to him after that. natural for sam to simply lay his woes out upon the bar whenever corvus entered. it wasn’t fake anymore. not just an act to appease the patron and obtain a few extra dollars worth of tips. ❪ while he would never admit it aloud, or to the man himself, sam had come to enjoy every small story shared, every laugh he could get corvus’ to release. every smile. ❫ sam had begun to anticipate corvus’ arrival, waited with earnest joy and excitement. 

     tonight had been the latest the other had ever stayed, at least to be in sam’s company that is. and as they exited the bar, doors locking behind them as the last of the customers filtered their way out the front, sam had begun to tell corvus of the newest development in his parenting of lila. ❪ a tiny, white french bulldog samuel had adopted earlier that week. he had forced his phone’s photo album beneath corvus’ nose as the night had gone on to show him various pictures and videos. ❫  ❛  she’s officially potty trained now too, the quickest yet. i think i broke a record for getting puppies to stop peeing on the carpet, even. i am the new dog whisperer, corvus.  ❜  and when samuel had found himself stumbling into corvus’ stilled back, he looked up in alarm, fully prepared to shelter himself behind corvus’ broad shoulders. yet, all he saw was the streetlamp glinting off the blue shine of his bike. he grinned, ❛  that’s saint! she was my great-grandfather’s in the war. took down more than a dozen nazis, this one did.  ❜