#dippedindes

Greeting his neighbour with a huge huge smile, pearly veneers on show for the world to see as he held the product of his labour; a tasting platter of baked goods - or rather, test goods, for his next bake sale. 

Joseph didn’t make a habit of calling people in the middle of the night, unless it was an absolute emergency. But tonight, after a particularly nasty fight with Mary, he’d had a drink too many and he’d let his mind wander into territory that he shouldn’t have. He was lonely, and he couldn’t shake the memories of times he’d spent with Des, everything from that first night that he’d saved him, right up to the rainy afternoon spent in Des’ garage. It would hurt to call, would it? He’d always struck Joseph as the type who was up late anyway.

So he’d grabbed his phone, despite his better judgment, not even sure exactly what he was hoping for, just knowing that he needed the company right about now, when everything else felt sort of like it was falling apart right under his feet.

Thank you!!! Love lots!!! 

@dippedindes 

Stepping closer (apparently into splattering range), Desmond takes the bowl and the mixing spoon from Joseph, not hiding his chuckles. “You’re stressed out Joe- come on and talk to me. What’s really botherin’ you?”

He empties out the batter bowl and starts running hot water over it, turning back to Joe and patting his back.

Jonah always had a habit for over-sharing, especially with Des, but god damn it. Talkimg about sex with his old college friend was ome thing, actually admitting he'd had a huge crush on him since college and actually consenting to sex was an entirely other thing. Not bad at all of course, just nerve wracking. But here he was pulling up to des's house, he took a deep breath, nervously scrubbing his hands over his knees before he gets out of his car and approaches the door, knocking twice.