#flavier

Featuring: Xavier and Fletcher ( @fletchervanhall) with mentions of others Location: NYC, Empire State Building, Millenium Hilton Hotel Time Frame: Afternoon, April 25, 2024 Notes: Fletcher surprises Xavier in NYC and tells him something really important!

Fletcher

Because of it being Spring Break for Xavier's kids, Fletcher decided to extend his usual days off into Tuesday and Wednesday. Not only was he able to spend more time with his daughter, uncle and boyfriend but it gave Emiliana more time to herself or to focus on her food truck. Fletcher had even taken Xavier on a date--which included Phoebe but he'd taken them out for lunch and a walk through one of the local parks.

Today though, Fletcher had appointments and had gone into the shop. He'd continued the second session of a client's back tattoo and had given someone a septum piercing before going into his office to get some logistical work done. During this, a walk-in customer booked an appointment with him for new ink and Fletcher drafted the shop schedule for 2 weeks out. Having been there since an hour before opening, he headed home late afternoon, parking in the driveway next to Xavier's McLaren. He smiled to himself on his way to the front door, and then unlocked it and let himself in with his mind already on his boyfriend and daughter. Unsure if Phoebe or Drew were napping, he didn't loudly announce himself but instead looked around, toeing his boots off and hanging his keys on the hook beside the front door. "X?" He spoke at his normal voice, heading for the living room.

Xavier

Being asked to stay at Fletcher’s home while his kids were away at camp shouldn’t have been surprising especially with Xavier wanting to find more time to spend with his boyfriend and daughter. However, he was pleasantly surprised and had quickly accepted the invitation.  He didn’t think he’d be so emotional dropping Henry and Winter off at the bus stop with the rest of their camp mates but the kids were more than excited to head off for the week.  He had changed his schedule so that he could work from home, sending in pages from California and letting Lorne know he wasn’t going to be in a sketch this week anyway. He had already explained he wanted to be in the same state in case his kids needed him. Xavier had fallen into routine already while staying with the Van Halls. He had to admit it felt really good having someone to sleep next to and getting ti know Drew and Phoebe was a giant plus.  Going on a date with his boyfriend and his daughter was also a kind reminder of how easy things were between them especially when they weren’t even trying.

Xavier has promised Fletcher that he would be okay with Phoebe and would do fine with Drew. Drew seemed to enjoy Xavier’s company and Xavier really loved to make him laugh.  He had prepared a nice early lunch for the two of them and Drew had let Xavier know he was going to rest in his bedroom. With Phoebe on his shoulder, the comic made sure Drew made it with some of his aid and reassured the patriarch of the house that he would take good care of Phoebe until Fletcher came home from work.  Once Drew had drifted off to sleep, he smiled at little Phoebe and whispered, “looks like it’s just us two little sprout.” Xavier had already given her a bottle before Drew fell asleep so he figured he’d get Phoebe’s carrier on so he could wear the baby while he washed some dishes and started on dinner for later. He had started on some Briyani rice and a mild coconut chicken curry while having full conversations with the newborn.

“Daddy will be here soon and then he’s going to cuddle you like crazzzyyy and you’re gonna love it. “ he grinned, putting the rice on and curry on low heat. He knew Fletcher would be arriving soon and having dinner somewhat ready would give him time to unwind with his daughter and Drew time to do what he needed to do before dinner needed to be served.

“Wanna do some tummy time, my darling ?” Xavier glanced down at the baby who had been awake and cooing against his chest. “Is that a yes?” He chuckled and washed his hands, wiping them on a kitchen towel before deciding to go upstairs with Phoebe to her nursery. He checked on Drew once more who was still fast asleep and then pulled the baby’s yummy time blanket onto the floor. “Okay, beautiful. Let’s get those baby muscles to work.” He chuckled gently knowing the curry and rice had about 45 minutes.

He picked Phoebe up and out of the carrier before delicately placing her on the floor and then removed the carrier so he could join her also on his stomach. Xavier reached from a sensory baby toy that was in the shape of a sphere. It had rattles and little flags so she could tug. Visually, it was perfect for tummy time. “Heeeyyy!” He chuckled, face to face with Phoebe, his cheek basically against the floor so they were at eye level. “Hey, little sprout! Do you like that? Yeahhhh that’s really good!” He placed the rattling toy between and them and grinned widely, happy to be playing with the little one. “So, I was thinking that we should do this often. Tummy time with little sprout and Xavier. I think you enjoy it a lot. What do you think, huh? Yeah, I knew it.”

Fletcher

Although Fletcher found the living room empty, his nose led him to the kitchen next. The food cooking on a low simmer smelled heavenly; he'd only lifted the lid for a few seconds before letting out a dreamy sigh and setting everything back as it was. As he went to the stairs, he heard the muffled sounds of an all too familiar British accent coupled with the sounds of a rattle. Both made him tug his lips up and smile again, taking to the stairs. He'd poked his head in on Drew, finding his uncle snoring in his bed. And then he went to Phoebe's room. Pushing the slightly ajar door open. The sight of her and Xavier having tummy time together touched Fletcher's heart. Another crooked smile tugging at his lips, he lightly tapped Xavier's foot with his own. "Hey," he said, making his way into the room and finding some space on the floor so that Phoebe was between the 2 men. Once he was settled on the floor in something of a push-up position, he leaned in and kissed Phoebe on the cheek, "Hey there, Tree Frog. Were you good for Xavier?" to which Phoebe gurgled and cooed. "You gonna tell me all the silly things he did to try and get smiles from you?" He pretended to turn his ear to his daughter and then grinned to his boyfriend. "How'd it go? I missed you guys today."

Xavier

Xavier had been invested in the conversation he was having with the newborn when he felt Fletcher’s foot tap his. He looked up at his boyfriend and smiled, letting the feeling he had whenever he saw him take its course. “Hey, you. Welcome home.” Xavier continued rattling the toy and watched Fletcher join them on the floor. He chuckled at Fletcher’s question to his daughter. “She knows I’m her entertainment.” He smiled back, shifting slightly so that he could keep his head up with his elbow on the floor. “It was great! We had lunch. A couple hours ago. Made a salad and a chicken soup. Super hearty which Drew really liked. The baby is probably due for a bottle in a few minutes. Drew and I watched some television while she napped before he decided it was his turn and then Phoebe and I started hanging out, did the dishes and started on dinner.” He smiled at the little one. “And now we’re here… we really missed you too. Right , little sprout? Missed your daddy so so much?” He smiled so happily seeing her coo. “How was work? Did you make some big bucks so you can take us to Disney?” He teased his boyfriend. “Tired?”

Fletcher

"Thanks," Fletcher replied to the welcome as he joined Xavier on the floor. He chuckled a little at Xavier and then listened to the day that he, Drew and Phoebe had together. And he enjoyed the little noises that Phoebe was making more and more often these days. It wasn't constant but it was a clear showing of her growing up, since she didn't make too many noises outside of crying. "Dinner smells good by the way. And I'll make sure to prepare some lunch for tomorrow before I go in." He didn't want Xavier to have to fix lunch and dinner each day he stayed over. While listening to his boyfriend, he watched Phoebe do a semi-pushup, lie flat and turn her head in Xavier's direction. Fletcher stretched a finger out to Phoebe last tiny palm where she automatically gripped him with ferocity.

"Damn, way to spoil the surprise, babe," he teased back with a lazy smile. "Yeah it was a good day. And haven't I told you already? I'm always tired but I feel fine." He pulled himself across the floor until he was close enough to tenderly kiss Xavier on his lips. "Do you wanna finish tummy time while I go get her bottle ready?"

Xavier

"Yeah? I hope you like it. It's coconut chicken curry and Briyani rice." Xavier had made sure he had gotten some groceries before heading to the Van Halls for the week and had been excited about surprising them with a meal here and there. "Okay but it doesn't bother me. I'd be cooking for myself if I were home alone anyway."" Xavier watched Phoebe and couldn't help but smile at her movements. He waved at the newborn and shook the toy gently. "Hey, you. Look how good you're getting." Xavier loved children. He did well with his friend's kids and his brother's kids but he always thought his future would be with older fostered kids he'd assist in aging out and while doing so for Winter was fulfilling, he couldn't help but think on how drastically different things were now that they were unfolding. He should have known he'd fall in love with his kids and want to adopt them but another big surprise for Xavier was how much he wanted a life with a little  itty bitty angel like Phoebe in it. He had quickly grown to adore her as much as he had grown to adore her father. Those were his thoughts as he shook the sphere and watched Fletcher play with his daughter. His smile widened some more, meeting his eyes as Phoebe's grip took hold of Fletcher's finger. "Aw."

"And I'm sorry! But we're on to to you."  Xavier nodded, "Yeah, yeah but I'm hoping one day you're like today, I feel super rested and less tired than yesterday..." Xavier smiled at their kiss and chased another quick peck. "Yeah, we'll be here." He laid back down on his stomach and then looked up at Fletcher adoringly and with a gentle smile before placing all his energy and attention on the baby. There was more of that lately, smitten glances full of adoration for his boyfriend that it made Xavier think probably more than he should. "Okay, angel. Daddy's getting some milk ready and you and I are going to finish here, change your nappy."

Fletcher

"It sounds as good as it smells and I already know that you know how to throw down in the kitchen so I'm sure I'll enjoy the hell out of it. And I know you're not bothered. You're so damn giving, but that doesn't mean you should." He wasn't the least bit surprised that Xavier had no problem with preparing meals while at his home. And while Fletcher was glad he'd been comfortable there already, he wanted Xavier's kindness reciprocated whenever possible. "Besides, I'm used to preparing meals sometimes so that Emiliana wasn't always having to handle them."

He adored Xavier's ease with Phoebe and loved listening to him interact with his daughter. He already knew Xavier was a great father so it didn't surprise him in the least. "Well we're that much closer to Disney. And then I can save up for Dole Whip and a few good souvenirs." He smiled and said, "I'll get there again, probably when this little girl starts sleeping through the night. We're getting close but not consistently." He pecked the top of Phoebe's feather-soft hair and then got to his feet with a mild groan. "Thanks, sweetheart. I'll be back soon." He left the room and back downstairs, turning on the electric kettle and preparing a bottle with easy familiarity. He stirred the curry on the stove for a few seconds out of habit before leaving it alone again. And after shaking the formula and water, and checking the temp on the inside of his wrist, he went back upstairs to Phoebe and Xavier. "Alright, dinners up for you, Princess." He looked to Xavier and said, "Drew'll probably wake up right before dinner's ready."

Xavier

Xavier was happy to help around the house. He understood he was a guest and all of that but it made him happy to be available for Drew and Phoebe and Fletcher. It also helped knowing it that Emiliana would benefit from the extra help too. Everybody wins. He smiled softly, listening to Fletcher. "Well, I love your cooking so any chance I can get to try it, I'm happy." He was also happy that in three months, the two of them had grown this comfortable around one another.

"Oh no why would you mention a Dole Whip. I need one now." He chuckled. Xavier had only been to Disney once but he hoped to go back someday and with the kids.  "You will get there. Give her a couple of months." He stood up and then bent to pick up the baby, chuckling at how cute she looked. "Okay, let's get you out of this nappy so you can have your dinner. He carried her to her changing table, carefully unbuttoning her sleeper so that he could chance her diaper. "Ah yes, there we go...look at your little legs!" He smiled and changed her, cleaning Phoebe with a few wipes. Xavier dressed her again and was placing her foot inside the sleeper when Fletcher came in again. "Yay! looks who's back!" He finished up and discarded the soiled diaper and wipes into the basket beside the table. He picked Phoebe up and handed her to Fletcher so that he could spend time with her. "Okay, perfect." He looked down at his watch. "I have a couple of minutes before dinner is done." He leaned against the table and folded his arms at her chest, admiring the sight before him. "You know, I think she got your appetite."

Fletcher

"Good, and thanks to Rodrigo and Jade's jazzy New Orleans-themed wedding, I've been wanting some more shrimp and grits. So don't be surprised if that ends up being a thing soon." When the weather was nicer on a more consistent basis, he would start grilling and barbecuing more often. He mostly did in the summertime and was ready to cook some more on the grill as it was his favorite when it came to him cooking.

"Maybe it's a trip we can plan on taking over the summer," Fletcher suggested. It wasn't like him to suggest trips, let alone far away trips, but it honestly *had* sounded like something that Henry and Winter might enjoy. He and Xavier would probably have a good time too, and he could plan for  a wheelchair for Drew and a stroller for Phoebe. He knew Xavier had been joking around but Fletcher found himself seriously thinking about it.

When he came back up and rejoined his daughter and boyfriend, Fletcher grinned at the little cherub face staring at him and accepted her from Xavier. Cradling her in one arm, he held her bottle to her lips and watched her take to it immediately. "I stirred the curry a little while I was downstairs. And yeah, if Drew's not up soon, I'll wake him so he's not eating too late at night." His gaze went to Phoebe who kept drinking her milk and made tiny little noises, a little of the milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth. He bent his head to steady the bottle with his chin so he could wipe the milk and then held the bottle properly with a smirk, "If she's lucky, she'll have my metabolism to go with it." He hadn’t fixed her a full bottle, knowing she would end up wanting another in a couple of hours. "But once she's done, I can take her with me to wake Drew and meet you downstairs?"

Xavier

“Ohhhh a man after my heart. That sounds delicious. I know I will enjoy anything you make.”  Xavier smiled, excited to try whatever Fletcher plans to make next.

Xavier was pleasantly surprised after the suggestion of a trip over the summer. He looked up from what he was doing and nodded. “Yeah. Absolutely.  We could do that. In fact, I would love that and I know the kids will too. We’ll take Drew and Phoebe who will low key be around 6 months or so by then. It’ll be a nice family trip.” The fact that Fletcher has brought it up at all was really nice and now that it was a possibility, Xavier was thrilled.

Xavier watched as Fletcher fed his daughter, smiling at the little noises she was making. “She probably will.” He pushed off from leaning on the changing table and moved to kiss Phoebe on the top of her head before kissing Fletcher on the lips. “Okay. I’ll get the table ready and all of that.” Xavier made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. He pulled the lid off the rice and then mixed it a bit, leaving it uncovered. Xavier pulled three plates from the cabinet and all the necessary utensils before placing it all on the table. Suddenly, a brief period of sadness fell over him thinking how at some point he’d have to go back home and he would miss everyone.  It was bittersweet as he was looking forward to seeing his kids and spending time with them too. Once the table was set, Xavier turned the heat down completely on the curry and pulled the lid off half way, letting it settle there until everyone was back downstairs to eat. Xavier pulled his phone out of his pocket to check on Winter and she had responded with ‘having a blast, dad. Hope you are too! Can’t wait to see Phoebe again!’   Xavier smiled at her words and then pocketed his phone. He got three cups from the cabinet and placed those on the table as well, figuring he’d let everyone choose their beverage. He was excited to have Drew and Fletcher taste their meals.

Fletcher

Fletcher hummed in agreement and said, "Yeah, exactly. I know Phoebe won't remember it but it's not all about her." He looked down at his daughter and then said, "And if it all goes well, we can always plan to go back when you're older." It was good that Xavier was on board wit the idea of the trip. Sometimes it still caught Fletcher off guard how quickly he'd come to consider Xavier, Winter and Henry as a part of his family. Blunt and straightforward as he was, wasn't easily trusting or accepting of others being so close to him or Drew, and now, Phoebe. But Xavier and his children had been unexpected exceptions.

After returning Xavier's kiss and watching him leave the room for the stairs, he turned his attention to Phoebe, watching her finish her bottle. He tugged it from her lips before she could start sucking on a lot of air and then shifted her position for burping. As he shoved the bottle halfway in his pocket, he began patting her back on his way to Drew's bedroom. Once at his uncle's bedside, he lightly nudged the slumbering man and said, "Drew, hey. Dinner's ready. Hungry?"

Drew stirred awake, blinking sleepily. "Hey," he yawned, which was punctuated by a burp from Phoebe. Both men smirked and Drew went on, asking what was for dinner. Fletcher told him Xavier cooked curry and rice and Drew sat up a little more. "Alright. I'm not all that hungry but I'm not gonna be an asshole when Xavier cooked for us." Fletcher offered to bring his uncle a plate up to him and Drew protested, moving his legs to the side of the bed. "Just help me downstairs."

After his uncle had his house slippers on, Fletcher walked with him and held Phoebe to his chest with one hand and supported Drew down the steps with his other hand. He let Drew walk ahead of him to the kitchen and pulled a seat out for his uncle. "Still smells like heaven in here," Fletcher told Xavier, rubbing Phoebe's back. "Thanks for setting the table too."

Xavier

Xavier thought that with Phoebe being about 6 months or so, it would be easier and while she won't remember it, it would be visually a great experience overall. "We'll take so many photopgrahs so that she can look back at them when they're older. And when she is older and we go back, she'll remember those pictures." He didn't even hesitate or think on the fact that future plans were being made already. Instead, Xavier felt the excitement of being able to take his kids and Fletcher's daughter to Disney. They had made their own little family in a way.

Xavier was pulled from his thoughts when he hard Drew, Fletcher and the baby appear. A smile tugged at his lips at Fletcher's comment. "Thank you. I love when a ktichen smells like homemade food too. It's the best feeling." Xavier then nodded, "You're welcome. Also, I didn't know what everyone wanted to drink. Did Phoebe have her dinner?" He rubbed her cheek with his finger and smiled.

"And! my man, Drew! Did you have a good nap? I paused our show so we can catch the rest later." Xavier chuckled and brought the pots to the table on top of the heat resistant mats. Xavier would have the curry sauce with the rice since he didn't eat the chicken.  "Bon appetit!"

Fletcher

Fletcher knew he and Xavier would be able to talk about the Disneyland trip some more soon, working out dates and all the arrangements. And he'd thought about this a bit while Phoebe finished her bottle and he carried her to Drew's bedroom.

Once all of them were in the kitchen, Fletcher agreed, "Yeah. As much as I like some places around the city, nothing beats a good homemade meal." He went to the fridge as Drew just asked for water; Fletcher took out a Brita pitcher and poured the water in his uncle's cup. He'd poured some for himself but also took out a beer to set beside his cup. "Yeah, she polished off the bottle," he replied to Xavier, remembering to pull the empty bottle from his pocket and setting it in the sink. "If she doesn't fall asleep on her own soon, she'll likely fall asleep later when I make her the other half a bottle later. What did you want to drink?"

He got Xavier's drink and then joined them at the table as Drew chuckled, "We'll see. I'm pretty tired still. Don't wanna doze off and miss something."

"You two have a show now?" Fletcher asked, reaching for Drew's plate to fix first. "Thanks, babe," he said to Xavier, putting a small portion of rice down and pouring the chicken curry directly on top of it. He placed it back in front of his uncle and then tended to Phoebe who started fussing a bit. He stood from the table and lightly bounced her in his arms to calm her. Over the top of Phoebe's little head, he said, "I'll eat in a sec. I think she might've eaten too fast or something." He adjusted his hold on her so that she was lying across his forearm on her tummy and gently, he bounced her there.

Xavier

With the amount of traveling he did for work, Xavier spent a decent amount of time eating out but spending time at home more and being able to cook for people he cared about took him back at how food was it's own love language. He smiled at Fletcher's words, humming in agreement to the comments on homecooked meals versus eating at a restraurant. He looked over to Phoebe and Fletcher, glad to hear she had finished her bottle. "Good. And I'll also just have water. Thanks, love." He joined Drew at the table and smirked at the older man's words. "We can always catch up tomorrow." he winked at Drew knowing full well that his rest was important.

"These true crime series divided into chapters. Captivating stuff." He chuckled and served himself some rice before pouring the sauce over it. When Phoebe began fussing, he looked up at Fletcher as he stood up and hope the little one was okay. Seemed like maybe it was just gas or like Fletcher said, she had just eaten too fast. "Okay." Xavier nodded once and then looked over to Drew. "I know I said this when I got here and all but thank you so much for opening your doors to me and letting me stay here this week. I've really enjoyed getting to spend time with you all."

Xavier wanted to be sure it was known how much it meant to him that he wasn't alone at home and with people he truly cared about. He gathered some rice and sauce onto his fork before bringing it to his mouth and then looked back up at Fletcher and Phoebe. "How's she doing?"

Fletcher

When Xavier joined them in drinking water, Fletcher poured the Brita pitcher and softly smiled. "No problem." He listened to Drew and thought about helping his uncle back upstairs after dinner, knowing that some days were tougher for him than others. He listened to what his uncle and boyfriend had been watching and chuckled. "Are they the kinds that have the dramatic reenactments? Like *I Almost Got Away With It*?" 

Fletcher lightly patted Phoebe's back while the little girl whined and drooled on his forearm. He'd been unbothered by the drooling but hoped whatever was upsetting her would pass soon. "We're glad to have you here," Fletcher told him. And thank you for making us all dinner."

"Yeah, as long as you're in Fletcher's life, you're always welcome here, Xavier," Drew added, gathering some food on his spoon.  Fletcher smirked softly to his uncle and with impeccable timing, when Xavier asked how Phoebe was doing, the little girl scrunched her body up and passed a loud fart. Fletcher laughed, "I guess that's her answer. Excuse you, little miss." He lifted her while bending his head and kissed her head, still chuckling, and then shifted her to rest against his chest and shoulder again. Her light cries lessened to coos and gurgles again as she kept herself curled up against him. Taking his seat again, Fletcher fixed his own plate but occasionally stopped to pat Phoebe's back. "Who taught you how to cook?" he asked Xavier, wondering where his culinary skills had come from.

Xavier

"Exactly like that. I can't believe how addictive they are. Drew got me into them and now here we are." He chuckled, reaching for his glass to take a sip of his water. He was glad that for the most part, Drew got to relax today. He should have known that he was feeling a little extra tired. "I usually have things on in the background while I'm working on sketches but I never actually pay attention to anything so it's always nice to get pulled into a show."

Xavier smiled and continued eating his food. His smile met his eyes when Fletcher thanked him for dinner and told him they were glad to have him. "Well, that's good to hear and anytime! Really.  I like taking care of the people I care about."

He then glanced over to Drew and smiled at the older man as well. He hoped that he'd be in Fletcher's life for a long time but he kept that part to himself.  Phoebe's passing gas had him cracking another smile and then burst into soft laughter. "Way to go, little sprout! She's good." He let his laughter melt into a smile and then sighed thinking how even that was adorable. He was glad to see  them both sitting at the table now. Xavier would have fixed Fletcher a plate but figured it'd remain warm in the pot. At Fletcher's question, he leaned back and wiped his mouth. "Even though we're twins, I really took the older sibling label seriously. When Clayton and I were being bounced from one foster home to another, I had to learn a couple of survival skills along the way. I started by watching my foster parents at the time, making notes of their recipes and trying them on my own, correcting them as I tried them out. Then I became obsessed with cooking shows especially Ramsay and I would watch them when I had the chance. Finally, when we ended up with our parents, my mum and dad taught me more. The Briyani though, that's my sister-in-law's mum's recipe. She's a phenomenal cook, has an amazing Indian restaurant in East London. So,I sorta picked it up wherever I ended up."

"Till I got to a stable place in my life where I can cook for others." Xavier reached for his glass of water and took another sip. "It's like uh, a love language of sorts. Spoil the people that mean a lot to me."

Fletcher

"I'm surprised it wasn't Winter who got you into them," he chuckled, knowing of Winter's affinity for the macabre. "Did you end up working on any sketches today?" he asked and then began eating once he was settled in his seat. He smiled from Xavier's smile, which really was about as contagious as his laugh.

And with Phoebe unintentionally causing the trio of men to laugh, Fletcher caught her entirely innocent and unaware expression and laughed some more. "I love you, little girl," peppered her cheek with a few kisses and then settled her against him so that he could eat his food. He listened to Xavier's response to his question about learning to cook and nodded here and there to let him know he was listening as he ate. "Your family playing a big role in what you've learned makes sense on both ends of it." He could understand the survival side of it and he knew Xavier's family meant a lot to him, so learning from his mom and in-laws hadn't surprised him.

With a soft smirk, he said, "Acts of service and gift giving are all you when it comes to expressing a love language or two." He'd picked up on this pretty quickly in the few months they'd been growing close to each other. "And you're not allowed to do the clean up after dinner tonight. I'm putting that out there right now."

Xavier

He chuckled at the comment about Winter. "She's gotten me more into horror films which tracks." Xavier smirked, taking another bite of his food. He nodded at Fletcher's question. "I did. I got to get a few drafts done and sent some off earlier this afternoon. So all in all, it was a productive day. I think if I send over some more pages tomorrow morning, I'm done for ther week. And then next week it's back tot he east coast for yours truly." Hopefully, it'd be for just a few days to film. Xavier would fly in for half the week and come back home for the other half.

Xavier felt the tug at his heart strings when Fletcher gave Phoebe some kisses and the fluttering in his chest settled nicely as she continued eating. He nodded, taking another bite and leaning back a bit. "Yeah, I also love to learn about different cultures so I try out new recipes often. Xavier was enjoying this, sitting at a table with Fletcher, Drew and Phoebe. Only thing missing was Winter and Henry. When his kids joined his side, he had realized how lonely he had been and for so long. Being away from everyone in London had been rough at first. This feeling of togetherness was important to him.

"That's right." He loved that Fletcher paid attention. It didn't surprise him considering Xavier had really taken the time to get to know Fletcher. He was glad he did as Xavier would have never known what kind of man he was or what his passions were. One thing was to be physically drawn to him but the other was to form an emotional connection. "I'm not allowed?" He smirked at the words and then laughed softly. "I guesssss." He checked on Phoebe, smiling at her as she looked out over Fletcher's shoulder.  "I'll be good. Right, Phoebe?" He chuckled and then dropped a kiss on Fletcher's shoulder. Xavier glanced over to Drew and asked, "More water, Drew?"

Fletcher

"Yeah, having spent time around her, that doesn't surprise me," Fletcher agreed with a smile. As he listened to Xavier, he ate some food and took a few pulls from his beer. "Do you like the writing part more or acting more?" he asked, following his beer with water and then tended to Phoebe with some kisses.

As Phoebe took to periodically lifting her head and then harmlessly letting it drop onto Fletcher's shoulder, Fletcher listened to Xavier and kept eating. It was almost like Phoebe was unknowingly playing her own version of peekaboo. "Have you had a favorite cuisine that you've learned so far?" he asked and then took another bite, already more than halfway done with his plate.

He'd been enjoying having Xavier there with him, Phoebe and Drew during the week and was sure he would've enjoyed it just as much if Winter and Henry had been there too. But he was also glad for the two teens getting to have fun at camp for the week. He'd be sure to ask them about it when he got a chance, after they got back. But for now, he'd soak up all the time he could get with their dad. Even times of sassing him about the dishes. "You heard what I said. You're not allowed," he repeated, leaning in close to his boyfriend as he said the words. While finishing off his plate, he eyed his uncle who had eaten most of what was on his own plate.

"No thanks, I'm alright with what I've got for now. Thanks, Xavier," Drew replied, stifling a yawn.

"Ready to go back upstairs?" Fletcher asked his uncle, steadying Phoebe with his hand on her back.

"In a minute. And thanks again for making us dinner, Xavier. I'm sure I'll attack the leftovers tomorrow if this guy doesn't first."

Fletcher playfully rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "Anyway," he looked to Xavier, "You wanna watch a movie tonight or channel surf?"

Xavier

He chuckled thinking about Winter.  He liked that his kids really liked Fletcher and his family too. "Ooo another good question." Xavier grinned and took a sip of his water before he could answer. "I feel like writing will always be my first love but I do like the acting and now that I'm being considered for some serious roles, it's pretty great. It's been nice and a little surprising considering how I started at SNL."

Xavier couldn't help but chuckle softly at Phoebe just being an adorable infant. It really made his heart sing. He took another forkful of his dinner and took a bite. He enjoyed seeing Drew and Fletcher enjoy his food. Xavier thought about the foods he had learned to cook over time. "Oh, yes. Definititely Nigerian food and Carribean food. Probably my favorite. "

He grinned as Fletcher leaned in and sassed him about doing the dishes. Xavier held his hands up in surrender and chuckled before finishing off his plate. "Fine, fine.  I won't touch them. Maybe help you dry them? No?" He smirked, and lightly leaned into Fletcher, placing a hand on his thigh and rubbing his leg a bit. "And you're welcome, Drew." He could tell the patriarch was tired. "I've made enough so that there's a decent amount of leftovers for both of you."

Xavier nodded."Yeah, I'd love a movie, actually. What time is work tomorrow?" He wondered if they'd be able to stay up a little to enjoy a movie but Xavier also knew that Fletcher needed his sleep. He had to admit that his top favorite thing about staying over was waking up next to Fletcher whether it was in his arms or just beside him, it had quickly become Xavier's best memory.

Fletcher

"I come up with those once in a while," Fletcher dryly joked and then listened to Xavier's answer to his question. It was nice to hear Xavier talk about his career and Fletcher was happy he was so passionate about what he did. Having watched Xavier on SNL now, he didn't have a problem admitting to being wrong about the current show as a whole.

"You should teach Fletcher how to cook those," Drew suggested, pushing some rice around on his plate.

Fletcher gave Xavier a sidelong glance after sitting more upright in his chair. "*No*." He was now shifting Phoebe into a sitting position on the edge of the table, sliding his empty plate back and then holding her at her sides with both hands but he smiled when he felt Xavier's hand on his thigh, and grinned when Phoebe stared wide-eyed as though full of wonder. He leaned in and blew raspberries on her tummy.

"Careful," warned Drew, "Or she might let another real one go on the table."

Fletcher snorted, "You hear that, Phoebe? Pop Pop has no faith in your table manners." He lifted her to him to blow one more raspberry, pulling a gummy smile onto her face.

He stood and held Phoebe with one hand while clearing his plate with the other. "I was planning to go in at eleven. My first appointment is at noon though and I'll be off at four again." After setting his plate and fork in the sink, he repositioning his hold on Phoebe so she was laying horizontally and, with her butt intentionally in Drew's direction, Fletcher playfully tugged her ankle a little and made noises like he was releasing cannonballs with each tug.

Drew narrowed his eyes, "If you weren't holding my baby girl, I'd slug you in your crotch right now."

Xavier

“"Surprise me everyday," Xavier quipped and then chuckled. He liked how much Fletcher wanted to learn about him and the things he loved. It was nice that there was always a story to tell or something to talk about. Things were never awkward even when there was silence between them.

"That's a good idea. how about tomorrow, then? When you get home, we'll cook together. A delicious Nigerian dish." Xavier smiled at Drew, excited about it.

Fletcher's response to Xavier offering to dry the dishes made him laugh and he gently cupped the man's chin with his free hand. "Fiinneee." he then let go with a smirk and pushed his now empty plate back. Xavier leaned in to watch Phoebe , smiling at how adorable she was. He couldn't help the hearty laugh that escaped his mouth at Drew's words and continued to laugh at the uncle and nephew banter.  "Even if she did, it'd be cute as hell anyway." He smiled and finished off his water.

"That's not bad! Get to sleep in a little and then get back at a decent hour."  Xavier stood up and gathered his plate and utensils along with Drew's once he had finished. He settled them in the sink and leaned against the counter, watching Fletcher tease his uncle. He folded his arms across his chest, laughing and shaking his head at the scene before him. He loved their interactions and dynamic. He had said it before but the two of them were lucky to have one another. "I'm sure this guy over here has driven you to madness many times before, hm?" He gestured to Fletcher with his thumb and then walked up to him to kiss his shoulder once more. He held his finger out for Phoebe who wrapped her little hand around it. "I ask with love of course."

Fletcher

"Gotta keep things interesting," Fletcher said, giving Xavier a wink. And at the suggestion of he and Xavier cooking together, he nodded, "Yeah, sure. Let me know if there's something you want me to pick up on my way home tomorrow."

He playfully made like he was going to bite Xavier when the younger man cupped his chin, only for him to smile at him and then proceed to entertain Phoebe for a bit. "Cute yes, but the smell would be heinous, I know it. This girl has two gas types, I swear."

After he made his way around the kitchen and talked about his hours, Fletcher said, "Yeah, it's not bad with these half day shifts." He'd been fooling around with Drew and smiling at the sound of Xavier's laugh just behind him.

"You have no idea, Xavier," Drew replied, shaking his head at his nephew. "I'm crediting halfway decent genes and not this twerp for the reason most of my hair hasn't gone gray yet." He smiled and then made to stand as Fletcher turned a little for Drew slowly lean in to give Phoebe a kiss on her cherub cheek. "You be good, little lady. Maybe tomorrow while your daddy's at work, we'll revisit some of that Baby Mozart stuff, huh?"

Knowing Drew would be ready to go back upstairs now that he was on his feet, Fletcher turned to Xavier, "Would you mind holding her while I help him get back to bed? And I'm gonna run her a bath while I'm up there."  He'd rinse the dishes off and get them loaded in the dishwasher once he came back downstairs.

Xavier

A smirk formed on his lips in response to Fletcher's wink and he nodded as he thought about which dish they could try tomorrow. "Great, I'll send you a little shopping list. Shouldn't be too many things."

He laughed at Fletcher's plafulness and then looked up at Phoebe. "Is that right, Phoebe or is daddy exaggerating?" He knew the answer, just wanted to tease Fletcher some more. "...it sounds like Phoebe has a bit of a weapon." Xavier then shifted his attention to Drew.

Laughing some more at Drew's words, he rubbed Fletcher's back. "Oh, you little troublemaker." Xavier smiled as Drew got up on his feet. He loved how amazing he was with Phoebe and when Fletcher asked him to take the baby from him after Drew said his good night to her.  Xavier nodded and took hold of the infant. "I never mind. Go ahead. Good night, Drew. We'll talk more about Fletcher driving you crazy in the morning." He offered the older man a smile.  When Fletcher mentioned the bath for Phoebe, Xavier bounced the infant gently in his arms. "You hear that? A nice bath sounds so good." Xavier let the two men go upstairs and after some baby talk and tiny tickles, he began to bring Phoebe upstairs for her bath.

Xavier stopped at Phoebe's room and gently laid her down on her changing table to remove her sleeper, leaving her in her diaper. He played with her little toes before picking her up again and bringing her to Fletcher. Xavier knocked on the bathroom door and smiled.  "I've come to deliver a package..."

Fletcher

Fletcher nodded while already thinking about the next day and if he would be stopping at the grocery store or the international market. Either would be fine by him. And when Xavier spoke to Phoebe he spoke in obvious mock offense, "How dare you."

He listened to his uncle and Xavier, smirked, "Oh I know I was a little shit but Drew gave as good as he got. So, sometimes it  led to me getting more creative. Most of the time though, he put me in my place." As he handed his daughter to Xavier, he concluded, "And now I'm a delight."

Drew snorted and teasingly retorted, "Says you."

Fletcher responded with a, "Damn right, now come on, old man."

Drew threw Xavier a quick wave and a 'goodnight' and walked out of the kitchen ahead of his nephew. Fletcher helped him upstairs and offered to help him into his pajamas. Drew declined while getting himself undressed. Fletcher pulled some clean pajama pants and an old Giants t-shirt from his uncle's pajama drawer, setting on the bed for him. "I'll come through after Phoebe's bath," he promised and then left the room with the door shut.

On his way to the bathroom, he stopped inside Phoebe's room to get pajamas out, and a hooded towel and wash cloth to bring to with him. Inside the bathroom, he arranged her tub and tested the water temp with his hand. He pulled the Baby Magic hair and body wash from the built-in shelf and stood just in time.

"A package for me?" He smiled at the sight of his daughter and boyfriend again while pushing his sleeves to his elbows. And after checking that her diaper was still dry and still okay to reuse, removed it and got her settled in the tub. While running the wet towel along her body and watching her smile and kick and splash, he told Xavier, "She *loves* the water for bathtime. It's the whole getting out to get dressed part that brings on the tears."

Xavier

"I dare." He answered his boyfriend and chuckled. Phoebe's little innocent face made it even funnier to him because she was so darn squishable and her dad was being funny with him.

"I believe he dished it right back. Which is what you needed." Xavier grinned and continued rubbing Fletcher's shoulder. He chuckled as he took Phoebe into his arms. "A delight he says." And then winked at Fletcher as he teased him.

Once again, Xavier laughed at Drew's words and waved as he went up the stairs with Fletcher. After everyone was settled doing their own thing, Xavier had finished up in getting Phoebe ready for her bath. When he walked into the bathroom, it already smelled so nice. He loved the smell of baby products. "Fed Ex, same day shipping." He smiled back at Fletcher. He leaned against the bathroom wall, watching Fletcher bathe his daughter. "Oh my goodness. She's a little guppy then. She'll love swim lessons." Xavier chuckled as she splashed away. "Look at you go! Like a Litle Mermaid!" He cheered her on and then crouched down beside Fletcher. "She's such a great kid, babe..." Xavier admired his boyfriend as he tended to his daughter and then quickly kissed his cheek before standing up again.

"I put out some jammies for her and lotion, her little hair brush..." He tried to think back and make sure he got everything. He didn't know when he had gotten so invested in Fletcher and his family but there was no doubt he'd do anything for them.

Fletcher

With Phoebe in the water, Fletcher watched her while getting her body wet first and then squeezing some of the hair and body wash into the small, soft towel. "Yeah, swim class would be kinda cool for her when she gets a little older. I'll have to see  how early she'd be able to start that kinda thing." He gently washed Phoebe's body while the little girl splashed her hands a bit and happily gurgled and cooed. He smiled at Xavier's comment and said, "She really is. Not sure how I got so lucky." He lightly massaged the towel over her head to wash her hair and then dunked the towel in the water to rinse it and the soap from her body. With a glance to Xavier he chuckled, "I got her pajamas out too. We can let Phoebe decide which one she wants to wear tonight." Leaning over, he pecked Xavier's lips, "Thanks," and continued rinsing all the soap and suds off of Phoebe. Once she was all clean, he draped her hooded towel across his chest and lifted her out of the water and held her to himself, wrapping her up in the towel. And after she was bundled up, he turned the tub upside down to drain and got to his feet, picking up the dry diaper from the counter.

Sure enough, before reaching the nursery and the changing table, Phoebe started winding up on her cries. Fletcher shook his head and smirked a little, "Sorry, Tree Frog. As much as you'd like to live naked in the water, it's not happening." And she cried all through being dried off, having lotion rubbed into her skin, her diaper put back on and being zipped into her pajama onesie (Fletcher dressed her in the pajamas Xavier picked out). It wasn't until she was completely dressed and held against her daddy that Phoebe began to settle down. Fletcher ran her brush along her brown, feathery soft hair and kissed her head, "I know, Daddy's just a sadist putting you through bathtime, huh?" He set the brush down and rubbed her back as she whined and continued to settle down, having only squeezed out a couple of tiny tears.

Picking up a blanket from her crib and a burp cloth, and draping both over his opposite shoulder, he looked to Xavier, inviting him to lead the way out of the room. "What movie do you feel like watching? We can go back downstairs and watch something. I'll get the dishes in the dishwasher and prep Phoebe's second bottle while you relax on the couch. She'll probably fall asleep a little after that bottle, and then it's just you, me and whatever movie you choose."

Xavier

Xavier smiled, watching his boyfriend and agreeing that he was lucky but there was no doubt in his mind that Phoebe happened for Fletcher at the right time and because it was supposed to happen. He deserved that streak of luck. He chuckled at all the cooing and gurgling suddenly understanding what people meant by 'baby fever'. Xavier was just as smitten with the infant as he was with Fletcher. He smiled at their kiss and watched intently at how he got Phoebe dry and out of the tub. He has never had to watch an infant for so long and do so many of the things he's now learned. Even when he was in London, his brother was too neurotic to let Xavier do anything outside the usual playing and babysitting. This was nice, learning new things and feeling like he was a part of Fletcher and Phoebe's life.

Seeing how much Fletcher has already done before even getting any time to wind down from work, he could see and truly appreciate just how tired his boyfriend was. He sympathized and it was one of the main reasons why Xavier made himself available to help in any way he could while staying with the Van Halls. It touched his heart taking in all the work Fletcher puts in not only in his professional life but at home too. Watching him look after Drew and Phoebe had truly given him the experience he didn't have before. He has known details of what his life was like but now he was there with Fletcher, watching and helping. It made his admiration for him grow even more. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice the baby crying. He was too invested in thinking about the life his boyfriend had and how he could continue being a support. Xavier smiled when Fletcher looked at him, coming out of his deep thoughts to lead the way back to the nursery. Maybe it was best Fletcher was doing the talking because Xavier, at this point, felt even more drawn to the older man and he'd probably make no sense if he tried to put words together.

"I'm down for anything. Are you thinking of classic or new?" He cleared his throat a bit as his mind tried to settle on the current question and not what he had been thinking of prior. "Let me know if there is anything I can do though. Seriously. I like helping." He smiled at Fletcher and then rubbed his back before leaving a tender kiss on his shoulder. "I'll go get the television set up and the Roku. We'll find something." He ran a hand through his tiny curls and then gestured toward the hallway. "I'll meet you downstairs, okay? You too, sweetie." He chuckled at the infant and then went downstairs to set up the television as promised. He stood in front of it, remote in hand as he browsed through the streaming apps. Xavier walked to the bottom of the stairs and went up a few steps to gently yell out, "Want to do a Marvel rewatch? How about Deadpool? We'd have to wait for the baby to be completely out though" He laughed softly, waiting for an answer.

Fletcher

Fletcher snagged a diaper and the pack of wipes just in case, and followed Xavier out of the nursery. He took to the stairs with care, carrying Phoebe down in his arm. After a brief stop in the living room to set Phoebe's things beside her living room bassinet, he shook his head on his way to the kitchen, "You choose, babe. I'll be back in about ten minutes." He gave Xavier's butt an affectionate grab in passing and then headed back to the kitchen. After rinsing then plates and utensils with one hand and loading it all in the dishwasher, he began prepping Phoebe's bottle. He put the leftovers in containers to go in the fridge and rinsed the pot and pan to go in the dishwasher too, and then finished Phoebe's bottle. While shaking it up, he returned to the living room. "Deadpool works for me. Phoebe's not gonna take anything from it. She won't be watching and I'm sure she's heard Drew and me say the same shit." He'd already decided he would wait until she was a little older before being careful about what he said and watched around Phoebe. For now though, he sat on the couch beside Phoebe's bassinet and positioned her in his arm for her to drink her bottle. "Now come sit down and press 'play'," he said with smirk to Xavier.

Xavier

Xavier smirked when Fletcher grabbed his ass. "Hey, now. I'm a good English boy, remember?" Xavier laughed and winked at Fletcher, watching him walk past.  He went into the Disney+ application, search and then chose the first Deadpool movie. "Gotcha."He chuckled hearing Fletcher say that Phoebe must have heard the same from him and Drew. "Well, that's true. There's not much they can capture now anyway," Xavier agreeed and then smirked at the command. "Yes, sir" ! Once everyone was settled, he sat beside his boyfriend and got comfortable, folding one leg under the other and waving at Phoebe with a giant grin on his face before pretending to bite her little feet. Xavier pressed play and started the movie, happy to have this time to spend with Fletcher. He raised his arm to wrap it around the other's shoulder and he leaned in to kiss his cheek. He had been wanting to do a Marvel rewatch of certain movies for a while now so he was pretty excited. He smirked at the "Angel in the morning" intro, humming along to it and laughing at the "A hot chick" and "a moody teen" credit opening. "Produced by Asshats..." He laughed again. "Genius."

Fletcher

"Yes, you are and I remember. But I'm *not* a good English boy," he replied and grinned in response to Xavier's laugh and wink. He sat down on the couch with Phoebe's head resting near the bend of his elbow while he gave her the bottle. "Exactly. We're good." He smirked when Xavier took a seat next to him, "'Sir', huh? In the right setting, could be turned on by that coming from you." He chuckled a little st himself and then glanced down at Phoebe, watching her stare up at the ceiling as she drank. He smiled again from Xavier's affectionate displays to her and to him, and then leaned in to his boyfriend a bit as the movie began. "This opening really was the best for a couple reasons. It's hilarious, and it got people paying attention to opening credits for once." When he looked down to Phoebe again, despite her consistent consumption of the bottle, her blinking was slowing significantly.

Xavier

"Oh, I know. That's why I like you so much." Now settled beside Fletcher and the baby, Xavier shifted his gaze from the movie to his boyfriend and his daughter a few times here and there. At Fletcher's words, Xavier grinned. "Time and place, love. I'll make that happen." He moved his hand to mess with Fletcher's hair knowing that his boyfriend knew that Xavier's word was always good. "Yes! I agree. I think I've watched this movie like 10 times now and it's never not funny or it never feels like I've watched it too many times. And the best is finding something funny at a rewatch that I didn't catch the first time around." He bit his bottom lip, letting his excitement show a bit. Xavier was more than comfortable showing how dorky he could be and how little things excited him. Some might have called it foolish or child-like but he felt like he could be himself around his boyfriend. After three months, there really wasn't much Fletcher didn't know about him. He could see the milk forming around Phoebe's little mouth and he practically melted before reaching for a baby cloth to wipe the corners. "Looks like your tree frog is partied out..."

Fletcher

"I knew. The bad boy label's finally paid off." He continued to wear a crooked smirk at Xavier's response to calling him 'Sir' and then said, "I hope so." He listened to Xavier while glancing at Phoebe and then watching the movie. With a nod, he told him, "It’s a good one to rewatch and I can't wait for the third one to come out. Still wanna plan on seeing it together?" He watched Xavier reach for the burp cloth and removed the nearly finished bottle, chuckling at her lips and tongue still working as though the bottle was still there. "It always gets me when she does that," he commented in a low voice. And after the corners of her mouth were cleaned, Fletcher set the bottle aside and shifted her position for some burps. When he tilted his head to look in her face to find she was early into her sleep. "Yeah, she's down for the count. At least for now." He rubbed her back while watching the movie progress with Wade appearing in a mark's apartment and eating their pizza. "If you could have a super power, or become someone from DC or Marvel, who would you be or what would you have?"

Xavier

“Sure did.” Xavier smirked at Fletcher all the while playfully brushing his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “I promise.” He smiled, watching the movie. Xavier nodded at Fletcher’s question about seeing the third installment of the movie when it came out. It felt easier now to make plans farther out in the future. Felt like it was definitely possible. “Hell yeah we’re watching the third one together. I’m already hearing so many great things.” Xavier let his attention fall on Phoebe for a little, completely smitten with how she continues to try to eat even when she’s pretty much asleep. “That’s so adorable. I melt every time.” Xavier was going to have a hard time not seeing that face everyday. He watched as Fletcher positioned the infant so that he could burp her and then mused over Fletcher’s question. “Oh that’s a great question. Probably the power of flight or being able to heal myself and others. Imagine just being able to see the world from up there and all the good I can do if I could help people heal. What about you?” Xavier glanced over to Fletcher after he posed the question on him.

Fletcher

He nodded a bit, feeling happy that Xavier was still on board with the 2 of them seeing the movie together. "Good, yeah I think it's gonna be a good one. The trailer that dropped Super Bowl Sunday was the best thing on TV that day. Damn Chiefs." He'd grumbled that last part but moved on, setting his attention back to his daughter. "Yeah, that's one of those things I'll miss when she gets older and stops doing it." He alternated patting and rubbing her back while listening to Xavier answer his question. "Y'know, neither of those answers from you surprise me at all. Neither of them are selfish when you think about it. Especially the healing one." When asked the question back, Fletcher said, "Deadpool's always been my favorite comic book character. I wouldn't want to be him even though he's a badass merc with a mouth who virtually can't die. But I'd go with telekinesis if I could have a superpower. Maybe the regenerative healing too if I could pick a second one." Phoebe burped and gently squirmed a little in Fletcher's arms before settling back down. He would wait for her to get into a deep sleep before setting her in the bassinet. "Telekinesis would be a gamechanger though."

Xavier

"Agreed! I feel like Ryan Reynolds never misses and getting Hugh on as Wolverine will be such a delight. Ugh, damn those Chiefs." Xavier shook his head, his attention still on the movie. He laughed here and there, also focusing on Fletcher's words. "I don't blame you. She looks so cute when she does it. He sat up a little and pulled his phone out of his back pocket to take a candid picture of Fletcher holding his daughter. "I have so many of these. I'm going to send them to you. I know you probably don't get too many with her since you're holding her." Xavier wanted to make sure Fletcher had the memories of when Phoebe was this small. Especially since time was such a thief. "Deadpool is great so I don't blame you. Telekinesis though? That's a solid power right there. And regenerative healing would be dope. Good choice!" He was enjoying the conversation and the movie playing in the background as he cropped the picture. He smiled gently as he admired how calm and peaceful they both looked. Xavier already knew their relationship would be a special one. "Look how cute you both look." The comedian then added, "Aww I just love you guys.." And then he paused for about ten seconds before he quickly sent the photo to Fletcher's phone number and left the phone sitting at his side. It wasn't like he was going to take it back. It was true. He loved them both. "I wonder what Phoebe's power would be?" His pulse picked up slightly and he hoped he hadn't made things too awkward. For Xavier, it was important to say things as they came to him. He didn't need to hear it back. He just really wanted to say it.

Fletcher

"Yeah, he's one of those actors who was born for the role. And he's great at making fun of himself when breaking the fourth wall." He gave Xavier an agreeing smirk about Phoebe and simply held her as she fell deeper into her sleep. He'd managed to get one burp out of her which he hoped would be enough to keep her from having an upset stomach while she slept. For a moment, he shut his eyes and was unaware of Xavier taking their photo but when he opened his eyes again and glanced from the TV to his boyfriend, he arched his brows a little. He heard him and asked, "You took a picture, huh?" It was something he would value; Fletcher was indifferent to having his own photo taken but he would treasure the photographic memories of Phoebe, especially as she continued to grow and change. "Thanks," he replied with a small chuckle, responding to the superpower question. "I'm pretty sure I've thought about it while high before. Among other things that'll never actually happen." Rather than picking up his own phone, he leaned over to look at the photo Xavier took. "Thank you for that," he said. "I'm glad you took that." After a little while, he kissed the little girl's head and moved her to the bassinet. Fletcher pulled the blanket he brought from the nursery off the back of the couch and draped it across his daughter's body from the chest down. With her lying on her back, he watched her for a moment and then moved to lay on his side, knees bent with his head resting in Xavier's lap. "I honestly don't even know. At this point, she's a super charmer so she'd have the power of persuasion." After a moment of seeming to watch the movie, Fletcher casually broke the quiet between them to ask, "So. You love us, huh?"

Xavier

"Yes, agreed. And I hear he is such a nice person, great to work with. His wife too." Xavier smiled softly at his boyfriend as he watched him with Phoebe. It looked like she wasn't the only one who needed the rest. "Do you want to lie down?" He continued brushing the back of his hair with his fingers. At the question, Xavier nodded, an innocent little smirk pulling at his lips. "Like I said, I have a couple now. I want you to have some memories when she was this tiny and sleep wasn't a thing." He chuckled softly and then showed Fletcher the phone so he could get a good view. "Anytime." He pulled away a bit so that Fletcher could get Phoebe into her bassinet. She looked so content. When Fletcher shifted to his side and rested his head on Xavier's lap, the comedian continued playing with his boyfriend's hair as he watched the movie and listened to the other. "Power of persuasion tracks for that little one." He smirked, glad in a way, there was no awkward silence just the movie playing in the background. Even if Xavier was thinking about his confession more, the movie did have a way of keeping him entertained and helping the flow of conversation. And then Fletcher spoke again and Xavier looked down at his boyfriend's face with the messy hair and he grinned. "I do. Love you. Both. I love Phoebe. And I love you. I'm more like *in* love with you but you feel me, right?" Playing it casually cool was making him a little anxious and so Xavier looked up at the movie once more so he could take some slow, deep breaths as subtly as possible.

Fletcher

"I believe that about both of them. And it doesn't hurt that they're both hot on top of that." Fletcher responded, knowing full well it had nothing to do with either of their personalities. When asked if he wanted to lie down, Fletcher answered, "In a bit," making sure Phoebe was taken care of first. There had been times on his days off where he would nap with her on the couch or in his bed but at night, he tried to make a point of laying her down in her own space. And after he had her down for the night or the time being, he made himself comfortable on the couch and on his boyfriend's lap.

Fletcher listened carefully to Xavier answer about loving him and Phoebe. He gave himself a moment to let it sink in that Xavier was in love with him and then he sat up so he could look at him properly, keeping himself close to the younger man while running a hand through his hair. Ignoring the movie for the time being, he said, "Yeah, I feel you," with a small twitch of his lips. He cupped a hand to Xavier's face and said, "It feels nice, really nice to hear that from you. Thank you for telling me." His sweetly stroked his thumb along Xavier's cheek, and then leaned in to kiss his forehead. "As soon as I feel ready to, you know I'll tell you back." He didn't have to declare a promise with it, knowing Xavier knew he would. He gave him a light kiss on his lips and then added, "You'll have to wait longer to hear the words back from Phoebe though." With a gentle grin, he drew back to look in his eyes and said, "But it won't be that long from me." Fletcher knew he wasn't there yet but his feelings for Xavier already ran deep in a short amount of time.

Xavier

“Being hot and unproblematic is great when in Hollywood.” He smiled a bit and allowed himself to become comfortable with Fletcher on the couch.

When Fletcher spoke, Xavier was all ears and he positioned himself so that he could hear what his boyfriend had to say. By now, Xavier knew Fletcher well enough to know he wouldn’t be cruel or dismissive or anything of the sort.  He fully expected the reaction and words that were currently coming from the other. He kissed the side of his boyfriend’s hand when he cupped Xavier’s cheek and nodded at the words. “I know.” He then laughed at the mention of waiting for Phoebe saying it following by another gentle nod at Fletcher’s reassurance.  Even if it never happened, Xavier wasn’t a man that lived with regret. “I’m a patient man.” He smiled and pressed a soft kiss against Fletcher’s lips. Perhaps, it could have been more romantic and less out of the blue. Xavier quietly wondered if maybe he should have waited just a bit longer. No regrets about what he said just wishing he’d have made it better. “I’ll be here.” And for some reason, those words carried more weight. Xavier would be there. One way or another he’d always be there and in that moment, he’d made a full realization of that. He pressed his forehead against Fletcher’s forehead and chuckled, reaching to massage the back of his neck before pulling back once more. He positioned himself so that he could tap his lap, inviting his boyfriend to lay on it again. “As we were?”

Fletcher

Fletcher snorted and sarcastically quipped, "Yeah, the best." He still wasn't avid in following celebrity news and gossip--Tanya kept him up to date the most--but he also didn't live under a rock.

While he and Xavier had their moment together, Fletcher largely kept his eyes on his boyfriend's dark brown pair. It was only when they kissed or rested their foreheads to each other that he'd broken contact. "Good, on both accounts. I need you to be patient with me. And selfishly, I want you here. I might be rusty on the meaningful relationship front but I know I adore the hell out of you and your kids, and you make my life better." He saw Xavier invite him back to his lap and after glancing at his thighs, Fletcher shifted on the couch, swinging a leg over to sit on his lap, facing his boyfriend with his knees pressed in the cushions. "Not quite as we were but still nice." And he kissed him deeply, wrapping his arms around the back of Xavier's neck and across his shoulders.

Xavier

“That’s a very good start.” He hummed, pressing his lips into a gentle smile. “I literally have no where else to go. Where am I going to find another you?” Xavier watched as Fletcher straddled him and he opened his arms as he laughed softly so not to wake the baby. Before he could say anything back, he had wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, letting his fingers trace Fletcher’s spine down to his waist before he could tighten his embrace as they kissed. There was some humor in the fact they never quite finished a movie but it didn’t matter when Xavier preferred this more.  He’d take anytime he could get with Fletcher.

Fletcher

"Glad I'm on the right track with you then." His lips formed a broad smirk. "You got me there. But you know damn well there are better people out there than me." His arms stayed where they were for the initial kiss but he slid them apart to rest his hands gingerly along the column of his neck. "I just want you happy for as long as youll have me. And I'll do my best to add to your happiness and contentment,  and to bring you and your kids whatever love I can give."And he *did* love Xavier as well as his kids. He just didn't know how to get himself in a place where he was ready to say it yet. "We'll get back to Deadpool in a minute," Fletcher muttered against Xavier's lips. "Maybe two," he added after making out for a few seconds more. He would never get tired of his boyfriend's kiss or his touch and decided to enjoy the moment of spontaneity for a little while.

And after that little while passed, he drew back to let them both catch their breath. "You're one of the most incredible people I know, X." He pecked his lips a couple of times and reached around to take hold of Xavier's hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss one at a time. And after another tender kiss to the younger man's addicting lips, he shifted off of his lap and moved to lay with his head there. This time, however, he was laying on his back so that he could easily look ho at Xavier, or turn his head to watch the movie. But currently, Deadpool wasn't holding his attention nearly as much as the man he was resting on.

Xavier

Xavier looked into Fletcher’s eyes as he spoke, the tug at his heart making it just a little harder to breathe. “Mmm. Perhaps. And there are better people than me too but I don’t want or love them. It’s what makes you you that I need and want. All the big things like your dedication to your family and your profession. How you handle it all well even though I know you’re tired and sometimes you need a hand.  It’s how you would drop anything for Rodrigo and the people you love like that time at the bridal shop. The way you’re so gentle with Phoebe and how you tend to her even though you try to convince me and yourself that you’re just trying. Nah. You were meant to be her daddy and you do it so fucking well. It’s how you push Drew even on his low days but you’re patient and loving about it. It’s how you’re so worried about inconveniencing other people so you prepare lunch ahead of time or try not to be in their way. It’s not that people who love you do things for you because they feel in debt to you. It’s because they want to. Because they know that the moment they need you, you’re going to get in your car, drive to where they are and put their crazy monster in law in a hold until the police arrive. I’ve never quite met anyone like you so better or not, you’re who I choose to want and love. Those folks ain’t got nothing on you, love. Don’t sell yourself short. I don’t think I’m willing to allow that.” He smiled and took a deep breath. Maybe that was better than a sudden I love you. “And you obviously make me happy. So much that I can’t even think about leaving Sunday. I like being a part of your life.  I’m proud to be your boyfriend and show you off and get to do this, all of this with you. I’ve never had that kind of tranquility with someone before. So I guess that’s probably why I’m so smitten. It’s new and fun and also painful because sometimes my heart just leaps and I’m like hey I’m I having a heart attack. No it’s just Fletcher.”

He smiled at his boyfriend not really knowing how to recover from the word vomit.  How did he even get here ? Who knows. His therapist always told him he was good with his emotions but Jesus. He did invite the kissing and the making out, enjoying every taste of his boyfriend. Sometimes he did it like it was his last.  He didn’t know why or maybe he did maybe that’s just how he wanted it to always be, leave behind some sort of everlasting memory. And when they broke their kiss, Xavier framed Fletcher’s face with his hands. “And I love that you love my kids. I don’t think I could have done this relationship at all otherwise. It’s been important to me. I need to have someone in my corner and theirs that I can trust and know that they’re loved.” He cleared his throat gently and listened to Fletcher calling him  incredible. “I’m glad I could be that for you. “ he knew that probably wasn’t the same for everyone but oh did he want it to be that way for his boyfriend. “It means I’m doing something right.”

Xavier chased every kiss over and over and over until Fletcher lied back on his lap. He delicately went back to running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair and let his gaze momentarily on the television. “You know when you look at me like that I just fall deeper and then I get this stupid little smile. Oh no oh no there it is…” he pointed to his mouth. “Dammit, Van Hall.”

Fletcher

Fletcher was overcome by Xavier's response--not because what he said was a lot. Xavier had truly seen him for who he was. Sure, Fletcher had his flaws. His mouth could turn people off or rile them up. Sometimes he engaged in casual self-depricating comments. Although he hadnt partaken sincs Phoebe was born, he got high from time to time which he knew was a turn-off for some people. As much as he exuded an intimidating calm now, he still had hairpin triggers and his temper had the ability to get the better of him in violent or hostile manners when he was truly angry. And as giving and caring as he'd been characterized, Fletcher knew that he was very selective in who he gave his time, energy, love and attention to. Because most people didn't get let in to the depths of who he was, they didn't really know him, and that suited Fletcher well enough. But Xavier was different. He seeped in past the surface and Fletcher let him in. As a result, he was seen by the wonderful man before him. And he was loved by him, in every sense of the word.

Fletcher wished he had something equally profound to respond with but in that moment, he didn't.  He sat there speeches and blushing, enamored and awestruck all at once. When he managed to respond, all that came out at first was. "Well shit." He smiled a little and then said, "You do a lot of things right, Xavier. More than you give yourself credit for. And you've got me. You, Winter and Henry have in your corner for however long you have me in your lives." That was a promise he could make right then and there. He'd already felt that way but he would say it aloud if it held more meaning. And after settling back on the couch as he was before, he listened to.Xavier while gazing up at him and chuckled, sarcasm heavy as he said, "Oh, no. I made you smile. Shame on me. Damn me to the seventh circle of hell." He grinned and reached for Xavier's hand to weave there fingers together. "Never apologizing for doing that by the way."

Xavier

Xavier noticed the tint in Fletcher’s cheeks and he ran his thumbs over them, whispering “as if you couldn’t get any cuter.” And then he smiled back. “Thank you.” He wondered if Fletcher knew just how much those words meant to him. In truth, he had come to terms that maybe finding someone romantically wouldn’t be in the cards for him especially with having two kids and an adoption process and how intense his work schedule was. Somehow he had found someone that understood him and his situation and still wanted to stick around.  He smirked at Fletcher’s sarcasm and then laughed. “Oh no.” Xavier tore his gaze away from the television and look e down at his boyfriend, taking his hand in his and bringing them up to his lips so that Xavier can kiss his knuckles. “Good. You shouldn’t.” He pressed their joined hands to his cheek. He was glad to have made Fletcher this happy in telling him how he felt. Waiting for Fletcher to say it back didn’t have to be now. “I love when you make me smile and laugh.  You’re pretty good at it you know?”

Fletcher

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, he said, "I'm not the cute one in this relationship." He pecked Xavier's lips, adding, "That's all you, thanks."  And then he got himself settled back on the couch. And then he met Xavier's eyes as their hands were lifted for a kiss. And then he said, "And so, I won't." He smiled a bit and turned his head to watch the movie. He listened to Xavier with a soft smile. "I love it too because your laugh is one of my favorite things to hear. So the fact that I'm good at it? Big-ass bonus for both of us." He squeezed their intertwined fingers and watched as Wade fought Ajax in a paper thin hospital gown.

Xavier

Agree to disagree," Xavier mumbled against his boyfriend's kiss then scrunched up his nose before pulling away. He listened to Fletcher as he spoke, looking down at him to capture his words and take in his features. He knew the movie by heart so he wouldn't be missing a lot by pulling his attention. Xavier reached for a throw sitting on top of the couch and he pulled it over Fletcher with a gentle smile.  "Is it really?" He asked in a tone mixed with curiosity and delight. "Mm good to know." He was watching the movie, playing with Fletcher's hand, letting his digits brush against his boyfriend's and then intertwining their fingers once more. Everytime their fingers touched, Xavier smiled to himself, his gaze still on the screen.  He was glad that he got to tell Fletcher how he felt and had been feeling.  Spending the last couple of days with him and his family had been nice. He had gotten the chance to get to know everyone better and to fall in love with Phoebe and Drew. Even though they weren't far from one another, Xavier was already dreading leaving. He still enjoyed the movie and enjoyed the company more. Xavier laughed at all the parts that were funny as hell. He kissed Fletcher's knuckles once more before letting their joined hands settle.  Xavier stole a few glances, smiling down at Fletcher every opportunity he got. And as the movie reached it's end, he checked on his boyfriend again. "Want to go to bed?" Which meant they'd get ready for bed or the next day or catch a few winks before Phoebe woke up for a few before it was time for her long stretch. "Or would you like a massage and theeennn get ready for bed? orrr a late night snack? What are you in the mood for?"

Fletcher

"What if I wanted to argue it with you, huh?" Fletcher asked, a challenging smirk gracing his lips. And although he'd set his sights back on the movie after lying down again, he glanced up feeling the blanket being draped over him. "Thanks, sweetheart." And he affirmed his own comment about Xavier's smile and laugh with an, "Mmhm," knowing how contagious he'd found both from Xavier. Other than little things from Phoebe, Fletcher couldn't remember smiling so often in his life before.

Finishing the rest of the movie with Xavier, Fletcher sat up, glanced over to slumbering Phoebe and then leaned against his boyfriend a bit. He thought about the options and then said, "I think a massage would be a first for me." He thought back, squinting a little as he did so and then mused, "Yeah. I've had shoulder rubs but that's about it." His eyes fell on Xavier again. "Let's get something to drink and head upstairs." He'd move Phoebe to her cosleeper once they were all up in his bedroom so that he wouldn't have far to go or disturb Xavier much if Phoebe woke up during the night. He folded the throw blanket and set it on the back of the couch again before standing and offering Xavier a hand to his feet. Then he bent over Phoebe's bassinet and carefully lifted the little babe up, startling her a little but not enough to wake her. He cradled her to him with one arm and padded to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, offering one to Xavier and then taking one for himself to bring upstairs.

Xavier

"That's fine. I'm sure the makeup sex would be fire." He chuckled. "I enjoy a good fight, don't you?" Xavier couldn't help but laugh softly as his gaze went back to the movie. Xavier was happy to be with someone as amazing as Fletcher. These last couple of days have confirmed that he found someone who matched him so well and challenged him enough to keep him on his feet.

"What?" Xavier asked incredulously. "No, no. We're fixing that tonight. I'm going to give you a nice, full body massage, get you all relaxed and happy." Xavier nodded and stood up with his boyfriend's aid, following Fletcher into the kitchen. He took the bottle of water from him and thanked Fletcher. Xavier helped by turning off the lights and making sure everything was off. He then made his way upstairs with Fletcher and the baby, opening up the bottle for a little sip.  Xavier pulled Fletcher's nightstand drawer where he was pretty sure he saw him put away the massage oil from Valentine's Day and when he found it, he tossed it on Fletcher's bed. "I'll be right back. Just undress for me." He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face and remove his contacts. After a few blinks, he felt so much better and Xavier placed his glasses on his face before he headed back to Fletcher's bedroom. "Hello, I'm Xavier Mitchell and I'll be your massage therapist tonight. We have a variety of services we offer. Deep tissue, Sweedish massage, Aromatherapy...I should warn you I am not licensed for this however I do watch a lot of Youtube.."

Fletcher

Fletcher arched his brows as Xavier's quick response and then after a beat said, "In that case, I will always argue me not being cute whenever you bring it up." He grinned and then answered, "See that right there's the problem because most fights I've gotten into aren't 'good'. They're just stupid and give me a headache. Especially back in my bouncer days."

With the movie over and them deciding what to do next, Fletcher half expected Xavier's response to him never having had a massage. He chuckled a little and couldn't resist asking, "Happy as in happy ending? I've heard those are a thing." He shut off the TV after helping Xavier to his feet and picked up Phoebe, and on as they were in the kitchen, he decided to lie Phoebe down in her crib instead. He kissed her forehead and settled her down in the crib's middle once they were upstairs. After turning on her monitor and lullaby sound machine, he quietly left the room with the door just a few inches ajar. But as he entered his bedroom, he watched Xavier go, brows sloped. "Where are you... okay." He pulled his shirt over his head and undid his belt to take off his jeans and underwear. Out of habit, he took a pair of pajama pants out but left them on the foot of the bed where he was seated when Xavier returned. He was taking his socks off but smiled seeing Xavier's glasses on his face. His greeting made Fletcher grin and he laughed at the ending disclaimer. "Good to know. Where do you want me, Mr. Mitchell?"

Xavier

"The consent is both sexy and appreciated." Xavier grinned and then laughed softly at Fletcher's playful words. "Nah, are you kidding? Valentine's Day was my Spring Awakening. A little late in life but that's okay." He chuckled, feeling his cheeks burning. "Uh, this is about you tonight. You had a long day, you come home to me and a nice meal and an excellent movie and now I'm going to give you a massage and whatever comes with that."

"You love it." He grinned confidently as he positioned himself. "I'll give you that. You're pretty hard to resist. Damn my difficult career." He smiled at the fact that Fletcher kept on with their ruse. "Already? It's my glasses isn't it? My boss tells me it makes me look smarter but it packs on the sexiness a little too much. Then there's the accent and now my hottest client is possibly falling for me." Xavier chuckled into Fletcher's neck and nipped it a bit before pulling back only slightly. "I think you can just, gotta let him down easily." Xavier smiled at the kisses on his palm. "Now I'm the one who's falling..." He smirked. "Close your eyes, baby." With his thumbs, Xavier began to massage his boyfriend's brows, gently pressing the skin. "This stimulates the muscles and tissues beneath. Or that's what Youtube tells me." He continued on, massaging the sides of his neck after doing his cheek bones and jaw. Xavier leaned in to kiss his boyfriend's lips and smiled as he lingered closely. "Why don't you lie down on your tummy and relax your shoulders?" He shifted so that he could climb off of Fletcher and let him get comfortable.

Fletcher

Always, sweetheart. I promise," Flstcher replied knowing full well he would never pursue any unwanted advances and simultaneously, he welcomed Xavier's pursuits. He chuckled and coolly assured, "Late is better than never at all when you're wanting one. But he listened to Xavier and said, "I appreciate that, but I mean it. However you want tonight to go is just fine by me. I'll be happy and a willing participant either way." Xavier had been good to him, Drew and Phoebe the whole week he'd been with them. The meals made, the attention paid to Phoebe and Drew, on top of him staying over night after night--going to bed with him and waking up beside him--all was making it out to be one of if not the best week for Fletcher.

With a dramatic sigh, he admitted, "I do. Goddammit," and then he grinned a bit, continuing to glide his fingertips up and down Xavier's sides. "The glasses, the accent, those lips that I could just kiss all night if you let me..." He trailed off, tilting his head to offer more of his neck to Xavier. His eyes shut as he added low, "He'll be alright. You and me? We're a thing now." His eyes opened again as he "signed" for Xavier and after looking into his eyes, he listened to the instructions given and closed his eyes again. He leaned back to rest his weight against his hands again and tried to keep his expression neutral the moment he felt Xavier's fingers at his brows. His lips twitched into a smile at the YouTube lessons reminder but he stayed quiet and focused on each area of his face as Xavier touched caressed it. The kiss caught him off guard but he relished it and kissed him back in no time. Again his smile returned as he opened his eyes following Xavier's next instructions. "See? This is why you get the cute label and not me. You're calling a grown man's stomach--your boyfriend's stomach his tummy.

As he made to turn over, he reached to bracket Xavier's chin with two fingers and pulled him in for another tender kiss. "Absolutely the cute one here," he grinned and then laid on his stomach--his tattooed back, bare ass and two calf tattoos on full display for his boyfriend. He was about to rest his arms on either side of his torso but with his head turned in the direction of his nightstand, he eyed the baby monitor and reached out to turn it on, and then resumed the position Xavier wanted him in. His head remained turned to one side as he randomly said, "You know, there was a time where I thought that, on a dare, I was going to end up with 'Kiss It' across my ass cheeks." He chuckled, thinking back to the memory. "Not the worst almost-tattoo but I sure as shit prefer Scrooge McDuck."

Xavier

"Jesus, every time you call me that, I'm putty. Is that one of your techniques? It just really rolls off your tongue." Xavier, while slightly embarrassed at the current admission, was beginning to realize that he'd never tell any other partner something that personal. He figured, it just made the words confessed in the living room even more realistic. He didn't have to worry about any of that with Fletcher. He smiled at his boyfriend's words. He did *want* one but he also hadn't realized that he didn't have one. Xavier had been clueless in a way at what an awakening like that would have felt like. It wasn't until he experienced that Xavier felt things he had never felt. "Well, now you have me thinking of that night and while we've had many like that before...you've tainted my mind for the night." He grinned, rubbing his nose against Fletcher's.

A soft chuckle fell from his lips. "I'm glad. I love making you smile." He felt the goosebumps forming against his skin at Fletcher's touches. "I'll let you..." He kissed more of his boyfriend's neck. "Oh? I love your confidence." Xavier continued his facial massage, smiling when Fletcher kissed him back. "Mm mm. I'm allowed to think my man is cute. And yes, it's a tummy--my tummy. My man." He grinned, about to move off Fletcher only to stop when he kissed him again. "You're so romantic tonight." He smiled widely, so wide it met his eyes. He liked seeing Fletcher so happy, so relaxed. It was even nicer knowing that Xavier had something to do with it all. After he chased another kiss, Xavier waited for Fletcher to get in position and then moved to straddle him again, stopping to give his butt a little smack. When the baby monitor turned on, Xavier smiled at the peaceful, sleeping baby on the screen. He gathered a generous amount of lavender oil onto his palms, rubbing them together before delicately applying it against Fletcher's shoulders and shoulder blades, rubbing the sensitive areas with his thumbs and then palms.

"You're so tense here, baby..." He whispered but continued listening to his boyfriend while he was being massaged. He laughed at the ass tattoo comment. "Well, it could still happen. I wouldn't be surprised if that's in Rodrigo's arsenal so you better be ready. " He smirked and nodded in agreement, keeping his posture propped so that he could be generous in his kneading. "I like Scrooge McDuck. For yoru ass maybe we could do like.. hmm... Property of X or X gonna give it to ya. Working in progress." He laughed, shaking his head some.  Xavier proceeded to massage down Fletcher's sides, stopping at his ribs to rub another usual sensitive spot. "How's that, darling?"

Fletcher

The smack to his ass made him perk up a little and glance over his shoulder as he said, "Hey, watch it. That thing's already the size of Pluto--you'll end up smacking it right off me. Then I'll be all back and legs." He let out a tiny, sorrowful sigh, completely joking as he turned on the monitor and settled in for the next part of Xavier's massage. Feeling Xavier's hands and the oil on his skin had been nice but the attention paid to his muscles? It was heaven. He rolled his eyes shut with a satisfied groan and admitted, "I hadn't noticed," in regard to how tense his muscles were. Without opening his eyes again, he smirked a bit, listening to Xavier. "Mmm, no, he spent that dare already. There's not a ton of dares I won't do from him but he can't keep on daring me to get random tattoos or else I'd be covered by now." A mischievous grin graced his lips after a beat, "But I can dare him." He chuckled at the ass tattoo ideas Xavier pitched, "If i was gonna get a tattoo for you, I could think of better places and ideas than on my pancake ass. Also, speaking of dares, before or around the time we became official, he dared me to ask you if I give you the warm and fuzzies or some shit like that." Even behind closed eyelids, he'd rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I told him I hated him for that dare."  Drawing in a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Fletcher responded, "Amazing. You're very good at this. I'm gonna have to try and not fall asleep yet."

Xavier

Xavier couldn't help the growing smile forming against his lips as his boyfriend spoke. It was nice, feeling like they were miles away from that first awkward kiss,  and while their attraction to one another was so instantaneous, building their emotional connection was the journey Xavier appreciated.  he wondered if it all had a lot to do with his absence due to work or their inability to seeing each other because of their demanding schedules. All those questions were gone now that he's spent time in Fletcher's home for a couple of nights. Xavier already knew he was smitten but a lot was cemented with him staying the week. With every kiss, and every gesture, Xavier felt the gravitational current course through him. "Your fault. For being so irresistible."

He laughed softly, some bashfulness peeking through as Fletcher went on. Knowing that his boyfriend had learned early on how much Xavier enjoys praise and the occasional compliment made him beam even more. They both had their ways of tending to each other's love languages, which was extremely important for Xavier.  To know that things he did and said to and for Fletcher made the other happy, made Xavier even happier. "I'm not telling you to butter you up but you should know that you make it easier for me to do so. Firstly, your smile alone is worth a million bucks but also, the way you've let me in and opened up..." He shrugged and framed his boyfriend's face with his hands. "Makes me want to do all the good and bad things to you. Also your brand of confidence is hot as fuck." Once Fletcher had rolled over and Xavier was on top of him massaging his shoulders, he laughed at the mirrors comment. "Stop..." He chuckled and shook his head.

Again, Fletcher had him laughing at the small ass jokes and Xavier shook his head before leaning into his boyfriend while on his back and whispering in his ear. "I think it's a great ass. But you can have some of mine. I've got enough junk in this trunk for the two of us."

It filled Xavier with so much pride and happiness hearing Fletcher's reactions to the massage. Considering his boyfriend never had one and how much Xavier wanted him to relax tonight, he was glad that it was working. He smirked listening to Fletcher talk about Rodrigo and then laughed at the mention of him being able to dare the Middle school teacher. "Make it a good one. Maybe like a Pokemon or something."  He loved their relationship and Xavier had grown to love both Rodrigo and Jade even more now. He'd take the shirt off his back for them because not only were they good people but they were good to Fletcher and his family. "Pancake ass." He hollered and let his laughter naturally fade. "You're killing me tonight..." Xavier then added, "Maybe you should be a comedian too." He listened to Rodrigo's dare and chuckled, his belly full of amusement tonight. "Oh well, since you're asking. You can tell him that yes, you give me all the warmth and fuzzies and I kinda knew you would early on but I was yours probably somewhere between Valentine's Day and the Sip N' See. Now you just give them to me everytime you look at me in certain type of way or kiss me or touch me. It's unavoidable, sometimes unexpected but overall the best feeling." As extroverted and open as he was, this was probably the first time in their relationship he's been so vocal about how he feels about well, everything. "Hey...if you're tired...fall asleep. I can give you your happy ending in the morning?" It was nice knowing he could be there when they both woke up. He leaned in again and kissed Fletcher's cheek. "Want me to do you butt and legs?"

Fletcher

"Fair enough. But that side of me only comes out when it's warranted," Fletcher replied with a pointed gaze to Xavier. And he was happy to hear Xavier's different laughs. It had him smiling as the two of them fed off of each other. "You're an easygoing person. To me, anyway. You're a whole lot of things that I've enjoyed learning about and experiencing when being around you. So I'm happy to have you do all the things." He grinned a little and even chuckled a bit with Xavier. Hearing his whispered words made him smile again. "Listen, I'm not messing with perfection. Your ass is glorious as-is."

While fully engrossed in thr massage--in Xavier's welcomed touch and kneading into his body, he smirked. "A Pokémon's not a bad idea. I'll have to look up a ridiculous one though. I dont know a lot of them but he can't be getting something cool or popular like Pikachu." Making Xavier laugh harder cause Fletcher to chuckle beneath him. "Hell no, I have stage fright," he joked. "I'll leave that profession to you." His eyes were still shut as he listened to Xavier respond about the warm and fuzzies. "You sure as hell are being more romantic than me tonight. I like hearing these things from you though." He moved his arms to rest his hands under his head and stayed that way, while thinking over Xavier's offer. But he opened his eyes at his last question. "Do my butt and legs? Well that woke me up," he chuckled. "I like what you're doing to my back and shoulders. But I was today years old when I learned butt massages are a thing so thanks for that info."

Xavier

He caught Fletcher's look and smirked. "Consider me lucky, then," Xavier added some more lavender oil to the palms of his hands before  he applied his hands to Fletcher's lower back, gently massaging that area, and moving his hands around his hips.  He loved all sides of Fletcher but this playful side was his favorite. The air felt light and they were able to be themselves. "Why, thank you. I'm glad you enjoy it." He couldn't help but laugh softly. "I'll make sure to give it an extra shake when I'm around you or when I walk away."

"Oh my God." He thought it was funny that he had given his boyfriend this idea. "We'll take a look at a couple. Oh! Henry's biggest obsession is Pokemon. He has an album full of cards. He can be your consultant." Xavier laughed, leaning in to press a few kisses against Fletcher's back. "Stage fright. Really?" He smiled and then sat back up again to continue. "I don't know...I think it's a tie tonight." Xavier stopped mid-massage when Fletchr spoke again. "Uh, yes of course. Your butt muscles hurt too! And I will take a bet that yours are sore from work since you're sitting for hours at a time during a session." Xavier finished off Fletcher's hips and then climbed off of him, positioning himself between his boyfriend's legs and spreading Fletcher's legs apart so he could sit there on his knees. Xavier then rubbed some oil on his hands again and gently pushed Fletcher's glutes upwards before rubbing the area with his thumbs. His hands splayed against his boyfriend's buttocks and he added pressure as he massaged. "Tell me that doesn't feel amazing?"

Fletcher

"I already do. Micro-horseshoes running through your veins and everything," Fletcher replied. He relished the massage and thought aloud, "I don't know how I managed to miss out on this for forty years but goddamn it's good." He grinned hearing Xavier talk about his own ass and said, "Picturing you just randomly shaking your ass without anyone understanding why is hilarious to think about. And just to take the mystery out of it, I *do* stare at your ass whenever you walk away, even if it's just for a couple seconds."

Fletcher chuckled, "Is he? Yeah, I'll enlist his help then and gear up for this dare. Catch Rodrigo off guard sometime and tell him I've already got him booked for the session." He then rolled his eyes, "It's not a tie. You won by a landslide. One of these days you're gonna have to accept that you just win some things between us. Cute is yours and tonight, romantic is *yours*. If I can accept it, I know you sure as hell can." He smirked a bit and then felt Xavier's hands leave his body, only to return directly on his ass. "Well damn, babe. And here I thought you were just gonna stick to my back. But I'd be lying if I said that didn't feel nice coming from you and those skilled hands of yours. Tell me YouTube didn't teach you that."

Xavier

Xavier chuckled at the thought of littlle horseshoes running through his veins and then shook his head. "You have away with words." HE agreed that Fletcher was missing out and sighed. "I don't know how either but you never had me as a boyfriend and I think that's got a lot to do with it." He smirked. "But I'm glad I can do this for you. Especially after a day of work." Xavier laughed as the ass shaking topic lingered. "They don't have to know. Only you. But no free shows for them so I'l sshake my ass in the corner or something." He loved hearing that Fletcher did check him out and it made his smile widen. "Oh yeah? Checking me out...I like that."

"Henry will literally talk your ear off and will be happy you listen. He'll find a ghastly  Pokemon for you. Wait, I think there's one named Ghastly actually." He laughed imagining it all. " He feigned defeat and sighed. "I suppose tonight I will take these roles of cute romantic. I t's a special night after all." He pushed Fletcher's glutes upwards and continued massaging his ass with pride. "Naw. I just know the human body but also, I've gotten to know yours." Xavier finished up the massage and sat up completely. "How'd that feel, sir? Was it to your liking? Do I get a good Yelp review?"

Fletcher

"That's me, poetic to a tee," he joked dryly, knowing full wll that sometimes he was great with descriptions while other times, he was downright crass and basic. "I think you're right about that. Made all the difference having you. Thank you for all this. I feel like I haven't thanked you yet and I'm a dick for not doing that sooner." He lifted an index finger in warning, "Don't argue with me on that by the way." He then lowered his hand to rest and smiled a bit. "Just free shows for me? I'm honored. And yeah, I've liked the view. Not as much as that gorgeous face of yours but still. It's nice eye candy."

Fletcher chuckled some more, "Is there? That's great. And if I had him get that one on or near his ass, it'd be gold." He heard Xavier's playful sigh and then quipped, "Damn right you will." With his head turned and rested to one side, Fletcher continued talking to his boyfriend while having his butt massaged. "This ass massage is one of the strangest things I've enjoyed. If I ever end up going somewhere to get a massage though, I'm having them stick to just my back and shoulders." When Xavier finished and sat up, Fletcher shifted a little to lay on his side and turned his head to look at Xavier fully. "First of all, fuck Yelp. I hate that site." He chuckled a bit, "And second, you, sir, were incredible." Turning and sitting up, he reached forward for his pajama pants but kept his eyes on Xavier. "How can I leave a tip?"

Xavier

He was about to protest. Something about not needing a thank you and how he probably has been thanked already when Fletcher told him not to argue with him on that. His mouth closed, thinking it was comical how his boyfriend knew him enough to say such a thing. Xavier donned a tiny smile as he continued his massage.  Fletcher’s compliment had him beaming again. “My face is going to be permanently fixed this way if you keep that up.”

“Yeah and I’m pretty sure he isn’t cute at all. The things I’ve learned with the kids in the house…” from Olivia Rodrigo to Pokémon facts, Xavier had a lot of facts in his arsenal that weren’t there before. He chuckled at Fletcher’s words. “If you get a deep tissue massage just tell them no butt. They’ll definitely ask like I did.” He then gently began to rub Fletcher’s buttocks before he finished. He met his boyfriend’s gaze and laughed. “Google reviews?” He smiled at the compliment. “Good.  There’s more where that came from whenever you feel like you need one.” Xavier shifted so he could then plop beside Fletcher and also laid on his side, propping himself up with his elbow. “I accept all tips. I’m all about equal opportunity.” He grinned and leaned in for a kiss before his boyfriend could get a hold of his pants. “Sleepy?”

Fletcher

"Then I'll stop. Thinking about a permanent smile gives me Joker thoughts," Fletcher replied, pretending to shudder followed by a smirk. "But I do like your smile a lot. About as much as your laugh." And with the talk about Pokémon, Fletcher snorted, "Even better. If nothing else, I'll end up Googling weird or ugly Pokémon and set up the dare from there." He loved Rodrigo and knew the two of them lovingly fucked with each other here and there. But for the time being he was deeply focused on the massage Xavier was giving him and how great it felt. "Good to know. You've spoiled me tonight, sweetheart." With them finishing up there and facing each other, Fletcher returned Xavier's kiss. Gripping the shoulder of his boyfriend's shirt, he let his lips linger for a bit and gave a satisfied hum before the two parted. As he grabbed his pajama pants to put on, he answered, "You're giving me a night of firsts because I don't think I've been sleepy, relaxed and turned on all at once." And as much as he wanted Xavier then and there, Fletcher had a thought while adjusting himself in his pajama pants and said, "You know, I've noticed I'm always falling asleep before you. Maybe I should see about getting you on my level of sleepy and relaxed and all that tonight."

Xavier

“No,  stop why’d you say that now I’m going to have nightmares. Thanks.” Xavier chuckles softly, his cheeks all warm from his boyfriend’s words. “These are things that make you irresistible. And I guess you did fall for me so now this contract is null and void.” Xavier grinned and as the conversation continued and they discussed the potential Pokémon tattoo, Xavier couldn’t help but laugh. “I am so glad I have low key become a part of this hot mess.” Instigating this future tattoo was already making his night. Once he was face to face with Fletcher, Xavier flashed him a smile before they were both lip locked. “Mm you deserved to be spoiled.” Xavier loved to do it so for him, it was a win-win. He tilted his head slightly as he listened to Fletcher, a soft laugh falling from his lips.  Already wearing lounge clothing, he laid back completely, sliding beside Fletcher and looked up at him. “That sounds nice.” He reached up to cup Fletcher’s face. “Do what you like, love.”

Fletcher

"I said it because--" He cut himself off and then asked, "Tell me you've seen the Batman movie with Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson? Or the. Batman animated series from the nineties?" He laughed a bit when Xavier brought up the contract. "Good thing we didn't get anything in writing or you might be able to sue me." He was just as amused at Xavier engaging in his and Rodrigo's antics. "Now we'll have to see if he actually good through with the dare or not, once I pick a Pokémon for his ass." He playfully rolled his eyes at Xavier telling him he deserved to be spoiled but didn't voice an argument. "What I want, huh? I'm pretty sure you were the one who was gonna dole out a happy ending at some point and I told younthe same thing." After flipping back the comforter and blanket underneath it, he wrapped an arm around Xavier and pulled him to his chest. "But I also got your permission to kiss you all night, so... I'd like to make good on that until I can't anymore."

Xavier

“Excuse me who do you think you’re talking to?” Xavier laughed. “Yes of course and that’s why I said I was having nightmares. Especially the end scene in the first Batman. Oh my God that should be our next movie rewatch.” Xavier grinned at Fletcher’s response to the contract being null and void. “I would never.” Xavier was now invested in Pokémon ass tattoo gate. “I want all the updates.” He nodded at Fletcher’s question. “That’s right.   And look at us being equal opportunity boyfriends.”Xavier grinned. “The offer is still on the table but I know you’re also tired, baby…” he chuckled when he felt Fletcher pull him to his chest. He happily rested his head there as he splayed his fingers against his skin. “I like the sound of that.” He looked up at his boyfriend’s face and smiled.  “And tomorrow before you go to work I’ll make good on that happy ending…”

Fletcher

"What, you want me to just assume I know every movie you've seen?" He asked with raised brows and a smirk. "You're worried about having nightmares but wanna make that our next movie we watch together? Make it make sense." He chuckled and shook his head. "You'll get updates, that's a given. Although I dunno how I feel about possibly sending a pic of Rodrigo's asscheek to you. I know he calls you 'our' boyfriend but I'm possessive and only want you looking at my non-ass." He'd been largely joking of course when he said this. And then as he listened to Xavier, he stifled a yawn, punctuating his own fatigue. With the two of them cuddled close, Fletcher bent his head and began on those kisses. "Thanks, sweetheart." His fingers stroked Xavier as he asked, "Did you want to get pajamas on or are you sleeping in what you've got on?" He gave another tender kiss, "And, tell me... do you have trouble sleeping?"

Xavier

"Yeah, I guess you're right but that's a classic movie and the Animated Series was everything, let's be real." Xavier chuckled. "The joked always scared me a bit but I still watched the movie. I'm a masochist, what can I say?" He grinned, knowing that his backwards logic would amuse Fletcher and that in itself made him happy. "Good and oh no ass cheek photos. I'm okay. You can just let me know the dare has been done and then I can cackle with my champagne flute and fur coat like some villain." He laughed. "Your ass is the only ass I want to see. You can let Rodrigo down gently for me and not in front of Jade." He laughed again. "do you have a little possessive streak? Kinda hot." He scrunch up his nose as is smiled mischievously.  "I can sleep in this..." He muttered against Fletcher's lips. He was wearing light lounge pants and Gargoyles T-shirt. "Yeah..I do. That's been going on since end of secondary school though..." He kissed Fletcher's chin. "But this cuddling? It does the trick," Xavier offered his boyfriend a lazy smile. This was his favorite part.

Fletcher

"True for both. I'm glad to know you're into them both," Fletcher replied. He chuckled a bit and teased, "Yeah I guess so. But you're a self-aware masochist so that's gotta count for something." At the talk of the prospective tattoo dare for Rodrigo, Fletcher lightly snorted at the image Xavier painted of himself as a villain. "I'm having a hard time picturing you as a villain. Sounds more like you'd be a pimp to me. But hell yeah I'm possessive. It's a very broad streak." When he was single, he was passive about the flirtatious customers he encountered but since his and Xavier's relationship blossomed, he was very swift in shutting down anyone else's advances and would have no problem letting anyone else know that he and Xavier were exclusively one another's. He'd given lazy kisses around Xavier's face and listened to him share that he'd had sleep troubles for more than a decade of his life. Kissing him full on the lips, he stroked a thumb near Xavier's hairline and then told him, "I'm glad this helps." He'd made sure the covers were pulled up on the both of them but underneath it, he was drawing slow circles along Xavier's side and occasionally leaning in to kiss Xavier on his forehead, his hair, his temple, anywhere his lips touched, right up until he'd succumbed to sleep.

Xavier

XAVIER

Xavier had a great morning so far. Winter and Henry had made him laugh until he couldn't breathe at drop-off. He had picked up his favorite breakfast sandwich and had made time to tidy up. The cleaning crew would come by next week as scheduled but Xavier worked better in a less cluttered environment. Henry usually stuck to the play area and theater but Winter had quickly become the owner of the entire place. Everywhere he went, Xavier found makeup. Why does a 15-year-old need so much? He got her a giant makeup organizer and set it up in her bedroom. Before he knew it, it was time to meet with Fletcher. Xavier tried not to make a big deal of it because he didn't want to scare the other man with his feelings but admittedly, he was beyond excited to see him again. After showering and changing into an outfit that would hopefully catch Flether's attention. He sprayed some cologne on and then took one last look in the mirror before getting his car to drive to the address Fletcher had given him. He tried to ignore the butterflies forming in his stomach or the way he couldn't stop smiling just thinking about the tattoo artist. When he arrived, he parked his car and walked up to the entrance to ring the bell. Xavier straightened his jacket and took in a deep breath as he wondered how he'd greet him. Should he kiss him? What was the protocol? All he knew was that the moment he'd lay eyes on Fletcher, he'd probably forget it all anyway.

FLETCHER

Fletcher had a long night, mostly with Phoebe, but with Drew too. Phoebe had been fussy and at one point, Fletcher didn't know what to do. He'd changed her diaper, fed her, and held her until she'd fallen asleep, but she hadn't stayed asleep for more than twenty minutes or so before she was fussing. He'd cuddled her to his chest and shoulder, lightly bounced her and even tried softly singing to her but nothing worked. It led to him waking Drew for help, which he'd felt guilty about. Drew showed him a different position to hold Phoebe in and when Fletcher tried it, he ended up relieving Phoebe of some gas. The two men had a bit of a laugh about it but the relief helped the little girl get some sleep, allowing them to also sleep. It wasn't for very long though, before Fletcher had to get up and get her fed again--this time making sure that she was thoroughly burped. He'd fixed a late breakfast for Drew and himself, and then showered in his boxer briefs with Phoebe snuggled to his chest, knees tucked up in the fetal position. He dresses them both and helped Drew get ready for the day, all the while steadily thinking about Xavier's visit. He could admit that he liked Xavier. He liked thinking about him, talking with him, kissing him and fooling around with him. And he suspected he would like chilling with him while they watched, or didn't watch a movie. Drew had decided to make up for the lost sleep by napping, so when the doorbell rang, it was just likely to be him, Xavier and a fast-fading Phoebe. He shifted his hold on the tiny babe while padding across the floor in his socks to answer the door. One arm securely held Phoebe to his chest and shoulder where she enjoyed being the most, while his other hand turned the lock and opened the door. He smiled and softly said, "She'll be knocked out soon but if I put her down now, she'll start fussing."

XAVIER

Xavier's smile grew the moment Fletcher's opened the door and he set his sight on Phoebe. She was so tiny and beautiful that he was at a loss for words. Xavier loved kids, always spoiling his nieces and nephews, and now his foster kids. He nodded at Fletcher's words and walked right inside the home so that no cold air would run inside. "Oh, she's a beautiful little darling." He walked around Fletcher so that he could get a good glimpse of Phoebe and then waved at the half-asleep infant. She looked so comfortable and content in her dad's arms and it brought a smile to his face. Xavier then pressed a gentle kiss to Fletcher's shoulder before shrugging off his jacket and placing it on one of the couches. Xavier took a good look at Fletcher. He looked tired. "Do you need any help with anything? While you get the baby down?"

FLETCHER

Fletcher's lips lazily tugged up on one side at Xavier's reaction to the sight of Phoebe. The month-old girl really was tiny. He'd shut the door behind Xavier, keeping the warmth inside the house while Phoebe's backside was draped in a soft, fleece blanket. "She's my little tree frog," Fletcher murmured, watching the younger man peer around to Fletcher's shoulder where Phoebe's head was resting, cherub cheek squashed against a burp cloth. She had straight, dark brown wisps of hair on her head, the same color as Fletcher's. Her barely-there eyebrows were rested above her closed eyes, and her lips and tiny tongue worked in a suckling gesture despite having nothing there. Fletcher smiled softly at Xavier's kiss and then he ked the way over to the living room. "No. I've been washing some of my shirts in the baby detergent so Phoebe doesn’t get a rash or something. So I've got some clothes to fold and put up but I'll get them done later. And you're here to spend time with me, not do maid service for me." He gave Xavier a warning look and then leaned down a bit to peck his lips. There was a single basket of clean clothes--mostly Phoebe's, along with some of Fletcher's thermals and graphic tees. The TV was already on with the Roku screensaver on display. "You thirsty or hungry?" he asked, still keeping his voice low as he tugged the mobile bassinet closer to the couch.

XAVIER

Xavier kicked off his sneakers and placed them to the side, close to the entrance of the house. "Little tree frog. That's adorable." He grinned, making his way back to Fletcher and the baby so that he could admire her a bit more. He wouldn't dare touch her or anything not until he washed his hands and not while her father was trying to get her to fall asleep. He watched the two thinking about the love that was shared between the two. Fletcher was a natural. "Gosh, to think they start off so small...a tiny little princess." He whispered and watched as Phoebe rested. He followed Fletcher into the living room. "I can help with those perhaps?" But his words were cut short by Fletcher's words. Xavier could not help but chuckle softly at that only for the laugh to be cut short by Fletcher's kiss. A smile appeared on Xavier's face and he shook his head at the question. "Oh no, I'm alright. But thank you for offering." He moved to sit on the couch. "How long does she go down for at this hour?

FLETCHER

Fletcher smiled a little at Xavier's reaction to his nickname for Phoebe. "Yeah, it's wild. When she was I'm the NICU I couldn't get over how fuckin' small she was. She's still small but growing." He shifted his hold on Phoebe to better lay her down when the time came, but the more he eyed the bassinet, the more he thought she wouldn't sleep as long. He wanted her to get a good nap in and knew she slept best either in his arms or in her cosleeper upstairs. Since he was also trying to spend time with Xavier, Fletcher changed his mind on them hanging out in the living room. Following the kiss, he reiterated, "Yeah, you're not helping with that so put that outta your mind." Bending his knees slightly, he picked up the remote from the armrest and turned the TV off. "Slight change of plans. C'mon," he said, still keep his voice low as he led the way to the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. He glanced over to Xavier and answered, "If we stayed down there and she slept in that bassinet? Maybe forty-five minutes. But if she sleeps on me or in her cosleeper, she'll sleep a good two hours before waking up wet and hungry." He pushed his partially open bedroom door wider with his free shoulder, revealing his room to Xavier. His queen-sized bed was covered in black and dark gray bedding with the comforter pushed to one side from Fletcher getting up earlier that day. Phoebe's cosleeper was secured on one side near Fletcher's night stand. The room's only window had gray blackout curtains draped over them and were partially open. Beneath the window sat a low dresser, atop sat a TV, a PS4, and various care items for Phoebe.

His closet took up the width of the wall space next to his door; one sliding door was drawn back but the bulk of the clothes that could be seen hanging from within were Phoebe's, suspended from small baby hangers. The floor of the closet had various styles of shoes thar belonged to Fletcher, and in front of the closed half of the closet stood Dumbo's cage, currently empty due to him being at The Ink Tank. "Make yourself comfortable," Fletcher encouraged, padding around the front of the bed to the far side so that he could lay Phoebe in her cosleeper.

XAVIER

Xavier listened to Fletcher talk about his daughter. It was endearing how smitten he was with his child but who could blame him? Phoebe was a doll. "It's so scary when they're so teeny, yeah? Afraid of doing the wrong thing, holding them the wrong way. My brother has twins and they were born early so they were tiny as well. I remember holding them both and it felt like I was holding paper." He smiled. She looks like you. Has your hair. Your features" He watched them both and then held his hands up in surrender. He wouldn't be folding laundry today. At the change of plans, he nodded, leaving his jacket on the couch and following Fletcher. Xavier held the door for Fletcher as he pushed it open with his shoulder and waited for the new dad to walk in with the baby. Once in the room, he looked around, a smile on his face as he took in the space. Xavier moved to sit on the foot of the bed and watched Fletcher place Phoebe in her co-sleeper. "She's so perfect, Fletcher. Congratulations. Truly." Xavier kept his voice down, not wanting to wake her up. He glanced over to them and smiled as the little one snuggled up in her sleeping area. He thought about how quickly Fletcher had to adapt to fatherhood and how that already made him better than most parents. In that vein of thought, Xavier mused over how much of a big deal this probably was to the older man. He was allowing Xavier to meet his daughter and that in itself made Xavier feel lucky. "You know, seeing you as a dad is very sweet. She adores you and you, her."

FLETCHER

"Mhm. They're strong in a lot of ways, but so damn helpless and vulnerable at the same time." He appreciated Xavier ceding to letting the laundry be while he was there. Sure, Fletcher was tired but he would get it done and knew he hadn't invited Xavier to do anything of the sort. "How old are your brother's kids?" he asked. Once in his room, Fletcher situated Phoebe in her cosleeper, tugging a pink and purple receiving blanket off his pillow to swaddle the little girl in. He wasn't the best at swaddling despite watching the NICU nurses several times, but ultimately, he got the blanket tucked around his little girl. As soon as she was secured, he stretched out onto the bed, reaching for the TV remote off his nightstand. "Thanks," he said with a sleepy smile, rubbing an eye with the heel of his palm. Sitting up, he tugged on Xavier's arm indicating for him to join him near the pillows instead of the foot of the bed. "It’s still new to me, but I'm doing my best and loving the hell out of her along the way." He turned the TV on and another Roku screensaver appeared. "What do you feel like watching, or not watching?"

XAVIER

"Clayton's twins are three and a half now. They're amazing. Kind and special like their parents. Super intelligent too." He grinned thinking about his nephew and niece. "Proper little children. They throw one helluva tea party." Xavier chuckled softly. He adored those kids just as much as he adored his own. "Oh, I can see that." Xavier glanced over his shoulder as he felt himself being pulled in Fletcher's direction. He moved back and closer to the other, lifting his arm to place it around Fletcher's shoulder. This felt nice. Right. "I'm down for whatever. Something dumb we don't need to pay any attention to. I'd much rather give that to you." Perhaps it came off flirtatious but he meant that whole-heartedly. Talking to Fletcher every night and any time they had a chance had left him with wanting to learn more if not everything he could learn about the other man. He pulled him as close as possible and smiled, letting his socked foot tap Fletcher's. "Surprise me."

FLETCHER

"And like their uncle," Fletcher added, hearing how old Xavier's niece and nephew were and what they were like. "And they're all back in the UK?" he asked, knowing Xavier mentioned visiting family while he was there recently.

Fletcher shifted a bit when Xavier joined him by the pillows. He rested his head on Xavier's chest and looked to the TV, lifting the remote to get to the home page. After hearing Xavier's answer, he gave a thoughtful grunt and then began searching through the different streaming channels until he landed on Hulu. He'd gone to his own profile and then searched through until he found what he was looking for. In no time, Fletcher was hitting "Watch Now" to Hook. And then he reached across Xavier's middle, dropping the remote and leaving his arm draped across Xavier's torso. "Surprise," he joked in a low, even tone.

XAVIER

He ducked his head at the comment and grinned. "Yes, I suppose. They are. I have no family here. I try to see them as much as I can and they come here too. Clayton and Athena, my sister-in-law enjoy coming out to the states." Xavier rested his chin gently on top of Fletcher's head, a small smile appearing on his face as they cuddled up together. He watched the television as Fletcher browsed for a program but his mind was mostly blank. At that moment, he could only think about how nice this all felt and how easy it felt too. When Hook was chosen, Xavier chuckled a bit, his chest rising and falling underneath Fletcher. "I should have known. I've seen Hook a few times and it never gets old." He slowly massaged Fletcher's back with the palm of his hand before his fingers began to trace circles there. The fingers on his other hand, teased Fletcher's fingertips, grazing them softly but not interlocking. "Robin Williams...what a gift..." It was good that he knew the movie well enough to make shit up as he went because he needed to say anything to not look overly consumed by their light and intentional touches.

FLETCHER

"Is that hard, or is it alright since you all still visit each other?" Fletcher asked. It sounded like Xavier was very close to his family despite being on 2 different continents. Outside of his uncle, and Emiliana and Rodrigo who were extended family for him, he couldn't relate. Still, he admired Xavier having that kind of relationship with his family. Fletcher was enjoying the closeness and gentle caresses from Xavier as well as listening to the vibrations of his voice when he spoke. "It's one of my favorite movies. I could recite it line for line." He smiled lazily at the movements of Xavier's fingers. "Yeah, we sure as hell didn't deserve him." Carefully, he moved to sit up a little, just enough for him to turn his head and kiss Xavier's lips for a little while. He'd cupped a hand to Xaiver's cheek and relished in the feeling of their lips on each other's, and when it seemed like they both could use some air, he reluctantly pulled away, snagging a few pecks and then the corner of Xavier's lips before slipping back down a little in the bed to rest against his chest. His fingers found Xavier's as he draped his arm across the younger man's fit body and wove his fingers between Xavier's. As he'd done this, he was half-heartedly humming along to the school play music coming from the movie.

XAVIER

"It can be hard. My mum. Well, she's sick." He smiled softly. "Let me rephrase. She's better now. If I were in London I'd be taking care of her. We're very close all of us. My last trip was because she got to ring her bell at the hospital. Remission. I wanted to be there with her." Xavier cleared his throat softly and then sighed. He hasn't told anyone about his mother. She'd kill him if she knew. She hated pity and she hated that her kids were sad at all over it but he'd told her many times before that it was impossible not to be sad. "So, it's very nice seeing you take on this giant responsibility and act of love for your uncle. It's lovely." When Fletcher spoke about his love for the movie, Xavier couldn't help but find that piece of information endearing. "That's cute." He smiled and nodded in agreement. "Agreed." The comedian kissed the top of Fletcher's hair only for the older man to shift slightly to face him. Xavier brushed Fletcher's hair with his fingers and for a few seconds, he admired the other's face. He returned the kiss, allowing himself to get lost in the moment just like the last time and the time before. He laughed softly when Fletcher pecked the corner of his mouth and he stole a few kisses of his own before the other was back to resting on Xavier's chest. His heart was racing, full of desire to stay wrapped up this way for as long as possible. When their fingers finally laced together, Xavier brought Fletcher's hand to his lips so that he could kiss his knuckles. He smiled to himself, listening to Fletcher's humming.

FLETCHER

Fletcher listened to Xavier and made sure his eyes were on the Brit particularly after Xavier told him that his mother had been ill. "Well shit. I'm glad she's in remission. I bet she was really happy having you home for a little while." Hearing Xavier, he then said, "Thanks. There's no way I would've left my uncle high and dry or fully trusted his care to someone else. Oh, and yeah, I guess I love the guy too." He added that last part with a few light twitches at his lips. Fletcher hadn't minded partially tuning out from the movie for a little while and instead making out with Xavier for a little bit. He was tired, sure, but he was also very distracted by the smell of Xavier's cologne and the feel of his soft, full lips. Xavier's fingers in his hair had quickly become a favorite gesture that made his heart rate pick up slightly. He was enjoying all the reactions his body would have to the Xavier, even when he was sleep-deprived. After their bit of making out and the extra kisses they'd given each other, he was content being cuddled up to the younger man's side. Shutting his eyes, he was telling himself not to fall asleep but had a feeling he might lose that internal battle. Without opening said eyes, he murmured, "Do me a favor. If I fall asleep, don't let me sleep longer than the baby, okay?" Fletcher was a light sleeper so if Phoebe woke up crying, he would wake in an instant.

XAVIER

Xavier smiled listening to Fletcher. It really was such a huge green flag that he took care of Drew and Phoebe. It meant that he knew and kept his priorities straight. Xavier continued playing with Fletcher’s hair as the other seemed to get quieter. He wasn’t really focusing on the movie. His thoughts were elsewhere, mostly on the fact that he wouldn’t mind being more than just “lovers” someday and hopeful that that is where they were going. The idea that maybe it may never go there did arise in his mind and while he didn’t want to dwell on that. Xavier looked down at the other when he spoke again and nodded. “You got it.” He wasn’t sleepy so he wouldn’t be joining Fletcher on his nap but Xavier was glad that the older man was going to rest. He kissed the top of his hair and then continued massaging him there. “Hey…” he whispered once he felt that Fletcher was completely silent. When he didn’t move, Xavier glanced down and caught a glimpse of the sleeping man. A soft smile pulled at his lips. Xavier remained cuddled up with Fletcher, reaching for the controller to lower the volume a bit. He looked over to Phoebe to make sure she was still asleep and whispered. “Sleep well, princess.” He remembered that Fletcher needed to be at work in a couple of hours and subtracted an hour for him to get ready, look after the baby, and feed her or whatever he needed to do. He reached for his phone in his pocket and set up an alarm in case neither of them woke up in time. After about twenty minutes of Xavier waiting for Fletcher to be deeply asleep, he gently shifted so the man was comfortable on a pillow and Xavier was able to get up. He placed the black sheet over him and smiled, taking one more look at Phoebe. “Just getting some water.” Xavier whisperers before he’s off to the kitchen but he ran into another man which startled him. “Oh my, I’m so sorry.” Xavier chuckled softly. “Hello, sir. I’m Xavier. Fletcher’s friend. You must be his uncle Drew?” He extended his hand

FLETCHER

Fletcher felt oddly soothed by the way Xavier was playing with his dark locks. It momentarily reminded Fletcher that he needed to pay Kendra a visit for a haircut but for the time being, he was enjoying all the sweet caresses near his scalp. Eyes still shut, he was listening to the movie and was able to visualize what was happening as he heard it progress. But at some point, before Tinkerbell had taken Peter back to Neverland, Fletcher had fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths and once he was in a deep enough sleep, he'd begun lightly snoring. Xavier's shift out of the bed made him stir a little but he settled back into his sleep, arm draped across the cool pillow that now replaced the warmth of his lover's body. Meanwhile, across the hall from Fletcher's room, right next to the upstairs bathroom, Drew emerged from his own nap, feeling more rested and contemplating some work in his garden before the rain returned later on. He'd checked the time on his watch and knew Emiliana would be coming over in another hour or 2 before Fletcher left for the shop. With his cane in hand, he carefully made his way downstairs to the kitchen to help himself to some tea. On his good days, he could manage well enough with the electric kettle. But as he stood in the kitchen, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and heading his way, assuming it to be Fletcher. But when he looked up, it most certainly wasn't his nephew. For a split second, Drew was prepared to use his cane as a weapon but before the idea could go beyond thought, he remembered Fletcher telling him about his "friend" coming by. He hadn’t expected the accent and raised his brows a little bit but shifted his cane from his right hand to his left to shake his hand--his eyes looking up at Xavier. "I am. Just Drew's fine though. And you must be more than his friend if you're coming from upstairs. Fletcher's bedroom if I had to guess." The expression on his face said, 'I dare you to tell me I'm wrong.'

XAVIER

“Drew. Got it.” Xavier smiled at the man shaking his hand and feeling slightly nervous. He withdrew his hand and then chuckled as he scratched his brow. “Well, I suppose we’re figuring that part out. More than friends is a fair assumption.” He grinned at the man. “He fell asleep, didn’t have the heart to wake him and the baby is asleep too. He looked tired. I have an alarm on my phone since he has to be up to get ready for work in about an hour. “ Xavier then added, “You have a lovely home, Drew.” He noticed the electric kettle and wondered if Drew would join him for a light lunch. He’d make sure to get enough for everyone. “I was going to order lunch for all of us. Please say you’ll join?”

FLETCHER

Drew listened to Xavier and nodded, not prying further at the moment into his nephew's relationship with the man before him. "Thanks for letting him sleep. This is all new for him and he's doing great but that need for sleep's important." Drew had no idea if Fletcher had told Xavier about their night and Phoebe's tummy troubles but he was grateful to the young man for allowing Fletcher to get sleep. "Thanks. Fletcher already show you around?" he replied to the compliment about his home. "I do love it here." While the kettle was heating water, Drew reached for the container of tea bags on the counter and started looking through the different kinds. "Depends on what you're ordering," he joked dryly, turning his gaze back to Xavier with a slow-forming smile. "I'd be happy to. Besides, we can get to know each other more while Fletcher's sleeping." His gaze went back to the container, fingering through the packets slowly until he plucked a chamomile one and started to tear it open. "So tell me about yourself, Xavier."

XAVIER

"Oh absolutely! Whenever he can get it, he definitely should." Xavier shook his head at Drew's question. "Well, no not quite but I like what I have seen! As soon as I walked in it was my first thought." He pulled out his phone and searched for the Postmates app. "Well, there are plenty of options and I'm sure we will agree on something!" He grinned. "I know Fletcher is a fan of Mexican. What do you think, Drew?" Xavier nodded his agreement. "That's exactly what I was thinking!" The comedian leaned against the wall, placing his phone on the counter until they decided. "Well, I'm originally from New York but was raised in London so I have a double nationality. I live here in San Francisco. Currently fostering two children. I enjoy long walks on the beach..naw just kidding." He chuckled. "I studied in London and eventually moved to California with my best friend. Fletcher is a friend of a lot of my friends so we ran in the same circles just never quite spoke to one another. Until recently. What about you? And you're welcome to ask me any questions you'd like.

FLETCHER

"Glad you understand that." Drew asked. He put his newly open tea bag on the counter and carefully poured the hot water from the electric kettle into his mug. He was slow so not to make a mess with his somewhat unsteady hand. "Mexican's not bad. He likes barbecue too, so if you're going with one of his favorites, either of those'll do. But he's a goddamn Hoover vacuum so if you dont go with one of those, he's bound to eat it anyway." Drew shrugged, setting the kettle back down and dropping the tea bag inside the nearly full mug. He left it on the counter so the drink could become nice and strong. Turning his back to the counter, Drew listened to Xavier and leaned on the cane. He listened to Xavier share a little about himself. Xavier answered one of the questions Drew was going to ask, which was if he'd had any kids. But he appreciated that he was fostering. The joke made him faintly chuckle once and roll his eyes. And when Xavier finished, Drew nodded. He turned a little, enough for him to dip and plunge the tea bag in and out of the surface of browning water. "I dunno if there's much to tell about me. Served in the Air Force and moved around a few times before settling in San Francisco after I was discharged. Worked some odd jobs while getting into the tattoo business. Eventually took a gamble and opened my own shop--The Ink Tank. Ran it up until about ten years ago when I got my diagnosis. I'm guessing Fletcher told you about that." He hadn't asked but merely assumed given Xavier's presence in his home. Shoulders shrugging once, he then said, "Now my life's gardening, physical therapy and enjoying my home and early retirement as much as I can." He picked up the mug around its now warm body and made his way to the kitchen table to sit. "I've got two kids--other than Fletcher. But we're not close." He'd left it at that, not being much of a fan of discussing his children's estrangement.

XAVIER

Xavier flashed the older man a smile and nodded. He wanted Fletcher to be well-rested and he wouldn't get in the way of that. "Ohh barbecue sounds nice. What are some of your favorite dishes from both?" Xavier figured if he ordered something of everything, everyone could pig in. He chuckled a the mention of Fletcher being a Hoover. "Well that's good, I like someone that can eat. Am I right?" He looked up at the man after beginning orders at two different locations, waiting for Drew to tell him some of his favorites. Xavier listened intently to Drew as he spoke about his life and gave away some details. This was nice. Xavier could see why Fletcher cared so much about his uncle Even hearing how he included Fletcher as one of his children made him happy. It reminded him of how quickly his parents took in him and Clayton. "Yeah, Fletcher has told me. I tell him that he's lucky to have you and you him." He offered the man a smile. "Gardening is nice though! I have a friend who's an expert in flowers and botany. They've helped me appreciate it. When the weather is nicer, I'd love to see it." Xavier walked over to the table with Drew and pulled the chair for the other man, waiting for him to sit to join him. "Am I ordering for four right? I think Fletcher mentioned Emiliana coming to help with Phoebe while he worked?"

FLETCHER

"I'll tell you on the condition that the next time you're in my house, you let us be the ones to feed you and not the other way around. And by us, I mean Fletcher," Drew said with a light smile despite his naturally gruff voice. "If that's a big qualifier then you've got a good eye with my nephew." Thinking about what he liked though, he said, "Sopas for Mexican. Brisket for barbecue." He accepted the chair pulled out for him with a, "Thanks," and after telling a little about himself to Xavier, he said, "Yeah, I was gonna go out there today but I guess Mother Nature had other plans." It was just as well, considering how much he ended up trying to catch up on sleep earlier. As he brought his mug to his lips, he focused on being careful but heard Xavier's question and looked overhead at the clock on the wall. "Yeah. She'll probably be here soon. Might even have some food with her since she's notorious for feeding us too." Leaning in a little he asked, "Did somebody tattoo 'helpless' or 'invalid' on mine and Fletcher's foreheads when we weren't looking?" He took a beat and then smiled a little behind his sip at his own joke.

XAVIER

"That sounds like a solid little pact there. Let's see if I continue falling in your nephew's good graces." He chuckled. and added a few more things to each cart for both choices including some vegetarian choices for himself. "It is! I love to cook and eat as well so I need someone who could keep up." He grinned at Drew. "Sopas, yum. Alright, I see you, Drew. Good choices." "I joke that every time I visit family in the UK, I bring the weather with me. Too bad." he chuckled at the mention of Rodrigo's mother feeding them both. "That just means she loves you both. It's a love language of its own." He leaned in as well as if he was about to listen to some giant secret and then chuckled at the words that had come out of Drew's mouth. "Nah, you just happen to find two people in the world that don't mind feeding you. but next time, Fletcher better be ready to cook up something good for yours truly." He smirked and then sent off the orders. "20 minutes."

FLETCHER

"If you're here at the house, then you're in his good graces," Drew assured, taking a sip of his hot tea. He listened and said, "Tell me what you like to cook." He nodded with a light smile at Xavier's reaction about his favorite Mexican dish, and went on to explain how Emiliana's cooking has spoiled him over the years. He waved off the explanation about Emiliana's love language with an, "I know." He sipped some more tea after posing his question to Xavier and then lightly chuckled a couple times. "Don't worry, he's actually decent in the kitchen and hasn't let me go hungry. Yet." ----

Fletcher woke to the sound of light stirring coos coming from his right. He was familiar now with the way that Phoebe would gear up for a good cry and would sometimes try to beat her to it. Rubbing the bleary vision from his eyes, he sat up and leaned over the cosleeper, bringing his daughter close. "Hey, tree frog. You're okay. You're okay," he softly croaked--the sleep sounding in his voice as he stood with the little girl in his arms. He'd reached over for the remote to shut the TV off, thinking about Xavier and wondering where he was. Did he end up leaving since Fletcher had fallen asleep? He would reach out to the younger man before going to work. For the time being, he changed Phoebe's diaper, and then changed his own clothes to an outfit mor efitting for work. With Phoebe more settled, he decided to take her downstairs and prepare a bottle for her so that she would be plenty content by the time Emiliana arrived. When he got near the kitchen though, he'd been surprised by the scene he'd ended up silently peering in on.

XAVIER

Xavier nodded silently at Drew's response, not wanting to think too much of it but also not being able to help the fluttering his body felt learning that being invited over was probably a big deal for Fletcher. Still, he needed to be careful with those feelings especially since it was so early on in his relationship with Fletcher and he didn't want to make matters weird between them. "I love to grill which is funny because I'm a vegetarian but I do love to have people over for a good cook-out. I also like to cook Italian and I've been learning a lot of Korean cuisine for my kids." He grinned. "Still a little rusty but they seem to like it." He chuckled again. "Well, I can't wait to try his food someday." After the food had arrived and Xavier had set out the different dishes, he passed Drew's orders to him along with some utensils, a Mexican cola, and some hot sauce. He had been enjoying the company, laughing at Drew's quips. He hoped Fletcher would enjoy what Xavier chose for him and looked at his watch to make sure the timer wasn't close to being up. He realized Fletcher still had time and fell right back into the conversation, not noticing that Fletcher had been watching for a few minutes. That is until Phoebe cooed. Xavier looked over his shoulder with a smile. "Hey, you. Sleep well?"

FLETCHER

Fletcher was listening to the conversation between his uncle and his lover, all while soothing Phoebe with gentle rocking by shifting his weight from one foot to the other without them leaving the ground. It was a sight that truly warmed Fletcher's heart. He'd momentarily zeroed in on the good they were exchanging and eating but his main focus had been on the two of them seeming to behave as though they had known each other for more than an hour or so. His uncle was like that with people though; he was beloved in their community and he suspected Xavier was similar. The man had charmed him after all, and continued to do so. When Phoebe cooed into his shoulder, he knew he'd be spotted. His uncle glanced up mid-bite and gave him a nod in greeting and then went back to eating. Fletcher tipped his chin once in response and then looked to Xavier as he entered the room, "Hey. Yeah, I did, thanks. But this rugrat was hungry. And wet. And she rules the roost now, so here we are." He rubbed an eye absent-mindedly while going over to the electric kettle and finding there was already some water in it--enough for a bottle."Did Emiliana call or text?" As he began to warm the water a little more, he took down the formula container and a clean bottle from the small dish rack next to the sink, going through the familiar motions one-handed. He picked up the kettle off the base before the water could get too hot and tested the temp while asking Xavier with his back still to the other two men, "What'd you get us?" in reference to the spread on the table.

XAVIER

"She's the princess of this castle now." Xavier smiled, still looking up at Fletcher. He wondered if he had the same adoring eyes he had when they were upstairs and if it was obvious how happy he was to see him even though they were under the same roof. "I've got a little bit of everything. Some tacos, flautas, elote, and tres leches from Gallardos and pulled pork, brisket, Louisiana hot links, some sides ...err let me look here. Oh okay, coleslaw, baked beans, mac and cheese, collard greens, and candied sweet potato from City Smoke House. Also some vegetarian mains if you're interested." Xavier then added some sweet potatoes to his dish. "How's the sopa, Drew?" He raised his Mexican cola to tap it against the older man's. "Oh, and cola too. Do you want me to take the baby for a little so you can eat. I can help with her bottle?" Xavier looked over his shoulder when he heard the door in the distance. That was probably Emiliana. "Honey, I'm home!" He heard a laugh following the announcement and the shuffling of shoes. "Remind me again, never to wear these darn rain boots. They're heavier than I am, I swear. Ah yes, I can feel my toes, again. I went to the store, got some ice cream, and picked up more groceries since the food here lasts a day here max. I also made fried platanos for a snack later. Am I talking to the wall? Is anyone ho--oh!" She walked into the kitchen, cheeks now red as her top. "I apologize, I completely forgot we'd have a guest. How are my boys and my beautiful pumpkin?" She placed the groceries on the counter before she tied her dark hair into a bun and then leaned to kiss Drew on the cheek, smiling at Xavier. Emiliana then kissed Fletcher's cheek and quickly washed her hands so she can help him when he was ready. "I saw you on television last week. Xavier, right? The sketch with the Latina mom was funny! Relatable. Fletcher, introduce me to your friend." She hip-checked the man she saw as a son and smiled.

FLETCHER

Fletcher's mouth slowly fell open, not initially realizing just how much food was spread out on the table until Xavier continued naming off more and more items. Referring back to Hook, when Xavier finished, Fletcher said, "All my favorite Never-foods." He threw a smirk over his shoulder and then scooped some formula and poured the heated water into the bottle. "Nah, keep enjoying yourself. I got her. But thanks." "Your friend here's good people," Drew said to his nephew, gathering some more of the sopes on his fork. "I know," replied Fletcher, finger pressed on the bottle nipple while he turned around and shook it. He set it down long enough to adjust his hold on Phoebe, cradling her in one arm and holding the bottle to her small lips to take it in her mouth. As she got going, Fletcher heard Emiliana enter the house and looked in the direction of the kitchen entrance. He chuckled at the abrupt stop to her introductory comments and then said, "Hey. We're good. Pheebs and I just got up from a nap a little while ago." He'd leaned into Emiliana's kiss to the cheek and then opened his mouth to speak again but Emiliana beat him to it. "You've gotta let me get a word in to do that," he quipped with a smirk and then nodded to Xavier. "Xavier, this is Emiliana--Rodrigo's mom and the closest thing I've had to one for practically a decade now. Emiliana, this is Xavier, which you've already figured out by now." He moved to take a seat beside Xavier, pulling his own chair out with his foot while one arm held Phoebe and his other hand held her bottle. He sat down beside the younger man and said, "Emiliana owns her own food truck here in town and makes the best Mexican food in The Bay." "I gotta say, this place Xavier ordered from is a good second though," Drew chimed in, giving Emiliana a wink.

XAVIER

Xavier continued enjoying his smoked portobello mushrooms. He'd remember to order it again sometime. "This is divine." He chuckled at Fletcher's reference to Hook, nodding when the new father told him he was okay. "No problem." Xavier took another sip of his drink and then reached for a napkin to clean his hands. "Here, I'll make you a plate. A little bit of everything?" At Drew's words, Xavier smiled as he made a plate for Fletcher. "Thanks, Drew! That means a lot coming for you. You're pretty cool yourself." Xavier chuckled at the animated woman's entrance and stood up to shake her hand when Fletcher introduced them. "Senora, mucho gusto." He took her hand and shook it. "Rodrigo is great. You did a good job there. This one is nice too." He moved his head to the side and chuckled before sitting beside Fletcher again and pushing his plate closer to him. "Oh is that right? I think I've heard of it! The best empanadas or so I her. I'll have to come by. " He chuckled at Drew's addition and reached for some more mac and cheese. "Gallardo's, right? Don't tell my brother. He likes to rival with every Mexican restaurant out there." Emiliana smirked and opened the fridge to reach for the pitcher of cold water. "Xavier, I'm a huge fan. You've really saved the show because it was going down the tube, for real." Her thick accent came through as she praised the comedian. "I keep saying it, you and Marcello are the best thing to happen to SNL. I had no idea you and Fletcher were friends! This is exciting." She poured herself some water and leaned against the counter to drink. It was nice to see a guest in the house. "Fletcher, honey how much time do you have before work? You better eat something!" She winked at the younger man. "How long have you two been...amigos?

FLETCHER

Fletcher watched Xavier pick up a plate to prepare for him, "I..yeah, that sounds great." He smiled a little and then looked down at Phoebe suckling down on her bottle. He hadn't caught Drew give Xaiver an approving wink before eating some more brisket. Fletcher had looked up and watched the exchange between Emiliana and Xavier. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, but itnwas nice to see his family getting to know the person he was currently interested in. As Phoebe finished the last of her bottle, Fletcher plucked it from her lips so she wouldn't start sucking in air. Drew and the NICU nurses warned against that early on. He adjusted his hold on her, lightly patting her back to burp her and then paused to pick up his fork to eat. "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it. I've got about an hour but my first appointment isnt for another hour after that. I'm gonna work on payroll when i get there." The food was right at his lips when he heard Emiliana's question and gave a playful roll of his eyes. "We've known of each other for a while now. Mutual friends. But it's been a little less than a month now. A few weeks that we've been actually getting to know each other." He'd tucked into the food, occasionally pausing to coax another burp from Phoebe who was resting her cherub cheeks on his shoulder and staring calmly over his shoulder at nothing in particular. And when he had practically cleared everything off his plate, he stood up licking his lips and set his plate in the sink. "That was great. Thanks for the food, Xavier, it really hit the spot." He wiped his mouth on a paper towel and tossed it in the trash can under the sink. He turned and pressed a kiss to the top of Phoebe's hooded head. "Did Drew tell you about the barbecue?"

XAVIER

In between giving everyone his undivided attention, Xavier stole as many glances as possible of Flether tending to his baby girl. He didn't realize just how attractive that was to him. Fletcher was a great father and it warmed Xavier to the core. He felt his lips curl upwards into a smile and caught Emiliana smiling into her cup. He hoped that she wouldn't tell Fletcher and then resorted to ducking his head and smiling, reaching for his cola to sip the last of it. "I like this better than not knowing each other. For the record." He grinned and then finished off his plate. As Fletcher ate, Xavier smiled at little Phoebe, whispering Twinkle twinkle little star followed by I just can't wait to be King from Lion King. He thought she was so adorable. Xavier stood up, gathering all the garbage and his plate so that he could set the latter into the sink and trash where it belonged. "Sure. It was my pleasure." Xavier turned on the faucet to wash his hands and rinse his plate so it could sit in soap before cleaning his mouth. "Drew did!" He closed the faucet, letting the two plates sit in soapy water. "I wanted to get something we could all enjoy. Emiliana, that means you too." He smiled at the woman who moved to sit across from Drew. "Ah, thank you, Xavier. I'll have some in a moment. I was about to fight with you if you were going to wash those dishes!" She smirked and shook her head at Xavier. How's that brisket, Drew?" She smiled softly at the man, taking one of the paper towels to wipe the table down."

FLETCHER

Fletcher smirked softly at Xavier and then continued eating while Phoebe rested her head and occasionally gurgled a small, content, chipmunk-like noise for no discernable reason. Fletcher caught himself smiling again when he heard Xavier quietly serenading her. "I dunno if it's too soon to tell but she seems to love music. We usually put one of those little musical night light things on when she sleeps in her crib. Or if she's on her cosleeper with me, I'll throw on something lowkey on Spotify. He was right to suspect his uncle for the barbecue tip and smiled a little at the older man. "Thanks. I don't think I've had Mexican and American barbecue all at once but I'm not complaining in the least." "You better not," Drew quipped, carefully lifting a forkful of brisket to his mouth for another bite. When Xaiver asked him about the meat, Drew cleared his mouth enough to reply, "Like butter. But tastier. Thanks again for getting this. I know brisket's not a cheap meat so if Fletch or I have made it, it's usually been on special occasions. You know. Birthdays or something like that." Pointing his fork at Xavier, he said, "You seem to know some of the best spots around town." Fletcher chuckled a bit and went to Emiliana, offering to trade the paper towels for Phoebe. He didn't want her cleaning up after them when she'd only just arrived. Fletcher consolidated the food in the takeout containers, returned them to their bags and then set them on the kitchen counter to wipe down the rest of the table. "Do your kids like Mexican and barbecue?" He asked Xavier, figuring the leftovers Emiliana didn't help herself to could go home with Xavier.

XAVIER

“Mm mm no. It’s not too early to tell. They’ve got these little headphones and mics you can put on a mama’s belly, right ? And they can hear the music in the room or voices. She definitely loves music. It’s soothing.” Xavier was grateful he’s learned so much watching Clayton and Athena and his friends with their children. It was something he always wanted for himself. It was a happiness he never felt he could have especially when things never quite worked out for him in that department. So when Winter and Henry entered his life, he’d felt blessed he found a different kind of love first. It was as if the story was rewritten differently to fit his personal narrative. Phoebe was Fletcher’s story and she was perfect. “Oh truly it’s not problem. I love feeding my friends. My mum would cook giant pots of food because my brother would bring the entire soccer team over for dinner. It was always a table full of people. My dad would make sure we put together all the tables so we could fit. It was a riot.” He smiled at Drew. “And I’m a huge foodie. I like to try new things and new places. So yeah, always ask me for a rec.” he chuckled and then turned to see if Fletcher needed any help. Emiliana took the baby into her arms and Xavier placed a hand on the small of Fletcher’s back. “Yeah they love anything. Thank you.”

FLETCHER

Fletcher raised his brows a little listening to Xavier share knowledgably about babies and music. Fletcher highly doubted April had done that while pregnant but his lips still tugged up on one side at the affirmation from Xavier. "Thanks, that's good to know." He was happy that Phoebe loved music like he did, and privately wondered if it was genetic at all. He listened to Xavier while straightening up and felt a warmth inside. Xavier had such a good relationship with his family and Fletcher felt genuine happiness for him having that. But he was drawn out of his internal thoughts and feelings as Drew leaned purposely toward Emiliana and loudly whispered, "Both of them are parents. Both of them are foodies. Both of them love and take good care of their families. Would you look at that." He winked at Emiliana and Fletcher rolled his eyes. "Sutble," he sarcastically commented, leaving a plate and fork on the counter for Emiliana. "Since you two have the urge to gossip like a couple of old bitties, we'll give you your privacy." He went to Emiliana's shoulder to drop a kiss on the top of Phoebe's head and loudly whispered, "Do me a favor and don't take after them in that, Tree Frog." He shook his head and wordlessly invited Xavier to follow him back upstairs for the bit of time they had left. On their way up the stairs, he said, "Sorry about them. I think they're both convinced I've been lonely or some shit. And they really like you already, so... just consider this my apology and warning."

XAVIER

“I’m looking and I’m liking what I’m seeing.” Emiliana smiled, leaning into the conversation as if she and Drew were the only ones in the room. Fletcher’s response made her laugh and she rubbed the baby’s back lovingly. Xavier felt the warmth in his cheeks at the exchange and chuckled softly. He couldn’t help but laugh at Fletcher calling them a couple of old bitches and then waved goodbye so that he could follow Fletcher up the stairs. He listened to what the older man had to say and stopped at the top of the stairs. “Is there any truth to that? The loneliness part?” He was curious as he had been lonely. A little after Jeremy and a lot after he had worked through things in therapy. Content but still lonely. “And don’t apologize. I love them. They’re funny and they have a great dynamic. It’s easy to talk to them both. And besides, if they like me…that’s more brownie points and why wouldn’t I want to stock up on those?” A smug little smirk pulled at his lips. “And if I get brownie points with them…” he wrapped his arms around Fletcher’s waist. “Where does that leave me with you?”

FLETCHER

Fletcher had been two steps away from the second story landing when he heard Xavier's question and looked back, noticing he'd stopped there. "Not really. There'd been moments but not strong enough that I went actively looking for anything other than the occasional hookup. And I don't have to tell you that being busy a lot doesn't leave a lot of time to think about that most of the time. But sure, there's moments. When I'm getting in bed and don't have anyone to share that with or talk about the day with. Having to rely so much on Emiliana when it comes to Drew. I know she would never complain and because she started as a live-in caregiver, she and Rodrigo became family to us. But still. And now with Phoebe. I know I'm fucking lucky to have them and Drew to help me but ultimately, she's mine. And only mine. I sure as shit want nothing to do with her incubator and frankly, I don't ever want Phoebe to have anything to do with her because she didn't want Phoebe. But when she does something cute or starts getting to those milestones..." He trailed off and then shrugged. "Anyway. That was a long-ass answer. I'm glad you like Statler and Waldorf down there," he jerked a hand towards the stairs and then draped his arms around Xavier's shoulders. "I won't stop you from racking up those points. But trust me when I say you don't need to try. Just being yourself is enough." At the question, Fletcher said, "I thought we talked about that already, the other day." He leaned in to kiss Xavier's forehead and the middle of his nose. "I am comfortable with us being lovers. And since we already agreed we're monogamous, I'd say we're dating. But I'd like to be able to take you on an actual goddamn date. Not me falling asleep within an hour of you being here."

XAVIER

Xavier freed one arm so that he could cup Fletcher’s cheek with that hand. He listened intently to everything the older man had to say. It was obvious there was a lot on his chest. “It was an honest answer and that’s all that matters. You’re doing a great job with her. I couldn’t help but admire you just watching you with her. You’re a natural born father and she’s going to have the best life because of you and in turn, you’ll have the best life because of her. I am so proud of you. I mean that.” Xavier then chuckled at the nicknames for Emiliana and Drew. His nose crinkled slightly at the kiss and he chuckled softly. “I was merely teasing but thank you. I am comfortable with us just being us.” He laughed softly. “Well, just let me know when and where and I will be there. For the record, I liked you falling asleep on me.” Xavier kissed Fletcher’s lips and then he gently pressed his forehead against the other’s. “How much time do we have left?”

FLETCHER

"That's what I know how best to give," Fletcher assured and turned his head to kiss the inside of Xavier's hand. "Thank you," he murmured there. He was sure Drew knew this without him saying aloud but he was constantly questioning himself when it came to parenting Phoebe. Sure, he had wanted to be a parent but as he neared and then reached 40, he figured it wouldn't happen. And then Phoebe was the surprise to enter his life that he couldn't be happier to have. And now, though everything was brand new, he wondered if that might be the case with Xavier someday. It was more than just a physical draw. He hadn't let his hook-ups of the past get to know so much about him and his family or have dinner in his house. And he was actually interested in knowing more about Xavier, taking in all of the info he shared with him in person and through their texts. The way Xavier's nose was a little wrinkled when he drew back made Fletcher smile. "I'll figure something out." His smile turned crooked as his lips raised a little more on one side, "I liked it too. You're hot as hell, but also very comfortable to lay on." He met Xavier's lips and then bent his head so their foreheads could rest together. "Enough time," he assured, taking Xavier's hand and backing from the landing to lead them to his bedroom. Even all they did was make out, or if he was able to return the wonderful blow job Xavier had given him at The Ink Tank, he would take it. He closed the bedroom door once they were both inside and lowered his head enough to kiss Xavier's lips, a little fervently. Within seconds, his hands were roaming over Xavier's body, enjoying the feel of him from back to torso, to hips and ass--all the while remaining lip-locked.

XAVIER

"I appreciate it. Really. I'm all about it." He smiled at the kiss against his hand before dropping it back to his side. Xavier liked Fletcher and that's as much as his brain was able to absorb these last couple of days. Was there more there? Yeah, without a doubt but Xavier was learning more and in doing so, he knew Phoebe came first and would always come first for Fletcher just like Xavier's new life came first. "You're welcome." In reality, he was just getting to know the man, and maybe his words didn't have as much weight as say Emiliana or Drew or Rodrigo but if there was something Xavier was good at it was making sure he reassured the people he cared about. It was as important to him to tell Fletcher how good of a father he was as it was to see it happen in real-time. The funny thing about all of that is he would have never thought about that until meeting a man like him. Exploring all of that was proving to be exciting and terrifying all at once. He could only imagine what they felt like for the new father. "Alright. I'll be waiting." He chuckled, shaking his head some. "hot as hell." Xavier murmured, gaze slowly flickering up to catch Fletcher's dark eyes. He followed the other to his bedroom, that familiar, almost deafening beat of his heart picking up its pace the more Fletcher paid attention to his lips and Xavier wasn't one to miss out on the things that gave him gratification. As selfless as he was, he had a self-serving side, the side that couldn't get enough of a good thing. He let go of the well-mannered, soft persona and welcomed those lips, letting both hands spread against the back of Fletcher's head, his fingers buried in the dark tresses. He'd be breathless soon and they'd come up for air at some point but at least he'd have a grip on the other. It was his way of letting Fletcher know he'd enjoy anything and everything for as long as they had left that afternoon.

Giving his hair a gentle but intentional tug, Xavier returned the energy, kissing him as if it were the first and last time.

FLETCHER

"Yes, hot as hell. Has no one told you that before?" Fletcher asked, lifting a brow in genuine wonder. "And I'm not talking about the thirst posts you undoubtedly have all over the internet. I'm talking about someone you've been with in any kind of romantic sense." He couldn't imagine that was the case at all but maybe it just wasn't something Xavier was used to hearing? Either way, he wanted him to know he was very attractive, yes, hot. And he was expressing it as much as possible while indulging his addition to the man's extremely kissable lips. He moaned when his hair was pulled and bowed his back in a slight crouch before lifting Xavier to bring him to the bed. "I'd like to give you what you gave me in my office. Think I've got time for that." Caging his hands around the man, he continued to kiss him and pushed his tongue out to seek entry into the Brit's mouth.

XAVIER

The question left him somewhat speechless. Xavier had to really think about it. "In a romantic sense? No." It wasn't the easiest admission to make. In fact, it made him feel a little sad, confused, even. Jeremy wasn't the nicest person and his relationships before him never went anywhere. "It's just different. Something different to hear. Flattering as hell but different.. Thank you." He laughed softly, thinking about how he probably sounded like some schoolboy. Some super sad, confused school boy who felt disarmed by the flattery and attention of this really great man...and before his thoughts could form any cohesive thought, Xavier felt himself being lifted, a little laugh escaping his lips only to be silenced by Fletcher's mouth and tongue. He kissed him with the same urgency he had kissed him earlier. As if he didn't, he'd run out of Fletcher. Xavier moaned in response, unable to actually verbalize any words. His body hit the mattress but as soon as their mouths were no longer attached, Xavier brought the tattoo artist right back where he belonged. "Okay..." He whispered, trying to unbutton his jeans as quickly as possible, some laughter pouring out of him. "Fuck, there we go..." He lifted his ass, pulling down his pants and boxers enough so that Fletcher could help the rest of the way, Xavier's arousal more than obvious now. He reached for Fletcher's lips, his thumb grazing over the bottom one before releasing and propping himself up by his elbows.

FLETCHER

Fletcher had to fight not to stare. He wasn't good at masking his shock in that moment though. "That's fucking unbelievable. Were the people you dated before blind? I mean even if they were, they'd have to know that anyway..." He shook his head while making a mental note that he was going to make sure Xavier knew this about himself. It was so incredibly hard for him to fathom. There were plenty of things Fletcher was already finding hot about him in his personality and actions but physically? That was a given even when they were just at the same functions with mutual friends. But he tried not to dwell on it, especially when he was graced with Xavier's time and attention right at that very moment. He let Xavier undo his own plants but when he lifted his hips and his front ground to Fletcher's, the older man groaned and broke away from their kiss. "Already hard for me, hm?" he asked, shifting his weight to knees so that he could guide a hand between them and lift the hem of Xavier's shirt up a bit, just enjoying the feel of his bare skin before coming in contact with his firm target. He shifted down the bed a bit and bent his head to kiss low on Xavier's abs, past his belly button and to his pelvis before coming to the base of his cock, pressing his lips there. He swiped his tongue slow there and then took Xavier's balls in his mouth, one side and then the other, back and forth with slow caresses of his tongue.

XAVIER

"I don't know. What's wrong with them, right?" He tried to make light of the conversation that seemed to genuinely bother Fletcher and Xavier too. They'd table the talk for now. Xavier didn't mind diving into his history but this was definitely not the time. Not when he was enjoying himself so much and not when time was such a thief to them. It was easy to get lost in all of this. Fletcher was going to drive him a bit mad at this rate. At Fletcher's words, he smirked and replied, "Please, don't act surprised." He rolled his eyes playfully, a soft grin pulling at his lips but that was quickly wiped off his face as Flether left his trail of kisses. He chewed the corner of the inside of his lip, his body shivering slightly at the touch. His dick was sensitive to the kiss and Xavier let out a soft groan as Fletcher went to work. He kept himself propped, his gaze fixed on his lover, making a full mental picture of it all. Her brought his hand to his face, stopping to bite down on his index finger. "That's--that's nice, baby..." Baby It was the first time he had used that pet name.

FLETCHER

Fletcher chuckled huskily, "If you insist, but...Jesus, I'm a lucky sonofabitch right now." He was enjoying himself trailing kisses down to Xavier's cock and after some attention to his balls, he glided his tongue up the underside of Xavier's dick from base to tip, circling it a few times beXavier smiled, cheesing at Fletcher’s words. There was something about the way he talked and the things he said that made Xavier always want to hear him talk. He tried to restrain from bucking his hips in response to the Fletcher wrapping his mouth around him. “Fuck that feels good…” Xavier breathed, choosing to caress the shell of Fletcher’s ear before letting his hand massage the older man’s hair. His hips rocked gently but he tried his best not to throw off Fletcher’s rhythm.fore taking him into his mouth. He started with some shallow sucking, just a couple of inches and letting out some soft moans as he went on. One hand rested on Xavier's inner thigh while his other hand held his length as he steadily took more of him into his mouth.

XAVIER

Xavier smiled, cheesing at Fletcher’s words. There was something about the way he talked and the things he said that made Xavier always want to hear him talk. He tried to restrain from bucking his hips in response to the Fletcher wrapping his mouth around him. “Fuck that feels good…” Xavier breathed, choosing to caress the shell of Fletcher’s ear before letting his hand massage the older man’s hair. His hips rocked gently but he tried his best not to throw off Fletcher’s rhythm.

FLETCHER

Fletcher found an easy pace and his head began to bob as he went deeper, hollowing his cheeks and taking Xavier in more, simultaneously sucking a little harder as he went. He dug his fingers into the tender flesh of Xavier's inner thigh and momentarily withdrew his lips in exchange for his hand cuffing Xavier's length and running his hand up and down for a bit. "God you're so big. I love it." He soon alternated back to his mouth taking Xavier, letting the other man's dick feel the vibrations of his throat as he moaned again.

XAVIER

Fletcher was obviously experienced which Xavier found to be a turn-on. He found himself caught up in the moment, unable to think past Fletcher. His fingers gripped the sheets on the bed and he closed his eyes so that he could enjoy Fletcher's mouth. "It's all for you..." Xavier managed to muster up a few words but it was all futile. There was no sense left in him. His brain was mush. "I'm so close..." His dick twitched at the vibrations and he moaned Fletcher's name. He was mindful that there were other people around, keeping his voice as low as possible. Xavier felt his climax build and the shivers run down his spine. "Shit, Fletcher!" His lips formed a small "O" as Xavier shot his load into that beautiful mouth. "Oh shit...oh my God..." He panted, letting himself come down from the high. "come here..." He picked up Fletcher's chin. "Come here..."

FLETCHER

Hearing Xavier tell him that his cock--in all its erect glory--was all for him had been such a turn-on for Fletcher. He surged on with sucking the younger man off and the moment his seed spilled into Fletcher's mouth, Fletcher swallowed and sucked him clean, flicking the tip of his tongue on Xavier's tip. He was steadying his own breath while trying not to think about having to leave for work soon, or leaving for work with a tent pitched in his jeans. He kissed the side of Xavier's dick and then rose from his knees, looming over Xavier with a hand on either side of his head. He kissed the corner of his lips and then kissed him full on his lips so he could taste himself.

XAVIER

He was out of breath and still dizzy from the euphoric sensation in his brain. Xavier could do that again and he’d return the favor and they’d continue this cycle of pleasure until they grew tired of each other. Saying goodbye to him was slowly becoming his least favorite thing. He sat up to meet Fletcher’s kiss, tasting himself as he did. “You’re amazing. Thank you…” Xavier then pressed his forehead on Fletcher’s shoulder and chuckled softly. “Don’t want you to gooo” he smirked and began pulling up his pants and boxers.

FLETCHER

"Funny, you literally took the words right outta my mouth." He smirked and kissed Xavier again, and then shifted out of the way so Xavier could situate himself again. Fletcher had to slip a hand in his own boxer briefs to adjust himself a little but he was quietly thankful he wasn't gonna have to go downstairs or drive to work with a painful hard-on. "I don't wanna go either. Trust me, the temptation to call out is so goddamn strong right now." He stood between Xavier's knees and cupped both sides of his face. "Maybe one day." He bent his head to kiss Xavier on his lips, savoring the moment for as long as possible to draw out their goodbye a little longer.

XAVIER

Still, trying to recover, Xavier felt lighter. He'd sum it up to it being a long time since he'd had any sort of physical connection of this type and not to the fact that he really was starting to catch feelings for the tattoo artist. His smile never wavered especially when Fletcher spoke. He loved how witty and smart the older man was. The entire experience of being here with him from cuddling to talking to and spending time with his family was great. He wrapped his arms around Fletcher's waist, looking up at him with pleading but playful eyes. "It's okay...to be continued, right?" He brought back the words he had used when they first kissed and Xavier closed his eyes to relish in their closeness

FLETCHER

Fletcher stayed standing in front of Xavier and glided his fingers along the comedians shoulders. "Yeah. To be continued." His voice lscked gusto innthose words but he knew it was what had to happen. Bringing his hands to settle in Xavier's, he asked, "Can I walk you out to your car?"

XAVIER

Xavier smiled softly, catching the tone in Fletcher's voice, turning slightly to kiss his arm. "Of course you can. Come on, baby." he stood up and took Fletcher's hand in his before walking toward the door and down the stairs. When they reached the living area, Xavier made sure to say goodbye to everyone, stopping to whisper to Phoebe as well. "Thank you, everyone. I had a lovely time meeting you all. Next time, Fletcher cooks." He chuckled and gave his lover's hand a squeeze. He stepped into his sneakers and grabbed his letterman jacket so they could leave. Xavier put his jacket on and then pressed the button on his key fob to open the suicide doors of his Mclaren. "I loved spending time with you today."

FLETCHER

Fletcher walked out of the room and down the stairs with Xavier, pausing for him to say his goodbyes to the family. He caught Drew wink to him behind Xavier's back and Fletcher rolled his eyes before escorting Xavier out to the driveway. "I did t-" The car parked beside his Mustang made him come to an abrupt stop. "That's your car?" He pushed a set of fingers into his chair while slowly approaching it. "Holy shit, what a beauty."

XAVIER

Xavier smiled, walking after Fletcher toward his care. "Thank you. I like your Mustang. that's also a beauty." He stepped to the side. "Climb in. You know, when we have more time, you should take her for a spin. 0 to 60 in 2.8 seconds. I feel like you'd appreciate that." He chuckled. "You're a car guy, huh?We have that in common."

FLETCHER

"Thank you." Fletcher shook his head while his eyes were still on the car, "If I get in right now, I won't wanna get out." He smirked a bit at himself and then brought his gaze to Xavier, folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I've heard some great things about McLarens. But, wow. Yeah, I bet it'd be amazing to get to really open her up." He chuckled once, amazed and then said, "Let me let you go before I take you up on that offer against my better judgment." He turned to Xavier and dropped a quick kiss on his lips before backing up, "Talk to you soon, yeah?"

XAVIER

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