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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:08 pm
Paris did what he could not to snap back or make any snarky comments and start running his mouth again, because even though he would have liked to correct Chris and tell him his comments sometimes came off sounding a little self-righteous and entitled, he thought it would be best to just let it go and not have a major blow up in the middle of McDonald’s. It wasn’t worth the aggravation anyway.
Seriously, all this over a tray of shitty food. If they were going to fight, couldn’t it be over something that was actually important?
Paris sighed and put his head back onto his arms when Chris sat back down. He clamped his mouth shut and took a moment to rest, hiding his face and shielding his eyes from the light and just taking a while to breathe—which he had to do through his mouth because his nose was still stuffed up, but it should still have the same effect.
He didn’t think he was being terribly pushy, but when Chris pulled out the “Damn it, Paris” that was usually a pretty good sign that he’d said something wrong or pushed too far or just done something to mash one of Chris’s fickle buttons. Sometimes he knew exactly what it was; other times he had no idea how or why the “Damn it, Paris” was even deserved. At the moment, he figured Chris didn’t appreciate his critique, which was fine but… it all seemed a little overboard and borderline childish to him.
Once he’d gotten a better control over himself, Paris lifted his head and stood from his side of the table, circling around to Chris’s side and sliding into the booth next to him, dragging his milkshake along with him.
“Sorry,” he apologized as well, and tilted his drink toward Chris. “Want some of my shake?”
He almost teased “maybe it’ll help you s**t out the stick you’ve got up your a**,” but he was pretty sure that would be pushing it way too far.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:23 pm
Maybe he was just being a big, spoiled baby... He shouldn't have blown up like that, and he felt guilty about it.
Chris took in a deep breath, letting out a long sigh, before glancing up to see Paris moving over to sit next to him. He stared at his boyfriend for a few moments, before lifting his hand to place on Paris's head, gently pulling him closer and against his shoulder. He hadn't meant to get all snappy with him, and he was sure Paris knew that. It didn't mean he felt any less like a douche.
"Thanks," he said, gently massaging his fingers into Paris's scalp as he took the offered shake for a few moments to drink. Chris handed it back once he was done, although he kept his hand on Paris's head. He would have asked if Paris wanted some of his burger, just to tease, but he already knew that wouldn't go over too well.
"I am kind of a selfish p***k, aren't I?" he mused, lifting up his previously discarded burger to take a much more modest bite from, and then placed it far enough away from Paris so he wouldn't have to smell it. "I'm sorry... You're not a prima donna, you just want better quality of things now..." And yes, he was very much including himself in that comment, since he was sure the previous guys Paris was with were hardly all that wonderful.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:49 pm
“Don’t start getting too full of yourself now,” Paris playfully warned him, remaining by Chris’s side with his head on Chris’s shoulder and taking his drink back once Chris had had his fill.
The “better quality of things” Chris had mentioned couldn’t be much, because Paris didn’t think he’d changed so drastically—just enough to get some perspective and maybe a little added maturity. The only thing in his life that he could truly claim were of a “better quality” than what he’d had a year ago was Chris, his more modest wardrobe, and his life goals. His food preferences hadn’t changed at all, except that he might place a little more importance in what he ate now than he had when his dancing hadn’t been getting anywhere, but he still drank cheap booze on occasion and wouldn’t have anything against waltzing into the sort of seedy club he’d have spent many of his nights at not too long ago.
This was a lot nicer than that, though, he had to admit, even despite the dumb arguments over cheeseburgers and French fries, because having somebody who actually cared about him—even when he nagged and ran his mouth—was a hundred times better than the careless crowds he used to hang around with when his life had just been one pointless escape party after another.
Paris settled himself more comfortably against Chris’s side to soak in the warmth and the feel of Chris’s hand in his hair, pulling out his ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way of Chris’s gently massaging fingers, which felt really nice after the long day he’d had. What he wouldn’t have given to have Chris’s fingers in his hair, taking the stress away when he’d been in the middle of his exam. He hummed a quiet sound of contentment now that it was over, and sipped at his shake again before closing his eyes.
Yeah, this was definitely where he wanted to be.
Well, maybe not at McDonald’s, but he supposed any place was alright as long as Chris was there, too.
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