“You called me ‘scrawny’,” Kyle pointed out, though he reached to run his palm down the side of Adam’s face, smiling a little sa he did so. He wasn’t intending to pick a fight here. “That’s not the most… fabulous of compliments. Do you not think that I’m healthy? I’m not really sure what I’m meant to take from this, to be honest,” he confessed. “Well, aside from the fact that I really don’t want to go anywhere near your feet in the near future.”
"Okay so it wasn't a great compliment, but I guess I just don't want you to think you have to starve yourself or something. This is as thin as you're allowed to get." Adam pushed Kyle back towards the table slightly, keeping the grip on his hips.
Kyle waited until his ass hit the table, leaning back against it, and then he pushed Adam back and away from him, leaving Kyle presented sprawled on the table top. “I eat,” he said, archly. He was stuck somewhere between annoyed and amused and that showed in his expression and demeanour. “I’ve never starved myself. This is my natural shape. I don’t work out, but considering that I spent all day today working here hauling metal, I don’t figure that I need to. So, I don’t have a six pack and pecs I can bounce berries off, but I’m not a skeleton either…”
Adam made a face when he was pushed back, but he did take a minute to take in the sight. "Alright fine. Lucky for you, you have a hot shape. And it's not like I'm all that ripped either. Neither one of us are The Rock or Ryan Reynolds or whatever." He went back to Kyle, planting on hand on either side of him on the table as he leaned closer. "I'm not complaining."
Kyle held himself back for a moment. “You’re sounding like you want to fatten me up, though. You sounded like you were complaining,” he pointed out, needing to clear that point up before anything else.
Adam sighed a little, then shook his head. "I'm not complaining. I like you how you are. I have like zero expectations beyond you being here. I don't expect you to look a certain way. You know that right?"
Kyle did. Or, he had done. There was still definitely a whole lot of him that took this entire thing as a joke, that was amused. Yet there was that piece, down deep inside, talking in Harry's voice, sometimes in his mother's voice. About the importance of looking a certain way, presenting in the right image. Being what others expected him to be. That part wasn't laughing. "You wanted our first date to be a burger," he pointed out, quietly.
Adam smoothed his hands across Kyle's cheeks. "I like burgers. And you know I'll be out of place at some sort of fancy restaurant. And I want you to be fine with having a burger with me."
Kyle arched a brow, giving Adam a look which stated quite clearly that he knew very well that that wasn't what Adam had meant, but that he wasn't out to pick a fight with his boyfriend, especially not over something like this, so he was just going to go with it. "Honey, I'll be fine eating a hotdog from a street vendor with you, if that's what you wanted."
"Says the guy who orders a salad at a diner," Adam pointed out with a light chuckle before he kissed Kyle. He knew that he was caught, that he shouldn't have pointed out that he hated the way Kyle acted about his body when it was literally perfect and would always be perfect, but it was too late now.
Kyle raised his chin. "I like salad," he averred. He didn't add that Harry had kept a tight leash on his diet - that would help nothing at all. Those days were over as well. "I also happen to like street vendor hot dogs. With onions. And ketchup and mustard."
"I had to check the menu after you ordered it to make sure it was on there," Adam teased lightly, but his smile was coming back. "Alright, alright. Street vendor hot dogs and burgers for the first two dates. Then i'm sure you'll have me wrapped around your finger enough to put on something nice and go somewhere fancy."