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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger smiled, delicately letting the matter drop. It was important to him that Marcus knew how important he was to him, well maybe not quite not how important, because that would probably end disastrously, but he also didn’t want to upset Marcus or push him away.

He went very still, watching the other man for any sign that he’d overstepped some sort of boundary. He was aware that his tendency to sometimes view problems empirically and dispassionately – as things to be logically solved – occasionally got him in trouble. “You should think about it,” he replied, relaxing slightly. “You’d be able to, I don’t know, wear t-shirts?”

“I like my underwear,” he said, grinning impishly. “I bought them in a Muggle shop, see,” he leaned back and lifted his shirt to show the top of his boxer briefs, emblazoned with the words Calvin Klein. “Do you like them?” he asked, innocently. His eyebrows shot up in pleasure and surprise. “Really,” he asked, hoping beyond hope that he didn’t look like a kid on Christmas morning. “That’s awesome!” He gave Marcus an questioning look. “You’ll cook for me? I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure have I?”

He watched Marcus’ expression go blank for a long moment, internally berating himself for being so stupid and obvious in his infatuation. Closing his eyes and blushing, he took a long drink, suddenly wishing it was alcoholic. “Yeah,” he replied, rather lamely. “We have to be gentlemen right? Can’t go around being misogynistic twats can we?”