Who: Tayne and Johan Where: Tayne's place When: Midday-ish
At least Johan's message had left a time. Tayne sure as hell hoped the guy wasn't coming over looking for sex; he just wasn't in any shape for that today. While his leg was a hell of a lot better than it should be, it still hurt; his head ached from too much sound, his nose kept itching as if it were overwhelmed with all the scents, and everything seemed just a hair too bright. It helped to keep the curtains partly closed-- and wearing sunglasses outside was an absolute must.
He'd gotten a few things done, then come home and made a few phone calls, and started putting together lunch for him and Johan. He wasn't sure exactly when the guy'd be here, except sometime after twelve-thirty, so he hoped it'd be done by the time he got there....
Johan knocked on the door, dressed in work clothes of a black set of tails, his hair not slicked down for once. The gel bottle was in his hand, and his plan was to quickly use Tayne's bathroom before he jetted off for a wedding party that evening. "Hey," he said the moment Tayne opened his door, smiling broadly as his eyes seemed to light up. Once in he kissed the other man gently on the lips, sweetly and not demanding anything. After all, he was more hungry than horny right then.
"You look hung over- I'm guessing you'd like our library voices to be used?" he teased.
Tayne stepped back to let him in, and then he got his kiss. So sue him, he was a little paranoid. Especially since it looked so bright out there to his currently dim-adjusted eyes, there could very well have been a whole crowd of people in the street, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to tell. "Not exactly hung over. A little short on sleep, and a little banged up, but no alcohol in me this time. But library voices... would be nice." Since he could hear the man's heartbeat. Breathing. Smell-- something that was probably "Johan-smell", but he'd never recognized it before.
His smile was a bit wan, a little strained, but he motioned to the kitchen anyway. "Lunch is almost ready."
Johan smiled and made a note to stay quiet. "Mmm- perfect. I haven't had more than cake today," he admitted, holding Tayne's hand as he brought him into the kitchen. "Are you okay though? Well, I'm sure you're fine now if you're having company over," he said with a wink. Johan was flirty as hell when he knew he wasn't going to be punched, and it was hard not to kiss Tayne for longer. But he'd decided to let Tayne define what they were romantically, and he'd stick to that.
The smell of baking ziti, to Tayne's nose, was all but overwhelming. He had no idea anymore if it was strong enough for Johan to smell, but at least it gave him a respite from smelling everyhting else. He didn't mind the hand-holding, though the flirt made him oddly uncomfortable. When was the last time a man had flirted with him? ... ever?
No, it'd happened once or twice. He'd always withdrawn and fled almost immediately. Probably left those poor fellows to think he was a homophobic asshole, too. "I'm a'ight," he said, only limping a little bit today. "Just pulled some muscles the other night. They're slow to heal up, and I'm sore as hell." It sounded like such a fucking lie, but Tayne also had a guilty conscience and were-senses. Maybe it'd pass muster with Johan.
Johan was so smitten by Tayne that the idea of being lied too didn't cross his mind at all. "I hope you feel better soon then," he said simply, smiling sweetly before dropping the other's hands. He felt a swell in his chest just by being around the other man as he he sat, letting Tayne do what he needed to do. "Maybe, when you feel better and are sociable, you can come over to my place. One of the wedding parties I was at actually left behind a fully paid for movie projector and screen. I've got a bunch of old movies now, we could make a night of it," he offered.
That was a relief. Tayne might have to tell Johan eventually-- but he could put it off a while. Find out what all the guy knew about, when it came to the supernatural-- just what was on tv and the news, or more-- and whether he'd freak the hell out or not. "Maybe," he agreed absently, half-distracted by the ziti and the sound of another person in his house. He checked the oven hopefully. Almost done.
"So how was the birthday party?" he asked, leaning back against the counter and watching Johan. As much as he hated suits himself, Johan looked pretty damn sharp in them. It was a pleasant view. "Lots of screaming kids, or was it actually okay?"
Johan laughed at that, before standing and grabbing a glass to fill with water. "Nah, these were repressed rich kids. They don't know how to have fun," he said with a smirk. "I played Britney Spears and tried not to cry. That sort of stuff- but I'm doing a wedding tonight, hence the suit. I'll have to gel my hair back in your bathroom before I head out. I didn't trust you not to mess it up if I did it before hand," he said, winking at the other man before sitting down with two cups.
"Not to ruin the mood...but have you thought about it, or should I just wait for you to tell me when you've thought?" he asked.
"Ass." It was a tease rather than a real insult, though. "You shouldn't gel it back. It looks better loose." Tayne pulled open the fridge and, though his hand drifted briefly towards a beer, he changed his mind and went for the jug of iced tea. The last thing he needed right now was alcohol. Who knew what that would do to him....
Withdrawing to fill the second glass with tea and offering the jug to Johan, in case he wanted that instead, he gave Johan a slightly blank look along with it. "Have I thought about...?" After the full moon, the bite, the past day and a half, the idea that he was supposed to be thinking about whether he and Johan were an item or not had completely slipped his mind.
Johan stuck his tongue out playfully as the other man talked about not slicking his hair back. "It's work, I have to do it," he said, sticking with water for then as he drank. He's rather have some beer or gin, but was sure that would raise alarms to Tayne. "Um- about us. What you want. Never mind," he said, looking down at his cup. That hurt a bit, how Tayne didn't even remember. Maybe...maybe Tayne did, but just didn't want to hurt Johan's feelings by saying 'no'.
"Oh." Oh. "Oh, g-god, I'm sorry. It's-- it's really been a hellish couple days. No, I haven't thought about it at all. I mean, you c-came up in my head now and then." Tayne grinned faintly. "But I didn't think 'about us'. I kinda thought we'd talked about that already." What with the you don't have to come out, it can be totally secret thing.
He set down the jug, standing over where Johan sat and looking lost. "I mean, if we work out, sure." Tayne had never had a boyfriend before. He had no idea what "working out" entailed, but he supposed he could figure it out as he went along. "As long as-- as long as nobody knows, right?"
Johan wrapped an arm around Tayne's waist from where he was, looking up. He smiled and gently squeezed. "I was honestly expecting to be told either to forget it had happened, or you just wanted a fuck buddy. But I'll do whatever you want- you know how I feel, and I just want to be your friend at the end of the day. But no one has to know- who would I tell anyways? I'm pretty much either at the piano or with you as it is," he said.
Resting his hands on Johan's shoulder and hair, Tayne grinned a little, shyly and maybe a little nervously. "I ain't never done this before. Just... just so you know. I don't wanna jump into anything too quick." The thought that oh, hey, they'd pretty much jumped into bed first time they'd talked about this made him flush at the potential hypocrisy. "You know what I mean," he added, half-muttered and embarrassed. "Just... I don't know what to expect. You know?"
Johan grinned broadly, finding Tayne's words adorable as he kissed him gently, taking his time to let Tayne get used to the feeling of being kissed and enjoy it before pulling back. "We can go slow- I don't need you all at once, I don't need you to come out. I'm going to let you make the rules," he said, before sitting. "The food smell good- and done," he noted, to change subjects and let Tayne move onto another subject that wasn't romance.
Johan standing again and pulling him into a kiss wasn't particularly expected, either, but hey, he'd go with it. For a minute. The sensation of kissing someone when he could hear his heartbeat-- from this close, he could even hear the blood in the vein in his neck-- and smell every little aspect of him was actually a little overwhelming, and he was a little bit glad when Johan let him go. This was going to take a lot of adjusting. A lot of adjusting. Maybe they made nose plugs, too, that weren't too obvious....
"Food. Yeah. Right, right." He stepped back again and, trying to bury the confusion of senses behind the usual kitchen activities, he went to pull the ziti out of the oven.
Johan had no idea what his movements was causing the other man in his pain as he smiled and looked at the food. The ziti smelled perfect, and he was nearly starving as it came to him. "What have you been doing lately?" he asked as he looked at the other man and couldn't help but follow his form. Tayne was perfect to Johan, and that wasn't healthy but it was true.
"Gettin' over the damn pulled muscle, mostly," Tayne said with a wry, shy smile over his shouler as he set the tray on the counter-saver to cool a bit, and returned to the oven to turn it off. "Took today and yesterday off work. Saw my sister, went and visited a friend, stopped in at my boss's house... she got attacked, dunno if you saw in the paper, a few days ago. Before the full moon."
"Yeah, I heard about that in a bar I was playing- how is she?" he asked as he took another sip of water, wondering if he could just slip some vodka into it while Tayne wasn't looking. He had a flask after all, in his breast pocket. He slid his jacket off and rolled up his leeves, not wanting to get them dirty before his job. "I've just been working almost twenty hours straight. Made really good money though".
"Twenty hours straight?" Tayne looked over his shoulder at Johan again. "What the hell. I hope that wasn't all one gig." He had hunted that long before, but usually part of it was spent sleeping, or at least dozing in his truck while he waited for something to show up. He couldn't imagine having to actually work for twenty hours straight.
"Money was great," he said with a shrug, taking a bite of the food the moment he could. It was amazingly good and he had to give Tayne props. "I hope you realize that I can't cook for you," the blond said.
"You don't have to," Tayne blinked. "I love to cook. I mean, it's what I do, and it's my hobby, too. I'd probably nit-pick anything anyone else made for me, anyway-- hell, I nit-pick the shit I make myself-- so it's probably for the best. I like having someone around to feed, though," he added, shooting Johan a grin before taking a bite of his own. Thank god his sense of taste hadn't changed much....
To Johan's ears, the comment about liking someone to stick around and eat with him was wonderful to hear, especially in his current state of still being sure that Tayne didn't really want him- no in that way anyways. "Well, I'll stick around then," he teased as he winked and took another bite, not caring if it was a touch hot.
The wink made Tayne grin, back-- a bit shyly. He still wasn't used to this. Maybe he'd get there... but he wasn't there yet. Hopefully, all he needed was some time.
The meal passed by pleasantly, and Johan was feeling very confident about himself after he did the dishes for Tayne and gelled his hair in the bathroom as he got his tux back in order for the wedding. Walking back out he found the dark haired hunter and managed to say a quick, chaste good bye with a kiss to the cheek before running out the door, looking almost giddy.