"We haven't gone out like this, because we've been living in 'Middle of No Where', America, where cowboy boots are considered high fashion," he answered. He had never really left the ranch unless there was a reason, whether it included groceries or drugs, but even those had been few and far in between. Arizona made Pennsylvania look like the hubbub of society. "I hate rednecks. Regardless of location."
Of course that hadn't really answered John's question. Brian leaned in and kissed him. "You're the one who said that you should celebrate when there were things to celebrate, and you were also the one to remind me that it was our anniversary." He waved a hand around. "This is the best I can do up here." The restaurant wasn't bad at all. In fact, it had the quiet elegance of some of the finest restaurants. It was the things you could do after that were missing. "I won't get to see you get undressed and blush tonight... we'll one out of two." He ran his hand over John's thigh. "Or maybe I can blow you in the bathroom and see that nice blush if any of the other patrons decide to walk in there. What do you think? Any hope that we can use one of those stalls for sex?"