quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
Ren lifted the glass to his lips again, smiling into it as he finished off his first. There was something that felt almost wise about that statement, but he couldn't quite untangle what it was about it that seemed particularly so. Choosing what you liked because it worked with your particular vision of yourself, perhaps. It certainly felt as if he'd done that for himself. He sat the glass down and looked back over at Adrian in time to see him moving forward. The kiss was unexpected, but as chaste as it was, it still unfurled something in his chest that he wanted to chase, even if his mind was reminding him, that - well - he had a date, for starters - and that when he'd said he liked Adrian, that hadn't exactly been what he'd meant.
Although it certainly wasn't inaccurate either. Ren had enjoyed their conversations, and it would be a complete lie to say that he hadn't thought Adrian attractive when they'd first met. Ren could remember the way he'd sat in the shop, asking questions, and allowing Ren to ramble on, but beyond that, there'd been a sort of instant connection. Ren opened his mouth to say something, but instead stopped, catching the other man's eyes for an instant as he swallowed.
"I think it generally is considered so, yeah," he managed, his own gaze taking in the flushed cheeks and bright eyes and dark curls as his own heart pounded in his ears. He should say something, probably, but he was also pretty certain he wasn't going to. It was a date, not a relationship, and Ren had never been particularly good at avoiding things he wanted. That had been part of the problem with his Uncle.
Ren leaned forward with his now empty hands, and slid one of his around Adrian's more delicate one. The other he slid up against Adrian's neck, and he leaned forward to close the distance once again, his eyes closed this time, the press of his lips against Adrian's firm, open, but not demanding anything from him. He pulled back, then, but stayed close, still somewhat in his bubble, as he asked, pulling back on the words that felt like they'd been spoken longer ago than it really had been: "All right, so where do you want to be?"