Finley Melville ♛ Crowley (swelltricks) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-02-21 00:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | david ryan, finley melville |
Who: Finley Melville and David Ryan
What: They “break up”, then they make up. (1/2)
Where: Jamba Juice in central Los Angeles
When: Saturday afternoon, February 20th 2016
Warnings: Some language & later some groping
It wasn’t exactly warm enough for smoothies, but the Jamba Juice was still crowded when Finley opened the door for the two of them. He could have chosen a far more appropriate venue, he supposed, but once he’d made up his mind about something he did hate to change it. He had plans, after all, plans that the Jamba Juice, and the smoothies within, served very well indeed. Plans that coffee really wouldn’t suit at all… yes, there were always frappes, but they didn’t exactly come in a wide array of bright colors, did they? No, Jamba Juice was the best choice, and he’d argued until he finally resorted to a far better way to get David to agree to do whatever it was that Finley wanted. His life had gotten much easier since he’d realized that petting David’s hair reduced the younger man to blissed out putty in his hands. Finley still wasn’t entirely certain that David realized exactly what he’d agreed to.
Too late for that. He’d agreed, and that was it. Finley could already see customers getting their phones out and snapping pictures of the two of them. A hazard of being connected with a celebrity (he hesitated to say ‘romantically’, there was nothing romantic about it, their arrangement was entirely about sex), you started to get used to the cell phone paparazzi after a while. This time, the two of them were counting on it. The plan wouldn’t go off at all without David’s loyal fans documenting every moment of their idol’s outing to get a smoothie with the man that neither of them had publicly confirmed he was dating. That was, unless you counted that brief but hilarious change of Facebook status that had come even before their first kiss. Finley didn’t plan on counting it, but now that he’d recalled it… it did make decent fodder for their purpose for the day.
You see, Finley and David were going to break up. Publicly. With as much drama as possible.
Oh, they weren’t really going to break up. You had to be in a real relationship with someone before you could really break up with them, now, didn’t you? He and David were just fucking, occasionally having sleepovers, texting each other daily… it wasn’t like they were a couple. They were… fuckbuddies. Friends with benefits, at the most, contrary to what he insisted to everyone that doubted the depth of their commitment. Finley had no plans to stop sleeping with David, or doing any of the rest of it, either. He simply thought it would be best for both of them if nobody suspected it was still going on, that was all.
Not that, at the moment, David knew exactly what was going on, either. Oh, they’d talked about staging a breakup, agreed that they really ought to at some point, but as for the specific timing… Finley didn’t trust David’s acting skills nearly enough to rely on them to convince the general public that they were really breaking up. It was really for the best if Finley was the only one who actually knew what was going on, that day.
He scanned the board as they waited at the end of the line. “I think I want a Strawberry Symphony smoothie. The twenty-four ounce.” What was the saying… go big or go home?