Thread: Dameon & Eddie Who: Eddie Flynn and Dameon Wilder. And Tuna! When: April 22. Evening. Where: Base. Their room. What: Watching America's Next Top Model and general cuddle time.
Wednesday night meant America's Next Top Model. It was a show that Dameon had never even thought to watch before he'd met Eddie, let along actually watched. Now? He had seen every episode of the current season. Or cycle. Whatever they called it.
It wasn't that he liked it. But Eddie liked it. And Dameon liked Eddie. And there was some amusement that came from the show, he had to admit. More amusing, more entertaining and especially more endearing was Eddie's colour commentary, and his thoughts on all the girls and who should stay and who should go.
It was about five minutes before the show began and they were ready to go. The television was on the right channel, they had drinks and Dameon emerged from the kitchen, clad in head to toe black and carrying a bowl filled with popcorn, hot and buttered with a touch of salt.
"Popcorn is served," he said as he glided over to the bed and settled down, stretching his legs out and resting back against the stacked pillows, the bowl placed in his lap, gray eyes drifting over to his bubbly blonde boyfriend.