I was incredibly nervous about my date today, but I took that as a good thing. It was my first date, sure, but I also felt at ease with the idea of it. I was excited to know more about Leo. He had really piqued my interest, there was a real connection, I felt. We spoke again this morning and I couldn't help but feel smitten when he gave me stupid compliments and I tried my best to return them.
"Are you ready?" Leo called me. "I don't mind picking you up,"
"Yeah, I'm ready! I don't mind driving either, though. I don't want you to go out of your way,"
"You're not out of my way; your apartment is on the way to the restaurant! Just hush, let me get you," I chuckled and agreed.
"Alright, I'll see you soon."
It wasn't long until Leo got me and we were together in the car. He was right; the restaurant was about five minutes down the road and, before I knew it, we were sitting at a table.
"So, what are your parents like?" Leo asked. I choked up on my water. I was not expecting that question from him, mostly because no one had ever asked me something like that.
"My parents are… particular people,"
"What do you mean?" Leo leaned into me and sipped his coffee, clearly interested in what I had to say.
"They're just… serious. It's about work and efficiency, not relationships, really,"
"Oh," he sounded off. "Do they know you like guys?" I nodded.
"Yeah, they've known for a long time. But, I've never had anyone around them before. What about you?" The waitress came back around as I asked, but thankfully he answered soon.
"My parents know I'm gay, yeah. They're good parents, though, very loving and surprisingly involved,"
"What do you mean 'surprisingly'?" I asked.
"They work so much, especially my mom. But she never failed to be there for me. It's been like that since they adopted me," Leo said. I watched as he took a bite of his food and smirked at his words and my obviously shocked reaction.
"I didn't know you were adopted," I commented, eating my own food. Although I never saw his mother, he didn't look anything like his father so I was unsure.
"Oh, yeah! They got me as a toddler, but I was old enough to remember life before them. It was not great at all,"
"Oh…" I sounded. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to pry and force him to talk about anything, but I also wanted to know more. I mean, that's why we were on the date, wasn't it, to learn about each other?
"I know you want to ask and it's okay. I was with a couple of foster families who treated me poorly, to say the least. But, when Dean and Isabelle adopted me they treated me with so much love and attention. I felt so safe with them." I watched as Leo spoke with delicacy and a blush. He talked like there was more to say, and I'm sure there was, but I was just happy that he shared so much with me.
"Thank you for telling me," I told him. I grabbed his hand that rested on the table out of pure instinct, it felt like. I rubbed it and smiled, him shying away right after. Before long, our food was out and we were chowing down, still talking whenever we could."So, do you like working for my dad?" Leo broke the small silence there was and changed the subject.
"Yeah, I do. I don't see much of him, but my coworkers are nice enough. Plus, the work is fun. I get to be dirty and manage shit all at once,"
"You're just a piggy,"
"I thought pet names were supposed to be cute, like 'honey' or 'babe', not 'piggy'." I pouted.
"Mmm, well you are very cute, but you also like getting dirty, just like a piggy!"
"If you weren't so adorable, I would be offended. But, I like you so I'll ignore it," I smiled at Leo and he blushed. I watched his face deliberately. Every inch of it was beautiful to me. His eyes sparkled, his skin glowed, and his smile lit a fire within my heart.
"I like you, too, Keith. Are you ready to go home?" I nodded. "I really enjoyed my time with you, Keith," Leo told me as we walked back to the car. We were still hand-in-hand. It wasn't something that I was used to, but it was something I could get used to.
"Me too, I would love to do it with you again," We got in the car and we looked at each other longingly. I wanted to touch him, to feel him on me. I leaned forward, not entirely sure of how this would go, and grabbed his face with care. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pressed his lips to mine.
They were as supple and soft as I thought they would be. Our lips moved together in such synchronization. I felt Leo's breath on mine, his tongue grazed mine, and I let him in. I was hoping I was doing everything right. By the sound of Leo's breath, I'm pretty sure I was. I couldn't believe we were doing this—my first kiss with a guy I met by accident and it was going so, so well. I pulled away reluctantly, but I knew I had to otherwise I would be dealing with an issue I didn't have time nor privacy for.
"T-That was so good," I breathed. Leo hummed and smiled, giving me a soft kiss on my lips once more. His touch lingered upon me and I felt my heart beat out of my chest.
"You're not so bad yourself," he giggled. "I can't believe it was your first kiss,"
"Me neither, but I'm glad it was with you,"
"Me too. Let me get you home," Leo started the drive to my place and I felt compelled to stare at him. He was laughing at me and making side comments, but I ignored them. Leo was everything I could've imagined. I wanted to continue being with him. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to be close to him and do more normal things like going on dates, shopping, staying the night, meeting my family… Meeting my family… Dad wouldn't allow it, not with Leo at least.