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They held hands until they got the burger place. Rogue didn't have much of an appetite but ordered some food with his 20% off discount. He stepped aside for Sting to order.
Sting on the other hand, ordered enough food for both of them and another person. He paid, grinning as the food was carried to the table. He paused after sitting down, across the narrow 2 person table. Sting squinted a bit at first, but stopped. "The damn light is in my eyes." He said, moving to sit beside Rogue instead. Lame excuse is lame.
Rogue rolled his eyes. It was night time, how could light be in his eyes? He felt very uncomfortable being so close to the other. Not because he didn't like him but just he wasn't a touchy feely person.
Rogue was so close, Sting could practically feel him. The blonde could smell his deodorant and whatever products he used, all scents that Sting enjoyed. He'd never tell Rogue, but he once sprayed that missing T-shirt that 'got lost in the wash' with cologne and kept it for months. Creepy, probably. Desperately in love, definitely.
Sting suddenly was uncomfortably close to Rogue's face. "Your eyelashes... They're white..." He said, wonder in his voice. Sting was far from stupid, but he had an innocent wonder about him and he had no common sense half the time.
"Shit! Rogue cursed quietly trying to hide. He forgot his eyeliner and mascara. "Like I was trying to tell you... I'm not who you think I am..." He said again trying to explain to the too-close-to-him blonde.
"They're so pretty though..." sting replied. "And I don't care what you have to hide. You're still Rogue, no matter what."
Rogue blushed, Sting was so close to him. He felt his heart beating in his throat. "The reason I dye my hair, that my eyes are red... I'm albino... It's why I hate the sun." Rogue explained hoarsely. He felt like running away and crying but he was trapped.
"Seriously?' he asked. He noticed Rogue's demeanor changing, and put his hand on the other's shoulder. "Do you know how fucking *awesome* that is?" He asked, trying not to be too loud, for once.
Rogue scuffed. "It's not awesome, it fucking sucks. I'm... Ugly. Especially when I don't dye my hair and put my make up on. I feel naked right now without it." Rogue confessed, head down looking at his food tray.
Sting put his arm around Rogue, pulling him in for a hug. "Nah, I don't think so. Anybody says anything, I'll punch them for you!" He grinned cheesily. The blonde then kissed Rogue's cheek before stuffing his own mouth full of burger.
Rogue sat stunned, a blush on his pale cheeks. "You... Just kissed me..."Rogue again didn't know what to do. He wanted to hit Sting for invading his personal space but the other part of wanted to kiss him back.
"Yeah?" He said, muffled by burger. He swallowed the massive bite whole. "You're cute when ya blush." He said, no filter tonight
"Shut up!” Rogue huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sting only grinned more. "No way in hell." He replied, before finishing off his third, or maybe forth, $1 burger.
The meal over, if one could call Sting stuffing his face while flirting shamelessly a meal, they left the restaurant with some weird looks from late night customers. Sting shrugged it off, never one to give a damn either way. His hand snaked it's way back into Rogue's as they made their way back to the apartment. "Hey, d' ya wanna watch a movie?" He asked, the only noise outside of their breathing being the low hum of the streetlight overhead and the rumble of distant traffic.
Rogue nodded "sure", He answered quietly. His brain was in overdrive. What was he supposed to do with these new found feelings? "There's... A new horror film on Netflix." He offered. Rogue liked the movies as well as the good scary ones.
"Ooh, sounds good. Is it one of those bad shark ones?" Sting asked. He admittedly had no taste in movies, always watching the bad B movies instead of the blockbusters. But he enjoyed them, and Lector didn't care either way.
Once back in their apartment, the pair made their way to the sofa. Both Frosch and Lector had made themselves comfortable on the back of the sofa, and sting practically threw himself onto the worn overstuffed piece of furniture. He patted the cushion next to him. "It's Netflix time." He declared.
Rogue couldn't help but roll his eyes a little. He had fallen for such a dork. He blushed a little. He really had fallen for the blonde hadn't he. Sitting down on the sofa next to Sting, Rogue grabbed the TV remote and turned it on to look through their Netflix account.
Sting legitimately yawned, since it was around 3 am, but he didn't have to work tomorrow so he didnt mind staying up late. The blonde grinned at his albino goth boyfriend.
Ruby eyes glanced over at the blonde. "Is this one okay?” He asked a bad three headed shark movie highlighted on the tv screen. Rogue had no idea what to call Sting at this point. He was his roommate yes, but he was more than just that... He thought. It wasn't like they were boyfriends... (yet). As Rogue thought on his feelings for the other the movie started.
Sting grinned. "Sounds great!" The blonde laughed and cheered at the shark, losing it at certain parts. At a less exciting bit, he legit yawned and stretched, but put his arm casually around Rogue's shoulders. He didn't look over, but a faint blush crossed his cheeks.
Rogue rolled his eyes but didn't protest. He let Sting's arm stay around him and even moved a bit closer into him. He blushed as he felt the warmth of the other against him. "Sting...?" Rogue began as the movie ended.
"hmm?" He replied sleepily. The blonde moved in a bit to cuddle up to Rogue. "You're warm... Cuddle..." He mumbled, leaning into Rogue's neck.
"Nevermind..." A small smile crept on to Rogue's face. He wrapped his arms around Sting to comply to more cuddles. He was really cute when he slept and was quiet.
Sting snuggled in closer. Who would have thought he'd be a cuddler? The blonde buried his face in Rogue's neck, his breathing slowing as he fell asleep more soundly. He mumbled a bit in his sleep, a smile crossing his face.
Rogue was never one for hugs or cuddles but for now he made an exception. Sting was just so... Cute and warm. He blushed at his own thoughts. Rogue soon fell asleep himself sitting up Sting practically in his lap.