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The first time Andrew held Garrett's hand in public, it was 2am in a nearly deserted grocery store during a late night run to get more snacks for their movie night.
Garrett glanced down at their linked hands the moment he felt Andrew's groping fingers, confusion written all over his face. "What are you doing, Andrew?"
"I'm holding my boyfriend's hand."
The corners of Garrett's lips twitched. "But babe, someone could see," he whispered dramatically.
"This aisle's empty." Andrew picked up a bag of chips to study nonchalantly.
"Oh." Garrett tried not to let his disappointment seep through. He knew Andrew was a private person, and he respected it. But even so, if only he could flaunt his perfect boyfriend out in public....People would get sick of him, but he wouldn't care. No one was more important to him than Andrew.
"But if it wasn't," Andrew continued, putting the chips back, "I wouldn't care." He brought their hands up to his mouth, planting a kiss on the back of Garrett's hand. He smiled up at his tall lover, who was glowing with excitement. "Not anymore."
"You're finally not ashamed of me?" Garrett asked, humor tinging his voice.
Andrew gasped exaggeratedly, letting his mouth hang open. "Garr-Bear!" he scolded lightly. "I've never been ashamed of you.
Garrett giggled. "I know, I'm just goofing." He stepped closer to Andrew, who bumped back against the shelves, and stole a quick kiss.
Andrew snaked his other hand into Garrett's hair, pulling him back for another.
Time seemed to stand still as they drowned in one another. They didn't notice the announcement that played overhead, calling for a specific employee. They didn't notice the rattling of a cart that passed by at the end of the aisle. Only the squeals of teenage girls had the power to disrupt them and pull them back to reality.
"Oh my God, it's Garrett Watts!"
"And Andrew Siwicki!"
"O. M. G. Are they dating?"
Garrett tried to pull away, for Andrew's sake. He didn't complain, though, when Andrew wouldn't let him go.