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“The movies?” Jake asks with a sweet smile. They’re on an afternoon date on a rare shared day off, early enough in their relationship that Trev’s not always sure of what Jake will enjoy. Trev isn’t always sure what he himself enjoys, so figuring out someone else’s preferences–especially someone he likes a lot –is an anxious task.
(Trev ignores that he knows more than he should about Jimmy Pesto’s preferences.)
“We can go somewhere else if you want,” Trev says, trying and failing to hide the disappointment in his voice. “I just thought, you know, the movies are a traditional place to have a date.”
Jake’s smile takes on a gentle fold and Trev’s pout smooths into a (mostly) neutral line. The taller man reaches down and grabs Tev’s hand, swinging their arms between them. Trev smiles back, completely won over for the moment. It’s just so nice to hold Jake’s hand.
“I love the movies! I have a bunch of old arthouse films back at my place, plus millions of movies on my hard drive. We can watch ‘em sometime.” Jake leads them into the theater and buys the tickets over Trev’s protests. They make their way over to the concessions, chattering about this and that. Trev doesn’t even know what movie Jake chose; he was too busy staring at Jake with naked adoration. Trev has always fallen much too fast and too hard–Jimmy Pesto: exhibit A.
Jake’s looking over the concession options now, a finger to his chin as he squints up at the menu board. He looks particularly cute when he’s pretending to be a professor, engaging his class. His brown hair is wild from the ocean breeze and Trev wants to run his fingers through it.
“What do you want to get?”
“I’m gonna get us both the deluxe ‘Children of the Corn’ package and I’ll tackle you if you try to pay,” Trev teases as he steps up to the counter to order. Neither of the men need nachos and popcorn drenched in butter, supplemented by basically-corn-water soda. Trev doesn’t care.
“Aw, and here I was, trying to seduce you with box candy and matinee tickets to a dying industry.”
Trev grins and orders without answering Jake right away. Jake won’t get mad at him for not volleying back immediately…unlike some people that Trev could mention.
“I’m a pretty cheap sugar baby,” Trev says when he’s paid and they’re waiting for the employee to make up their baskets. “Should I start charging more?”
Jake laughs, the sound rough and sweet like rock candy. Jake has abs like rock, too, which Trev can fully appreciate through Jake’s ever-present gray tee. It takes Trev a moment to come back to reality when Jake laughs again.
“Did you hear me at all?” Jake asks and grabs one of the food baskets from the employee.
Trev grins sheepishly and grabs his own basket from the employee, who smirks and nods. “Uh, no.”
“I said, I work retail; I couldn’t afford you if you charged what you’re actually worth.”
It takes Trev a moment to understand, dazed as he is from knowing that this beautiful man is with him . When Trev finally puts the pieces together, he’s unable to decide if he’s embarrassed that someone like Jake could be into someone like him or touched at the compliment. After a moment, Trev’s heart opts for mostly the latter. He smiles back at Jake as they make their way towards their theater, carefully balancing their baskets and drinks while walking as close together as social norms allow.
“I mean, I work in the food industry. Neither of us are going to be buying sugar babies cars and diamonds.”
“Wait, do you have a sugar baby too?” Jake asks with a smirk. Trev still doesn’t know what movie they’re seeing, as he keeps getting distracted by Jake’s stupid handsome face. All Trev wants to do is pretend that they’re hormonal teenagers and get thrown out of the theater for making out.
Trev probably needs to know what movie they’re seeing before doing that, though. It wouldn’t be much fun to make out to, like, “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” or whatever. Still, as Jake chooses their seats and sits down, Trev is too far gone to actually care.
“I guess you, technically?” Trev says finally, sitting down beside Jake and putting his basket in the seat holder. He’s glad to put aside that weight and grab Jake’s hand over the armrest. Trev feels so much lighter with Jake. “I mean, I wanna give you stuff and spoil you. Isn’t that, like, the main point of a sugar baby?”
“I dunno, man. I’m not up-to-date on my sugar baby etiquette,” Jake says quietly as people file in and the lights dim. They’ve cut it pretty close and Trev is moderately disappointed that they won’t have more time to talk. He likes talking to Jake. Jake listens; Jake actually cares what Trev has to say.
Trev squeezes Jake’s hand against the glow of the first trailer on the big screen. “Well, then I don’t wanna be a bad sugar baby, all out of the loop. Maybe we could just be boyfriends.”
Jake squeezes back and leans over to kiss Trev’s temple in the dark, safe and warm. “That works great for me, Baby.”