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Will had never been on a date before, of course he hadn’t. But it couldn’t be much different from the other times him and Gareth had hung out, right? After all, they’d been touchy, flirty. So this wouldn’t be that different. Gareth was going to pick him up, had some surprise up his sleeve. Will was expecting the motorbike, he’d seen it before, ridden on it before. What he hadn’t expected was Gareth getting cleaned up for this. Sure, there was something about the plaids and ripped denim, leather and messy hair. He supposed he’d probably react about the same if Gareth was always preppy and dressed Punk.. er, Metal. He’d been getting better at that. Recognizing the style differences between genres and subgenres. But the Gareth infront of him right now? Wearing a black and striped button down, slacks, no tie but a vest in matching red? That had him swooning. He’d dressed up, just for him. He smiled at him for a long moment before he opened his mouth to speak. And it was Gareth who broke the silence.
“Hope I’m not too early, ready to go?” He was nervous a million times over, and Will in his normal, casual outfit, was doing absolutely nothing to help. Even just the ironed pants and one button unbuttoned, patterned, button down? Was enough to send blood straight to Gareth’s cheeks, and neck, and ears. Christ, he probably looked like a complete dumbass right now. “A little. But, Hey, You’re usually late, so.” and the teasing, the teasing!! How was he supposed to function under these circumstances? He started towards his bike, running through his plans in his head. It wouldn’t be much, but he had everything set up in his garage. “Well, let’s make up for lost time then.” When did he get this good at talking? Could’ve sworn his voice was trapped in his throat, slowly dying the longer he had to look at Will. Which he could, decidedly, do for hours.
Will just grinned at Gareth, laughing a little as he felt his cheeks flush a bright red, admiring the red in Gareth’s. “What are you waiting for, then, Gare? Get on the bike so I can too.” and not just so he could stare at Gareth as he got onto the bike, swinging a leg over it and putting his feet up on the pedals, sliding his helmet on and clipping it into place, then handing what was now Will’s helmet, undeniably. It had been a light blue, Gareth’s old one. Now it was covered in little doodles. One’s of their dnd characters, of hearts, and stars, and eyes, and galaxies. It suited him. Once he’d clipped it into place he swung his legs over the bike and took a deep breath, that flush on his cheeks rising brighter and brighter. Yet again it was Gareth who broke the silence, “Hold on, okay, Will, dear?” dear. Fuck. He’d let that go to his head as he wrapped his arms around Gareth and bent just a bit to press himself into his back.
It was about a five minute drive to Gareth’s place. He parked in the driveway, just out of the way of his parents' cars, then opened the garage. Inside was everything he had planned. A blanket laid over the concrete, along with an extra one folded up in the corner with a few pillows. A picnic basket, with what was clearly sparkling cider poking out of the top sat perfectly in the middle. “.....Wow..” Will practically gasped out the word, licking his lips as he let himself gaze over the scene infront of him. It was fantastical. Harder to wrap his head around then the nightmares he’d been put through. He walked into the garage and then looked back at Gareth, grinning wide at him, then running back to pull him into a hug. Gareth had been watching Will with the fondest of smiles, until he was knocked back by Will’s hug, laughing a little as he wrapped his arms around him. “Give me some warning next time, alright? Let’s go in, I made sandwiches?”
Will pulled away and gave a little nod, so afraid he might squeak in happiness if he spoke at this moment. He sat down on one side of the blanket, and watched as Gareth opened the basket before sitting down himself. “You’re still planning the next session for your campaign, right? Sorry I couldn’t join that one by the way.” And with that Will was off, someone would listen to him, keep the information. Gareth got excited at Will’s words, wouldn’t tell him to stop talking. So Will talked. He told him about a crushing NPC death, a nearly impossible combat, and especially about how no one had batted an eye when he introduced a gay NPC. He kept talking, and Gareth kept listening. This was just about the best first date either of them could’ve asked for.