The night was young, and Will Chandler's brow was furrowed. He was fixated on adjusting his necktie in front of the bedroom mirror, and was panicking quite a bit. Tonight was his first formal date with his six-year boyfriend. Before Will was enlisted in the army, they had been in high school, and never had a chance to go on a fancy date. Then, for four years, he was overseas. Finally, at long last, the two had settled down into a small but cozy home in a wooded area. Will had wanted a home by the sea, but Peter had won it over with the argument that seaside homes were far more expensive. It was impossible to argue with that.
His fingers fumbled with the tie for roughly another minute before he started muttering to himself. He gave up and exhaled deeply, running his fingers through his newly short hair. It had grown to a rather long length in the time that he'd been back from the army, and he needed to make sure it looked absolutely perfect. That's when he heard a creak, and the door opened to reveal his boyfriend, Peter, already fully dressed, and looking quite dapper. Will's eyes widened for a moment and he bit his lip to hide a smirk. He'd never seen Peter looking so dashing. The corners of Peter's lips twitched upward slightly.
"Dear, you appear to be having trouble with your tie," He said strongly, and Will simply nodded, looking down at his tie, loose around his neck. Peter laughed softly, flipping his hair out of his eyes and walking over to Will. Their eyes met, and Will allowed himself to be completely entranced by his handsome lover for the first time in years. Keeping direct eye contact with Will, Peter grasped the knot and tail of the tie, pulling tightly on the tail end and sliding it through the knot. He might have even pulled it a bit too tightly, but Will didn't notice. He didn't have time to notice, because suddenly, Peter yanked on the tie, catching Will off guard. His blue eyes went wide as he was pulled into a passionate kiss, Peter's lips moving softly against his. All the anxiety he had been harboring about the upcoming date was fading into pure euphoria. When was the last time they'd kissed like this? Will didn't even think he could remember.
Peter let go of the tie, letting his hands find their place at Will's hips. Both men's heartbeats quickened, and Will let his hands run through Peter's soft brown hair, which was still slightly wet from his recent shower. Will smiled through the kiss, biting softly on Peter's lip. This caused Peter to grunt, and he pulled away from the kiss, pushing Will forward onto their bed. Stay chill man! Will ordered himself, eyes widening once again as suddenly Peter was on top of him, gripping his hands, their fingers interlocked. The man's eyelids were closed slightly with lust, and he leaned in close to Will's face as if about to kiss him... when a soft smirk played at the edge of his mouth and he chuckled.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured, his lips so close to Will's that he could almost touch them, "But we need to go."
Will's heart sank, and his wide eyes grew darker. He definitely wanted to go on this dinner date, but they'd never seemed this close to actually having sex until this very moment, and he felt like it had all gone to waste. But Peter pecked him quickly on the lips and grabbed his tie again, pulling Will up to a sitting posion and straddling his crotch. Will's breath was quick and short to go with his staccatto heartbeat as Peter leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"But I promise you..." He murmured, stroking Will's ruffled hair, "There'll be more."
And with that, Peter lept off the bed, smirking at his disgruntled lover. He had to hold back a laugh at how absolutely adorable he looked, all flustered like that. Will's dark hair was in a ruffled mess, and his blue eyes were wide, staring up at Peter like a begging puppy.
With a final laugh before he left the room, Peter spoke as he adjusted his coat, "Fix up your hair. I'll meet you in the car."
And as he blinked, coming to terms with what had just happened, Will couldn't resist a smile. Only Peter could manage to fluster him enough to make him lose his cool, and he was repeatedly struck with a single magnificent thought as he rose from the bed, fixed his hair and walked out the door.
I'm going to get laid tonight.