forum "Money doesn't buy me. Real love and trust does." | One-on-One | Male/Male Romance | Closed!

Started January 15, 2020 by Deleted user

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"You just thought of something. What was it?" He asked. He made a further move, running his hand through Amory's hand, where he had. He pushed a few of the little strands back all the while. "That's what I want to know."

Amory shrugged and smiled a genuine smile for once. "I'll ask later. Right now is a little early." His eyes fluttered shut at Sorrel's fingers in his hair, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping his lips.

Sorrel appeared surprised at Amory's actions. "Sure, then. Sure." The last word slipped past his lips with a different sound than it originally had. He took his hand out of Amory's hair, and grinned. "Oh, we have bread-" He muttered. He kind of got intensely into the bread, and gobbled one of the bread sticks.

(I know! I love it! grinning)

Amory chuckled and opened his eyes again, taking some bread for himself, munching with relish. "Hmm, if the rest of the food is as good as the breadsticks, I might become a regular here." He grinned at Sorrel.

"Well, if anything, I'll keep you coming back.~" Sorrel purred, wiping a little bit of garlic-butter off of his cheek. He licked his finger, after that, and made sure there weren't any little garlic flecks left. After another sip of champagne, he began a train of thought. He looked at Amory, and began to think things. "What if he's not into pastel pink? Does he like blankets as much as I do?" The list of random questions continued, and he appeared to be dazed looking at Amory.

( big happies )

Amory wiped his mouth after eating his bread and paused when he saw the look on Sorrel's face. "You're looking at me funny. What are you thinking about?" He reached over with his napkin and wiped a grease spot that Sorrel had missed off his face.

Sorrel snapped out of his thoughts and realized he'd left himself staring at Amory. "I was asking, uhm, questions. To myself." He said. "They were all about the future I see for myself." He explained. He wasn't entirely lying.

Amory quirked an eyebrow. "And what do you see for your future? I'd like to hear it from the man who has it all." He grinned again, pushing some of Sorrel's hair out of his face, murmuring something to himself.

Sorrel's face was really red. It was quite noticeable when the hair wasn't all in front of it. "You." He said, almost as if it were an instinct. "I see you, and nothing else but my worries as for what you love and hate. I guess I'm worried I'd make a mistake, then." He admitted.

Amory was slightly surprised. "Me? Really? I…." his face was red. "I'm honored you think so well of me…. And if you're curious of what I love and hate, you know you can ask me. I don't hide much. Actually I have had questions about you as well…" Amory traced a few fingers over Sorrel's cheek. "And may I say you have very pretty eyes…? I wish you wouldn't hide them with your hair so much…. I love the color…" he murmured, before turning a bit redder with embarrassment before clearing throat and leaning back again, worried that Sorrel wouldn't appreciate the close proximity. "Why don't you ask me some of the questions? I'd like to know what you're curious about."

He suddenly squeaked at Amory's response. "Well, I wondered most how you feel about love, and super soft blankets- I also wanted to know if you could maybe, I-I don't know, see a future with me." He muttered, hoping he was audible enough. He moved his hair back a little, letting his eyes shine through a lot more. Amory was a flipping influence on him.

( Good morning! )

(Morning! Just got in! And I got my coffee this morning, so I'm happy. lol)

Amory thought about these questions. Then he slowly responded, one at a time. "I think I'll go from easiest question to the hardest. Super soft blankets- I actually look for soft, luxury quality blankets when I need to buy some. I couldn't stand just a "meh" blanket. Except my blankie from when I was a small thing and my two college souvenir throws. So I'd say I'm more invested in my blankets than most." Amory grinned at Sorrel as he finished that thought, then he sobered as he moved on to the next question. "Love…. Is not something I've been fortunate in…. I do believe that real love is out there, but no matter what kind of love it is, that requires work. And, of course I believe that romantic love is not strictly between two opposite genders. I think the idea of that is ridiculous." Amory rolled his eyes at the idea that love would have such limitations. "And your last question…. I don't know… but I think… I'd like to find out…." Amory looked straight into Sorrel's eyes as he said this. "You're a wonderful person Sorrel. I personally don't think I would deserve you and that you would be better off trying to find someone better than me, but if you want…. I think I'd like to try and see if the love that's been eluding me… lies with you…."

( Coffee! We're feeling the same vibes, again! )

Sorrel's mind went through the answers Amory had given him. He almost fell perfectly in love with the blankets, he felt nearly the same way himself. A lot of people his age have closets full of clothes, but he honestly had closets of blankets. That's one thing Amory had right! His opinions on love felt sweet, too. Sorrel admired how Amory had such organized ideas, he should have expected it from him. The last response, however, set him soaring. He had to breathe in quite intensely to calm his heart down. "Amory, my favorite… If you'd like to try that, then I'll be just fine with complying, for you deserve only my best." He said, in summary. He wondered how he got through the phrase without crying, in all honesty.

(Lmao, nice! Another coffee lover! puts hand up for high-five {I went to my library last night and actually got a book about craft coffee and how to brew the best cup. If my one friend knew about this, she'd die. She firmly believes I'm a coffee addict. … Which I am.})

Amory smiled, and replied softly, "You don't need to give me your best. Your best is right here in front of me." Then he laughed. "I don't think my heart could take much more!" He slowly stopped laughing, ending up in a grin. "But I only want to try it if you want to try it. And don't ever, EVER let me pressure you into anything. I figure I should give you that warning now. And I don't just mean sexual things. I mean anything." He looked extremely serious, and there was almost a sort of regret in his eyes as he said this, as if he were afraid he was eventually going to drive the other away somehow or another.

( Honestly we're both addicts then! Two cups a day, at least, and never less! Books ALWAYS help me with mine, haha. )

Sorrel felt so, so reassured by Amory. He practically already set a little rule, and he loved that he cared so much. "Thanks, so much, Amory. Honestly, I'm super relieved right now." He said, softly. "Just knowing you're caring this much, just feeling that you've got me now, it's something so special…" He said, rambling on about how grateful he was. He gently gave Amory a unique kind of look, like a 'Don't you worry, I'll be here for you', kind of thing.

(I mostly mooch off my school's essentially free coffee. I just need to ask a teacher or someone with our "prize tickets" for lack of a better word, for ten and if I have my own container, bada-bing bada-boom, I have rather shitty free coffee, but it works in a pinch.)

Amory smiled a bit at Sorrel, and ended up laughing at the other's cute rambling, when they were cut-off by the waitress reappearing to take their orders, apologizing for taking so long. Amory waved away the apology, insisting that they were just fine and she had nothing to worry about. The girl looked relieved and happily took Amory's order of some Fettecine Alfredo before turning to Sorrel for his order.

( Haha. I wish our place did that. )

Sorrel honestly ended up so focused on Amory that he almost forgot what he wanted. He instantly went to his go-to. "I'd like the lasagna, please. Mind you, with extra cheese." He said. He luckily came that much prepared. He got such a delicious meal, and Amory got a great dish, too. He waited patiently until the waitress left to continue where they were, oh he was so flustered.

(I'm gonna miss the free coffee most out of this crappy place when I head off to college next year….)

Amory smirked at Sorrel. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that, right?" He chuckled and reached over to gently trace his cool fingers over Sorrel's flushed cheeks. "Had I known better, I'd almost be rushing you to the hospital for a dangerous fever." He laughed. He was never really this happy in quite a while. This was a nice change… Though of course….. he sighed almost sadly as he gazed at Sorrel.

( I'm going to miss nothing, honestly, my school sucks. It doesn't even have an art class.. )

Sorrel laughed, so softly. He'd not gathered to confidence to admit it quite yet, but he loved it when Amory's fingers met his skin. But the sigh worried him, and he wasn't going to think a second before mentioning it. "Did something bad happen in the past, to you?" He asked. He carefully reached his hand up to Amory's, entwining their fingers as best he could, hoping it wouldn't alarm him.

(We have art classes, but I didn't get to take anything but a fashion design class (That was first offered last year) but the funding sucks. Also my teacher was a bit of an air-head. Sweet. But an air-head. Also there's way too much discrimination and injustice here. Literally just going to miss my BF and the free coffee.)

Armory gave a wane smile at the question. "You could say that I guess. Actually, many things were bad throughout my past, but, I guess I got through them all okay." His thumb rubbed across Sorrel's knuckles lazily, his gaze becoming distant as memories took over. He shook himself out of his reverie quickly though and smiled, "But that's neither here nor there is it? I'm not going to ruin our date with a "Poor, poor, pitiful me" tale." He grinned.

( Missing people, coffee, and low funded classes sounds like an awful combo. Discrimination, too? Heck you've sent me spiraling. That's awful.)

Sorrel laughed, sweetly, and gave Amory's hand a little, reassuring squeeze. "You can get through anything. And if you get to something you think you can't, well then, you've got me, too." He promised Amory. "No matter what," Sorrel thought to himself, "I have to become someone who loves him and protects him more than he could have ever imagined."

(Hilarious thing is, the college I'm going to, one of the art teachers is a family friend and when I went on a tour there, I ran into another family friend whom I had no clue worked there {And I can't remember his name….})

Amory smiled, silently vowing to himself already as Sorrel promised his support< that he could never let Sorrel see his brokenness. It would destroy the soft other. He never wanted to hurt him. He just wanted to protect, coddle, and love him. "Thank you, Sorrel. And I'll do the same." Then their food came out, forcing Amory to let go, reluctantly, of Sorrel. When the waitress left again. He grinned. "Dig in then!"