He presses his lips together into a line as he places the corn next to the corned beef, unfazed by their proximity, and trying very hard to be unaffected by Break's pleading. (Not whining, he's feeling faintly charitable.)
"Can this not wait until morning? I will have some bought." He isn't meeting Break's eye, because then he'll blush and feel awkward because what do people do in grocery stores, anyway?
He'd better be feeling charitable after what they were doing earlier. To help remind him, Break nuzzles into Knave's throat and kisses the skin there, gently.
"Did you know I have hypoglycemia? That's why I'm always nibbling on fings at work; if I go too long wivout food I crash and pass out." It could be a guilt trip, except that he's actually not lying at all -- it's a serious problem. "I really do need to have some snack food if I'm gonna stay around here much longer."
He contemplates this briefly, hands sliding down to rest on Break's shoulders as he tips his head to the side, accommodating. Come to think about it, should he be really leaving food for wild animals (such as the annoyingly affectionate Xerxes Break) in his condominium...
"Well." He says, slowly. "I will be the one driving this time."
Break relaxes minutely when Knave accepts his touches. This is all new enough still that he's not really sure what he's doing, either; whether or not the other man actually wants him around, or whether he should still be here at all regardless of how Knave might feel about it. For now, at least, he smiles against his throat and lets his tongue slide across the pulse.
"You'd have driven before, too, if you hadn't been drinking," Break murmurs. The implication being, of course, that Break would have been willing to follow him home that night either way.
He doesn't quite have enough concentration to contemplate that, right now, because Break is being distracting. His hands slide down to settle on Break's hips as he turns his head to whisper hotly in his ear:
"I do a lot of fings like a demon, or so I've been told."
His own arms slide up Knave's sides so that he can curl his hands over his shoulders, happy. He's distracting, yes, but in his defense, he really does thrive on affection.
He means to add that a lot of students go there at strange times, thus the hours; but the proximity to his throat distracts him in turn and he tilts his head back for him, submissively.
And quickly it does happen, as he leans up for a kiss and their hands wander further.
Knave's faintly smug when they finally do get around to heading towards his car, one of his scarves wound around Break's neck. It's nearly fifteen past eleven and well, the store's probably deserted around this hour. Right?
Break, meanwhile, is in that warm, dozey, abnormally cooperative mood he gets into when he doesn't get to nap right after sex. Bereft of all the cuddles he'd like, he's contenting himself playing with the end of the scarf instead. When they get to the car he somehow manages to drape himself across the passenger seat, a bit rumpled and still smelling faintly of coconut.
"I know where everyfing is in this store," he says, sounding content as can be. "It won't take us long."
Knave arches a brow silently at him, eyes lifting to look out the back window as he backs the car out of his parking space and starts driving out into the night.
"What are you looking to buy? Aside from...Oreos."
"Oh, wheaty crackers, nuts, yogurt. A bit of juice in case I do get shaky. Cheese."
Unexpectedly healthy, all things considered -- all the sugar he is seen eating is a supplement to his diet, not anywhere close to the entirety of it. Knave will probably be quite dismayed once he realizes just how much this man actually eats.
"So as long as you know what you are getting," he says, faintly suspicious, stopping and going and following traffic rules like he's supposed to set an example for Break.
If Break knew Knave was thinking that he'd get a very flat look and, depending on Break's mood, either lectured or taken horrible advantage of. As it is, though, Break's a bit too dreamy to argue with him at the moment. So he shrugs, instead.
"If it pleases you, I s'pose. But then I want to take you out to the restaurants I like. This next weekend, let's definitely go out for brunch."
There's a long pause, and Knave turns at Broadway, contemplating what it meant that Break was deciding that he was going to take him out for brunch. A part of him was worried he'd miss a special on jellyfish, another was worried about what was expected of him next weekend.
"It's a date, then," Break declares helpfully, reaching over to poke Knave in the cheek as he pulls into the parking lot. "I know where you live now, so there's no getting out of it."
"I know where you live, too," he says, faintly, ears turning red and turning away as he undoes his seatbelt. A date. He hasn't had a date in a while; Charlotte was...well, she made it so that she was hard to forget.
"Oh, right. 'Cause you stalk me all over the place."
Break climbs out of the car and indulges in a long stretch. He likes being out at this time of night; he likes the way the city lights look in the dark. Once Knave has rounded the car to come up to his side, he taps his own head and teases, "It's all up here, mate. You know I can't read me own handwriting half the time anyway."
So saying he slides his arm through Knave's and starts off toward the store. Knave managed to get him to cover up the marks on his neck, but he'll have a much harder time with the public displays of affection, at least outside of the office.
He has little choice but to follow, actually, too polite to shove Break off. His cheeks are faintly coloured, stepping slightly behind Break as he's confronted by, well. The grocery store. And a lot of students.
"...I had thought there would be less people at this time."
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"Can this not wait until morning? I will have some bought." He isn't meeting Break's eye, because then he'll blush and feel awkward because what do people do in grocery stores, anyway?
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"Did you know I have hypoglycemia? That's why I'm always nibbling on fings at work; if I go too long wivout food I crash and pass out." It could be a guilt trip, except that he's actually not lying at all -- it's a serious problem. "I really do need to have some snack food if I'm gonna stay around here much longer."
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He contemplates this briefly, hands sliding down to rest on Break's shoulders as he tips his head to the side, accommodating. Come to think about it, should he be really leaving food for wild animals (such as the annoyingly affectionate Xerxes Break) in his condominium...
"Well." He says, slowly. "I will be the one driving this time."
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"You'd have driven before, too, if you hadn't been drinking," Break murmurs. The implication being, of course, that Break would have been willing to follow him home that night either way.
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He doesn't quite have enough concentration to contemplate that, right now, because Break is being distracting. His hands slide down to settle on Break's hips as he turns his head to whisper hotly in his ear:
"You drive like a demon." Matter-of-factly.
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His own arms slide up Knave's sides so that he can curl his hands over his shoulders, happy. He's distracting, yes, but in his defense, he really does thrive on affection.
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His tone can't really be dry, since he's too busy dropping a kiss on Break's ear, warm hands sliding under his clothes and up his back.
"Which store is the closest?"
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He sits up a little taller and shoves back into Knave's hands as they move, curving along a bit like a cat.
"I go there from the library, sometimes."
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He murmurs against his hair, nosing along his jaw and nuzzling along the curve of his throat. Break is all too distracting, really.
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He means to add that a lot of students go there at strange times, thus the hours; but the proximity to his throat distracts him in turn and he tilts his head back for him, submissively.
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Or. Maybe if he was fast, and maybe if he presses his lips and sucks lightly at Break's pulse, hands sliding down Break's arms again.
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"Quickly." It's a bit breathless.
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Knave's faintly smug when they finally do get around to heading towards his car, one of his scarves wound around Break's neck. It's nearly fifteen past eleven and well, the store's probably deserted around this hour. Right?
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"I know where everyfing is in this store," he says, sounding content as can be. "It won't take us long."
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"What are you looking to buy? Aside from...Oreos."
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Unexpectedly healthy, all things considered -- all the sugar he is seen eating is a supplement to his diet, not anywhere close to the entirety of it. Knave will probably be quite dismayed once he realizes just how much this man actually eats.
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"Get what you want. I will pay."
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Maybe he can keep Break around with that, for a little while longer.
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"If it pleases you, I s'pose. But then I want to take you out to the restaurants I like. This next weekend, let's definitely go out for brunch."
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"...all right." He's smiling slightly.
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Knave really should have a TiVo by now anyway.
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"Perhaps you should have prepared a list?"
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Break climbs out of the car and indulges in a long stretch. He likes being out at this time of night; he likes the way the city lights look in the dark. Once Knave has rounded the car to come up to his side, he taps his own head and teases, "It's all up here, mate. You know I can't read me own handwriting half the time anyway."
So saying he slides his arm through Knave's and starts off toward the store. Knave managed to get him to cover up the marks on his neck, but he'll have a much harder time with the public displays of affection, at least outside of the office.
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"...I had thought there would be less people at this time."
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