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phineasjonesomg. somebody needs to stop me.
Dom really hoped this was a date he was on. He was having the hardest time picking up cues from Ron. Except that Ron seemed nervous a lot of the time, and that seemed like a good sign. During the movie, Dom had experimentally leaned into Ron a bit, his shoulder pressing into Ron’s arm. And Ron hadn’t moved. Another good sign.
The next good sign was Ron’s enthusiastic agreement that they should have dinner together. “Great, I’m starving,” Ron said, pretending to clutch at his stomach. Dom tried not to let his gaze linger too long on the small strip of skin revealed when Ron pulled up on his T-shirt.
Neither of them knew any restaurants in the area so they decided to try a place they had passed on their way. When they were a few blocks away, Dom’s mobile rang out from his pocket. Ron started and reached for his own breast pocket. Dom thought that was odd, since he said he didn’t have a phone of his own.
“One second,” he told Ron, flipping open his phone, “’Lo?”
“Did you go to the bookstore?” Elijah’s voice rang out right away.
“Yeah. Um. This isn’t really a good time. Can I call you later?” Dom grinned apologetically at Ron.
“Oh my God. You’re with him right now, aren’t you? Were you snogging? Did I interrupt?”
“Or maybe tomorrow?”
“Is he Amish? Did you ask him?”
“Right, so I should go now.”
“You didn’t ask him anything did you? Did you at least find out if he’s gay?”
Dom sighed heavily.
“You totally didn’t. Wanker! Put him on, I’ll ask him.”
“Great, then. Talk to you later. Bye.”
Dom closed his phone and looked up at Ron, who was politely trying to look disinterested. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking up at the sky. The streetlights made his hair a crazy bright color and Dom really, really wanted to kiss him senseless. But there was still dinner. Maybe by dessert he’d have this all figured out.
As it turned out, they didn’t order dessert. Dinner was such an abysmal failure that Dom saw no point in prolonging it. He had decided that not only was Ron probably not at all interested in him, but he seemed constantly on edge and uncomfortable around him. Dom tried to talk and ask him questions but he would just tense up and give short, conversation-killing answers. When he asked him how he liked the movie, Ron said, “It was good.” When he asked him where he went to school, he said, “Up North.”
He had a little more to say when Dom asked him about his friends, but after telling him that Hermione was very smart and Harry was naturally good at a lot of things, he trailed off, playing with his fork and glancing around them.
Seeing Ron rub at his eyes, Dom asked if he was tired.
“Nah,” Ron answered, “Just been working a lot of nights is all.”
“Nights? At the bookshop?”
Ron tensed again and shifted his gaze to the table. “Yeah. Inventory.” It was clear as day that he was lying.
It had been different earlier, before the film. Ron had talked at length about his family and Dom had smiled to picture the whole, ginger-haired lot of them. They had laughed together and it had been easy and fun and Dom didn’t understand why it wasn’t still that way. He figured Ron must have realized Dom was interested and was trying to put him off. Which made him annoyed and a little angry.
They paid for dinner, Ron taking a strangely long time to examine each of his bills while Dom drummed his fingers against his leg. Once outside, they faced each other in an awkward silence that quickly drove Dom mad. There was no point in dragging this out any further.
“Look. If you’re not interested, all you have to do is say so. I can handle it. You don’t have to be all weird and silent or whatever. You’re extremely fit – you can’t blame me for trying. And you seem like a really great bloke, too. But if you don’t want to tell me anything about yourself, that’s your thing. Just come out and say it already.”
Dom clenched and unclenched his hands while he waited for Ron to respond. Ron blinked once. And again. And then Dom flinched as Ron came at him suddenly. But he didn’t hit him. He grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the hottest kiss of his life – an honour he bestowed upon it right then and there. Ron’s hands on his shoulders were long-fingered and strong. His lips were incredibly hot and he was doing extremely impressive things with his tongue. Dom gripped Ron’s waist – as much to hold his week-kneed self up as to finally touch that tantalizing patch of skin.
Dom was breathless when Ron pulled away. He remained where he was, hands tangled in the shirt at Ron’s waist, head tipped up toward him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird,” Ron said.
Dom thought, Kiss me again. Nownownow. But manage to take a deep enough breath to said, “My place is rather a mess. Can we go to yours?”
Ron grinned and then suddenly frowned. “Er… No. My place…”
Not again. Dom thought they were past the awkward once the kissing started. But then Ron spoke again, “I don’t care if your place is messy. Let’s go.”
“All right. But first…” He laced his fingers into the hair at the back of Ron’s head and pulled him down for another kiss.
part 6
Dom really hoped this was a date he was on. He was having the hardest time picking up cues from Ron. Except that Ron seemed nervous a lot of the time, and that seemed like a good sign. During the movie, Dom had experimentally leaned into Ron a bit, his shoulder pressing into Ron’s arm. And Ron hadn’t moved. Another good sign.
The next good sign was Ron’s enthusiastic agreement that they should have dinner together. “Great, I’m starving,” Ron said, pretending to clutch at his stomach. Dom tried not to let his gaze linger too long on the small strip of skin revealed when Ron pulled up on his T-shirt.
Neither of them knew any restaurants in the area so they decided to try a place they had passed on their way. When they were a few blocks away, Dom’s mobile rang out from his pocket. Ron started and reached for his own breast pocket. Dom thought that was odd, since he said he didn’t have a phone of his own.
“One second,” he told Ron, flipping open his phone, “’Lo?”
“Did you go to the bookstore?” Elijah’s voice rang out right away.
“Yeah. Um. This isn’t really a good time. Can I call you later?” Dom grinned apologetically at Ron.
“Oh my God. You’re with him right now, aren’t you? Were you snogging? Did I interrupt?”
“Or maybe tomorrow?”
“Is he Amish? Did you ask him?”
“Right, so I should go now.”
“You didn’t ask him anything did you? Did you at least find out if he’s gay?”
Dom sighed heavily.
“You totally didn’t. Wanker! Put him on, I’ll ask him.”
“Great, then. Talk to you later. Bye.”
Dom closed his phone and looked up at Ron, who was politely trying to look disinterested. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking up at the sky. The streetlights made his hair a crazy bright color and Dom really, really wanted to kiss him senseless. But there was still dinner. Maybe by dessert he’d have this all figured out.
As it turned out, they didn’t order dessert. Dinner was such an abysmal failure that Dom saw no point in prolonging it. He had decided that not only was Ron probably not at all interested in him, but he seemed constantly on edge and uncomfortable around him. Dom tried to talk and ask him questions but he would just tense up and give short, conversation-killing answers. When he asked him how he liked the movie, Ron said, “It was good.” When he asked him where he went to school, he said, “Up North.”
He had a little more to say when Dom asked him about his friends, but after telling him that Hermione was very smart and Harry was naturally good at a lot of things, he trailed off, playing with his fork and glancing around them.
Seeing Ron rub at his eyes, Dom asked if he was tired.
“Nah,” Ron answered, “Just been working a lot of nights is all.”
“Nights? At the bookshop?”
Ron tensed again and shifted his gaze to the table. “Yeah. Inventory.” It was clear as day that he was lying.
It had been different earlier, before the film. Ron had talked at length about his family and Dom had smiled to picture the whole, ginger-haired lot of them. They had laughed together and it had been easy and fun and Dom didn’t understand why it wasn’t still that way. He figured Ron must have realized Dom was interested and was trying to put him off. Which made him annoyed and a little angry.
They paid for dinner, Ron taking a strangely long time to examine each of his bills while Dom drummed his fingers against his leg. Once outside, they faced each other in an awkward silence that quickly drove Dom mad. There was no point in dragging this out any further.
“Look. If you’re not interested, all you have to do is say so. I can handle it. You don’t have to be all weird and silent or whatever. You’re extremely fit – you can’t blame me for trying. And you seem like a really great bloke, too. But if you don’t want to tell me anything about yourself, that’s your thing. Just come out and say it already.”
Dom clenched and unclenched his hands while he waited for Ron to respond. Ron blinked once. And again. And then Dom flinched as Ron came at him suddenly. But he didn’t hit him. He grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into the hottest kiss of his life – an honour he bestowed upon it right then and there. Ron’s hands on his shoulders were long-fingered and strong. His lips were incredibly hot and he was doing extremely impressive things with his tongue. Dom gripped Ron’s waist – as much to hold his week-kneed self up as to finally touch that tantalizing patch of skin.
Dom was breathless when Ron pulled away. He remained where he was, hands tangled in the shirt at Ron’s waist, head tipped up toward him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be weird,” Ron said.
Dom thought, Kiss me again. Nownownow. But manage to take a deep enough breath to said, “My place is rather a mess. Can we go to yours?”
Ron grinned and then suddenly frowned. “Er… No. My place…”
Not again. Dom thought they were past the awkward once the kissing started. But then Ron spoke again, “I don’t care if your place is messy. Let’s go.”
“All right. But first…” He laced his fingers into the hair at the back of Ron’s head and pulled him down for another kiss.
part 6
