petersen-jannik:
@arturamos
It had been shockingly easy to mold his time and his life around the Arturo-shaped figure that had snuck his way in and never really left. Despite that, however, and how he and Turo spent ninety percent of their time together, they’d never gone on a proper date.
Which was a crying shame, since Jannik had every intention to do just that.
New Year’s Eve, surprisingly, had been just the ticket, surprisingly enough. Jannik had expected it to go like most of the other Eve nights he’d had when he was on his own, working late and coming home later. But having Arturo around meant that he’d learned a few more self-preservation skills, the kind that he’d let go or slipped on over the years despite his self-awareness.
Still, some things never changed, as was evident by the younger man’s affectionate needling as he was nudged out of the house with bags of takeout and forced to leave behind everything but his phone, wallet, keys and the clothes on his back.
“I’m already on the boat, Turo,” he responded, grinning, as he slipped the mooring line from its place on the dock before striding to the pit door to grab the discarded food bags. Raising a brow, Jannik stuck his head in and shook the bags in hand. “Did you buy the whole restaurant or just everything but the sink?”
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There was an energy in his chest, buzzing like bees had mistaken his heart for their nest. It had been so long since he’d had this feeling that he almost couldn’t identify it. Arturo was excited. He starts the engine and pulls away from the dock before the boat’s navigation even has time to boot up properly (and by GPS system he means the rigged GPS device mounted to the left of the steering wheel that he didn’t even think to turn on until they were well away from shore).
“It’s our first date,” he says by way of an excuse. “I figured we couldn’t have too much. We can always heat up leftovers tomorrow.” The waters are calm tonight and it’s hard to tell where the sky stops and the ocean begins. “There’s a blanket in the cabin below deck. Not the one on the bed. The one that’s folded on the foot. Bring it up and I’ll help you set up once we get far enough out.”
@arturamos
As excuses for buying half of a restaurant’s menu, ‘it’s our first date’ was a decent one. Jannik could freely admit that but, well, he enjoy teasing the other man a bit too much to do that quite yet. There was something about it, about Arturo, that made his heart race a bit more than normal, pounding away in his chest like he’d run a mile, a buzzing anxiety to it that made him feel simultaneously excited and sick at the prospect of it.
It was a feeling he was learning to get used to and happily so, if it meant the other man was in his life.
So, Jannik leaned in the doorway of the pit and watched Arturo settle into his role of seaman like it was a second skin, barely glancing at the GPS to the side of the steering wheel (and probably only mostly out of accident rather than habit, since Nik well knew that it wasn’t always there, he’d been on the Rocksteady enough times to know that). They had a bit of time to kill before they got out to a place Turo liked and Nik knew that. He didn’t mind idling for a while or ducking into the pit to squeeze a hand around Arturo’s hip, humming at his words, and drop a kiss to the top of his head before disappearing below decks.
He came back carrying the appropriate blanket folded beneath his arm.














