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It was hard to focus with Isaacâs hands on his body and lips peppering kisses to his skin. He inhaled his scent and was comforted by the general closeness of the other. This whole day with Isaac truly showed Apollo what he had been missing this whole time. He had spent months keeping the other man at armâs length and fighting a relationship with him because he was scared of his father. And now that he had found the strength to let go of that and just embrace being with the Australian. It felt good. It felt good to be like this with Isaac. It was also kind of funny how an act like dressing him felt far more intimate than rolling around on the sheets naked with him.Â
He took a step back from Isaac and turned to the mirror. His eyes scanned over the clothes and he reached up with his hand and played with the collar of the shirt. Apollo liked Isaacâs clothes when they were on him. His clothes ranged from tame to flamboyant. Colors and patterns that screamed look at me. At first, it intimidated Apollo because the man was used to wearing muted, dark clothes all of the time. But he soon came to love the flare of pop Isaacâs clothes had. Yet still, as he looked in the mirror, he was still thankful that Isaac hadnât picked something out that drew attention to Apollo. ActuallyâŠhe rather enjoyed the way the salmon colored shirt stood out against his olive skin.Â
Apollo returned to Isaac and tried to fight back the blush that spread across his cheeks at the compliments being thrown his way. It didnât help that Cassâ potion was still coursing through his body keeping his mind fuzzy and his anxiety far, far away. Isaacâs fingers trailed along the back of his neck and in response, Apollo wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. âI like wearing your clothes,â He replied with a small smile. Wearing Isaacâs clothes always brought him back to the first night they met. âRemember when I took your jacket? In the maze?â He still had it hanging on in his closet and wore it often. There was a preservation smell on it so that it always smelled like Isaac. âItâs funny how far weâve come. It seems like itâs been years when really itâs just been a few months.â
Isaac reminded him of how hungry he was and Apollo smiled at the other and nodded. âI know, I know..â He mumbled as he stepped into the shoes Isaac had offered him. âThereâs a small italian restaurant just outside of University. How does that sound? Hmm?â Isaac nodded in agreement and Apollo wrapped his arms around the manâs waist, pulling him in close so he could apparate the two there. He focused on the restaurantâs location, since he had never been there and couldnât focus on the actual building. And with a pop they appeared right before the doors.Â
His first genuine reaction was to immediately pull away from Isaac. He didnât want to and in the end, he didnât actually pull away but that underlying fear was still there. Cassâ potion gave him the courage to fight it back. They werenât technically on campus but still close enough that anyone could see them and recognize him. Apollo closed his eyes for half of a moment and inhaled slowly. His arms were still tightly wrapped around Isaacâs waist. This was their date. This was for them. This was for Isaac. And it was for him too.Â
Slow inhale.Â
Apollo unwrapped his arms around Isaacâs waist and instead slipped his hand into Isaacâs and laced their fingers.Â
Breathe out slowly.Â
He tugged Isaac towards the door of the restaurant and refused to let go of his hand as they stepped inside.Â
He found it funny actually that the world didnât explode into a trillion pieces because he was holding another manâs hand. He found it funny that his father didnât immediately pop out from behind the fake plant in the corner of the entrance and drag him away kicking and screaming. He found it funny that no one looked at them weird because they were two guys holding hands and entering a fancy restaurant. No one cared. No one batted an eye. When the hostess asked how many and Apollo replied two she didnât kick them out for being there together. All she did was seat them at a table in the middle of the room. And when he sat down on his chair, Apollo stretched his hand out across the table, palm up, and waited patiently for Isaac to hold his hand. Out in public. On top of the table. Just like that. âSooâŠâ He looked around the restaurant and then back at Isaac with a grin. âWhat do you think?â
Oh how very true that statement was. Time seemed to be something of a fluid concept for them. Apollo was right, itâd only been a few months but how they acted with one another, cared for one another; it begged to differ in vastness. Perhaps it was just that things felt so intense or that theyâd both battled against their own demons to still be standing with one another, it felt like longer and that was not a bad thing at all. If anything it made Isaac look forward to what was to come for them. It wasnât a notion he kept to very often but every so often his mind would wander. Mostly they consisted of how dashing Apollo would look with age lines and slightly greying hair. But this time it wasnât just that. He could feel the start of something. Something big. Not something he could put into words or even describe to Apollo. Not that he would at the moment. He just wanted to know that this feeling was possible and all theirs.
âI thinâ ya jusâ couldnâ stanâ thaâ iâ looâs betta oâ me.â He teased, stepping back into Apolloâs arms and he tucked his head into the otherâs neck. Isaac gave a quick nod of his head as to the restaurant in question. It was time to go and though he was starving, he still dreaded apparating up here. Though the scent he inhaled from the nape of Apolloâs neck was more than enough to distract him on the short trip over. And yet he still would have rather it taken longer. The Slytherin was incredibly greedy when it came to his Lion, particularly today.Â
He hadnât gotten a chance to say anything before Apollo had taken lead. If he was honest, he didnât mind it when it was like this. He enjoyed seeing the command the other carried and found it fight him well. Their fingers clasped together and Isaacâs thumb tucked back to rub against the otherâs palm. There werenât words for how on cloud nine he felt at that moment. The whole day really. It felt like endless sunshine was on his face and there wasnât anything that was going to ruin this day for either of them.Â
Isaac stood at the table just a moment longer, soaking in all that was Apollo as he sat there. Nothing else was remotely as interesting as just this man sitting there. He slowly sank into the seat and eyed the otherâs hand as his own slid across the the table cloth and into it. It was so small but it felt like jolts of electricity were tingling in his very finger tips. It wasnât normal but Isaac couldnât say for sure what this was or how this didnât feel like anything heâd ever experienced before. It was so good to just be. And Apollo finally not so ... restrained, there was a real fear heâd get used to this and he honestly couldnât stop the thoughts from rolling through about Apollo and the two of them.Â
The tip of his tongue rolled over his lower lip as heâd considered the Lionâs question, what did he think? If heâd just spoke itâd come out something very similar to word vomit and Isaac couldnât have that. No, he wanted something simple and sweet. Something that would let Apollo know he was more than happy. âI thinâ this is quiâe gooâ.â He smiled, his other arm propping up on the table and his chin came to rest on his knuckles. It was hard to not keep staring and dreaming about the hunk of man attached to his own hand. How had he gotten himself into something like this? And with Apollo? He still wasnât totally convinced this was real sometimes but yet there they were, holding hands and waiting to order something to eat. Together.
âI havenâ haâ food liâe this iâ a loâg time.â He admitted, shifting slightly side to side in his chair as he leaned in closer. âWhaâs your favorite soât oâ dish from a place liâe thisâ He questioned, looking over to a few of the other tables. Quietly scooping out some of their options beforehand. âSomethinâ fancy oâ are ya moâe a traditional soât oâ man?â He felt he knew the answer to this question but he was feeling dangerously lucky today. He wanted to see if Apollo would let him even more. Even if it was just a stupid question it felt like miles for them.Â














