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Bellamy The young man continued eating his sweets. And he took a scoop of the ice cream and enjoyed it while listening to Osiris talking about dating and he chuckled, "I kind of agree. It's hard to date in this day in time, especially with creeps, cat fishers and other weirdos. For me I guess it's sort of I don't want to be alone you know? I mean being single is fun and cool but I want to share my life with someone you know. " and he scrunched up his nose a bit, "kids? In this economy? Hell no, even though I can provide for kids, I am not raising no hellions. And plus I'm into guys so yeah." He laughed a bit at the next comment saying, "Okay, honestly I can be a bitch when I need to be, but I'm not usually this irritable. I'm definitely petty when I want to be so I can't deny that, but that's only if someone has earned it. But I guess the real reason I'm grouchy is because I'm running on 4 hours of sleep and no food but these sweets. And hell yeah, fuck that bitch." "Restraining order? Aha." He gave a dry laugh, "I've tried but my parents always defended him over me. They never took my side but that's something I'm used to. Hmph." He grimaced slightly at the thoughts of his parents and stared out the window for a second before shaking it off. He looked to see Osiris grinning and he gave a small tilt of his head before saying, "Now what are you smiling about? Oh books at the library. Yeah we have all types of books for herbology, baking, pastries, cooking and all that good stuff. We're supposed to be getting a rare set on Monday and I'm planning on buying it. It'll do me good for my plants." He watched him lean back comfortably. And he had to admire how good he looked in the suit. The fork he held was in his mouth for a second while he admired the man before him. Listening carelessly but he responded a bit absentmindedly saying, "Mhm. I could beat his ass but you seem to be more well suited than me." He then blinked and realized he had been staring. Get your mind out of the gutter Bellamy he chided himself. "Oh that's nice. This is a very fine establishment, one of my favorites actually. And I'm sure she has her reasons, you seem like a decent guy who's passionate and prideful about what he does and actually cares about the quality of his craft and cares for his customers. And your not so bad to look at, so that's a win." The young man was so lost in conversation he managed to get frosting in his fingers and a little on his palm. He took each finger with frosting and licked them off. Each with a small satisfying pop before licked the rest off his palm. He looked at Osiris with a embarrassed expression. "I'm sorry, you were saying? Oh! The sweets are divine! I wish I could eat this everyday," he said dreamily as he finished the last bits of his cake and moved on to the cookies, "Hey, it's not that early for sweets. It's a reasonable time." And he have out a short giggle and he said, "Well being an editor means I work from home and have my own hours which is nice. Not to mention the pay is good and it's fun to read the latest of what others have written. It's a good distraction you know and quite peaceful." His phone started buzzing and he picked it up and he rolled his eyes as he saw the caller. It was his parents. So it seems Remy was already making hell for him back home. "Ugh, see what I said . My parents already on my case." He said bristling with annoyance, "they make me want to get drunk and dance my ass off at a club or do some illegal shit. God they're overbearing. For once in their miserbale lives could they leave me alone, I guess me moving out years ago wasn't good enough reason for them to cut off contact and stop annoying me." He looked at Osiris with a tired smile, "Sorry, my parents are a bit of a rough subject. Enough of my moping, anything interesting about this city and place I need to know?" |
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Osiris couldn't help but scoff at the mention of cat-fishing. Of course Osiris was the playboy type, pulling everyone and getting what he wanted out of people, but he couldn't stand the idea of faking what you looked like online. "Don't tell me that means you do the dating apps. I mean, really, that has got to be mankind's worst invention. Creeps, weirdos, fuckin' lying about what you look like," Osiris chuckled softly, "don't people have anything better to do with their lives?" Osiris cocked his eyebrow slightly as Bellamy stated he was into guys. "Kids are just fucking money sponges. Cute but deadly, I'll tell ya," Osiris then gave an even more interested look towards Bellamy. "Good thing I'm in the same boat as you then, huh," he did a quick raise of his eyebrows and tapped his finger lightly on the table, giving a slightly seductive smirk. "Comfort you whenever you want," Osiris muttered, though assured himself that Bellamy could hear.
He wanted him to.
"Being a bitch is the best way to have someone put you in your place," Osiris inhaled, "just saying," he followed with a slight exhale and then another chuckle. "I'm joking."
He really wasn't.
"Four hours of sleep? I guess I can't really compete. I'm a whore for beauty sleep," Osiris shrugged. "Clearly," he then muttered under his breath and tilted his head slightly as he listened to Bellamy speak.
"Why would your parents have anything to do with it? I mean, you're an adult - clearly. I'd say put your extra big boy pants on and tell them to hit the road. What you do is up to you, not them." Osiris spoke confidently. He knew what he was talking about. Life was about what you could do, and was never about pleasing others unless you were some sort of attention whore but that's besides the point. Osiris could never understand how someone could live with their parents, grow up learning from them, loving them, just for them to treat their kid like shit. Maybe that's because Osiris doesn't have parents. He's an orphan. Grew up stealing, taking what he could. He practically raised himself. Osiris pushed his depressing childhood out of his thoughts, however, and focused on the fine stud in front of him.
Osiris couldn't help but smile as this man literally stroked his ego. Like so much. He shifted his weight yet again with a wide smile on his face, revealing those pearly whites that he takes pride in almost as much as he does this establishment (as Bellamy put it). "I appreciate that. You know, I wouldn't even expect you to be really talking to me considering you have that delicious food in front of you made by yours truly," Osiris boasted. "But hey, you do you, right?" Osiris hummed, almost waiting for another compliment to come out of Bellamy's mouth, but it didn't.
Instead something way better happened.
Osiris couldn't help but notice that Bellamy had sorta began staring. As he should, Osiris thought to himself, rotating his neck slightly as he felt it pop. He huffed slightly, chuckling when Bellamy snapped out of his admiration for Osiris. "You like what you see, don't you?" He hummed softly, his voice and tone low yet soft and smooth. "Hey man, don't you worry. There's a lot more that goes on under this suit than you think. I do look pretty damn fine whooping some asshole's ass in it though," Osiris clicked his tongue, tapping his foot lightly in his shoe.
When was this going to stop?
Osiris watched as Bellamy licked each of his fingers with a popping noise as if he were satisfied. The look he gave him was an embarrassed one - one that made Osiris want to say so many things, but instead he only said one thing - "No need to be embarrassed - I'm only starting to get a feel for what you can do."
"I'm glad! I really do try my best to make, well, the best things. You don't sound very hard to please, either though, so, I guess my luck is on my side," Osiris replied. "I could make them everyday if you'd just let me," Osiris said sarcastically, playfully rolling his eyes as a smile grew upon his face.
"Working from home would be nice, but I feel like it'd get lonely. I mean sure you could get phone calls and texts, but being in person with someone is so much more exciting than behind a screen." Osiris couldn't help but thinking of living in isolation, let alone working from home. Obviously it wasn't genuine solitude like you were being held captive, but still. It seemed... lonely.
"How about I beat up your parents and your ex and get them off your back?" Osiris suggested playfully. He then shook his head. "Well this city is a dump, and this place is the only clean place in it." Osiris sent a warm, almost sarcastic smile towards Bellamy. He was joking, but not really. Osiris would do anything to go back to the small town he had moved from, but hey, you couldn't get everything you wanted. |
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Bellamy Bellamy had to suppress a snort at the response Osiris gave about dating apps, instead he resorted to a fit of giggles " I'll be honest, I used to be into the dating apps but you won't catch me near them with a ten foot pole nowadays. I find it's much better to actually go out and see who's worth my time. Especially since I only seem to attract the more colorful sorts of guys." and he snorted a bit saying, "I don't personally like those who catfish, I mean it's not my business you're not confident enough in your looks to try and bait someone else. And amen to that, im a sucker for children but you won't catch me dead raising any."
He had to do a double take at the next words that came out of Osiris mouth. He was into guys too? Just his luck, someone hot that was into guys. He then went back to his ice cream - twirling the spoon in his hand, it was a habit he had and his eyes widened a bit at the smirk. It took every ounce of him not to make some ungodly noise that would embarrass him at the words uttered next. Why did the gods always do this to him. That smirk look so goddamned good on him. He gave a mock offended gasp, "Hey it's not my fault. People painted the persona of me being bitchy, snobbish and uppity so I just became it. Afterall if they already believe it rather than seeing who I am then why should I care how they perceive me? Some even said I'm bratty, but I don't see where they get that information from." He said leaning back casually as he crossed his legs and looked it his nails. He let out a small hmph of jealousy, "Honestly, I used to care way more about my sleep. But being an editor has made my sleep schedule shit - calls from foreign places and things like that. Honestly I should just take a break from editing and working in general. I don't think I've taken a vacation in years now that I think about it," he murmured the last part to himself as he took a bite into his cookie, "I really need to get a massage and go to a spa ." Osiris had his full attention when he said his next statement about telling his parents off. God he wished it was that easy. He gave an anxious chuckle - one that was obviously not normal when talking about something like this. He felt his anxiety creep up into him and then his foot began to bounce under the table - another sign of his apprehension to what was being said. He felt old memories flood his brain: them attempting to take his wings, the verbal and mental abuse, not to mention the ruler lashings and wrist cuffs - and he felt himself subconsciously rubbing his wrists. "Oh, if it was that easy with my parents they would've been long gone by now. I've tried just about everything in the book: being calm, bargaining, showing agitation, begging, and even resorting to anger and directly telling them to fuck off." And a deep sigh came from him, "but that made it only worse for me. So I just decided to run the farthest I can from them to piss them off. Not to mention when your from a family of 10 older siblings and you're the youngest you find out where you stand. No matter how smart, how talented, how attractive, or how amazing you are you'll always be compared to your siblings and last pick." There was something oddly eerie about how calm he was saying this, not to mention the more serious expression and his body language. It's like he had shrunk into himself and he hated it. But he took a moment to get over himself and focus on the conversation, he was more or less half-heartedly listening now but he maintained eye contact. He had to admit his heart warmed at the words of the male and he felt a bit better. But by the gods that smile of his would be the death of him and he snorted a bit saying, "The food is divine, the atmosphere is homey and cozy, and the owner of the establishment is good looking , I cannot lie in that department ." And he gave a small laugh.
What caught him off guard was the slick flex of Osiris. That cheeky bastard. And what made him even more shocked was when he was called out on it and he gave a small pout saying, "Well you can't expect me not to look, it'd be rude. As if not one queer person who walked into here would be foolish enough not to look at you, hell straight men would be questioning themselves if they saw you," and he tilt led his head a bit, his curls falling loosely over his eyes as he gave a half-lidded look as if checking him out some more, "Mhm, I'd pay to see that godly fight. It'd be a pity if your suit got ruined or maybe it'd be better viewing pleasure for your audience." He said with a mischievous grin.
Now if he was t paying attention then , the words that came out of Osiris mouth next had his full attention and he had to resist the urge to faint on the spot. Instead he felt the heat rise to his cheeks and tips of his ears in embarrassment or was it horniness. He really didn't know what to say to that, and so he mumbled incoherent nonsense about him being a hot and cheeky bastard. He then focused back on the conversation saying, "Well you don't try to make the best. You do make the best, correct that phrasing." And then he gave a fake dramatic gasp saying, "well excuse me for being so simple. Honestly a man who can throw down in the kitchen is sexy as fuck to me - cooking, baking, grilling , the whole deal. Personally I love cooking and baking myself but I never seem to find the time so I mostly eat out." He said humming to himself, "and of course the basics: attention, communication, and affection. Maybe it's just because I'm touch deprived that I like physical affection but I just find it comforting, is that childish - I've been told it is. But I just like the small things y'know." And he giggled at the last sentence, "Oh? That doesn't sound too bad of an offer sir. I might have to take you up on it." Before giving his own playful wink. Bellamy then let the words of Osiris sink in and he leaned on the table a bit saying, "Honestly that is true, that's why I balance it out with the library work. Frankly, I don't have to work, maybe it's just I feel like I'm not useful if I'm not working that I overwork myself. I know its a self destructive habit but I just can't shake it, or maybe it's that I'm nervous of what I'll do after it? I mean I can be socially awkward and inept at times . I like traveling and have traveled but I've put that on pause for work, maybe I should start just traveling again. It can be lonely, especially when your family is shitty and your workmates ostracize you. Or many it's just that I grew up lonely and don't let people in." He murmured more or less to himself. Bellamy gave a small scoff with a small smirk, his cheeks still tinted a light pink saying," I wish." And he listened comfortably to the other man joke about the city, "Well, maybe you'll just have to show me a place worth my time." He said with his hands on his cheeks in a sort of smug yet playful grin on his place. |
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Osiris cocked a brow. "Is that why you're here? Shooting your shot with a stud like me?" He then let out a hushed chuckle, biting the inside of his cheek. "I'm joking."
Again, he really wasn't.
Osiris watched Bellamy twirl the spoon of his dessert in his hand. Osiris had leaned back in the booth yet again, his hands both resting on his legs and allowing himself to take in the full beauty of the situation he had founded. The urge to smirk grew just in his facial expression, however he had found a restraint that he managed and didn't smirk. Instead, Osiris couldn't help but just admire the situation. He had flabbergasted this man he had just now met.
"Mmm, I'd say you're a bitch in a good way. I mean seeing what you just did regarding your ex... That was kind of, well, the sort of bitch I could get down with," Osiris hummed softly, shifting his weight slightly.
"I could be the one to give you a massage. I mean, I already cook and bake well, there's other things these hands can do," Osiris gestured slightly with his own limbs, then placing his hands down on the table. He peered at Bellamy for a moment before taking a moment to then clear his throat. "I would even be willing to maybe take you home, make you breakfast in the morning," Osiris then clicked his tongue. "That'd be up to you, though, hun," he added.
Osiris licked his lips. "Sounds like your parents are missing out on someone who is attractive, talented, and a lot of other things." While Osiris was saying this to flirt, he found that it was true, just by simply looking at the man. He seemed celestial in a way. Elegant. And for that, the one thing that Osiris would say to Bellamy's parents was "fuck off and fuck you for destroying something that has potential," but he would never be able to. Unless he could. Maybe that's where this would go. Two souls meeting in one's bakery, the other fresh out of a toxic relationship, soon finding each other. Jeez. Now Osiris was just daydreaming.
Osiris finally gave in and smirked. "You're the only customer I'll allow to compliment the owner like that," he stated in a lower, more hushed tone, one that was warm but dangerous. "And pardon my behavior, but you are one damn fine customer." Osiris then winked playfully, ensuring that his words were more than just 'oh, you're a good customer,' but that it also meant more than that. Was he saying this to a complete stranger who literally made his ex run out of Osiris' bakery? Yes. Did he regret it? Maybe the future would tell him that.
"You know, you're not the first person to say that. Truth be told, I've never seen a straight man not look at me," Osiris continued stroking his own ego. The only thing he was truly good at, to be honest. "Who knows, maybe the suit will just have to come off," he shrugged, then chuckling, noticing the tilt in Bellamy's head. He seemed invested now. Osiris was too, but maybe he was just better at hiding it. To be fair, he was a flirt with just about everyone and everything, but this encounter had a different spark to it than any other one he had had in recent years. Recent months, maybe.
"Well I'm glad I can meet those requirements," Osiris paused for a moment. "I can also serenade you," Osiris wished he was joking, but he had picked up a guitar at a young age and taught himself, learning songs that mortals enjoyed, and at some point, it was his dream to tour the world, but obviously, someone like him could never. And life had other plans for him anyway. Osiris then leaned forwards, making eye contact with Bellamy and holding it. "You deserve someone better than that piece of shit you call your ex," he whispered in a way that would send shivers down your spine, and in a way, it was almost as if he was tempting Bellamy to give him a try.
"Just give me a holler when you want it done," he smiled playfully after leaning back again.
"Well, let's just say I could fix your lonesomeness. I mean I can be your personal chef, I'm handy with some tools, I enjoy the travel, plus I wouldn't mind leaving this shithole." Osiris said each word with a lace of sarcasm, though he did long for leaving again. He'd been here for so long though that he wouldn't know what to do if he actually committed to leaving. Starting over. Who knows.
"A place worthy of your time?" Osiris scoffed. "My house is pretty nice. So is my bedroom," he winked playfully, seeing Bellamy's cheeks flushed with a light pink from one of Osiris's other comments. He then chuckled. "You'd have a very fun time there." |
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X Bellamy X Bellamy had to give a small embarrassed blush at the words spoken. He had managed to keep his composure for most of the conversation but that was an interesting question. He gave an embarrassed smile saying, " Well, I came to get some sweets. It doesn't help I did meet a stud." He says with a light smile , adverting his eyes shly at the statement. But then felt his face aflame at the joking statement, "well now I'm embarrassed." He huffed with a semi-pout, puffing his cheeks out a bit. If his wings had been out they would've been fluffed out in embarrassment and puffy like his cheeks as well. But for now his rosy puffed cheeks would have to do. This man honestly would be the death of him with his compliments and flirts. He watched the man lean back in the booth. It was a simple gesture but Bellamy was finding it hard for him to take his eyes off the man. There was just something magnetic and how to say ruggedly charming that attracted him. Was he staring? Possibly. Did he care? Nope, after all he had eyes and he would drink in the fine morsel before him. But for a moment he was distracted by looking out the window - and he spotted some signs being put up. He schooched over to the widow edge of the booth to get a good look at the signs. He had use his knees to give him a hit more height to see, looks like they were opening a new movie theater. "Hmm. Looks like that new theater is finally open. I wonder what they're showing." He said to no one in particular his focus watching as some people went in. He didn't care to notice that his crop top had ridden up a bit, it displayed his rather smooth freckled back and a few beauty marks that were on it. And his jeans that fitted his figure could be appreciated more. His face was pressed against the glass softly as were his hands, as if he would break if he leaned on it some more. He broke out of his trance when Osiris had began to speak. He tilted his head and gave a giggle, his hair lightly bouncing as he giggled. " Well, I'm glad you think so. You seem like that smooth and suave type." And he had rested his elbows on the table with his head resting on his laces together fingers. His knees were still in the booth seats and he leaned forward, " a bitch you can get down with eh? Well I think I have time for you in my schedule." He said with a playful tone, with a Cheshire grin on his face, if one were looking closely they'd notice the slightly sharper canines the young man sported, no one knew why Lux had them - it make them look so predatory, yet alluring. He then went back to sitting regularly. At the thought of Osiris giving him a massage he gave a soft hum of approval. That thought was a very pleasant idea. And he watched with interest as he placed his hands on the table and he picked one up and examined it with curiosity. His own hands were just possibly a bit smaller in size but his were thinner and slender with a more feminine and delicate appearance. "Hmm, a massage sounds nice." He said with a whistful expression and he sort of leaned forward at the mention of taking him home, "Hmm. If you think I'm good enough, I'll take you on that offer," and he laced his fingers with Osiris and pulled him a big closer whil leaning forward, " Maybe you could even give me 'baking lessons' " he said with an innocent tone but he knew exactly what he was implying. And he gave an innocent smile as he released his hands and went back to eating. He could feel himself grow red at the compliments he was getting. And he smiled saying, " Thank You. I would have to agree that they are losing a valuable asset, you think they would learn about not giving their children trauma for the sake of -" and he could feel himself grow angrier and so he took a deep breath - regaining his composure before saying, "thank you. For the compliments I mean. I know it's silk to say but, I didn't get that many from people or my parents - they really said fuck affirming your child of their worth and talents. They only relatively decent comment I've gotten was that and I quote a drunken bar patron when I say this: "look like a good piece of ass." And mainly all the 'compliments' I received were gaudy and undignified." His mood was going to be a bit more grouchy with his parnets involved but he was caught off guard by the more compliments and he felt himself enjoying the banter and conversation. He gave a small bashful giggle saying, "Oh really?" He said with an uncommonly silky and sultry tone - one that he rarely used unless he was super invested, and it was one that would definitely get to anyones hesrt. "And now why would I have the honor to compliment you? " he said teasingly leaning forward with a checkup grin before leaning back with a scandalous gasp saying, "Have I charmed you enough to think me worthy, my honorable sir?" He said matching the hushed, warm flirty tone of the man before him. And he gave a sip of his drink. "Why thank you. I do try my best to be glamorous everyday." He said with a giggle and slight flip of his hair. Call him a bitch for praise and compliments- he was, sue him. And he slightly blushed and gave a warm smile at the playful wink of the male. And hummed softly as he ate a cookie. He gave a small snot at Osiris saying, "Could you blame them?" He said a bit whistful. Appreciating every inch of Osiris he was looking at. "You should grow your hair out more," he said while observing the male. He felt he would look good with the longer hair. And he gave a devious smirk at the thought of Osiris with no suit and a faint blush creeped on his face as he scandalously placed his hands to his face saying, " my , maybe I'll have to claw it off myself. After all it seems you're seducing me to do so and I'm not opposed to that notion." He said in a hushed tone with a silky tone to it. "Serenade me?" He said a not shocked by the notion. But he found it rather sweet actually. He couldn't think of the last time he's been given something romantically that wasn't a washed up apology or just for some sort of favor. And a here was a complete stranger offering to serenade him and he gave a soft chuckle before saying in a soft voice, "I'd like that. I really haven't been serenaded before . . . and it's being a while since someone romantically gifted me something without underlying motive. So I'd love to hear you play, and maybe I could play the violin for you one day." He was then caught off guard by his tone of voice when mentioning his ex. And then the way he had leaned in when saying it was another thing. He could feel a shiver running through his spine at his words and he could practically be said to be handing by them. Did he really want to move on? Yes. Would he give this guy a chance, possibly. There was something, dangerous and alluring about him. "To give you a call I'll have to have your number." He said with a smirk. And he leaned forward with interest as he said , "Oh reaaally now?" He said in a teasing tone of manner. "That sounds like a dream come true . But wouldn't you miss your bakery! And come one this town has it's charm about it." He said with a laugh. He had to blush a scarlet red at the answer to his last question. Oh wow. He the decided to be a bit bold and lean forward saying, "Maybe you'll have to prove it to me one day." |
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Osiris cocked his head back slightly at the mention of Bellamy meeting a stud. He couldn't lie, that's what he was, though most of the time people would consider Osiris to be something of a guy who got around and never stuck with just one person. To be fair, they weren't wrong - just ask any of his friends. Perhaps this could be a game changer, which he smiled kindly at the thought of. He then let his smile fade, holding a long eye contact with Bellamy. He didn't dare break it. In a way, he felt captured as if he was being held hostage, but it wasn't a bad feeling. Yes, it was foreign, but it wasn't one that made him feel trapped. "Mmm, don't be embarassed," Osiris said softly.
Osiris watched Bellamy scoot over closer to the window, looking out, which Osiris had done simply by turning his head. The day seemed to still be young. Somehow he hadn't had much else for business, but honestly, he didn't mind. Getting to know a new man, someone he could perhaps build someone with, who already showed this much potential did not make Osiris complain whatsoever. Sure, he had what could be considered a successful business, but that was simply his mask behind what he truly was for those pesky mortals to see. So gullible, he thought silently to himself.
He noticed that Bellamy was in something of a trance. He seemed to be speaking to nobody, but Osiris still responded. "Probably nothing good. Personally, I've never been much of a movie guy, let alone going out," Osiris stated, adjusting his seating slightly as he positined himself to be more close to Bellamy, even from the other side of the table. He admired the other man up close as he gazed out the window, Osiris feeling as though he could stare at him all day if he wanted to. Well he could, honestly.
Osiris smiled at the man's giggle. "So I've heard," he inhaled sharply, smiling slightly. Osiris watched Bellamy adjust his arms. Osiris scoffed confidently with a slight cockiness in it. "Anyone has time for a smooth, suave man like me," he tilted his head a bit, holding hard eye contact with Bellamy. "I know I would," he smirked playfully, tapping the table lightly with his pointer finger as he continued to listen to the other man.
Osiris heard the hum of appreciation that Bellamy gave at the mention of a massage. This reaction cause Osiris to smile - one that was full of his teeth - though slightly crooked - and you could appreciate just how much that Osiris was in fact infatuated with the man in front of him. Bellamy had a certain aura to him that Osiris couldn't seem to place, though it was one that intrigued him in a manner that nobody had done to him before. He was already comfortable, and perhaps that could be Osiris's cockiness and confidence. Of course he knew he was attractive; he heard it all the time. Osiris kept his smile, though it would slightly fade as he responded, but you could still see the subtle wrinkles around his mouth and eyes. "Of course you're good enough," Osiris responded. He added a playful wink, soon raising his eyebrows, knowing the implication that Bellamy was giving when referring to 'baking lessons'. "Maybe not that good enough..." Osiris trailed off, his tone sarcastic and light. "Yet," he quickly added.
Osiris listened to Bellamy, hearing the sudden rage that came through his words. Osiris could understand, though he would never truly share why. His background was not something that he could slide into casual conversation, but rather something that had to be asked about when it came to other's curiosity building because of how 'mysterious' he is about it. Osiris nodded, noting each word. Bellamy was someone who was passionate, and you could tell the sincerity of his words while he was speaking about his fucked-up family and how he was treated. "For someone like you, I bet you do have a nice ass, but I'm more of the guy whose drawn to the person who gets me, not the one who looks nice," Osiris stated. That was his way of saying 'you're welcome', which in retrospect would've simply been easier, but Osiris is not a simple man. "You're worth more than what your parents tell you and don't tell you, that I can tell." Osiris was a bit more sincere with his tone now. Bellamy seemed to have been the child who suceeded and his parents hated it.
"I bet you don't even have to try," Osiris smiled, chuckling softly at Bellamy's hair flip. He admired him for a moment. The man was picture perfect.
Osiris gave a slight shrug before cocking his head slightly. "I might take that into consideration," Osiris said at the comment towards his hair. But what really made him feel his cheeks turn red was Bellamy talking about clawing his suit off. He smiled, which soon faded, though the idea lingered in his mind for a moment before Osiris had responded. "I'd love to see you try."
"Yes, serenade you," Osiris repeated, confirming what he meant. "Can't believe nobody's done that for such a beautiful man like you. If they did, must not have been worth it in the long run considering what I saw you do to your ex in my bakery, but hey, who am I to assume?" Osiris responded. "You play violin? How long?" Osiris then asked. Instruments were fact something that Osiris liked but never really had put out there. To be fair, baking was one of those other things, but that he was actually super good at and could benefit from. He was a decent guitar player, learning his way around a six-string acoustic when he was young, but it's not something he's entirely consistent with.
Osiris had smirked at the mention of Bellamy getting his number. "Why of course," Osiris stated before swifty removing himself from the booth to grab a pen and notepad, where he scribbled it down on the thin paper, and returned to give it to Bellamy. "Whatever you want," he said softly and in a way, flirtacious.
"I'm being so serious," Osiris sarcastically responded. "Eh, this bakery is in its downfall." He looked around it for a moment. While he appreciated what he had built, it could be time for something new to come along and move his life forward. "This town has its charm, but it has gotten old after a while," Osiris scoffed, joining in the laughter, followed by Bellamy's.
As Bellamy leaned forward, Osiris held solid eye contact. "I could prove it to you tonight if you'd let me." |
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