“Couch,” Steve clarified. “I’m not getting pizza on the bed.” He kissed him again and walked downstairs with him. They got to the garage and Steve pulled out the keys to his Camero, sliding inside and waiting for Clint to do the same. “Do we need to stop for anything else while we’re getting food?” he asked, pulling out of the garage and away from SHIELD.
Clint laughed a little and nodded, getting into the car. “I don’t think we need anything right now? Unless you wanted to get something?” he asked as he buckled in and reached to lay a hand on Steve’s knee.
Being asked to perform at some guys birthday party wasn’t exactly on Seth’s plans for a Saturday night, but the guys that asked him threw in the words three thousand dollars and Seth wanted to jump at the chance but kept himself calm. Three thousand was a lot and truthfully, he would have done it for less than two hundred – but who was he to deny that kind of money if they actually had it. He’d seen enough episodes of Criminal Minds and other crime shows to know that each time could be his last. That there would be a night where he didn’t get the cash and get to go home to his cat.
But when this kind of money came up – which was never – yeah, he didn’t care. He agreed to it. Which left him now standing on the porch at ten o’clock at night, chewing on his bottom lip and
wringing
his hands convincing himself he really needed to knock on the door. He was told it was a party, but he couldn’t hear any music and usually he’d expect people to be lingering outside as well. God, he was going to be murdered, wasn’t he? Finally he knocked on the door and took a small step back.
Peter had been visiting the club where Seth danced for a while, he was regular and while he had never shown favoritism to any one dancer, he did enjoy watching Seth. So when he’d gotten the chance to offer a private dance, he did so. His party had was in full swing in the backyard of the manor when Seth arrived, and he barely managed to hear the door knocker. He maneuvered through the friends he’d invited and opened the door. “I was wondering if you’d show up.” he teased. “The party is in the backyard, if you want to linger before you perform?” he asked, opening the door. “The karaoke is almost done.”
After work I’m going to my mom’s to do laundry so I’ll be back at my place super late (I’ll get home around 3or 4ish, give or take how long it takes to wash and dry my little basket). Hopefully I’ll be able to start getting things kept up better soon. For everyone whos waited 156383648393087648 years for replies, I’m sorry it took so long.