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“Hey Daniel, you got time to look at a bear for me? I’ve fixed the internal clockwork but…” The man’s voice trailed off as he took in the scene; Mossie and Daniel sat close together on the sofa, Daniel’s hands still round Mossie’s wrists. The two of them sprung apart.
“Hey Jamie, I can come and have a look at it in half an hour, if you like?”
“Yeah, please, that’d be really helpful.” With another curious glance, Jamie backed out of the room.
“I should—” they both said simultaneously, and then laughed.
“I have to go back to work,” said Mossie.
“Me too,” said Daniel. “But if you’re really stressed about Giraffe, we could meet up after work and I could give you an update?”
“Yes please,” they said. “That would be really nice of you.”
“I’ve an ulterior motive,” said Daniel. “I would like to see you again; and I’d like it to be a date, if you’re up for that. But—” he added quickly, “—there’s no pressure. If you’re not interested in seeing me like that, it can be purely professional. Rubie will vouch for me: I’m not an arsehole; I can respect boundaries.”
He was so earnest that they wanted to reach out and ruffle his hair. So sweet and kind and calming. They didn’t have to think about their answer for very long. “That would be really lovely; I’d like to go on a date with you.”
“Great,” he said. “Do you eat sushi?”
They nodded, and when he suggested a restaurant near their flat that they’d been wanting to try out, they said yes so quickly that he laughed.
When they got back to their home office, a mere bus ride later, they took some time to stop and think about his invitation before getting back to work. They’d messaged with Rubie the whole way home, making sure that she thought that Daniel was a safe person to get involved with and if the other woman had sung his praises anymore, she’d have been singing in harmony with herself!
As Mossie picked up their tablet and stylus to continue working on their latest art commission they smiled to themself. Dinner with Daniel was going to be fun.
Chapter Two
Daniel was already sat at the table when Mossie arrived at the restaurant that evening. They grinned and bopped on over to him, smiling as he got up to pull the chair out for them.
“Update on Giraffe first, Little one?” he asked.
“Yes please,” they replied, only slightly stumbling over the end of the sentence. They’d almost called him Daddy again, and by the twinkle in his eye, they guessed that he knew it. He also looked like he’d be okay with it, but they didn’t know how they’d feel about calling him Daddy in public. It’s not like the both of them could get the consent of everyone in the restaurant with them, so it seemed best to avoid using those words here.
“Well, I was focusing on a lot of the structural damage today,” he said. “Where seams were ripped, those are pretty easy to fix, and the same with where Giraffe’s head looked like it might fall off. The tear in his tummy is a little bit more difficult, and he’ll have a bit of a scar, but I should be able to keep it as neat and as unnoticeable as possible. Tomorrow I’ll sort his stuffing, and then he should be home with you the day after.”
Mossie must have pulled a face because he laughed. “You going to miss him? It’s only two nights, Little one.”
“I know, said Mossie, “but I never sleep without him. It’s going to be really difficult. I will be okay though—” they added hurriedly. “—I know that you’re doing your best.”
Daniel looked at them thoughtfully. “I’ll see if I can get him back to you tomorrow, but I can’t promise anything.”
Mossie nodded. “I know. It’s okay.” It wasn’t really; even thinking about going to bed that evening without Giraffe to cuddle up against made them feel panicky, but there was nothing they could do about it. Best solution was to suck it up and just deal. “What do you want to order?”
Daniel didn’t look entirely convinced by their changing of the conversation, but he let them continue, and then they got into a debate about futomaki versus uramaki before ordering half the menu and gorging themselves on delicious food that left them sated long before conversation ran out.
In fact, they were still chatting when they left the restaurant. There was an awkward pause for a moment when they stood outside, trying to decide what to do.
“I would like you to kiss me, please,” said Mossie, as blunt as they always were. “Because you’re hot and all, but I never know if there’s any actual chemistry until we kiss. And I don’t like wasting people’s time, including my own.”
Daniel laughed at that. “I can kiss you, if that’s what you’d like,” and then all of a sudden he was verythere, taking up Mossie’s space and their air and fuck that intensity in his eyes had them instantly wet. For the first time, Mossie realised that they didn’t actually have to kiss someone to see if they had chemistry. Looking into Daniel’s eyes, they knew.
They kissed him anyway.
His lips were softer than they’d expected, unencumbered by stubble, and as they lingered upon theirs, they found their hands snaking up to entangle in his hair. Gods his hair was lovely. And then something switched inside of him and the softness felt more intense, more insistent and Mossie found themself moving until they were flush against him.
There was a fuckton of chemistry.
And he felt the same, if his hard cock was anything to go by.
