Not at all. Well, maybe a little. That's what the wine is for.
[There's something to be said for a little rust. Jeff's honesty, and subsequent awkwardness, are refreshing in comparison to the last handful of dates Cam's been subjected to. High-powered men with too much money and not enough class, all too aware of their own importance, all using the same lines, all looking for the same thing, and so certain they'll get it Cam can't help but take pleasure in denying them, even if he ends the night the same way he started. Alone.
He's got a reputation among the elite, gay Gifted community. Too often it feels like people are more interested in chasing the Cameron Waltz rumours than Cameron Waltz himself.
Maybe he is hard to get, and his tastes are too specific, and his standards too high, but he's forty-three, and if he's going to bring a man into his life, into his daughter's life, he'd rather have his standards set too high than too low.]
Between work and JJ, I don't have much time to fool around. As in, I'm not interested in 'keeping things casual'. I'm too busy for casual. I invest my time. I don't spend it frivolously.
Not to say I'm not enjoying myself, or that this would be a waste of time if this is our first and last date. I've enjoyed getting to know you, and I feel more confident with JJ in your hands.
[Now who's rusty? This is a date, not a statement of terms.
He rubs the back of his neck, inhales his wine, and is silently grateful when their server appears in the nick of time with their dinner. It's an artfully plated lamb-shank sitting atop a mound of braised vegetables and couscous upon a large, single platter. For sharing.
Cam shifts closer to Jeff, setting his napkin over his lap, feeling very conscious of the other man's shoulders.]
So, you can eat this on its own, or pair it with the breads and other dishes and get creative with it. But you need to try it with the mint.
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[There's something to be said for a little rust. Jeff's honesty, and subsequent awkwardness, are refreshing in comparison to the last handful of dates Cam's been subjected to. High-powered men with too much money and not enough class, all too aware of their own importance, all using the same lines, all looking for the same thing, and so certain they'll get it Cam can't help but take pleasure in denying them, even if he ends the night the same way he started. Alone.
He's got a reputation among the elite, gay Gifted community. Too often it feels like people are more interested in chasing the Cameron Waltz rumours than Cameron Waltz himself.
Maybe he is hard to get, and his tastes are too specific, and his standards too high, but he's forty-three, and if he's going to bring a man into his life, into his daughter's life, he'd rather have his standards set too high than too low.]
Between work and JJ, I don't have much time to fool around. As in, I'm not interested in 'keeping things casual'. I'm too busy for casual. I invest my time. I don't spend it frivolously.
Not to say I'm not enjoying myself, or that this would be a waste of time if this is our first and last date. I've enjoyed getting to know you, and I feel more confident with JJ in your hands.
[Now who's rusty? This is a date, not a statement of terms.
He rubs the back of his neck, inhales his wine, and is silently grateful when their server appears in the nick of time with their dinner. It's an artfully plated lamb-shank sitting atop a mound of braised vegetables and couscous upon a large, single platter. For sharing.
Cam shifts closer to Jeff, setting his napkin over his lap, feeling very conscious of the other man's shoulders.]
So, you can eat this on its own, or pair it with the breads and other dishes and get creative with it. But you need to try it with the mint.