All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast.

"The best" Bret replied with a suave smile. "I may have to come back and sample some more"

Alice quite literally facepalmed.

Bret pulled out his wallet and set more than the appropriate amount on the table on top of the bill. "Keep the change" He purred, slipping out of his chair.

Alice quickly pulled him out of the building, muttering about him being an idiot.

Desmond put the money away in the register; he certainly appreciated the generous tip, and he was pleased to see how generous a person his date for that evening was. He glanced at the clock, realizing that he was about to spend the rest of his day counting every minute until he would meet up with Bret.

"Oh well," he sighed, heading back to the kitchen. "At least I've got something to look forward to tonight."

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In the meantime whilst he was waiting for Bret to show back up at the door, Desmond managed to finish sculpting three of his commissioned cakes, and only had the decorating left to do, which made his life much less hectic. He would have appreciated having a few more customers than he got, but at least the cakes were worth a lot.

As the appointed time got closer, he went up to his apartment on the second floor of the building to change into something a little more appropriate for the occasion. He chose a nice, black, v-neck tee shirt with some deep purple accents around the collar that he knew really popped when set alongside his red hair. Over that he put on a plaid dress shirt that was full of different shades of purple; he left it open and rolled the sleeves up because it was a little bit too big for him and that particular application made him look adorable, and he was well aware of that fact. He threw on the first pair of skinny jeans he found, not really worrying too much about them because all of them looked essentially the same. A pair of yellow chucks went on next, followed by an assortment of yellow and purple jewelry. He turned around in front of the mirror to make sure that he looked his best, then smiled, pleased with himself, and went back downstairs to wait.

Bret had a spring in his step as he walked back to the cafe. He was dressed in a pair of smoky gray slacks and a black dress shirt with his work shoes, which were really only black tennis shoes and the only black shoes he had.

He had everything already planned out in his head; with an alternative ending in his head if he played his cards right.

He got to the cafe a little early, so he leaned against the wall outside.

As the clock struck eight in the little cafe, Desmond was pacing back and forth behind the register, fiddling nervously with his bangles. Every time his pacing took him in front of the door, he would look out to see if Bret was there yet. He really, desperately hoped that the man would really show up; he would be so disappointed if he didn't.

At eight, Bret pushed off the wall and stepped in front of the door, surprised to see Desmond already there and pacing. "My watch isn't slow is it?" He asked as he opened the door.

"No, no, I'm just ready early. Business was a little slow today, so I got done with stuff early. So, uhm, where are we gonna go?" He asked, smiling. He was still confident, but a little bit of his inital shyness had crept back in while Bret was away. He could feel secure in the fact that e looked abso-fucking-lutely adorable, though, so he wasn't too worried. "You look really nice, by the way, Bret."

"Thanks" Bret grinned "You look better than good. How about dinner and a movie?"

Desmond blushed cutely and hooked their arms together. "Gee, thanks, Bret! That sounds great!" He giggled and pulled Bret towards the door, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "Let me lock up and then we can go."

Bret smiled at him. "Sure thing. Wouldn't want anything to happen to your beautiful cafe. Take your time. Reservations aren't till eight thirty anyway."

Desmond locked the doors behind them and stuck the keys back in his pocket before grabbing Bret's hand and smiling at him adoringly. "Okay, let's go, Bret. I'm excited to see where we're going."

Bret grinned and led him on their way

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Bret walked with his arm casually around Desmond's shoulders. He stopped outside the Cafe, reluctant to leave the chef there. "Why don't you let me walk you to your house? Do you live around here?" He asked

Desmond giggled and pointed up to the second story of the building. "Too poor to have a separate apartment," he said, amused. "You can come in for a while, if you want. I think I've still got some good alcohol stashed somewhere."

"Alright, so long as I get to kiss you good night when I leave" Bret purred happily in Desmond's ear.

Desmond shivered pleasantly and unlocked the door, holding it open for Bret on the way in. He showed his date upstairs to his humble abode and opened his small liquor cabinet, pursing his lips cutely as he pondered what to pour for them. After a moment's consideration, he got out some cups and filled them with ice before pouring them both a healthy serving of bourbon.

"How's that for hospitality, hm?" he asked playfully.

"Honestly I'm not much of a drinker" Bret smiled "But I never say no to a cute face"

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He had honestly lost count of how many drinks they had had. Now they were seated on the couch, Bret with his arm around Desmond, utterly wasted.

Bret kissed at Desmond's ear lightly. "You're adorable" He purred. "Fucking adorable"

Desmond squirmed and giggled girlishly at the contact. "Heehee~ B-Bret, don't do that!" he exclaimed. "Those're sensitive!" Despite his protests, he made absolutely no attempt to move his ear out of Bret's reach.

"Oh? Sensitive?" Bret purred before taking an ear into his mouth to gently suck on it.

Desmond gasped and leaned into the contact, grabbing hold of the front of Bret's shirt. His thoughts were addled by all the alcohol, but there was no question as to whether or not he wanted that attention. "A-ah, Bret...!"

Bret chuckled lightly. He sucked at his ear a little more, kneading it with his teeth.

A small, pleasured moan escaped Desmond's lips. His hazy mind paid no attention whatsoever to the fact that he barely knew the man; all he cared about in that moment was the delicious attention he was getting. "Hnnn..."

Bret's lips ventured from Desmond's ear to his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there.

Desmond clung to the front of Bret's dress shirt, his gripping fingers wrinkling the soft fabric. Another soft moan escaped his lips as he tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck.

Bret leaned a little too much in his drunken state and brought them both falling to the cushions. It didn't deter his pace at all as his hands slipped under Desmond's shirt.

"Hnn... Bret..." Desmond sighed softly. He arched his back just a bit, silently asking to be touched more.

Bret obliged him, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight. He kissed and sucked at Desmond's adam's apple. "God you're so fucking adorable" He purred. "So fucking fuckable"