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It’s about 4am now, the club had finally finished closing up and everyone was preparing to leave. Donut pulls off his tall boots, trading them for more comfortable tennis shoes. He doesn’t bother changing out of his suggestive clothes, choosing instead to simply pull biker shorts and a hoodie over the top of what he’s already wearing. The blondes outfit could almost pass for standard streetwear if one ignored the glittering pink eyeshadow and feathers pinned into his curly hair.
With a cheerful goodbye to his friends, Donut grabs his things and slips out the back door with a yawn. But it’s not time to sleep yet. As expected, he isn’t alone outside. Waiting anxiously for him is a tall man with dark skin and long locs that fall over his shoulders.
The man’s anxiety seems to melt as Donut runs over, throwing his arm around the taller individual. “You waited for me Doc!” He gives him a cheerful squeeze. Doc chuckles, wrapping his arms around Donut. “I always wait for you sweetheart.
It had been about two weeks now since Donut caught Docs eye while dancing and decided to give him a flirty wink. Two weeks since Doc waited for Donut after work, all the way until close, and asked to talk. Two weeks since Donut thought he was about to be attacked, and two weeks since he had been proven wrong.
They’d fallen into this routine now. Donut would finish up, Doc would wait. And they’d talk until the sun came up, sitting on boxes in the alley and leaning on each other and laughing before the break of day had them each scrambling back to their lives. Donut never brought Doc to his place. Doc never brought Donut home to his. Neither asked and neither pushed it. They talked and talked, about life, dreams, and hobbies, but there was still a barrier there. They could both feel it, neither brave enough to push past it.
Tonight was no different, at least at the start. They sat, Docs long wiry fingers lacing between Donuts own manicured hand. “You’re incredible you know” said Doc, and he meant it. The moonlight perfectly illuminated Donuts soft features; his soft curls framing wide blue eyes, cheeks a bit rounder than most grown men, a gentle blush highlighting the smattering of freckles across Donuts cheeks and nose. And those lips. Glossy still, from the makeup, plump with a slight pout. Yes, he was incredible.
Donut brushed it off with a light giggle. “Well duh, I’m hot, I’ve got the moves, I’ve got Yknow, the body” and Doc laughs, a fond and caring laugh. “You do. But that’s not what I mean” he reaches a hand out, carefully tucking some stray curls behind a puzzled Donuts ear.
“I think you’re beautiful, but I also think you’re kind. I think many people are good, but it’s rarer to be really truly kind.” His hand trails to rest cupping Donuts jaw, his thumb gently rubbing the soft skin of his cheek. Doc’s heart pounds as Donut leans into the touch. “I think you’re hardworking and funny and brave”
Blue eyes flit up to meet brown, and Doc smiles in a way that has Donut absolutely captivated. “Brave?” He repeats, and Doc nods. “Brave, Donut. You can take care of yourself, I know that. But I’d like to take care of you too, if that’s alright”
It’s cheesy. It’s ridiculous and Doc knows it as he feels his face heat up. He wouldn’t be shocked if Donut simply stood up and walked away. Instead, Donut shuffles his way onto Docs lap, straddling him so that his face is pressed into the other man’s shoulder. Doc pauses, but doesn’t push Donut off. Instead, he wraps his arms around the smaller of the two.
Donut isn’t sure what made him move into this position. He’s done it many times with many men at the club, but this context was different. He wasn’t trying to make money or appear sexual. He just. Wanted to be close to Doc. Because really, he couldn’t take care of himself. He wasn’t brave and he wasn’t strong. He was scared and lonely and every night he turned his brain off and danced. The people loved him. But they didn’t care to get to know him. Nobody really did. Not until Doc. “I’d like that a lot” he whispers, face pressed against Doc’s neck.
Doc only holds him tighter