Sweet Serendipity

Junior chuckled. "And your boss just happens to be younger than you," he added, not knowing that age was a sore subject for John. He took a sip of his water, licking his lips after he swallowed it and sighing softly.

John froze. "R-Right..." He murmured quietly, looking down. Age was sore for him. He had once loved a man, 18 years older than him. They had been so in love, but the man died of a heart attack... And John was very... sensitive when it came to age, especially being older than the man he was dating.

Junior frowned slightly when he noticed the sour look on Johns face. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked quietly, already feeling bad and he didn't even know what he had done.

"No no, you didn't do anything. I just.... It's stupid, forget about it, yeah?" John said quickly, taking a sip of his water.

"I... But I upset you. I wanna know what I did wrong so I dont do it again," Junior said. He didn't know much about John so he didn't know what upset him or made him happy or anything like that. He wanted to learn more about him.

"I'm just... Age is a sore subject for me. I'm very sensitive about it, especially dating a younger man. I usually don't date anyone who's at most, 3 years older or younger than me." John said, not knowing the seven year age difference between them.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit a sore spot," Junior said, he, too, not knowing that they were 7 years apart. "Anyways, what do you do on your days off of work?" he added, trying o change the subject.

John shrugged. "Well, I exercise a lot, every day. When I'm not doing that I either party, sleep in, or hang out with my friends. I'm not very interesting. I'm alone a lot when I'm not in a relationship, which sucks. I hate being alone." He said, smiling slightly.

Junior nodded as their food arrived. Junior thanked the waiter with another friendly smile and turned his attention back to John as he began to eat his food, which was the healthiest thing he could find on the menu.

John, who also ordered the healthiest thing on the menu, started eating. He glanced at Junior's plate. "You a health freak?" He asked with a smile.

"Not a health freak, but I like to eat healthy. I eat a lot of dessert and unhealthy stuff, especially with my schedule, so I eat healthy whenever I can. These are one of the few times that I can," Junior replied as he ate his food.

Johnny nodded. "I eat healthy all the time, especially being the one walking the runway, not working behind it. Gotta maintain this god-like physique." He chuckled.

Junior rolled his eyes. "God-like. Uh huh. I'm gonna remember that one when you're complaining that you're fat in the future and you've gained a whole 5 pounds," he said, chuckling.

John pouted. "You wouldn't call me fat... right?" He asked, putting on his puppy face and innocently sipping his margarita through a straw.

"Why would I call you fat? You probably weigh 120 pounds soaking wet," Junior said with a chuckle. He hated people who said they were fat when they so clearly weren't. That was one of the things he hated most about some of the modes he employed.

"Well, I know I'm not fat. But after issues with McQueen, I can't help but be a little self-conscious sometimes." John said with a shrug. "And I weigh 130. But that's sweet of you." He chuckled.

Junior chuckled. "Sorry, I'm can't tell how much people weighed by looking at them. I'll go back to college and take that class so I can learn that valuable skill," he said as he took another bite of his meal and a sip of his water.

John laughed. "Yeah, you do that." He said with a smile before going back to eating his meal. He swallowed and glanced at Junior. "You gotta cute nose." He said out of the blue. "And sexy lips..." He purred. He wanted to see those lips wrap around his little friend in the south.

Junior looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Um, thanks. I think," he chuckled as he ate more of his meal. "I hope that that was a compliment. I guess my nose is okay. And my lips are normal."

John chuckled. "Your whole self is sexy..." He almost moaned. He was three dates away from getting into those fitted little pants of Junior's. He wanted so badly to make slow sweet love to that body. He pretty much was undressing Junior with his eyes.

Junior chuckled, not even flinching under the sultry look John was giving him. "I know what you're doing and quite frankly, it's making me uncomfortable," he lied, his face contorting in an uncomfortable look. He was such a good liar, he could make the damn thing a sport.

John smirked. Junior was a good liar, but John was a good lie detector. He'd play this game. "Am I now?" He purred, his fingers tickling up Junior's thigh.

Junior smacked his hand away. "Yes, quite frankly, now, you are," he said, giving him a hard look. "I don't appreciate being touched like that."

John raised a brow and backed off. Feisty... he thought. "Alright, alright. Down kitty, I was only kidding." He said. "I'm sorry." He said softly.

Junior took a breath, calming down a bit. "Sorry. I seriously get uncomfortable when people do that. Something I'd rather not get into right now. Just know not to do it," he said as he finished his meal and took a large gulp of his water. He had... bad experiences where people touched him like that.