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Sparks	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ken smiled, looking down at his cell phone. He had thoroughly enjoyed their first date, and he couldn't wait to see him again. He smiled softly, looking over the latest text message. It just said, "Have a good day". But he still felt thrilled when he read it. He could feel the warmth behind the words, even though they were on a cell phone.
Ken grinned as he typed out another message. I've been thinking- would you like to get dinner and a movie this weekend?
His phone vibrated as George's reply arrived. Sure. Should I meet you there?
If you want, I could pick you up. Ken paused for a moment before sending the message. He knew that offering to pick George up was a step forward. But on the other hand, he felt ready for that step. He took a deep breath and sent the message.
Sounds good. Does Saturday at 6:00 work? George replied.
Yeah. See you then. Ken typed. He tapped his foot slightly, feeling restless- both from excitement and nervousness.
Saturday night, Ken arrived at George's apartment, wearing a classy pair of pants and button-up dress shirt. He knew George was a formal person, but he didn't want to over-dress, either. It had taken him a while to choose his clothes- he had laughed at himself silently for acting like a jittery teenager.
He knocked on the door to George's apartment and waited. George answered a minute later, pulling the door open. Ken looked George over quickly, feeling a simmer of appreciation for the doctor's appearance. He was wearing a pair of slacks and a sweater vest- he doubted he'd like the look on anyone else, but on George, he loved it.
"I was just finishing up- want to come in?" George asked.
"Uh, sure," Ken replied, smiling softly. He leaned forward and gently wrapped his arms around the smaller man. George returned the embrace, then he stood on his toes to kiss Ken. They kissed leisurely for a moment, then George pulled away, stepping backwards to let Ken inside.
Ken walked in and looked around the apartment. "This place is nice," He commented. The apartment was upscale- roomy, but still with a lot of professional, comfortable looking furniture. The only thing that wasn't there was a personal touch; there weren't many pictures decorating the room. He only noticed two; one of a normal-looking family, and one of an elderly couple. Ken assumed that the picture of the elderly couple was of his parents.
"Thanks," George said. "I don't spend a lot of time here, though."
"Yeah," Ken said with an understanding nod. He gestured at the pictures. "By the way, who are those pictures of?"
"My parents, and the other one is my sister and her family. My parents haven't really spoken to me in a while, but my sister does when she has time," George said. He gave a soft sigh.
"Sorry if I-" Ken began.
"No, it's okay," George said. "I just…" He sighed again. "Anyway. I'm going to grab my coat."
"Okay," Ken said softly. He noticed that George looked downcast. He remembered George saying that his parents hadn't taken him coming out well at all, so he supposed that must have been why they were estranged.
He embraced George tightly as he returned to the room. George seemed to understand Ken's intentions immediately. "It's okay; I just don't like thinking about it. We had a big fight several years ago, when I came out," George explained sadly. He sighed dejectedly, looking at his hands. "I tried to patch things up, time and time again, but they won't hear any of it. I… I may as well be dead to them. I still try, often, to form some kind of connection with them, but…" He trailed off, shrugging.
"I'm sorry," Ken said softly. He leaned downwards, capturing George's lips comfortingly. George gave a small smile.
"Thank you," George murmured, pulling away. He looked at the clock for a moment. "We're going to be late- let's get going."
"Alright," Ken said. He wrapped an arm around George's waist. George leaned into his touch, placing an arm around Ken in return.
Ken and George kept their conversation deliberately light as they drove to the mall. George gradually brightened, and by the time they arrived he seemed more or less over the issues that had been brought up earlier.
"You okay?" Ken asked as they stepped outside.
"Yeah, I am," George affirmed. He held his hand out and grabbed Ken's, giving a soft squeeze as they began to walk. "Are you?"
"Yeah. Really good," Ken said.
George shivered and pulled his coat closer to his body. "It's cold out here," George complained.
Ken grinned. "It's February, what do you expect?" He teased.
"Well, the last few days, it was pretty warm for February. It didn't feel too bad, but now it's way too cold. I hate cold weather," George said.
"We-ell, I could always warm you up," Ken offered. He wrapped his arms around George tightly and leaned down to kiss him.
After a moment, George opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Ken was surprised, but he allowed George's tongue to slide into his mouth. George coaxed him, and he complied, moving his tongue into George's mouth in return.
When the need for air became pressing, they pulled away, panting and gasping for air.
"Well, we're here, fortunately," Ken observed. They walked inside a restaurant and sat down, deciding to order light foods so that they could gorge themselves on popcorn, chocolate, and soda when they watched the movie later.
They sat in a comfortable silence while they waited for their food. Eventually a waitress returned, carrying a grilled cheese sandwich for George, a small burger for Ken, and a side order of French fries for both of them to share.
"So, how are you guys at SVU doing?" Ken asked quietly, picking up a French fry and dipping it in the ketchup he'd squeezed on his plate.
"We're okay. A few of us are struggling a little with our cases- we have an exhausting caseload right now," George said, weariness leaking into his voice for the first time.
Ken winced. "I'm sorry. That probably isn't something I should bring up when we're trying to have a good time."
"No, it's quite alright," George said, shoulders slumping slightly. "I understand that you're just concerned about us. Your father, a sort of second mother, and myself all work there, after all."
"I do worry about my dad, sometimes," Ken admitted with a slight nod.
"You haven't spoken to him since that catastrophe with Andrew, huh?" George asked knowingly.
"Nuh-uh. I do want to reconcile, I just…" Ken shrugged. "I'll try soon. There's just a lot of baggage, you know?" Ken felt guilty for complaining about his father at all when George's family had cut him off so callously, but at the same time, he knew George wouldn't judge him.
"I understand," George assured him.
By now, both had finished their meals, so they paid the tab and walked to the movie theater. After buying their tickets and snacks, they sat in the back of the theater, watching the advertisements with mild interest for a few minutes before Ken teased, "No chance of you sitting in my lap, then?"
George grinned suggestively. "Well, I would love to, but I don't think many people would approve."
Ken smiled and said, "I guess this will have to do, then," as he wrapped an arm around George.
George smiled and rested his head on Ken's shoulder. Ken was slightly surprised at the intimate gesture, but he wasn't going to complain. He relaxed, feeling a deep contentedness spread through his body.
The lights dimmed and the movie- some romantic comedy- started. George leaned forward and whispered in Ken's ear, "This is the best date I've ever been on. Thank you."
Ken murmured, "You're welcome. I love doing this with you."
George reached over to grab some popcorn, "accidentally" brushing Ken's knee with his hand. Ken raised an eyebrow and lightly tickled George's side with one finger, eliciting a quiet laugh.
George couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this carefree and happy. Before, he would have been mortified at the thought of being this immature at all, let alone in public, but with Ken it just felt right.
After the movie ended, they exited the building and stood in the parking lot, trying to stall their return home for as long as possible. They shared a tight embrace, and Ken leaned down to place a soft kiss on George's lips.
"Hey, there's kids here!" Someone protested indignantly.
George rolled his eyes and pulled away. "It's 10:00 on a Saturday night. Any kids that are old enough to be out here this late are old enough to see a couple kissing. And no, two men are not more adult than one man and one woman."
Another bystander growled, "You people need to just stop. I hate fags!"
"Then you shouldn't smoke," Ken said coolly.
"You- I'm gonna-" The man snarled.
"Ken, we should just go," George murmured, tugging on Ken's sleeve. "We need to pick our battles."
One of the men lunged, and, deciding that George was the easier targer, tried to punch George in the face. He didn't know that he'd had FBI training, however, and George fought him off. George held out his badge and said, "If any of you go one step further, all of you are under arrest for assault."
The crowd dispersed, and Ken and George left. "Well, I wasn't expecting that," George said dryly.
"Neither did I," Ken grumbled. "I mean, I know idiots like that still exist, but I didn't think try a stunt like that."
"Oh well, least I can arrest people if need be," George said. "It might kill the mood a little, but it would get us some vindication." He smirked, squeezing Ken's hand. "Now I almost hope they try something next time we go out. Speaking of which, what do you want to do for our next date?" George asked.
Ken paused. "Well, I have something in mind, but you might not like it," He warned.
"Just tell me. Worst case, I say no," George said.
"Want to go to a club?" Ken asked.
George grinned. "That sounds great, actually! Want to do that next week?"
"Yep," Ken said, nodding.
"Maybe you can come over to my place once or twice between then. I don't want to go too long without seeing you," George said lightly, wrapping his arms around Ken's waist.
"That sounds fun." Ken smiled, returning the embrace. He kissed George's lips softly, reveling in the softness and warmth.
George pulled away and held Ken's hand again, and they entered the car. George set his hand on Ken's knee, squeezing gently.
Eventually they arrived at George's apartment and stood out front. Neither of them were especially eager to end the night, but they weren't quite ready to take another step yet.
"Good night, Ken," George murmured, kissing him again and gently wrapping his arms around the other man's neck.
Ken grasped George's waist with one hand, cupping the back if George's head with his other, and deepened the kiss. He gently pushed his tongue into the smaller man's mouth, pressing his tongue to George's.
They stayed there for some time, illuminated by the porch light from the apartment, the distant sounds of cars and other nightlife providing background noise.
Then Ken pulled away and kissed George's forehead. "I'll see you soon. Have a good night," He murmured.
"You too," George replied, sighing softly. "Sweet dreams."
"You too," Ken said.
George smiled. "If they have you in them, they will be."
Ken chuckled and said, "If mine have you in them, they'll be even better than yours. Good night." Kissing George quickly, he turned and walked away.
George smiled and ran his thumb over his lips as he watched Ken retreat. Once Ken got in his car, he turned around and entered his apartment.
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