Taking a deep breath, Brian knocked on Justin's closed door. A couple of minutes later, the door was opened. There stood Justin, looking wonderful... in Brian's opinion.
Justin had on a midnight blue short- sleeve shirt, black slacks, and a pair of black boots. The shirt made Justin's eyes an even more vivid shade of blue and the pants really showed of Justin's delicious bubble butt. Brian gave himself a slight shake before he got any harder than he already was.
'Think of something to make Mister Woody go down! Lesbians... not working... Debbie having sex... still not working... Lindsay givig me a blow job... ah... there we go!'
"You look great," Brian said.
Justin blushed and gave him a shy smile. "You, too." And, Brian did look wonderful. He had on a pair of gray slacks and a black sweater. Justin had to inwardly remind himself not to drool or pop an erection... or worse yet... cum in his pants. How embarrassing would that be?!
As they got into Brian's car, Justin could see Lindsay scowling from the front porch. Ignoring her, he asked, "Where are we going?"
As Brian backed out of the driveway, he answered. "I thought we'd go to La Pierre and then to a movie. Sound good?"
"Brian, La Pierre is really expensive."
Brian shrugged. "You like French food?"
"I've never had it."
"Well, now you can," said a smirking Brian.
After entering the restraunt and being led to their table, Justin said, "Wow! This place is... amazing!" The restraunt had dim lighting, for an intimate setting. There were white lace tableclothes on all of the tables. Glass chandelears hung from the high ceiling. There was soft music playing and there was a dance floor off to the side.
Brian smiled. "I'm glad that you like it." After ordering, Brian asked, "Would you like to... dance?"
Justin nodded. When they got onto the dance floor, they saw straight and same-sex couples dancing to the slow romantic music. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin's slim waist as Justin wrapped his arms around Brian's shoulders.
"This is very romantic," Justin whispered.
"I'm not good at romance," Brian whispered back.
"Could've fooled me." Justin said as he stared into Brian's hazel eyes, smiling a bright smile.
Brian couldn't resist. He leaned down and met Justin's lips with his own. Neither one knew it, but they were both thinking the same thing. 'I'm falling in love."
Author's Note:I have no idea if La Pierre actually exists. It's just a place I made up for this story.