Mmm, I haven't gotten my hands on you all week, baby. I ain't gunna promise shit, but for you I'll at least try.
[His grin was openly flirty and he gave a playful little wink at the newbie. To his surprise, the other man shifted a little and glanced at Greene briefly before he shot them a quick smirk. The expression was gone before Greene looked back over at him and Jason's brow arched a little.
Interesting.]
Babe...how many other other people in your office are openly gay?
[Greene sputtered, looking a little like he'd bitten into a lemon.] I don't see how that is one, any of your business or two, pertinent to the conversation!
Really? Quote: It's not enough when your boyfriend is running up more costs. End quote. That sounds to me like he doesn't ask everyone else in your department for more than 'I need it'. What's that sound like to you, Larry?
[The newbie shifted, mumbling an excuse and gesturing with his pilfered plate before ducking out of the conversation.]
[Edward blinked, equally surprised by the reaction to Jason's teasing. Maybe the upcoming change would be an improvement, after all. Even if it was Jason's presence swaying the newcomer, Edward was more than happy to exploit that as long as he needed to.
Besides, Jason's presence came with other benefits. Edward hid his smile behind the flimsy paper cup of coffee he was nursing, listening to the sputtering of his personal headache. A moment later, it was just the three of them. He let a hand wander back to find Jason's side, drawing Greene's eyes to the touch.]
It does feel personal. [He tilted his head musingly, as if just now thinking things over.] One might even say targetted. That would reflect poorly on you if true. I'd hate for your new employer to think you could prove a liability to them.
[The man scowled, looking like he was considering a retort, but after a glance at Jason, he made a disgusted noise and spun on his heel.] Fine, you're not my problem soon anyway. Have fun explaining bankrupting your department when I'm gone, Nashton.
[Edward watched him leave, waiting till he was out of earshot to speak again.] I never fail to be impressed by your talent. I thought I was going to be stuck all night.
[Tossing his cup into a nearby bin, he turned and grabbed Jason's hand, drawing himself close to the larger man's side like they were actually a couple.] Let's head for the exit. I'll give you a bonus if you can get us out of here without anyone else bothering me.
[Surely not too difficult given the looks Jason drew from most of his coworkers but a little extra motivation wouldn't hurt.]
[It seemed like maybe the replacement had a better head on his shoulders than Greene. Though, from what Jason had seen of the latter, that wasn't that difficult to pull off. Greene was snobby and judgmental and Jason could see the man being perfectly at ease at one of his father's galas.
It didn't endear him to the man at all. There was a reason he'd left that life as soon as he'd been able to and didn't go back to it, no matter how much easier it would be.
Smirking at Greene's retreating back, Jason turned his attention back to his would be date.]
I didn't know you had a function tonight or I would have tried to re-work my schedule.
[If he'd had enough time, he could have traded with Roy, but Roy had already made plans to take Lian to the botanical gardens. And really, who was he to deny his favorite niece time with her father? But he was there now and freedom was so close it was almost tangible.
Almost.
Wrapping his arm around Edward's waist, he started to navigate his way to the door. The dark ink that twisted up along both his arms combined with the silver in both his eyebrow and his lip cleared the path for them for the most part, but even that didn't dissuade everyone. Jason caught sight of a woman he recognized from previous nights like this one. She was smiling and heading their way, half waving as if to catch his attention and Jason remembered exactly how long the woman could talk when she got going.
He didn't let her have the chance.
He ducked his head like Edward was whispering in his ear...then laughed and tugged the older man around to face him. They hadn't talked about this and he wasn't 100% sure that he wasn't ruining their deal by overstepping, but he didn't let himself hesitate to draw the man into his arms and bow his head to kiss him.
Most people got uncomfortable when faced with public displays of affection. He was hoping that she was one of them.
Did that mean that he had to put quite so much passion and tongue into that kiss? No. But if he was only going to have one chance to kiss Edward, he was going to make it worthwhile.]
Mm, I thought I'd be able to avoid it this time, or I would have told you. [He huffed, annoyed he'd underestimated his employer's need to force these gatherings on him despite his distaste.] I've been here since before any of them turned up today, but that's still not enough to get me out of this waste of time.
[He forced the sulky look off his face as Jason wrapped an arm around him, and they made their way towards the door. It was easier to forget his irritation with the looks that most of his coworkers turned their way, looks that only encouraged Edward to smirk and press tighter against the younger man's side. It didn't matter that Jason had only come for the promised payment; he was getting Edward out of there, and that was all that mattered.
Although the opportunity to press himself against the solid wall of muscle that was his supposed boyfriend wasn't so bad either. It had been a while since Edward had had time for anything of the sort, be it a one-night stand or actually dating. It was frustrating to realise how badly he'd missed casual contact like this. But so long as Jason didn't know, he figured he could indulge a little.
His good mood abruptly soured when he caught sight of one of the wittering idiots that made up management approaching them. He was going to be stuck there for another hour at least if someone didn't-
Jason tugged him around, pulling him closer and before he could ask why there was a pair of lips pressed against his own.
Edward pressed into the kiss immediately, mouth opening at the first brush of Jason's tongue. This was another thing he'd missed, even as, in the back of his mind, he recognised the strategy for what it was. Jason was making a good show, and it would be a shame to waste the effort.
It was too easy to lose himself in the kiss, at least until a voice called from nearby-] Get a room already!
[Pulling away, Edward ignored the heat he could feel in his cheeks, keeping his eyes on Jason as he tugged them towards the door again.] Yes, I think we should before you give me any more ideas.
[The plan had been a success as no one stopped them as he dragged Jason quickly out to the elevator and down to the carpark. He only released the younger man when he'd dragged Jason over to where he could see the distinctive motorcycle parked. Edward came to a halt beside it, forcing himself to turn and smirk at Jason like he usually would.]
An expert rescue as usual. I should have called you in earlier.
[The call for them to get a room meant that when Edward pulled back, a blush was creeping out over the bridge of Jason's nose. He didn't mind PDA, had in fact weaponized it for situations exactly like this one. But he'd lost himself a little into that kiss and for just a split second, he'd forgotten that he was just a hired man.
Fuck, Edward felt so fucking good.
Shoving his hands through his hair, the younger man let himself be dragged along. He didn't put up a fuss, keeping his arm looped around the smaller man's waist until they'd made it all the way down to his bike. Then Edward was letting go and twisting to turn around and for just a second Edward might see Jason's gaze lingering on his lips before the younger man made himself look away.]
Yeah. No, I mean, of course. My pleasure.
[He was smoother than this, dammit. Why did this man turn him into a stuttering idiot?
Taking a deep breath, he gnawed lightly on his lower lip for a moment before he glanced over to his bike.]
You know, I am pretty hungry. Wanna grab a bite? There's a burger joint a few blocks south of here that has amazing fries. Truffle butter or some shit like that.
[Edward dismissed the apparent subject of Jason's attention - he was letting the ploy and his own enjoyment of physical affection influence his perceptions. It would be foolish to think Jason was there for more than a job and maybe some degree of sympathy over his plight.
Snorting softly at the fumbling, he was about to turn to go find his car and save Jason the trouble of making an excuse to get away when the younger man spoke again. He glanced back in surprise, head tilting as he studied Jason. The company would be preferable to going home to his empty apartment to either work on his personal project or load up a game to play, and it had been some time since he'd eaten his quick lunch whilst poring over his work. He turned back with a deliberately casual shrug.]
I did offer you food. It would be unfair not to follow through after such a stellar performance.
[Even if Jason was just looking for a free meal, he hadn't been bad company in any of their previous meetings. If that changed with a more personal setting, that would help remind Edward that this was a practical arrangement, not anything else. And if it didn't, well, that would make future acts like tonight all the more convincing.
Stepping closer to Jason and the bike, Edward gave the latter a wary look.] As long as you thought to bring a spare helmet?
[Otherwise they were taking his car, no arguments.]
[He hadn't actually expected the older man to say yes and as soon as he did, Jason's smile turned from practiced charm to lopsided excitement.]
Yeah? Great, I think you'll really like this place. Very modern.
[His own helmet, simple red with custom panels to make it fit closer to his skull, was hanging securely from it's lock on his frame. Holding up a finger, he turned back towards his bike, jiggling the janky lock on the storage bin until it finally flipped open. From inside, he pulled out a slightly smaller helmet. Green with purple edging, a full face shield to protect him from debris that managed to get past Jason's bulk.
Blushing slightly, he held out the helmet and cleared his throat. Honestly, all that was missing was digging his toe into the ground.]
This one should actually fit you better than the black one I've had you wear before. And it has a built in sound and walkie system, so we can talk while on the bike. If you want it, of course.
[The change in Jason's expression was charming, moreso than anything else he'd seen from the younger man. Edward didn't examine it too closely or the idea that Jason had considered what sort of food he might like. It was more likely somewhere Jason wanted to go for himself, and this was a convenient opportunity. So long as the food was decent, he wouldn't begrudge it.]
I'll hold you to that.
[Blinking at the helmet that Jason produced, Edward took it carefully and examined it. The colour scheme was noteworthy... but green was hardly an unpopular choice. It certainly wasn't worth reading into what had to be a helmet chosen for a college friend who, like most people, was of smaller stature than Jason and happened to have similar tastes to Edward.]
I'm hardly going to ride without, am I? [Putting on his typical smirk, he quickly patted down his pockets to ensure he had everything he might need.] It will be refreshing to be able to talk to you and find out what's going on rather than waiting till we arrive.
[He tugged the helmet on and spread his arms for Jason to assess, trying not to seem too invested in the younger man's opinion.]
[It was true that the helmet could have been meant for someone else, but the padding inside was undented and crisp. There were no trapped hairs in the fabrics or scuff marks on the art outside. It was a new build, unworn and fresh. It fit Edward like a glove and Jason's smile widened as the older man pulled it on.]
That looks better than I was hoping it would. You are missing one thing, though.
[He shrugged out of his jacket, giving the leather a shake before he held it open for Edward to slid his arms in. It would be big on him, of course, and there was a scent of motor oil that clung to it, but it would protect Edward's nicer clothes as well as his torso should something happen.]
There, perfect. Well...Perfect until we can get you a better jacket. Mine is no where near nice enough for you, but it's all I got right now.
[He swung his leg over the bike, settling his weight onto the saddle as he pulled his own helmet on. He touched where his ear would be, then reached out to lightly do the same on Edward's.]
[So a new helmet for a friend Jason hadn't yet seen to share it with. At least it saved Edward from needing to ask questions about the other users' hygiene before putting it on.
He tilted his head at Jason's assessment until the jacket was presented to him. Chuckling to himself - he really wasn't dressed for the ride, having not anticipated when he got ready that morning - he slid his arms into it and let it fold around him. Trying not to dwell on the lingering warmth or let Jason see him inhaling, trying to catch a hint of anything beneath the smell of motor oil.]
Mm, you can tell me where I should go shopping for one and help me pick it out.
[He wouldn't, of course. It would be foolish to invest in something like that for the sake of their act, but it was an enjoyable fantasy to indulge in for now.
Waiting as Jason settled himself on the bike, Edward nodded.] You're clear as can be.
[He sat himself behind Jason, arms winding around the younger man tightly. It wasn't his first time riding with Jason but there was still a little flicker of anxiety that came with doing so that at least saved him from needing to find an excuse for how close he pressed himself to the broad back in front of him.]
I'm ready to get some distance from here before they try and drag me back.
Just about everyone who sells clothes has a leather jacket, but if you're after something that will actually do it's job while you ride, you wanna go to Wilson's. Or another place that specializes in riding gear. That's where this one is from, albeit from like six years ago. That's the great thing about leather, though. You take care of it and it'll last a lifetime. Hell, that jackets survived two wipeouts and my best friend.
[His smirk was audible and he shook his head as he reached up to flick his face shield down. He took a moment to make sure his passenger had a good grip, then he was turning over the engine and basking in the throaty growl the machine gave in the confines of the parking garage. For a split second he considered whipping out of the parking spot, but Edward had only ridden with him a couple of times and he rather liked the feeling of the smaller man against his back.
He kept it smooth and controlled, rolling easily through the garage until he was finally able to pull out onto the street.]
So, why does he hate you? Greene, I mean. He's obviously targeting you and I'm guessing it didn't actually start when you started showing up to work functions with a guy.
[Jason hopefully wouldn't notice the way Edward's hold on him tightened at the mention of a wipeout - multiples, in fact. Maybe he would splurge on something after all. Even if he only rode with Jason a few more times till the younger man tired of the act, it would be worth it not to be plagued by visions of road rash. He could always give it to Jason when it was no longer needed to pass along to whatever friend the helmet was for.
Still holding tight as they left the garage, he huffed at the question.]
Hardly. He's gotten worse since then, but he disliked me from the moment I was hired over a barely-competent friend of his. [He shrugged.] He might have gotten over that if I hadn't immediately pointed out the idiocy of certain ideas he was pushing in front of most of upper management.
[With exactly that degree of tact.] Add in the fact I'm not willing to compromise the quality of my work to allow him to boast about reduced spending on the project, and he's taken to exerting petty authority wherever possible.
[Getting to vent his frustration served as a good distraction from any concerns over a potential fall at least, and Edward's grip around Jason had settled down into merely snug as he talked.] Once he's gone, I'll only have to deal with the idiots who want to pester me about socialising and 'team-building' at those things.
[His tone made it clear how distasteful that prospect still was.]
[It Jason noticed or not, he kept it to himself as he pulled out onto the road. He kept the bike steady and even, tame in comparison to the few times that Edward had ridden in with him for work functions. Those times had been all about the show of Edward getting off the back of his boytoy's big bike, but this time there were no witnesses to show off to. It was just them and Edward might appreciate the fact that without that layer of requested drama, Jason was actually a pretty reasonable driver.
Or, as reasonable as could be expected for someone who willingly threaded through Gotham traffic without a chassis to protect him.]
Sounds like it's past time for him to be moving on. I'm glad he finally is. The new kid seems like a better fit. He didn't push back too hard when I stole his food and he certainly didn't sneer when we touched. At the very least, I don't think he's a bigot. Hopefully, his accounting style will just that little bit more relaxed.
[They hit a stoplight and Jason sat up a little, leaning back into Edward's arms as he stretched his shoulders and flexed his arms. He hadn't been lying about being at work and he was stiff after working all day. The mechanic shop was small, but it was respected and they had clientele from all parts of Gotham, including Bristol. He and Roy both worked there and for as small as the place was, it went a long way to pay for their two bedroom apartment.
Before, Jason had filled that difference with overnight shifts at the warehouses, unloading pallets until 4 in the morning before going home to crash until 7 when he had to get up to get ready for his morning classes. Now, Edward filled in that gap and Jason had never been more thankful for actual time to sleep and study.]
I got a question. You hate the people there so much....have you ever thought about starting up on your own?
[Whether the more careful driving was Jason's true norm or a concession to Edward's nerves, he wasn't going to question it. It was reassuring and meant he didn't feel the need to cling as tightly, so that was what mattered. He still preferred the safety of a car with airbags and crumple zones, and every other modern safety feature, but this was fine.
He hummed at Jason's assessment of the replacement.] He does seem like he will be more tolerable at the very least. [A chuckle.] Or he just wanted to make a good impression on you. In which case I'll be calling you in more often.
[He shifted as Jason sat back, still keeping ahold of the younger man but allowing him to stretch out as needed. And if he found himself watching the play of muscles on Jason's arms, that was his business. He'd looked into the mechanic shop where Jason worked during his investigation of his companion's surprisingly sparse social media presence and had some idea of how busy it kept the younger man. It made sense of Jason's lack of online life compared to Edward's prolific posting across platforms.
He was pulled from his thoughts of social media stalking by the question, tensing up where he was pressed against Jason's back. Edward frowned, considering how much to share as the light turned, and they started moving again.] To do that, I need capital. Enough to get a company off the ground. I don't have that yet or enough connections to convince someone who does to fund me.
[He fidgeted unconsciously, fingers twisting together and toying with the fabric of Jason's shirt.] This project I'm working on. Once I finish it and it goes live, that will be my chance. They say there are already buyers interested, and I'll get a cut of whatever they sell it for. I built the thing from scratch, the money and the reputation I'll get, I can start something actually worth my time. [He shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant about the plan like it wasn't something he'd been thinking about for years but hadn't yet made a reality.] It's just a matter of seeing this through.
[As far as social media went, Jason didn't exist. He showed up in the wings of others, of course. His siblings would sneak pictures of him and post them, but without an account of his own they couldn't tag him. And even if he did have an account they could tag, the last name would be different than the one that Edward would be searching for. No less accurate and real, but different nonetheless.
In fact, the only social media posts that came up under 'Todd' were from his room mate and best friend. Usually pictures of him with a little girl, either candid or with Jay rolling his eyes and using the baby to hide his face. He was a private person, it would seem, which helped paint the picture of how exhausted he'd been when he'd first made his profile on the app that he and Edward had met through. Something had had to change or he was going to break. Fortunately, something had changed and Jason was very pleased that it had and not entirely because now he got to actually sleep.
He listened as he wove them through traffic, nodding a little as Edward explained why he'd been working so hard on this particular project. It made sense and he could hear the thin thread of eager excitement in Edward's voice...but there was a part of him that had spent too long at his dad's elbow during board meetings that questioned if the company was going to follow through with that 'promised' cut. Or if they'd change the percentage after the fact, before the contract could be drawn up. If Edward didn't have one already, it was a concern.
Covering those fidgeting fingers with his hand he gave them a reassuring squeeze as he leaned into the turn that took them off the street and into the parking lot for the surprisingly small little bistro.]
You know I'm double majoring in business finance and tax, right? If you want me to look over any contracts, I can. I can also recommend some really good finance lawyers who don't have that much of a retainer. If you're interested, of course. I'd hate for you to put all this work into this project and end up getting dicked over by upper management.
I really want to see you take that step.
[It was surprising how true that statement felt. Edward had never once taken him up on the traditional routes that most people took with situations like theirs. Jason wasn't a 'sugar baby', he was more of an employee. A mask to hide behind for functions like the one they'd just left. If Edward went into business for himself, there would be no work functions and, since Edward had no use for him outside of that, it would be back to the warehouses.
[That lack of any social media had made Jason's presence on the app so suspicious that Edward had been certain the younger man was running some kind of scheme at first. Being less active than Edward himself was one thing, but to have no footprint at all - without being some old man or wealthy recluse? It was suspicious. After that first gathering, he'd been hesitant to reach out again despite how well Jason had played his role, concerned that further meetings would lead to trouble of some kind.
It was only the sheer exhaustion that had been obviously plaguing Jason when they met - and his ever-growing frustration with his coworkers - that had convinced Edward to contact the younger man again. Finding that handful of posts from Jason's roommate had further helped to dismiss those concerns, and now he thought nothing of going alone with Jason to some small, out-of-the-way restaurant.
He'd even gotten comfortable enough to share his future plans, things he'd shared with almost no one else. Hands stilling under Jason's, he breathed out slowly, surprised by the wave of relief that came when the younger man didn't mock the idea of starting on his own despite being the one to bring it up.]
I don't doubt your capability but it's fine. I've built the whole thing from the ground up. Engineering, bespoke programming, it's all me. If they want to implement any upgrades in the future without starting from scratch, they need me to teach the other programmers. Anything less, and it will be months of additional work just to be able to do basic troubleshooting once I've left. They'd be fools to take that risk.
[Edward distracted himself from Jason's baffling encouragement as the bike came to a halt, sitting back and dismounting, removing the helmet to pat at his hair. It was easier than dwelling on why Jason would care about his career and future plans. Leaving his current employer didn't benefit the younger man at all, and thanks to the NDAs in place, Jason knew barely anything about what Edward was working on. He'd call it an act, playing the part of the caring boyfriend, if it didn't sound so sincere. Which was still possible but if that were the case, Jason was missing his calling as an actor.
Clearing his throat once he'd done as much as he could to fix the mild case of helmet hair, Edward turned towards the entrance to the bistro. On a whim, he offered Jason his arm.] Shall we? I want to see if it lives up to the expectations you've set.
You realize that everything you just said is just giving your company all the more reason to keep you under their thumb, right? I'm not trying to say that they aren't going to pay you and keep their end of the deal, I'm just saying that if you don't already have contracts in place, you should do that as soon as you can. If it's not written down, it doesn't exist.
[He followed Edward off the bike, taking off his own helmet and clipping it securely to it's lock. Edward's joined it and he made sure they were both secured and switched off before he turned back to the other man.
The sight of him fussing with his hair was endearing and Jason smiled as he reached up to give his own dark curls a little bit of a fluff. They didn't really need it, but this was the first time he was going to be out in public with Edward that wasn't a work function. The first time he just got to be himself instead of the punk biker flyboy that Edward had hired him to be. So what if he wanted to look a little presentable as he took that arm and let himself be lead into the building.
Inside, the bistro was a blend of sleek modern and wood classic and as they were greeted and taken back to a table, Jason found himself settling into his skin just that little bit more.]
Confession time: I've never actually been inside. Roy gets this place from Doordash at work. Which probably means I've tasted everything through a layer of garage grease, but hey...it was still delicious.
[Edward waved off Jason's concern about his admittedly non-existent contracts - it would be fine; he could handle any attempts to deny him what he was owed. He was smarter than anyone at the company; how could they possibly outwit him? And after finally escaping the office, he wasn't in the mood to discuss contracts and that tiresome legal drudgery. Not when he still didn't see why Jason would want him to succeed in his future plans.
Brushing those thoughts aside, he took in the interior of the bistro critically as they were led to their table. Edward settled himself in his seat and picked up the menu, giving Jason an amused look over it at the confession, lips twitching into a smirk.]
That makes me concerned for your tastebuds more than anything. If you ask them to bring you out some engine grease as a condiment, I'm leaving. [Despite the dig, he went on after another glance at the menu.] So what do you recommend?
[He didn't like the fact that Edward was brushing off the idea of having a contract in place, but he recognized the handwave for the dismissal it was. He didn't like it, but he didn't push it, either. Edward was the genius, after all. He probably already had the contracts in place and Jason was just fretting over nothing.
He smiled and thanked the hostess as he settled into his seat, taking a moment to unwrap his flatware so he could drape the napkin over one thigh. It was good manners, sure, but it was also just as simple as Jason being well aware of the fact that he'd wipe his hands on his jeans if he didn't have the napkin there. He was too used to wearing his work coveralls, which were already stained to all hell. What more was a little fry grease?
At the tease, he glanced up, feigning a bit of excitement as he twisted as if to find their waiter.]
You really think they'd have it?
[He grinned, that goofy lopsided thing from the parking garage instead of the sleezy, overly charismatic one from the party.]
A burger. That's what I'm getting, anyway. I stole a bite of Roy's last week and nearly fell off the jack I was sitting on.
[The Jason who spread his napkin over his lap was a far cry from the one that showed up to his work functions. Edward had requested the act and knew it was that, but it was still intriguing to see the difference between it and reality. It left him questioning what other surprises the real Jason might reveal over the course of the meal.
Snorting at the act and Jason's genuine smile, Edward shook his head in mock disapproval.] And that's praise - that you nearly experienced physical harm from a single bite of the food? I'm not any less worried about your sense of taste hearing that.
[He was still smirking as he waved the waiter over and ordered himself a burger, the promised truffle fries and an energy drink before looking expectantly at Jason. It didn't fit the image he tried to project among his coworkers, but it was surprisingly easy to relax and not worry about that with Jason. Maybe it was the times the younger man had listened to his frustrated complaints about those coworkers or knowing where Jason worked and what that entailed. He wouldn't examine it too closely, settling back in his seat and waiting for Jason to order. Once the waiter had left, he tilted his head curiously.]
What are your plans for the rest of the evening?
[Since Jason wouldn't be running off to another job after this. Presumably, some studying but it was possible there were other plans too.]
[Jason followed suit, closing his menu and handing it to the waiter as he ordered a burger (medium well) and fries. Lemonade to drink, despite the rather impressive cocktail menu. Which wouldn't be that surprising if Edward had noticed that even when he got a drink at work functions, he only ever sipped at it. He apparently had some skill with acting buzzed while only nursing at one drink.]
[He made a face, shaking his head as he reached out to grab a roll from the basket the waiter left behind.]
Well, Roy is taking Lian to the Gardens for the candlelight butterfly thing, so I'll have the apartment to myself for a few hours. I should study, I've got some tests coming up...but it's not often I get the kitchen to myself for any stretch of time, so I'll probably take the opportunity to restock our freezer. What about you? Any big plans in the works?
[Smearing butter on both halves of the torn open roll, he set one half on a saucer at Edward's elbow before biting into his own.]
[One drink wouldn't make a difference but Edward was perfectly happy for Jason to be a teetotaler when he was relying on the younger man to drop him back to his car later.]
That's probably what they're made of. It's what happens when you want to present an image without paying the price that the reality would require. And yet they still insist on holding those events. [He sneered, the gripe a familiar one.] And I think most of those idiots don't care so long as there's free alcohol.
[Edward had no qualms with indulging a little at those functions when he wasn't driving home, but never to the extent that some did. He didn't particularly care to be impaired, particularly around people he disliked to start with.
Taking the half of the roll Jason had prepared, he took a bite as well, listening to the younger man's answer.] You spend your free time cooking?
[There was a note of amusement in his voice at the revelation. It wasn't what anyone would guess to look at Jason, but that was true of most of the things Edward knew about him, from his studies to his behaviour when not putting on an act.]
I have a few projects I'm working on. [He shrugged, once again trying to project a casual air. Jason wasn't likely to mock those projects when Edward was paying for the meal, but it had been a common enough refrain that it was hard not to expect it still.] I have a new puzzle box design I'm fine-tuning and some modding work I've nearly finished... But I'll probably get a headstart on testing for tomorrow, but there are still a lot of bugs to iron out before I'm ready to demo to investors.
[Jason wasn't exactly a teetotaler, but he preferred to do his drinking in the comfort of his own home. Big groups of people already set his nerves on end and being impaired only made the sensation worse. He had absolutely no qualms about nursing a drink while he cooked or while he was tucked into the couch with a good book, he tended to only sip at the gatherings that he'd been hired for.
One drink wasn't enough to tilt his axis, but he made a good show of being just a little bit sloppy if Edward needed an excuse to stop talking to someone.
Smiling a little at the amusement in Edward's voice, Jason nodded and idly tore off a chunk of his roll to pop it between his lips. It wasn't the first time people got a look at his pierced eyebrow and tattooed arms and got surprised that he was the household cook. Usually those same people were just as surprised when he told them that he wasn't sleeping with Roy and did in fact sleep on the couch so that Lian could have her own room.]
Wait. Back up a second. You design puzzle boxes? Like actual puzzle boxes? That is so cool. I never even considered what it would take to design something like that, but fuck that is impressive. Would you let me see it sometime? I'll never be able to solve it, I'm sure, but I think it would be fascinating to see something like that be built."
[Edward had made his share of assumptions about Jason when they first met, but the younger man had dispelled them all and continued to do so. (Including in those pictures of him with a young girl that Edward had turned up in the social media search that he had no intention of admitting to doing.)
He blinked at Jason, freezing with the roll halfway to his mouth.] As a hobby, yes... As impressive as it is, it's not my most marketable skill.
[Edward got another moment to recover his balance when the waiter returned with their drinks. He'd expected the admission to be met with the typical confusion or polite disinterest that was the most common response - it was all better than sneering disdain for his 'idiotic waste of time'. But Jason was intent on surprising him tonight. Once the server had departed again, Edward set his roll down and cracked his energy drink open, not looking at Jason.]
If you're interested, you can have it when I'm done... I usually hide them in the city and leave clues on Reddit so people can find them. I put a code in each one so people can share and prove they solved it. There's a small community in Gotham that participates. [He glanced at Jason from the corner of his eye, assessing the younger man's reaction to that bit of frivolity.] Or I can show you the design process and construction if that's of more interest.
[His rebuttal was interrupted by their drinks and he absently gave the waiter a practiced smile and 'thank you'. As soon as the man was gone, however, Jason's smile softened once more into his more genuine one as he unwrapped his straw and sipped at his lemonade.]
You know that most people don't care about your most 'marketable' skill, right? I think it's cool. And it's pretty clear that other people find it cool, too. On Reddit, you say? I'll have to look into it. It's like geocaching and Banksy had a love child. Very cool.
Hide it. I don't want to deprive people from what they enjoy. Besides, half the fun is finding it, right? Maybe I'll be the one to find it, who knows.
[He winked, grin widening a little before he chuckled and took another bite of his bread.]
But no hints. I don't want special treatment just because we're friends.
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Mmm, I haven't gotten my hands on you all week, baby. I ain't gunna promise shit, but for you I'll at least try.
[His grin was openly flirty and he gave a playful little wink at the newbie. To his surprise, the other man shifted a little and glanced at Greene briefly before he shot them a quick smirk. The expression was gone before Greene looked back over at him and Jason's brow arched a little.
Interesting.]
Babe...how many other other people in your office are openly gay?
[Greene sputtered, looking a little like he'd bitten into a lemon.] I don't see how that is one, any of your business or two, pertinent to the conversation!
Really? Quote: It's not enough when your boyfriend is running up more costs. End quote. That sounds to me like he doesn't ask everyone else in your department for more than 'I need it'. What's that sound like to you, Larry?
[The newbie shifted, mumbling an excuse and gesturing with his pilfered plate before ducking out of the conversation.]
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Besides, Jason's presence came with other benefits. Edward hid his smile behind the flimsy paper cup of coffee he was nursing, listening to the sputtering of his personal headache. A moment later, it was just the three of them. He let a hand wander back to find Jason's side, drawing Greene's eyes to the touch.]
It does feel personal. [He tilted his head musingly, as if just now thinking things over.] One might even say targetted. That would reflect poorly on you if true. I'd hate for your new employer to think you could prove a liability to them.
[The man scowled, looking like he was considering a retort, but after a glance at Jason, he made a disgusted noise and spun on his heel.] Fine, you're not my problem soon anyway. Have fun explaining bankrupting your department when I'm gone, Nashton.
[Edward watched him leave, waiting till he was out of earshot to speak again.] I never fail to be impressed by your talent. I thought I was going to be stuck all night.
[Tossing his cup into a nearby bin, he turned and grabbed Jason's hand, drawing himself close to the larger man's side like they were actually a couple.] Let's head for the exit. I'll give you a bonus if you can get us out of here without anyone else bothering me.
[Surely not too difficult given the looks Jason drew from most of his coworkers but a little extra motivation wouldn't hurt.]
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It didn't endear him to the man at all. There was a reason he'd left that life as soon as he'd been able to and didn't go back to it, no matter how much easier it would be.
Smirking at Greene's retreating back, Jason turned his attention back to his would be date.]
I didn't know you had a function tonight or I would have tried to re-work my schedule.
[If he'd had enough time, he could have traded with Roy, but Roy had already made plans to take Lian to the botanical gardens. And really, who was he to deny his favorite niece time with her father? But he was there now and freedom was so close it was almost tangible.
Almost.
Wrapping his arm around Edward's waist, he started to navigate his way to the door. The dark ink that twisted up along both his arms combined with the silver in both his eyebrow and his lip cleared the path for them for the most part, but even that didn't dissuade everyone. Jason caught sight of a woman he recognized from previous nights like this one. She was smiling and heading their way, half waving as if to catch his attention and Jason remembered exactly how long the woman could talk when she got going.
He didn't let her have the chance.
He ducked his head like Edward was whispering in his ear...then laughed and tugged the older man around to face him. They hadn't talked about this and he wasn't 100% sure that he wasn't ruining their deal by overstepping, but he didn't let himself hesitate to draw the man into his arms and bow his head to kiss him.
Most people got uncomfortable when faced with public displays of affection. He was hoping that she was one of them.
Did that mean that he had to put quite so much passion and tongue into that kiss? No. But if he was only going to have one chance to kiss Edward, he was going to make it worthwhile.]
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[He forced the sulky look off his face as Jason wrapped an arm around him, and they made their way towards the door. It was easier to forget his irritation with the looks that most of his coworkers turned their way, looks that only encouraged Edward to smirk and press tighter against the younger man's side. It didn't matter that Jason had only come for the promised payment; he was getting Edward out of there, and that was all that mattered.
Although the opportunity to press himself against the solid wall of muscle that was his supposed boyfriend wasn't so bad either. It had been a while since Edward had had time for anything of the sort, be it a one-night stand or actually dating. It was frustrating to realise how badly he'd missed casual contact like this. But so long as Jason didn't know, he figured he could indulge a little.
His good mood abruptly soured when he caught sight of one of the wittering idiots that made up management approaching them. He was going to be stuck there for another hour at least if someone didn't-
Jason tugged him around, pulling him closer and before he could ask why there was a pair of lips pressed against his own.
Edward pressed into the kiss immediately, mouth opening at the first brush of Jason's tongue. This was another thing he'd missed, even as, in the back of his mind, he recognised the strategy for what it was. Jason was making a good show, and it would be a shame to waste the effort.
It was too easy to lose himself in the kiss, at least until a voice called from nearby-] Get a room already!
[Pulling away, Edward ignored the heat he could feel in his cheeks, keeping his eyes on Jason as he tugged them towards the door again.] Yes, I think we should before you give me any more ideas.
[The plan had been a success as no one stopped them as he dragged Jason quickly out to the elevator and down to the carpark. He only released the younger man when he'd dragged Jason over to where he could see the distinctive motorcycle parked. Edward came to a halt beside it, forcing himself to turn and smirk at Jason like he usually would.]
An expert rescue as usual. I should have called you in earlier.
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Fuck, Edward felt so fucking good.
Shoving his hands through his hair, the younger man let himself be dragged along. He didn't put up a fuss, keeping his arm looped around the smaller man's waist until they'd made it all the way down to his bike. Then Edward was letting go and twisting to turn around and for just a second Edward might see Jason's gaze lingering on his lips before the younger man made himself look away.]
Yeah. No, I mean, of course. My pleasure.
[He was smoother than this, dammit. Why did this man turn him into a stuttering idiot?
Taking a deep breath, he gnawed lightly on his lower lip for a moment before he glanced over to his bike.]
You know, I am pretty hungry. Wanna grab a bite? There's a burger joint a few blocks south of here that has amazing fries. Truffle butter or some shit like that.
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Snorting softly at the fumbling, he was about to turn to go find his car and save Jason the trouble of making an excuse to get away when the younger man spoke again. He glanced back in surprise, head tilting as he studied Jason. The company would be preferable to going home to his empty apartment to either work on his personal project or load up a game to play, and it had been some time since he'd eaten his quick lunch whilst poring over his work. He turned back with a deliberately casual shrug.]
I did offer you food. It would be unfair not to follow through after such a stellar performance.
[Even if Jason was just looking for a free meal, he hadn't been bad company in any of their previous meetings. If that changed with a more personal setting, that would help remind Edward that this was a practical arrangement, not anything else. And if it didn't, well, that would make future acts like tonight all the more convincing.
Stepping closer to Jason and the bike, Edward gave the latter a wary look.] As long as you thought to bring a spare helmet?
[Otherwise they were taking his car, no arguments.]
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Yeah? Great, I think you'll really like this place. Very modern.
[His own helmet, simple red with custom panels to make it fit closer to his skull, was hanging securely from it's lock on his frame. Holding up a finger, he turned back towards his bike, jiggling the janky lock on the storage bin until it finally flipped open. From inside, he pulled out a slightly smaller helmet. Green with purple edging, a full face shield to protect him from debris that managed to get past Jason's bulk.
Blushing slightly, he held out the helmet and cleared his throat. Honestly, all that was missing was digging his toe into the ground.]
This one should actually fit you better than the black one I've had you wear before. And it has a built in sound and walkie system, so we can talk while on the bike. If you want it, of course.
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I'll hold you to that.
[Blinking at the helmet that Jason produced, Edward took it carefully and examined it. The colour scheme was noteworthy... but green was hardly an unpopular choice. It certainly wasn't worth reading into what had to be a helmet chosen for a college friend who, like most people, was of smaller stature than Jason and happened to have similar tastes to Edward.]
I'm hardly going to ride without, am I? [Putting on his typical smirk, he quickly patted down his pockets to ensure he had everything he might need.] It will be refreshing to be able to talk to you and find out what's going on rather than waiting till we arrive.
[He tugged the helmet on and spread his arms for Jason to assess, trying not to seem too invested in the younger man's opinion.]
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That looks better than I was hoping it would. You are missing one thing, though.
[He shrugged out of his jacket, giving the leather a shake before he held it open for Edward to slid his arms in. It would be big on him, of course, and there was a scent of motor oil that clung to it, but it would protect Edward's nicer clothes as well as his torso should something happen.]
There, perfect. Well...Perfect until we can get you a better jacket. Mine is no where near nice enough for you, but it's all I got right now.
[He swung his leg over the bike, settling his weight onto the saddle as he pulled his own helmet on. He touched where his ear would be, then reached out to lightly do the same on Edward's.]
Test. Can you hear me?
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He tilted his head at Jason's assessment until the jacket was presented to him. Chuckling to himself - he really wasn't dressed for the ride, having not anticipated when he got ready that morning - he slid his arms into it and let it fold around him. Trying not to dwell on the lingering warmth or let Jason see him inhaling, trying to catch a hint of anything beneath the smell of motor oil.]
Mm, you can tell me where I should go shopping for one and help me pick it out.
[He wouldn't, of course. It would be foolish to invest in something like that for the sake of their act, but it was an enjoyable fantasy to indulge in for now.
Waiting as Jason settled himself on the bike, Edward nodded.] You're clear as can be.
[He sat himself behind Jason, arms winding around the younger man tightly. It wasn't his first time riding with Jason but there was still a little flicker of anxiety that came with doing so that at least saved him from needing to find an excuse for how close he pressed himself to the broad back in front of him.]
I'm ready to get some distance from here before they try and drag me back.
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[His smirk was audible and he shook his head as he reached up to flick his face shield down. He took a moment to make sure his passenger had a good grip, then he was turning over the engine and basking in the throaty growl the machine gave in the confines of the parking garage. For a split second he considered whipping out of the parking spot, but Edward had only ridden with him a couple of times and he rather liked the feeling of the smaller man against his back.
He kept it smooth and controlled, rolling easily through the garage until he was finally able to pull out onto the street.]
So, why does he hate you? Greene, I mean. He's obviously targeting you and I'm guessing it didn't actually start when you started showing up to work functions with a guy.
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Still holding tight as they left the garage, he huffed at the question.]
Hardly. He's gotten worse since then, but he disliked me from the moment I was hired over a barely-competent friend of his. [He shrugged.] He might have gotten over that if I hadn't immediately pointed out the idiocy of certain ideas he was pushing in front of most of upper management.
[With exactly that degree of tact.] Add in the fact I'm not willing to compromise the quality of my work to allow him to boast about reduced spending on the project, and he's taken to exerting petty authority wherever possible.
[Getting to vent his frustration served as a good distraction from any concerns over a potential fall at least, and Edward's grip around Jason had settled down into merely snug as he talked.] Once he's gone, I'll only have to deal with the idiots who want to pester me about socialising and 'team-building' at those things.
[His tone made it clear how distasteful that prospect still was.]
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Or, as reasonable as could be expected for someone who willingly threaded through Gotham traffic without a chassis to protect him.]
Sounds like it's past time for him to be moving on. I'm glad he finally is. The new kid seems like a better fit. He didn't push back too hard when I stole his food and he certainly didn't sneer when we touched. At the very least, I don't think he's a bigot. Hopefully, his accounting style will just that little bit more relaxed.
[They hit a stoplight and Jason sat up a little, leaning back into Edward's arms as he stretched his shoulders and flexed his arms. He hadn't been lying about being at work and he was stiff after working all day. The mechanic shop was small, but it was respected and they had clientele from all parts of Gotham, including Bristol. He and Roy both worked there and for as small as the place was, it went a long way to pay for their two bedroom apartment.
Before, Jason had filled that difference with overnight shifts at the warehouses, unloading pallets until 4 in the morning before going home to crash until 7 when he had to get up to get ready for his morning classes. Now, Edward filled in that gap and Jason had never been more thankful for actual time to sleep and study.]
I got a question. You hate the people there so much....have you ever thought about starting up on your own?
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He hummed at Jason's assessment of the replacement.] He does seem like he will be more tolerable at the very least. [A chuckle.] Or he just wanted to make a good impression on you. In which case I'll be calling you in more often.
[He shifted as Jason sat back, still keeping ahold of the younger man but allowing him to stretch out as needed. And if he found himself watching the play of muscles on Jason's arms, that was his business. He'd looked into the mechanic shop where Jason worked during his investigation of his companion's surprisingly sparse social media presence and had some idea of how busy it kept the younger man. It made sense of Jason's lack of online life compared to Edward's prolific posting across platforms.
He was pulled from his thoughts of social media stalking by the question, tensing up where he was pressed against Jason's back. Edward frowned, considering how much to share as the light turned, and they started moving again.] To do that, I need capital. Enough to get a company off the ground. I don't have that yet or enough connections to convince someone who does to fund me.
[He fidgeted unconsciously, fingers twisting together and toying with the fabric of Jason's shirt.] This project I'm working on. Once I finish it and it goes live, that will be my chance. They say there are already buyers interested, and I'll get a cut of whatever they sell it for. I built the thing from scratch, the money and the reputation I'll get, I can start something actually worth my time. [He shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant about the plan like it wasn't something he'd been thinking about for years but hadn't yet made a reality.] It's just a matter of seeing this through.
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In fact, the only social media posts that came up under 'Todd' were from his room mate and best friend. Usually pictures of him with a little girl, either candid or with Jay rolling his eyes and using the baby to hide his face. He was a private person, it would seem, which helped paint the picture of how exhausted he'd been when he'd first made his profile on the app that he and Edward had met through. Something had had to change or he was going to break. Fortunately, something had changed and Jason was very pleased that it had and not entirely because now he got to actually sleep.
He listened as he wove them through traffic, nodding a little as Edward explained why he'd been working so hard on this particular project. It made sense and he could hear the thin thread of eager excitement in Edward's voice...but there was a part of him that had spent too long at his dad's elbow during board meetings that questioned if the company was going to follow through with that 'promised' cut. Or if they'd change the percentage after the fact, before the contract could be drawn up. If Edward didn't have one already, it was a concern.
Covering those fidgeting fingers with his hand he gave them a reassuring squeeze as he leaned into the turn that took them off the street and into the parking lot for the surprisingly small little bistro.]
You know I'm double majoring in business finance and tax, right? If you want me to look over any contracts, I can. I can also recommend some really good finance lawyers who don't have that much of a retainer. If you're interested, of course. I'd hate for you to put all this work into this project and end up getting dicked over by upper management.
I really want to see you take that step.
[It was surprising how true that statement felt. Edward had never once taken him up on the traditional routes that most people took with situations like theirs. Jason wasn't a 'sugar baby', he was more of an employee. A mask to hide behind for functions like the one they'd just left. If Edward went into business for himself, there would be no work functions and, since Edward had no use for him outside of that, it would be back to the warehouses.
And yet, his words were genuine.]
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It was only the sheer exhaustion that had been obviously plaguing Jason when they met - and his ever-growing frustration with his coworkers - that had convinced Edward to contact the younger man again. Finding that handful of posts from Jason's roommate had further helped to dismiss those concerns, and now he thought nothing of going alone with Jason to some small, out-of-the-way restaurant.
He'd even gotten comfortable enough to share his future plans, things he'd shared with almost no one else. Hands stilling under Jason's, he breathed out slowly, surprised by the wave of relief that came when the younger man didn't mock the idea of starting on his own despite being the one to bring it up.]
I don't doubt your capability but it's fine. I've built the whole thing from the ground up. Engineering, bespoke programming, it's all me. If they want to implement any upgrades in the future without starting from scratch, they need me to teach the other programmers. Anything less, and it will be months of additional work just to be able to do basic troubleshooting once I've left. They'd be fools to take that risk.
[Edward distracted himself from Jason's baffling encouragement as the bike came to a halt, sitting back and dismounting, removing the helmet to pat at his hair. It was easier than dwelling on why Jason would care about his career and future plans. Leaving his current employer didn't benefit the younger man at all, and thanks to the NDAs in place, Jason knew barely anything about what Edward was working on. He'd call it an act, playing the part of the caring boyfriend, if it didn't sound so sincere. Which was still possible but if that were the case, Jason was missing his calling as an actor.
Clearing his throat once he'd done as much as he could to fix the mild case of helmet hair, Edward turned towards the entrance to the bistro. On a whim, he offered Jason his arm.] Shall we? I want to see if it lives up to the expectations you've set.
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[He followed Edward off the bike, taking off his own helmet and clipping it securely to it's lock. Edward's joined it and he made sure they were both secured and switched off before he turned back to the other man.
The sight of him fussing with his hair was endearing and Jason smiled as he reached up to give his own dark curls a little bit of a fluff. They didn't really need it, but this was the first time he was going to be out in public with Edward that wasn't a work function. The first time he just got to be himself instead of the punk biker flyboy that Edward had hired him to be. So what if he wanted to look a little presentable as he took that arm and let himself be lead into the building.
Inside, the bistro was a blend of sleek modern and wood classic and as they were greeted and taken back to a table, Jason found himself settling into his skin just that little bit more.]
Confession time: I've never actually been inside. Roy gets this place from Doordash at work. Which probably means I've tasted everything through a layer of garage grease, but hey...it was still delicious.
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Brushing those thoughts aside, he took in the interior of the bistro critically as they were led to their table. Edward settled himself in his seat and picked up the menu, giving Jason an amused look over it at the confession, lips twitching into a smirk.]
That makes me concerned for your tastebuds more than anything. If you ask them to bring you out some engine grease as a condiment, I'm leaving. [Despite the dig, he went on after another glance at the menu.] So what do you recommend?
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He smiled and thanked the hostess as he settled into his seat, taking a moment to unwrap his flatware so he could drape the napkin over one thigh. It was good manners, sure, but it was also just as simple as Jason being well aware of the fact that he'd wipe his hands on his jeans if he didn't have the napkin there. He was too used to wearing his work coveralls, which were already stained to all hell. What more was a little fry grease?
At the tease, he glanced up, feigning a bit of excitement as he twisted as if to find their waiter.]
You really think they'd have it?
[He grinned, that goofy lopsided thing from the parking garage instead of the sleezy, overly charismatic one from the party.]
A burger. That's what I'm getting, anyway. I stole a bite of Roy's last week and nearly fell off the jack I was sitting on.
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Snorting at the act and Jason's genuine smile, Edward shook his head in mock disapproval.] And that's praise - that you nearly experienced physical harm from a single bite of the food? I'm not any less worried about your sense of taste hearing that.
[He was still smirking as he waved the waiter over and ordered himself a burger, the promised truffle fries and an energy drink before looking expectantly at Jason. It didn't fit the image he tried to project among his coworkers, but it was surprisingly easy to relax and not worry about that with Jason. Maybe it was the times the younger man had listened to his frustrated complaints about those coworkers or knowing where Jason worked and what that entailed. He wouldn't examine it too closely, settling back in his seat and waiting for Jason to order. Once the waiter had left, he tilted his head curiously.]
What are your plans for the rest of the evening?
[Since Jason wouldn't be running off to another job after this. Presumably, some studying but it was possible there were other plans too.]
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To be fair, I think some engine grease might have made those cheap canapés your company serves actually edible. They seriously expect you guys to eat those? They taste like cardboard and fake caviar.
[He made a face, shaking his head as he reached out to grab a roll from the basket the waiter left behind.]
Well, Roy is taking Lian to the Gardens for the candlelight butterfly thing, so I'll have the apartment to myself for a few hours. I should study, I've got some tests coming up...but it's not often I get the kitchen to myself for any stretch of time, so I'll probably take the opportunity to restock our freezer. What about you? Any big plans in the works?
[Smearing butter on both halves of the torn open roll, he set one half on a saucer at Edward's elbow before biting into his own.]
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That's probably what they're made of. It's what happens when you want to present an image without paying the price that the reality would require. And yet they still insist on holding those events. [He sneered, the gripe a familiar one.] And I think most of those idiots don't care so long as there's free alcohol.
[Edward had no qualms with indulging a little at those functions when he wasn't driving home, but never to the extent that some did. He didn't particularly care to be impaired, particularly around people he disliked to start with.
Taking the half of the roll Jason had prepared, he took a bite as well, listening to the younger man's answer.] You spend your free time cooking?
[There was a note of amusement in his voice at the revelation. It wasn't what anyone would guess to look at Jason, but that was true of most of the things Edward knew about him, from his studies to his behaviour when not putting on an act.]
I have a few projects I'm working on. [He shrugged, once again trying to project a casual air. Jason wasn't likely to mock those projects when Edward was paying for the meal, but it had been a common enough refrain that it was hard not to expect it still.] I have a new puzzle box design I'm fine-tuning and some modding work I've nearly finished... But I'll probably get a headstart on testing for tomorrow, but there are still a lot of bugs to iron out before I'm ready to demo to investors.
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One drink wasn't enough to tilt his axis, but he made a good show of being just a little bit sloppy if Edward needed an excuse to stop talking to someone.
Smiling a little at the amusement in Edward's voice, Jason nodded and idly tore off a chunk of his roll to pop it between his lips. It wasn't the first time people got a look at his pierced eyebrow and tattooed arms and got surprised that he was the household cook. Usually those same people were just as surprised when he told them that he wasn't sleeping with Roy and did in fact sleep on the couch so that Lian could have her own room.]
Wait. Back up a second. You design puzzle boxes? Like actual puzzle boxes? That is so cool. I never even considered what it would take to design something like that, but fuck that is impressive. Would you let me see it sometime? I'll never be able to solve it, I'm sure, but I think it would be fascinating to see something like that be built."
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He blinked at Jason, freezing with the roll halfway to his mouth.] As a hobby, yes... As impressive as it is, it's not my most marketable skill.
[Edward got another moment to recover his balance when the waiter returned with their drinks. He'd expected the admission to be met with the typical confusion or polite disinterest that was the most common response - it was all better than sneering disdain for his 'idiotic waste of time'. But Jason was intent on surprising him tonight. Once the server had departed again, Edward set his roll down and cracked his energy drink open, not looking at Jason.]
If you're interested, you can have it when I'm done... I usually hide them in the city and leave clues on Reddit so people can find them. I put a code in each one so people can share and prove they solved it. There's a small community in Gotham that participates. [He glanced at Jason from the corner of his eye, assessing the younger man's reaction to that bit of frivolity.] Or I can show you the design process and construction if that's of more interest.
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[His rebuttal was interrupted by their drinks and he absently gave the waiter a practiced smile and 'thank you'. As soon as the man was gone, however, Jason's smile softened once more into his more genuine one as he unwrapped his straw and sipped at his lemonade.]
You know that most people don't care about your most 'marketable' skill, right? I think it's cool. And it's pretty clear that other people find it cool, too. On Reddit, you say? I'll have to look into it. It's like geocaching and Banksy had a love child. Very cool.
Hide it. I don't want to deprive people from what they enjoy. Besides, half the fun is finding it, right? Maybe I'll be the one to find it, who knows.
[He winked, grin widening a little before he chuckled and took another bite of his bread.]
But no hints. I don't want special treatment just because we're friends.
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/wanders back in here super late
But did you bring Starbucks?
ha, I'm too much of a coffee snob for that
XD Completely valid
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Lalala~ I totally didn't lose this in the midst of everything else~!
lol it was your turn to do so, seems fair
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