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who: Jim Kirk & Victor Frankenstein
what: a very 80's teenage date
when: June 5th
where: a drive-in cinema, and wherever else Victor decides to take Jim
warnings: definitely nsfw

Jim couldn't complain about time with Victor, these days. Since moving in together, they had gotten many opportunities to enjoy each other's company, either with Lucy or just the two of them. Still, it felt nice doing something special every once in a while. It had been the reason why Jim had decided to learn how to dance, so he could surprise Victor with a special date, but that'd have to wait until he'd had a decent number of lessons.

But until then, there were still plenty of ideas for fun, romantic dates. The idea for this one had sort of been built on a random text exchange, and Victor eventually took over the preparations, but Jim didn't mind that at all. Lucy had gone to the sitter's house directly after school, so they'd have the house all to themselves until the following day, and Jim had left work early so he could get ready for their date.

Not that he needed to try so hard, granted, but like he'd told Victor once, he still wanted to. He'd picked out a nice but still comfortable outfit— a pair of dark jeans, a fun plaid shirt, and a simple pullover in case it got chilly later in the night. Overall, an adequate outfit for the theme of the date, he thought.

Checking himself in the mirror one last time (he'd gone through a whole routine, so he looked perfectly groomed and smelled really nice too), he waited until he got a text from Victor, then he grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out the door. Victor had mentioned renting a car, so he looked around for one parked outside, possibly still running.

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He was a little surprised to hear that. But then, James was hopelessly romantic at heart, so maybe he hadn't found someone to dance with before now. That line of thought made Victor smile.

"Dancing was sort of a social obligation for me," Victor answered. "Honestly, I was a little bored whenever I had to go. And in Storybrooke, they thought I was some lecherous creep. The only date I go was during the curse, and I'm not sure that counts."

He sighed, turning his head to nuzzle into James's hair. "It was worth it for this."

He always liked hearing stories about Victor’s life, whether in the land without color or Storybrooke. He could easily imagine the doctor all dressed up and practically forced to dance, socialize and play nice at big parties, full of rich people in very flashy and expensive clothing. Vaguely he wondered if his father had ever tried to find her a wife or something. Jim could imagine that too, actually.

“Were you some lecherous creep?” he asked, brow raising with a smile. “No judgment here, by the way. I was a shameless jerk. Jumped into bed with anything willing.” And with him, it was rare to find someone who wasn’t willing.

Victor’s father had, in fact, tried to find a wife for his son. He gave up when it was clear his son’s interest in the macabre wouldn’t endear him toward women. Victor had to think about the question before answering.

“I did stare at another woman’s ass while on a date,” he admitted, “but she was rambling on about kids and true love on a first date.” And he was pretty sure Ruby had leaned over like that on purpose, though he never asked her. “Aside from accidentally having an affair, I can’t really say I was much of a creep. And to be fair,” he went on, “her cursed self was single.”

“If she wasn’t married in her cursed life, I’m pretty sure technically that doesn’t count,” he pointed out, not particularly bothered by that piece of information. He was all about technicalities like that.

He narrowed his eyes a bit playfully at Victor. “I better not catch you checking out some other woman’s ass during one of our dates.” You know, not that he’s prone to talking about kids and true love, but he could.

"That's what I said," Victor agreed. And as he had delivered the Charmings' son, that part of their history had since been forgotten.

James's comment made him snort. "Please. The only ass I'm interested in staring at is yours." He reached down to give it a firm squeeze. "Especially when you wear tight pants or those briefs I like."

Jim winked and smiled at the both of them thinking the same way. Jim had never been much of a stickler regarding monogamy, anyway. At least not when he was younger.

He gasped when Victor groped him, pressing up closer to the doctor. “Mm, maybe I should’ve worn briefs for this date... sorry for that terrible oversight.”

Honestly, James could wear the baggiest clothes and have his hair a mess, and Victor would still find him to be the most attractive person in the room. Still, Victor gave him a little swat on the ass.

"You'll just have to remember next time."

Jim knew very well that Victor didn’t actually mind him wearing boxers, but he still liked the way Victor said that, and particularly that light swat on his ass.

“I don’t know... if that’s the reaction I get, I might not ever wear briefs again.”

He chuckled, nibbling lightly on James's earlobe. "Mmmm. Like going commando? Might be worth it. If you ask nicely, I may do it again."

“Well... you’d leave more of an impression that way.” Or his hand would, to be more precise. He bit at his own lower lip, both hands moving to cup Victor’s neck. “How nicely? If I say ‘please’, if I pout or get on my knees?”

Victor swayed them for a while, as if he needed to think over his options. "Tough choices. You're pretty cute when you pout." He kissed along James's jaw. "Try that."

“Thought I was always cute,” he said playfully, reluctantly pulling back so he could purse his lips in a soft pout for Victor, eyebrows knitting together and all.

"You are, babe," Victor assured him, kissing the pursed lips gently. He pulled back, snagging the bottom lip with his teeth and sucking on it as he gave James's ass another slap.

"You're so cute I just want to take you home," he added, laughing a little.

He let out a soft little yelp, grinning and giggling at the slap to his ass. That contact was of course enough to get Jim to press even closer to Victor again.

“But you.are taking me home,” he pointed out. Maybe not right now, sure— but Jim wouldn’t mind going now either. As long as Victor was with him, he didn’t mind where he was.

He loved it when they were this close. He could feel every line of James's body, how their heights made them perfectly slotted together in all the right places. Like their mouths, as he demonstrated by pressing in for another light kiss.

"I am, but we don't have to go just yet. Unless you want to save the rest of this for when we get home." He gave James's ass a gentle little pat.

He returned the kiss all too happily, his hands running softly through Victor’s hair. “No. I’m not in a rush. And I am enjoying our date,” he said. He was curious for what Victor had in store for them, includintg what he’d planned for their dinner.

"We should do this more often, then," Victor noted. "At least once a week, we need to get away somewhere." Even if "away" meant just walking through town, he would do that for time alone with James. Victor swayed them for a while longer, sneaking in a few kisses.

"Hungry?" he asked after a moment. "Thirsty?"

“Agreed.” Whether a longer trip that took them farther away, or just a date night like tonight, they really had to do this, make time just for the two of them every so often. All they had to do was make sure someone would take care of Lucy overnight (or a few days, at most), and that obviously wasn't difficult.

I could eat something. Drink, too. Planned something, or are we winging it?”

“Mmmmno, no real plans.” Most of the time he cooked or they did it together as a family. That was all very well, but this time he would let someone else be the chef. “I’ll take you wherever you want to eat. Get a nice bottle of wine, and after we can go home and I’ll work out all the kinks you got from lying on the car.”

All right, so maybe he had a few plans. Though he would hate to break their current closeness.

“Hmm, that all does sound wonderful,” he sighed, pulling back a little. He was reluctant to move away too, but it was for a good cause. “Come on, then. Let’s put on some clothes and go get dinner. Then I wanna see what magic you can do with those hands of yours.”

Okay, he knew very well just how much magic Victor was capable of with his hands, but an actual massage was definitely something new.

“I’m called a wizard for a reason, babe,” Victor told him. He grabbed their clothes, putting on James’s plaid shirt. He wanted to see how it would look, and if James would like the move the way Victor liked it whenever James wore his clothes. He was, in fact, hoping James would go along with the clothes switch.

“Oh, I know,” he winked at Victor. A smile took over his features when the doctor put on his shirt, and he immediately reached out, tugging on the fabric. “You make me want to take your clothes off all over again like this.”

Despite his words, he started buttoning up the shirt, then reached for Victor’s t-shirt and put it on himself before getting his trousers next.

Victor grinned, leaning in a little. “So you’re saying I look good in plaid.” He obediently stayed still while James worked the buttons, then grabbed his pants and shoes to finish dressing. He shot a glance over at James, his eyes doing an appreciative once-over. Whether he was naked, dressed or somewhere between, Victor loved the way James looked.

As he said, he had no real dinner plans. So wherever James wanted to stop was fine with him, and until then Victor would drive them around so they could take in the city at night.

“You look good in anything,” he hummed with a grin, as he caught Victor’s jacket and shrugged it on next. “And in nothing at all, too.”

He leaned in for a last kiss before collecting the blanket and lube, then getting back into the car. The place he picked wasn’t particularly fancy, more like a fast food diner, but they were served quickly and it was pretty cheap. All in all it matched the tone of their date, and after a bit of walking around to help the food down, they went back home, blissfully empty for the night so they could enjoy each other’s company to the fullest.

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