#eat up donald ferguson mob

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I don't know why but I feel like Donald would hate the feeling of his lips being chapped so he would always keep Chapstick on him at all times. Of course if your lips were chapped he would offer you some. And in case you don't like the one he offered first, you bet your ass he has three different kinds in his jacket pocket to offer you. Instead of carrying change, this man is carrying Chapstick.

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A Traveler’s Guide to the Best Bets in Las Vegas

I have spent a lot of money in Las Vegas, and I don’t gamble much. I’ve paid $250 for a Cirque du Soleil ticket, taken a gondola down the faux canals of Venice for $60 and, on occasion, vastly exceeded my wine budget.

Las Vegas thrives on convincing visitors to splurge, which I considered when Lady Gaga opened her concert residency at the Park Theater. Recently, tickets for the back-row center balcony were selling for $466 (fans in the front row were paying $2,500).

Value, of course, is subjective. But price creep on the Strip, as the casino-lined stretch of Las Vegas Boulevard is known, is objective, as resort fees at several high-end casinos rose $6 to $45 a night this year. Rooms, food, drinks and entertainment are increasingly important money makers for casinos, where gaming revenue has fallen from nearly 62 percent in 1984 to a little under 43 percent in 2018, according to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.

On a quest to find value, I spent three days riding buses, hunting for cheap and tasty eats, and sampling bargain entertainment. Here’s what I found.

Take the bus

There is one certain money-saver in Las Vegas: the bus. The city of endless traffic lights and taxi fleets is a tangle to transit. Even ride shares are expensive; I took an Uber less than one mile one evening and it cost $8.

But the bus system is affordable and reasonably efficient, especially if you stick to the Strip. A double-decker bus called the Deuce runs 24 hours between downtown and Mandalay Bay resort. A two-hour pass costs $6; an all-day pass costs $8.

I bought a $20 three-day pass and got access to the entire transit system, including a clean, spacious and uncrowded bus from the airport to the Strip, which paid off on that first ride.

Everything about taking the bus, of course, takes a little longer. I waited for 10 minutes at the airport terminal, rather than just hopping in a cab. After a few stops, I connected to a Strip-bound bus at the South Strip Transfer Terminal, a mass transit hub, which was easy to navigate.

The payoff to this relatively slow form of travel was a scenic ride past the Welcome to Las Vegas sign and other landmarks. Other than the Deuce, which can be dominated by tourists, most of the buses I rode were used by local workers and students, with a rare sprinkling of visitors.

Eat off the beaten path

On the suggestion of a friend, I bussed from the airport directly to Tacos El Gordo — a 60-minute trip (I missed the 108 bus, which gets there in about half the time). With roots in Tijuana, Mexico, the cheerfully crowded taco stand in a nondescript strip mall between downtown and the Strip features a row of meat carvers behind the counter, ready to shave spit-marinating pork into pliant corn tortillas ($2.60). Two tacos topped with chopped onions and cilantro made a bargain meal. I was lucky to get a table.

It’s not that you can’t eat cheaply on the Strip. Donald Contursi, the owner of Lip Smacking Foodie Tours, introduced me to several specials, including the $29 three-course lunch, which includes creamy Greek spreads such as tzatziki and grilled fish at Estiatorio Milos, and $5 happy hour appetizers at Mr. Chow. At Eataly, a bustling new food hall that anchors the Park MGM hotel in a space that could double as a train station, focaccia slices sold from $2.90.

But by wandering farther afield, I found intriguing and affordable food. Downtown, I wandered from the dimly lit Downtown Cocktail Room, lively with locals during “halfy hour,” when my $12 Paloma was $6 (Monday through Saturday 4 to 7 p.m.), to the new robata bar Hatsumi at Fergusons Downtown, a former motel now housing restaurants, shops and co-working spaces. Decorated in cartoon monsters, Hatsumi served skewered meats ($2 to $6 each) to the mostly under-40 urbanites who are repopulating downtown Las Vegas.

A friend who lives in another gentrifying neighborhood, the Arts District, guided me to Able Baker Brewing Company, an industrial spot with the brew kettles in the back named for the first two atomic bombs, Able and Baker, detonated at the Nevada Test Site north of town in 1951. Here we had juicy I.P.A.s (most pints, $5 to $8) and generous pork banh mi sandwiches ($9). On the cusp of the Arts District, I paid $6.50 for a chicken-stuffed arepa, or corn cake folded taco-style, at the Venezuelan Viva Las Arepas, a low-key quick service spot where I watched Latin American telenovelas with the office lunch crowd.

Through Eater, which has a thorough guide on cheap eating in town, I discovered Takopa, a tiny and friendly Japanese spot where I sat at the bar and watched the cooks prepare their specialty fried octopus fritters (four for $4.95) in Chinatown, a neighborhood filled with pan-Asian dining deals that required two buses to reach, but worth every bite.

Beware resort fees

Cheap hotels aren’t hard to come by in Las Vegas, though rates vary with business and event traffic. My spacious $40 room at the El Cortez Hotel & Casino downtown was $100 the previous week when several conventions were in town.

Wherever you stay in Las Vegas, you’re bound to have sticker shock because enticing offers — $19 a night! — don’t include resort fees, which run about $25 to $45 a night. The $25 fee at El Cortez brought my nightly rate to $65, still a good deal for an updated room — with lime green walls and Art-Deco-style, black-and-white décor — in-room coffee and a ground-floor gym.

For a real retro stay, downtown’s 1906-vintage Golden Gate Hotel & Casino has 10 original rooms — small but updated for those who just need a bed — that often sell for $25, plus a $25 resort fee.

Attractions worth the admission

When it comes to cultural attractions in Las Vegas, expect to pay. The Mob Museum charges $29.95 admission, but if you’re interested in history, you’ll get your money’s worth learning about the role of Prohibition in establishing organized crime at the former post office and courtroom where hearings were held on the subject in 1950.

Also uniquely Las Vegas, the Neon Museum preserves the city’s castoff signage. I paid $24 for the 25-minute night show “Brilliant,” which syncs light and sound to reanimate the otherwise dark signs. The separate tour of the regular collection, called the Boneyard, costs $30.

During my stay, the lowest ticket available for “Run,” the new Cirque du Soleil show, was $79, or $105 with fees. Instead, I spent $37 ($52 with fees) to take in “The Mac King Comedy Magic Show” at Harrah’s Las Vegas, a daytime-only delight starring the Kentucky-born star who manages to entertain all ages with surprising tricks, sly humor and hilarious interactions with audience volunteers.

“Being the affordable show has been good for me,” said Mr. King, who started out in 2000 with tickets at $10. “Now it’s like buying an airplane ticket with all the fees.”

Freebies by the mile

In three days, I walked 22 miles and didn’t really notice given the entertaining hustlers en route. On my walks I saw costumed showgirls posing for pictures, listened to a classical violinist and passed up one gentleman who offered, according to his sign, “to do something weird” for $1.

When I needed a break, I went to the wildlife habitat at the Flamingo hotel and casino. At 2 p.m. daily, a keeper feeds two rescued California brown pelicans, Bugsy and Virginia — named for Benjamin (Bugsy) Siegel, who built the original Flamingo in 1946, and his girlfriend Virginia Hill — and calls out to the other exotic waterfowl, including Chilean flamingos. The rare smoke-free haven provided benches (also rare) and complimentary Wi-Fi.

Among free tours, I attended an “open house” at “Ka,” the high-tech Cirque du Soleil show at the MGM Grand. It essentially functions as a 30-minute sales pitch for the show, but offers a fascinating look at the 80,000-pound rotating stage and other wizardry.

Another morning, I signed up with the concierge at the Park MGM for a free art tour of the garden-themed resort and was introduced to contemporary works by Guy Yanai and David Hockney. Similarly, the nearby Aria resort offers tours and a self-guided map to sculptures by Maya Lin and Henry Moore.

Downtown’s free attraction, the Viva Vision light show at the Freemont Street Experience, projected on a 1,500-foot-long overhead video screen, attracted more buskers. But the real payoff was at Gold Spike, a former casino billed as an “adult playground” (free admission). Instead of gambling, there’s a bar, co-working spaces and indoor games like cornhole, and a vast outdoor yard where I caught a soulful set from Cimirriar Deniece, a local singer.

On my return to the airport, I stopped at the nearby Pinball Hall of Fame (free admission) and spent $5, one quarter at a time, playing games that went back as far as 1964, the kind of slot machines that pay off in joy.

Bottom line: The cost of my trip was about $350 for a three-day stay in Las Vegas.

Sahred From Source link Travel

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It was a particular rough day at work today. Your boss was on you for times than you could count, coworkers were irate at you for no reason, and you accidently dropped your lunch today on the floor and had to settle with the vending machine. By the time you got into your car to leave for the day, you were already dreading being home. Not that there wasn't anything wrong with being home, but the thought of getting home and dealing with the dishes and laundry, it overwhelmed you to no end.

"You gotta do it. It's only fair." You mumble to yourself.

As the house came into view, you squinted your eyes to see if you were really seeing what you were seeing. A silver Audi SUV in the driveway. That was your husband's vehicle and it was parked in y'alls driveway.

"Donald is home?" You say outloud as you pulled in and parked in your respective spot next to his SUV.

This was unusual for him to be home so early. Normally you are the first one to always arrive home and then couple of hours later he would be due to arrive home. So the fact he was home pretty early concerned you more than anything. You turned your vehicle off and rushed inside.

"Donald?" You call out but immediately froze.

The place was..spotless. Just from the living room alone, it was clean and you could even smell that even the carpet was freshly clean. Not that it needed it badly but the smell of it was nice.

"Welcome home, love."

Donald appeared from the kitchen. He was already in his after work clothes which consisted of a white polo shirt, some khaki pants and he had on white socks, which told you the carpet was freshly clean which prompted you to quickly take your shoes off and put them on the shoe rack you both had.

"Oh sorry, Donald." You apologized.

"Don't apologize, it's quite alright. You made it home that's what matters." Donald reassured you.

After putting your shoes on the shoe rack, you turned back to Donald.

"I didn't expect you to be home so early. You usually aren't." You mention.

"I may or may not have persuaded, Cecil to let me go early for the day."

You giggled at his comment.

"What's the occasion?" You ask.

Donald tenderly grabbed your hand as he led you to the dining room table, which was adjacent to the kitchen. There was a candle lit in the middle and side by side was two wine glasses filled halfway with white wine, and a plate occupying with your favorite meal. It looked divine. Your eyes wandered and realized that the kitchen was indeed spotless as well. Those dishes you were worried about weren't there like they were this morning.

"Oh Donald.."

Donald got closer as he held you by your hips and brought you close to him. He moved any strand of hair that was in your face. Donald's touch was soft and tender, always.

"You seemed stressed out the past couple of days. I figured I'd try and help with said stress." Donald confessed.

Your heart raced, but in a good way. Your husband took the initiative to try and help you out. You always took the chore load and housework since Donald works a much demanding job but sometimes it stressed you out considering you sometimes felt like you weren't good enough.

"I just.."

"T-This doesn't mean you haven't been doing good. You always are. I just figured I would help out." Donald added.

You chuckled.

"It's okay, Don. You should know that you know I wouldn't think of you that way."

You leaned in and placed your hands on his shoulders, his hands stayed at your hips, and you closed the gap between you both. It was just a small peck, but it was nothing but passion and love between you two. I hugged him tightly and he did as well.

"I know you can hug me tighter than that." You tease.

"If I do I may crush you into a mush." Donald teased back.

You chuckled. Although the whole thing of him being rebuilt and his brain being put into a fake synthetic metal body came as a shock to both of you, but you both warmed up to it fairly quickly. You were both happy to be together once more. Donald was his normal self and there was nothing, besides physically, different about him. You both pulled away, kissed again and sat down to enjoy dinner. Donald was full open ears as you vented about your boss and your day at work. It hurt him to know you were dealing with that. He had an itch of something to say but he waited patiently for you to finish.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, love." Donald apologized.

"Ah, it's okay, Donald. You don't need to apologize though."

"I, uh actually have something I need to tell you."

"Oh, what is it?" You ask.

Donald got up from his seat and headed to the living room, to the corner were the record player was at. If there was one thing about Donald, he loved physical media. DVDs, CDs, records, you name it. He surfed through them eventually pulling one out. The Rolling Stones. Sounds about right. Donald put the record in and the music started. Before Donald could turn around, you got up from your seat and approached him.

"May I have this dance, sir?"

"Of course." Donald smiled.

Donald held one hand on your hip and the other holding your hand up and you did the same. You both swayed your hips to the music. The fireplace crackling and the sun setting set the mood even more. It was absolutely romantic.

"Soo?"

"Hm?"

"What did you want to tell me?" You ask.

Donald chuckled. He continued to sway with you to the music for a moment longer but it was just so he could gather up the right words to say.

"Cecil spoke with me today."

"Oh? About what?" You ask.

Donald cleared his throat.

"He is moving me to a different department."

You feel your heart drop. You didn't know if this would be a great thing or a horrible thing.

"Oh, where at?" You ask.

"He wants me to start working with Mark and them and the Guardians. Not so much training them but keep a close eye on them and reporting back to him on stuff like that and such. It would be better hours, better pay, and I would have more free time." Donald explained to you.

Your heart leaped with joy. That's literally what you have been begging for internally. More time with Donald. More time with your husband.

"Donald..is that what you want?" You ask.

"Yes. It is, love. I want to spend more time with you. That is why I said yes."

You were overwhelmed but happy. Happy you would be able to spend more time with Donald and be an actual couple together. The record suddenly scratched to a stop, indicating it was done. You let go of Donald so he could change it. Donald put The Rolling Stones away and put The Cranberries on next. Once the record started again, he came back to you and this time you had your hands around his neck and he had both of his hands on your hips.

"So what would your new schedule be like?"

"I will actually have a two days off which I picked to match with yours. But.." Donald paused.

"What's up?"

"I know that job hasn't been kind to you. I hate seeing you upset and mad about it. And this is only if you want to because I know there is another career you would rather pursue. But you can quit your job and pursue the career you want to pursue."

"Donald. Are you sure? I don't know how long it would take to kick off I don't want you to have to always be bringing in the money." You said with concern.

"I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it, my love. You deserve to be happy and comfortable. Just be my other half, my rock, and my everything. That's all I ask."

You leaned and placed a passionate kiss onto his lips. He kissed back, holding you even closer than he already was and squeezing you tightly.

"I can do that." You say with a smirk.

Donald giggled.

"You're too good for me, Ferguson."

"As well you are to me, Ferguson." Donald said back to you.

Even through his thick lensed glasses, you could see the sparkle and shimmer in his eyes. The love he has for you. Donald would do anything for you to make sure you were loved and taken care of. He loved you very much and wanted to be with you for in every which way. This moment right now, the two of you slow dancing to the record player playing at a good volume with the lights on dim was proof of that.

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A/N: I literally came up with this on the fly and made it up as I went. I hope y'all enjoy it :)

[asprinkleoftism]

Sweet & Savory

Cecil Stedman x Donald Ferguson Short

About: Needing to wind down after a rough week, Cecil and Donald take a trip to the local state fair.

Notes: Idea, headcanons and picture credit goes to @hermitduck. Thank you for giving me the idea to write it as well as the picture for the cover here. No warnings apply here. Just cutesy stuff. Hope you enjoy :3

The sun was nearly resting for the night and the event was just getting started. All of the lights were flashy, the rides were going, and people laughing as well as screaming from having fun and being on the rides.

"Is this going to be too much for you?" Cecil broke the silence.

"N-No. No, sir." Donald reassured him.

"Donald, we aren't at work. You don't need to call me, sir." Cecil reminded Donald with a small smile.

Donald softly smiled back.

The two of them had just arrived and there was a lot of people here. Granted it was a Friday night but it was the only time they would be able to go together. Both Cecil and Donald worked hand and hand at the GDA and it was a bucket of stress 24/7. It wasn't until they started going on lunch together and even hanging out after hours that there was a spark between them. A very powerful spark. They confirmed their feelings for each other not too long ago but wanted to take it slow, feel it out for a while and go out and do stuff, like they were right now. Cecil only asked Donald that because, despite in the field of work he is, crowds tend to overwhelm him and Cecil just wanted to make sure Donald was okay. They weren't really officially together but Cecil was already taking on that role of being Donald's significant other. Little did Cecil know, Donald was doing the same for him.

"Was there anything specific you wanted to do, si-I mean-Cecil?" Donald asked, breaking work mode out of him.

Cecil took notice of that, softly chuckling to himself.

"Yes, actually." Cecil answered.

Donald followed Cecil as they went to do whatever Cecil wanted. The fair was Donald's idea but he wanted to make sure Cecil did what he wanted to do. In fact, Donald didn't care what they did as long as they were together. They both arrived at one of the food tents, which piqued Donald's interest as to what Cecil was going to get.

"Welcome, what can I get you two?" The worker asked.

"Do y'all sell whole pickles here?" Cecil asked.

"We do."

"Okay, I will take a whole jar of pickles."

"You got it!" The worker said.

'A whole jar of ..pickles?' Donald thought.

Never in a million years did Donald think Cecil would order something like that.

"Anything else for y'all?" The worker asked.

Cecil turned with a light and soft expression on his face, his blue-grey eyes staring right through Donald's lenses. Donald felt put on the spot a little bit but he knew Cecil was just making sure Donald did or didn't want something.

"Just a hotdog is fine with me." Donald answered.

"Throw in some deep fried Oreos and a funnel cake for me please." Cecil added as he took out his wallet.

'Funnel cake? Cecil doesn't like funnel cake.' Donald thought to himself.

Cecil paid for the food and after just a few moments the food was ready. The hotdog and pickles came first.

"Here you go. Do you want any ketchup or anything like that?" Cecil offered.

"Oh uh no, just the way it is is good, Cecil."

Cecil then handed the hotdog to Donald. His fingers gently grazed Donald's for a second, causing Donald's heart to leap for a millisecond. The feeling was foreign to him and it nearly made him shake.

"Th-Thank you."

Cecil noticed Donald's stuttering. For the years they have worked together, Cecil knew Donald only did that under intense or emotional situations. So the fact he was stuttering now concerned him slightly.

"Are you-Oh thank you." Cecil was cut off by being handed the Oreos and funnel cake.

Cecil then handed Donald the funnel cake, which furthered Donald's rapid heartrate.

"I didn't think this was for me."

"Well, it is. Deal with it." Cecil said with a smirk as they both walked off with their food.

Despite Cecil's restlessness, they both found a table to sit at and eat. Cecil has never gone out and do something for himself let alone with a..date. I guess this would be considered a date. Cecil was always so busy dealing with stuff he never had the time to go out and do anything, let alone catch feelings for his coworker. He never would've imagined it, not in a million years.

"Cecil?"

How did he manage to catch feelings for his right hand man? Was it the way he was loyal to him? Or the way his eyes sparkled upon making eye contact with him? Or the way Donald never once underestimated Cecil and for what he does?

"Cecil."

Cecil was immediately knocked out his deep thoughts. He made eye contact with Donald who had a concerned, but soft expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" Donald asked.

"Yeah, Donald. I'm alright." Cecil answered as he started to chow down on the pickles.

Donald was morbidly surprised seeing his boss, and possible new partner, go to town on some pickles. He couldn't recall if Cecil ever mentioned liking pickles or maybe he did this because he has never had a chance to order junk food at a food tent at a fair. Cecil didn't open up much. Hell, him confirming similar feelings and agreeing to this was the most he has ever opened up to Donald. Donald started eating on his food as Cecil was nearly done with his pickle jar.

Slrrrpp

Donald nearly choked on his funnel cake seeing Cecil start to drink the pickle juice like it was water. Cecil took notice of Donald staring.

"Want some?" Cecil let out a soft chuckle seeing that.

"U-uh, I'm good, sir." Donald silently cursed at himself for calling him sir again.

It was a habit that would be hard to break if this goes anywhere.

Cecil chuckled to himself as he finished gulping down the pickle juice.

"Refreshing." Cecil said as he threw the jar away.

"Can I ask you something, Cecil?"

"Shoot."

"Have you ever been to a fair? At least, as an adult." Donald asked.

"Well, to tell you the truth, Donald. No, no I haven't. Not since I was a little kid. I will be honest, I don't even know what to do with myself here, but it's..it's a nice change of pace." Cecil gave Donald a warm smile in response, remembering that this was indeed Donald's idea.

Donald smiled back.

"O-Of course, Cecil. I'm happy to be able to give you that change of pace." Donald said.

Cecil's eyes wandered over the entire setting of the fair. There was some fair games as well as some rides. He didn't know what to do next, the possibilities were endless. Cecil began working on the fried oreo and thought of Donald.

"Fried Oreo?" Cecil offered.

"Oh, uh, no thanks. I am not super big on sweets."

"Really? These shits are basically my kryptonite."

Donald let out a soft chuckle, liking the tension between them. The two of them finally finished the rest of their food and tossed it into the trash.

"So what did you want to do next?" Donald asked.

Cecil sighed deeply.

"Lead the way."

"Are you sure?" Donald asked.

"Yep, but it's quite crowded here so I'm doing this so we don't get separated." Cecil said.

Before Donald could even respond, he felt Cecil snake his hand onto his, interlocking his fingers onto Donald's. Donald felt like his chest was going to explode and all of the words in his mouth ceased to exist. He couldn't do anything but look straight.

"Okay, Cecil." Donald held back, feeling as though this felt right.

It felt right. Cecil smiled upon Donald's reaction. He mostly did it to see Donald's reaction to it, but because he wanted to, though he probably wouldn't admit it. Donald led Cecil to a fair game which was a dart throwing balloon game. Cecil kept missing while Donald managed to hit a balloon every single time even without trying.

"Your aim is great, Donald." Cecil commented.

"I guess so."

They then went to a ring tossing game which Cecil was slightly better at but Donald still excelled at without trying.

"Is this some secret talent of yours you haven't told me about, Donald?" Cecil slightly teased.

"I uh guess so, sir." Donald said.

Cecil chuckled, keeping a grip hold on his hand. Cecil's eyes went to a food tent and Donald gently pulled him back towards him, making their shoulders touch.

"Oh come on, I can't have anything else?" Cecil joked.

"Well, you've had a lot this past hour that we have been here. I don't want you to get sick or anything." Donald said.

"Aw you taking a caring to me, Donald?"

Donald didn't respond, in fact he didn't know how to respond.

'You have no idea, sir.' is what Donald wanted to say but he didn't know if the timing was right or not. Cecil just chuckled upon Donald's silence. He knew he was giving Donald a hard time and he was slightly enjoying it. Donald stopped and in close view was the Ferris wheel.

"What are you thinking?" Cecil asked.

"Oh, only if you want to."

"That would be nice." Cecil agreed.

Donald and Cecil stood in line for the Ferris wheel. There was a lot of commotion going on around them and despite only being here for an hour, both of them were tired. They both decided that after the Ferris wheel they would both head home. Cecil eventually realized that they weren't holding hands anymore for whatever reason. He would've done it if it weren't for him feeling Donald's pinky curl around his. Cecil smiled to himself upon feeling that and took his hand into his. Eventually it was time for the two of them to get into a cart. Miraculously, the ride attendant let them sit side by side to each other and they had the whole cart to themselves. They slipped the protective belt onto themselves as the cart started taking them up and up with continuous stops. Cecil felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and was about to look until the ride came to a sudden stop.

"Damn, guess we are stuck up here." Cecil commented.

"Y-Yeah." Donald stuttered.

Cecil looked and found Donald sinking into the seat a little, looking completely straight ahead as if he was focused on something. It could only be one thing.

"Are you afraid of heights, Donald?" Cecil asked.

"A little." Donald mumbled, hoping Cecil wouldn't hear him.

"Really? I never would've expected that out of you."

"Well to be frank, sir, I didn't expect you to be a big sweets person." Donald fired back with, making Cecil chuckle.

"You're funny."

Donald smiled in response. There was an aching question in the back of Donald's mind that he was aching to ask. But Cecil took notice of Donald's slight shakiness.

"We will be down in a second, Donald. We aren't going anywhere." Cecil reassured Donald.

"Kind of funny. We stare at death all the time with our work and yet here I am trying not to have a panic attack over being stuck up high." Donald said.

"I know. You make those things easier though." Cecil admitted.

Donald turned and looked at Cecil. He wasn't sure what Cecil meant by that. If there was hidden meaning behind it or not.

"Sir?"

"Donald.."

Donald felt as though he said something wrong. He turned more to face Cecil. But then he remembered that he called him sir when Cecil has already told him multiple times to just call him Cecil. He has called him sir for many, many years now so it was hard not not to call him sir.

"S-Sorry-"

Donald was cut off in a second by Cecil. Cecil leaned in, holding Donald's cheek with one of his hands, and placed his lips onto his. Donald felt as though he was going to explode, he could hardly contain himself. His boss, his crush, his possible partner was kissing him. Cecil's lips were very rough and chapped against Donald's soft, smooth ones but he recuperated back. He kissed back, holding his hand tightly as if though if he didn't, Cecil would disappear. Donald didn't want Cecil to disappear. He couldn't bear it. The gap broke apart as Cecil pulled his lips away, slightly moving away from Donald, but keeping close.

"I don't think I have ever seen your face that red before, Donald." Cecil teased.

"I-It is?"

Cecil chuckled.

"I'm only playing."

Cecil couldn't believe it himself that he kissed Donald but he was even more happy that Donald kissed back. In that moment, there was temporary peace and quiet. It was just him and Donald in that minute and nobody else and it felt..great. Cecil has never had a moment of peace to himself before and he just got it, with his right hand man. Cecil couldn't really see it but he knew that even with those sunglasses on, Donald was staring right at him. His deep brown eyes staring into his blue grey ones. It all felt right. Donald squeezed Cecil's hand with some shakiness.

"What's on your mind, Donald?"

"Sir, Cecil.." Donald paused as he corrected himself. "Will you..will you give me a chance? I feel like we could work together. I won't let it get in the way at work. I promise you that. I just feel like we belong."

Cecil was surprised upon hearing Donald's confession but he took it in full swing. Donald leaned in and placed a delicate but soft kiss onto Cecil's hand. Feeling Donald's soft lips on Cecil's calloused but rough hand nearly made him cry. When was the last time he had this kind of moment with someone? It feels like forever. Donald looked back up and made eye contact back with Cecil, awaiting his answer.

"Yes." Cecil answered and kissed Donald again.

This time the kiss was longer and more passionate. It felt right, that's all they both could think. They only pulled away when the ferris wheel started back up and they started the decent down. As they both left the fair, their hands were interlocked together and they remained close. They were smiling at each other and even telling jokes to each other. Both of them were coming out of their shells and they both knew there was more to come for the two of them in the near future.

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