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goldenboywrites · 2 days ago

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Quintus waved him off. “Please, we just spent hundreds of dollars on junk food. They’ll want us back.” He was nearly covered in bags, the cart overfilling with his body and their purchase. “And if they do, I’ll just throw my last name out.” He wouldn’t. Quintus never liked to use his name to get things he wanted, but it was always sitting in the back of his head that he could if he needed to. If it suited him. “Plus, you know they’ll be talking all day about us. We gave them entertainment to get through the rest of their shifts.”

He handed off bags to Cesare from inside the cart until nothing was left in it but him. Cesare pushed him towards the corral. Then Quin was reaching out, snatching the tossed keys out of midair, looking down at him with slight disbelief. A place you missed. How could he when the only place he missed was being at Cesare’s side, and he was already there again?

Strong hands pulled him from the cart, but Quin’s pants snagged on the cart's edge, sending him falling forward. He anticipated the inevitable fall, but his braced hands connected with a body instead when he reached out to, expecting to hit the ground. Quin barreled into Cesare’s chest. He would have ricochetted off of his body had the man not been holding him steady. A soft ummph escaped past his lips, and Quin looked up, inches away from Cesare’s face. “Thanks,” He said breathlessly, eyes darting from Cesare’s eyes to his mouth, then back up to his eyes. It was a moment that felt like forever, standing there in Cesare’s arms. He still hadn’t let go of Quin yet. Quin didn’t want him to. He let out a shaky breath, pushing up on his tiptoes.

A ringing broke the moment. Quin leaned back on his heels and reached behind Cesare, tugging his cell phone out of his back pocket. He wasn’t surprised to see Max’s name on the screen or the stupid, goofy picture of the two of them as his contact photo. Quin turned the phone screen towards Cesare before looking at the screen again and declining his brother’s call. “Guess we’ll have to raincheck,” He said, leaning forward again to tuck Cesare’s cell phone back in his pocket. Quintus tossed the keys up for Cesare to catch and walked towards the passenger door. He pushed Cesare’s sunglasses down on his face and got back into the car when Cesare’s phone started ringing again.

It was never a secret that Quintus definetly had his own way of doing things. That had always been present and Cesare had always accepted that. It made things light and fun. And for the two of them, that was often how their time had been spent. Even when Max was around it was still good, maybe different but good nonetheless. But when he'd made the comment about not seeing these for years it stuck out to him. For what reason he couldn't exactly nail down but he still thought it odd. Wherever Quin had been sent wasn't anywhere with this chain of grocery store. It was possible. There were plenty of things on either coast and in between but he found it odd that there wasn't something similiar. Quintus, whether he liked to admit it or not, was a creature of habit when it came to things. And these cupcakes were definetly up there. He'd file that away for later. Perhaps Max would finally have some answers for himself and for Cesare after they got some time together.

"Hmm?" He quietly hummed, coming out of his thoughts and only to be meant with a vision of Quintus he wasn't sure what to do with. Cesare clicked his tongue, noticing the way his finger popped from between his lips before he started speaking again and found he couldn't look away. But that grin forced him to meet those eyes he'd looked into a thousand times before then. His heart was pounding harder than it had ever in his life. His brain was trying to convince him that he was going to have a heart attack if it kept up at that pace. But without hesitation, Cesare took the cupcake from him and licked a long, slow swipe from it's top. "Partners."

It was the better part of an hour later and he swore they had at least three employees tailing them as they checked out with what seemed like a million bags. Cesare wasn't graceful when he dumped the bags onto Quintus and paid as quickly as possible. "You know I'm never going to be allowed back in here, right?" He laughed as he pushed the messy cart and Quintus back into the parking lot. Things were starting to feel okay again. Cesare started to run in the mostly empty lot and stepped up onto the back, the cart rolling the both of them in some strange ass line in the general direction of their vehicle.

He was quick to pack the trunk up, leaving Quintus crumbled in the bottom of the cart still. Cesare put his hands on his hips and just looked at him. Of course he was soaking it in, how could he not. He sighed loudly and drew the keys out from the trunk as he slammed it shut, tossing the onto his chest as he pushed the cart towards it's corral. "Why don't you show me some place else you missed. The groceries will keep for a little while." He assured him, reaching in to help pull Quin out of the cart. Though they both could have used a lesson in inertia because as soon as he came up over the top of the rail, he was falling onto Cesare. To which he thankfully caught them both before their faces ate pavement. His face was only an inch or so away from Quin's and he fought the urge to press any closer. Feeling the other's breath on his lips sent a shiver down his spine and Cesare pulled them upright, straightening Quintus as he did so. "Guess I got a little ..." He blushed but didn't pull away. "Sound good to you?" He asked, grasping at what the fuck he was doing because Gods knew he didn't.

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