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“I’m spending the entire day with you, I don’t need to look forwards to anything else,” Eros commented with a little pout, pressing a playful kiss to Riley’s jaw and eventually giving in. He could wait. For his boyfriend, he could be patient for this.
“I know! But this way I get to impress you, see you all dolled up and I get to do something I want! Killing three birds with one stone!” The German gushed out excitedly, hands clasping together at his waist once the other got up. Eros had already turned up in a shirt and trousers, his suit jacket in the car - pressed and ready to be put on. Of course he’d planned this, had the tickets pre-ordered for a while, but he could pretend it was spontaneous. Occasionally, Eros missed mingling with socialites, and ballet was perfect for that. “Wear a goofy little bowtie! I love you in little bowties!”

Riley shook his head, “No, no,” He laughed, perching himself on Eros’ lap, letting his hands fall to his shoulders. “You’ll get it later when we come back,” He kissed his lips softly, speaking against them. “Something to look forward to.” He cupped his face, running his thumb over his cheek and down along his jawline.
Ballet? “I know you do, I’ve seen you dance, remember?” He smiled, shaking his head again. “No, hey, I’d love to go. As long as…you want to right? You know you don’t have to do anything to impress me,” He chuckled. “I’m already yours.” He looked down at himself. “Though if we’re going somewhere nice I’m going to need to change. Can’t show up at the ballet looking like a slob.” He pulled back off his lap and twirled playfully, smirking at him before moving into his bedroom. He hummed as he went through his closet, submerging himself in his clothes to try and find a nice suit to wear. The ballet. Amazing, he hadn’t done something so fancy in a long time. Though he couldn’t deny that he was excited.
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“No, I do,” Eros didn't know how to explain how much this meant to him, having a proper birthday with someone he wanted to be with.”I haven’t had a real birthday in a while,” It was as much as he was willing to admit about past experiences.
“Really?” The spark in his eyes gave away the excitement he felt, perching on the edge of the sofa with a grin a mile wide.”Can I have it now? Pleeeease?” As impatient as ever, legs swinging childishly. Pursing his lips in thought about what he wanted to do, Eros pursed his lips, quickly pulling up his phone and tapping the screen a few times. Searching for what he knew he wanted.”So...me, you, Swan Lake? The ballet, I mean, they Royal Theatre Company are travelling to perform it and - If you don’t like, I can do something else or go on my own, but...I like ballet,”
Riley chuckled, drawing the other close against his chest before lazily stroking his back. “You’re welcome. You don’t have to thank me.” He let his hands linger along his waist, squeezing before nipping at his lower lip. Eros loved the balloons, he didn’t even have to say anything for Riley to see it in his eyes. Good. This was starting exactly the way he had pictured it. He allowed him to come inside, wondering if he should take him into the cake or wait.
“I have something else too but it can wait until we come back home.” He said brightly, pushing away one of the fish balloons before nodding his head. “Fancy?” He’d need to change then but that was more than alright. He wasn’t going to knock an opportunity to dress up. “Yeah, I’d love to. Whatever you want, it’s your day.” His fingers gently closed around his wrist, thumb tracing his pulse point. “What did you have in mind?”
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He'd been pumpkin choosing for an entirely different reason - Eros hoped that if he bought one and brought it to his boyfriend, that he'd be able to make him pumpkin-something. Or maybe calve it with him, whatever. Seeing Taylor there in deep thought though made him snigger slightly, especially when he was spotted.“You're such a fucking dork,”
Taylor stood at the edge of the first row of pumpkins, chewing on his nail in thought. “I could…” he mumbled to himself, trailing off before he could finish the idea. “Or I could totally…” The sound of leaves crunching behind him shook him from his thoughts as he craned his neck around to see who it was.
#taylor#:ooooo i bet people are spooked solid!#>tfw you live in england and nobody takes halloween srsly....
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with tears in my eyes i begged you to stay, you said “hey man, i love you but no fucking way”
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i present u beeb: the tiniest man of them all
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He gaped at the balloons, mouth parted slightly because - wow. wow. He felt 8 again, brown eyes big with an awe that could almost be child-like. Eros might've joked back, but he couldn't, still getting used to the idea of someone appreciating and liking him enough to do this for him...the thought train was stopped at the kiss.“Thankyou,” He breathed out softly, walking inside the apartment."You - I like the balloons,"
Hovering around the outer of the place for a few moments, Eros hung up his jacket like a good house guest, wondering if there was anything else besides mass balloon rooms. "So," The German began, looking around."I've been thinking about what I wanna do today, and I don't want it to be like the last birthday I had," Which included staying in an expensive hotel room all day and lazily fucking his ex."I want to do something...classy, you up for it?"
“Matt Bomer?” He teased with a grin as he opened the door to Eros. He was surrounded by a wall of balloons, all different colors, some in the shapes of fish and starfish cause why the hell not. “Oh wait, it’s just you. You’ll do,” He tugged him forward into a kiss, mumbling against his lips. “Happy birthday baby.”
Riley hoped he wasn’t doing too much but he had the sense that he had to do something, not that he wouldn’t have anyways but, with Eros’ ex being a fucking jerk off…he knew that he wanted to do something special for him. Regardless of the fact Riley was dating the boy that could basically had anything he wanted with the snap of his fingers, he hoped he was at least doing something right. He had baked him a cake too.
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Birthdays were often a strange affair for Eros - up until being 13, he'd had extravagent parties with his friends and families at his home in Germany, so many presents and enough food to make him vomit. But times changed, and people changed, and for years birthdays became nothing more than him getting stinking drunk and letting himself be fucked by whoever would take him. Sometimes he had parties, sometimes he spent the day by himself. It depended on his mood, really.
He couldn't stay alone this year though, Eros knew that Riley wouldn't let him. And he didn't want to, either, he wanted to go out, and stick around his boyfriend who'd probably got him something. A present, maybe. Stepping out of his car at the familiar apartment complex, the German jogged up the stairs and couldn't hide the excited smile on his face - he'd been told to come round, after all. A surprise, maybe? Probably. "Riley?” He called out, knocking on the door."Your favourite person in the world is here!"
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“Well duh, you can be good looking and not be a model, take me for instance,” With his free hand, his motioned to his face with a smile - though Eros wasn't joking around, genuinely a vain person. "Fuck it into him, huh? Sounds good, all you really need after a break-up is a good lay to get it out of your system. Good luck with that," The defeat made his face screw up something ugly, retracing his hand and crossing his arms over his chest, frowning."Man, fuck you,"

“What if I wasn’t a model? Would you still want to fuck with me?” Tanner asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “Everything happens for a reason. I’m happy for you, Riley, and Garret. It seems like you two are happy and I believe Garret is at least content. If not I can always fuck it into him.” He joked about the lad who he secretly adored. He finished Eros off, pressing his hand to the table.”Are you done now?” He chuckled.
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“I don’t think, I know - Do you think just anyone can snap their fingers and I’ll do what I want? You’re a bloody incubus, darling, and I’m under your spell,” Eros loved being playfully dramatic with people, and Riley was no different, batting his arm slightly as he talked. Sliding in the car seat and tugging on the belt, he glanced over with dark eyes.”Oh no, we will go clubbing - I need to get you in some tight pants so everyone can see those sinful hips of yours in high definition,” It was a promise, that they’d go out, because Eros did want everyone to see what was his, to give his boyfriend hickey’s on the dancefloor and heated kisses against stone walls outside. Ooh. “That’s what you think. We’re going to bet, think of a good bet,”
“Oh so now you think I’m charming hmm?” He teased, letting his hand slip down to lace his fingers with his boyfriend’s. He ran his thumb over his knuckles and tugged him towards outside where the car was. “I’m just making sure, first the aquarium and now bowling, don’t want you to get sick of me because we’re not going to the club every night.” He laughed softly, getting in the car. He leaned over the middle divide to press a kiss to the side of Eros’ head, just because, before putting his seat belt on. He found that a typical thing he loved to do around Eros, kisses just because he wanted to. Because Eros was his. “Ohhh, that sounds like a threat. You’re going to lose easy tonight, darling, sorry to say.�� He winked.
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A soft chuckled left his lips at the kiss on his collarbone, wrapping his arms back around Riley an giving him a tight squeeze.”Be whatever you want to be. Too pessimistic and people don’t like you because you’re a bummer. I think your optimism is charming,” Eros gave his two cents with a smile, pressing his lips to the top of Riley’s head before the older pulled back.”No, it’s cute. I like doing these sorts of things with you. Like, child-y things, I didn’t get to do them. Left in the dust? I hope you realise I don’t lose easy,”
Riley blushed a dark pink, rubbing the back of his neck before he shook his head. “I uh, I guess so,” He smirked up at him. He stood from where they were sitting and tugged Eros up, wrapping his arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss to his collar bone before letting his forehead rest against his shoulder. “Sometimes I really wonder if it’d be worse to be optimistic or too pessimistic.” He pulled back to look up at him before laughing. “God, is that terribly lame? I kinda like bowling,” He winked. “And I’m good at it. So I’ll teach you some pointers but be prepared to be left in the dust.”
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“What can I say? I like beautiful people,” Eros replied in a purr, waiting for Tanner's reaction to Eros' boyfriend stealing, as it were."They weren't working out anyways, I was just there to...see things along," He explained further, though he didn't know why he felt the need to."I am. Really, I'm - So fucking happy," A smile crossed his face, a genuine happiness because he'd be lying if he said otherwise. As his loss was impending, he huffed and shook his head."No! I will fight you on the beaches - I will never surrender!"
Tanner let out a low chuckle, feeling his sides tighten from how intense his laugh was. He reached up, wiping at his tearing eyes, “Yeah… A male model. Well… Thanks, mate. Means a lot to me that you just want to fuck with me since I’m a model.” he teased at him. “Well that’s a bit shitty… I knew him and Riley broke up, but I didn’t know what happened. Well I hope you’re happy with the lad. It’s lovely to meet you, Eros.” He murmured and eased Eros’ hand down, watching as his hand went from inches to centimeters away from touching the table. “Want to give up?” he asked jokingly.
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