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Take Me to the Planetarium

Chapter 5 - Steakhouse Fries and Sucking Dick (NSFW)

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summary: Din has a rather bad day at work but Boba helps him cheer up *wink*

warnings: smut, homophobia, bullying

word count: ~7260

have fun with the cover art I made

After that, things changed. Actually they didn’t. Din just started feeling so conscious again. Conscious of his body, his emotions. Not in a bad way. He knew that all of this was just him wearing the heart shaped glasses but he didn’t mind that. Boba made him feel so amazing. He listened to him when he went on and on about the Pleiades, the many different moons of Saturn and the Andromeda Galaxy. And he was actually interested in what Din was talking about, not just waiting for Din to make a pause to change the subject. At least that was what Din was used to with people.

They met almost every night to just sit down and talk. Sometimes they would watch TV, but mostly they’d get distracted by Din who started talking. Boba didn’t mind that, he had promised that to Din. Boba always made sure that Din was comfortable. Din on the other hand made sure that he was as transparent with his emotions as he could so that Boba knew that everything was fine. Because Din knew that people liked to misunderstand his expressions and body language.

It felt like an eternity that had passed to Din when he drove to work on a friday, but he realized that only a week had passed. The weather had begun to get very cold and his car still felt frozen inside, even though the heating was on maximum. Boba wouldn’t be at work today, sadly, he had an appointment at the dentists. They had agreed that he would come over this evening though, they wanted to try and make sushi together. Din was already excited to see Boba this evening, he was already missing him. At first, Din felt like he was too clingy. But Boba seemed to enjoy that. He had been very happy when Din had asked him to come and hang out with him, and of course he had also offered that himself.

When Din arrived at his desk that morning he was still alone, as always he was the first at the office. Hera came in an hour later when Din was already stuck on working on his coding. The time felt like it was frozen, when Din looked at the clock an eternity later it was only 10am. He sighed and went to get himself a coffee.

When he arrived at the small kitchen, he wanted to turn on his heel and leave immediately. Quinn was standing there, waiting for the coffee machine to heat up. Sadly, the moment to go away was already over because Quinn had already seen Din. And it was not just Quinn, there was also another guy, that Din didn't know.

“Good morning.” murmured Din and entered the small room that smelled like coffee and dust. His footsteps nearly made no sounds when he went to lean on the counter, playing with the hem of his woolen sweater. He hated that texture so much, but this sweater had been the only thing clean left on his bedroom floor. Great. He already knew that, in this situation… the texture would make him go crazy.

“Hi.” Quinn was looking at Din, eyeing the way Din was playing with the fabric of the sweater. “Having a good day? This is Olly, a friend of mine. He’s here because he needs some embossings on some cards for his soccer team.”

“Hi.” the guy waved. He had a weird energy to himself. Din wasn’t pretty fond of it.

“Hi.”

Din avoided eye contact with that guy .He knew that was one of those things that made him the victim of comments but he had stopped caring a while ago. The coffee machine started to make a thick, rumbling sound as the water was slowly starting to heat up. It took ages, the machine was pretty old. The noise echoed over the blank walls and left a weird feeling in Din’s ear. He felt the muscles behind his ears tense up, immediately fighting the urge to raise his hand to his head to massage his temples. It usually helped the tension.

“We’re just get a coffee real quick.” Quinn started to hit the cup in his hand with his wedding ring, the sound also echoing through the room. Din wanted to laugh. Who’d actually like to marry a guy like this.

“Aren’t you missing your uh….friend? Where is he? Having an appointment to choose the flowers for your wedding?”

Now Din was just confused. Was he talking about Boba?

“No…uh…he’s actually at the dentist,” he just replied.

Quinn raised his eyebrows and turned his thick body in Din’s direction. The rumbling sound of the coffee machine grew louder and Din’s temples tensed up even more. The sweater started to feel heavier. Olly on the other hand had a questioning look on his face. But also, a weird, hungry smile. Like he wanted Din to say something wrong.

Din eyed the way Quinn’s shirt twisted around his waist.

“What are you looking at?” Quinn seemed a bit annoyed.

“Nothing.” Din looked at Quinn’s face, only for a second.

Quinn leaned back a bit and nodded confidently. Then he smiled.

“So there is something going on? Between you two? I mean it’s kinda obvious but you know I just didn’t want to assume.

Din felt his chest tighten. That bastard. He gripped his sweater tightly, the noises in the room were overflowing, even that neon lights above him started to make sounds. He tried to breathe calmly. It was, again, that Olly guy who was making him even more nervous. He was smiling like an idiot, as if he had found prey.

“What?” he said, surprised by the venom in his voice. The water was now boiling in the coffee machine.

“I mean, Boba? Okay look at the way he dresses. But you? I thought you were just different. What a surprise.” Quinn looked at Olly, who didn’t say anything but shrugged and chuckled darkly.

Din waited a second to think about what he was going to respond. Honestly, he had no clue what to say. He just wanted to melt into a puddle of goo and slide away. He felt his blood gushing through him like a river, the neon lights were burning in his tense skull. He had no chance, his hands rose on autopilot to massage his temples. Then he looked at Quinn, right in the eyes for the first time today. He noticed the weird dimples that man had in this mischievous grin that he wore.

“Quinn, your water is ready.”

Quinn turned, looking surprised. He pressed the button to make the water flow through the machine, to end up as hot coffee in his dirty mug. Ew.

Nothing was said after that. At first Din was glad, but he also knew that he should say something. He just had no clue what. His brain wasn’t functioning properly, he was too angry. He watched the man across the kitchen pour a ton of milk and sugar in his dirty ass mug, spilling a bit, even. Quinn didn’t seem to notice.

Before Quinn and Olly left Quinn turned and waved.

“You two have a nice weekend.”

Din didn’t respond, again. He just looked at Quinn’s hand, also dirty.

When they were around the corner, Din dropped his shoulder and exhaled a lot of spent air. Then he looked at his hands, they were trembling. He felt so used. Quinn had made fun of him, used Din’s life for his weird jokes and left. The neon lights above Din were still making those weird noises and his muscles were still way too tense. He was sure they would stay that way for the rest of the day.

“Fuck,” he whispered and wiped at his face after he noticed how wet his eyes were. No, no. None of that. He was better than this.

He made himself his coffee as fast as he could, calming down slowly. The anger stayed. He didn’t know how to deal with such things. The only thing going through his mind was that Quinn was going to tell the other guys. That they were talking about him. Laughing about him. This Olly guy had never met him before and he was already so…such a bully. Why was this type of stuff constantly happening?

Din looked at his hands again, they were still trembling, his pulse was high, his hair felt so warm. No, no, no.

“No, fuck.” he whispered to himself and run his trembing hand through his hair. He was catching some knots with his finger, the pain on his scalp actually feeling good. So he grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged gently, feeling the pressure in his head easing up a bit.

He should go back to work now. So he did. He returned to his desk as if nothing happened. Hera was on the telephone, talking, chattering away, Din stared at the code on his big screen and shook his head again. He wasn’t going to focus again today. The day was ruined. At least until he’d see Boba tonight. He closed his eyes with relief at that. He couldn’t wait.

And even though time was moving like an old snail, somehow that evening came around. Din hadn’t had any energy left to clean his apartment or do anything. He felt like he was about to burn out like a matchstick.

When the doorbell rang he felt his heart warm up and when he opened the door….

“I’m so glad to see you,” he murmured and stepped aside to let Boba in. After he closed the door, he immediately pulled the other man to his chest, tightly hugging him.

“Oh,” Boba seemed surprised but he wrapped his arms around Din.

“I had such a shit day you can’t believe it. Everything was shit from start to finish. I’m fucking….ugh fuck.”

Boba leaned back to look at him.

“Oh?”

Din shook his head and helped the man get out of his leather jacket. He threw it over his jacket chair and took Boba’s hand to guide him to the couch falling down on it again. He had spent the whole day after work there.

Boba had made sure to kick off his shoes on the way to the couch, now he fell down on top of Din after he had pulled him down with him. Din threw the soft blanket over them, completely over them, even their heads, darkness settling over them.

“Oh!” Boba said surprised.

“Let me cuddle you.” Din kissed Boba’s forehead and wrapped his arms around him again.

“Alright,” Boba agreed and chuckled. “So you had a bad day?” he asked, when he finally had the chance to say something.

“Yes.” Din whispered and nodded against Boba’s soft hair, rubbing his hands over his back. “Shit day.”

“Tell me?” whispered Boba and caressed Din’s arms.

Din hummed and made a small hole in their blanket fortress to let in some fresh air.

He told him what had happened at the office today, trying to tell the story without getting emotional again.

Boba listened carefully, massaging Din’s hands and forearms while doing so.

“I don’t know, I just…why would someone be such an ass. I didn’t do shit to him.” Din shook his head.

“...he didn’t say anything after that? And you also didn’t respond?”

Din shook his head at Bobas question.

“I didn’t know what to say.”

Boba nodded.

“It’s fine. You did everything right. He’s a shithead. It’s fine.”

Din felt his skin tingle and his jaw tense. His eyes closed automatically as he started to feel the, get wet.

“Hey…it’s fine.” Boba pulled him in again, wiggling up a bit and pulling his head against his chest. He ran his hands through his hair, comforting him so gently, so lovingly. Din felt so tired.

“I’m tired. I’m burnt out. Please, let’s just order a burger or something,” he mumbled against Boba’s soft shirt. A few tears were already escaping his eyes silently.

“Sure we can do that. I love burger.”

“The salmon is frozen anyway, I’m sure we can make it tomorrow…the sushi.” Din’s voice was a bit thick with tears, Boba noticed that. He also didn’t miss the heavy breathing. It made him sad, how much Din was hurt.

“Of course we can,” he responded calmly. “It’s fine.”

“Why…why is he that way?” Din shook his head again.

“Because his wife hates him. Did you know that he and his wife don’t even live together anymore? He’s just wearing that ring because after their breakup he gained a bit of weight and now he can’t get it off anymore. That’s what he’d told me. But I saw him take it off one time to wash some paint off. I think he’s just super sad and still wants her back. But she’s sick of him.”

Din snickered at that.

“That’s so fucked up.”

“Right?” Boba chuckled too.

“She’s probably wondering why she married that idiot.”

“She probably is.”

They were just laying there for a while, Din enjoying listening to Boba’s heartbeat. He felt better, already. Boba made him feel secure. Suddenly, Quinn’s comments didn't feel so bad anymore. Especially after Boba told the wedding ring story. God, Din was so glad that someone like Boba had entered his life.

“It feels great to have you by my side.” he heard Boba say above him.

Din’s skin tingled. He felt relieved. He felt warm, hot even. Never ever had anyone said that to him.

He wiggled himself up to be on Boba’s eye level and looked him right in the eyes. He wasn’t sure how he could give a response that made Boba feel the same way that he made Din feel. He looked at him for a few seconds, then he just leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips. He didn’t hold himself back, he went all in. No hesitating, no slowly leaning in. Their lips met full force and Din pulled Boba in. The kiss was hot. It was romantic for sure, but another kind of romantic. Not ‘kissing-under-the-eyes-of-Jupiter’ romantic, more a ‘give-me-all-you-have’ romantic. They both gave each other all they had. They kissed as if their lives depended on it, like someone would say “show me the best kiss I’ve ever seen” with a gun to their temples. Over the past few days, they had kissed many times. Every kiss made them hungry for more. And now…after Din's emotions had started to bubble over that day, he poured all of his soul into that kiss. Boba could feel it in the way Din's lips moved against his, fast and confident.

Din reached behind Boba’s head, where his hair was a bit longer, his hand slowly slipping between the curls, his finger curling, gently pulling. Boba gasped at the small tension building up.

“I’m sorry.” Din said after pulling back. He was a bit breathless. “Did I hurt you?”

“A bit.” Boba chuckled. “Keep going.” he leaned in again.

Din closed his eyes and hummed. Fuck. That’s something. That was something he loved to hear. He had to admit, he was a sucker for kinky shit even if it was just hairpulling. That reaction would've made his legs weak if he would be standing right now. But he wasn't, so he was just feeling a familiar tug of arousal in his stomach.

“Don’t be shy.” Boba murmured the words against Din’s lips.

“Hnh.” was Din’s response and he repeated the action from before, gently pulling on Boba’s hair.

He seemed to love it, he shivered and Din felt his hands tighten on his arms. Then he felt Boba slowly run his hands down to the hem of his loose shirt. He had changed out of that damn sweater the moment he had entered the living room this day. His heartbeat sped up a bit. Boba had been very careful not to get things going too fast, so had Din. They weren’t shy, they were just careful not to get things going too fast, missing something out in the end. But this…this was new. This whole situation. The kiss wasn’t gentle anymore, it was hungry. And the Boba was reacting to Din gently tugging at his curls really got Din going a bit crazy. When he felt the man’s hands slowly diving underneath his shirt at his side, he inhaled.

“Fine?” he heard Boba say breathless.

“Yeah.” he murmured and gently licked at the man’s bottom lip.

The hand at his side slipped underneath the shirt completely and he felt Boba touching his skin. It felt so good. Damn. He can’t remember feeling like this in a long time. And he had to be honest, he didn’t grow up thinking that another man would make him feel this good. And that made it even better.

The hand traveled a bit upwards, over his side, his rips, to his back. He felt fingernails digging into his skin softly, dragging down again. Goosebumps were forming on his back and arms. Boba noticed.

“Oh you’re sensitive.” he chuckled.

Din let go of Boba’s hair abruptly and grabbed his jaw.

“Of course I am, that shouldn’t surprise you,” he pulled Boba’s head up a little, the harsh tone of his voice was strange. Boba was surprised at the change of the situation. Usually, Din was always so careful and gentle, even a bit too polite sometimes. The way he was acting now felt a bit strange, but only because Boba wasn’t used to it. He liked that Din was slowly loosening up a bit so he loved to play the game along with him.

Boba grinned, a bit cheeky.

“You’re right, what was I thinking.” he admitted, giving puppy eyes.

Boba wanted to lean in to kiss Din again but he couldn’t, Din was still gripping his jaw. Not tightly, but at least tight enough to prevent Boba from moving his head. He had to be honest here, it turned him on.

“Look at me.” said Din softly, gently tilting his head up even more.

Boba did, looking him straight in the eyes. Din met his eyes and was just looking at his face for a few seconds, eyeing up his features. Boba felt his cheeks heat up a bit. It was the way that he got looked up and down, on the other hand, the way he wasn’t able to just turn his head away. He felt a bit vulnerable, in the best way.

“You’re very beautiful.” Din shifted his hand a bit to run his thumb over Boba’s bottom lip. Boba felt like he wanted to just lick Din’s thumb, but he didn’t. He was a bit too shy for that. For now at least.

“Thank you.” he just said and breathed heavily.

Din leaned in again, slowly this time, painfully slowly. Boba knew what he was trying to do. He was dragging it out, making Boba wait. So Boba closed his eyes and waited. When he felt Din's breath on his lips he tried to lean forward but the hand on his jaw didn't let him get too far. Din stopped again and chuckled softly.

"You're impatient."

Boba huffed and and felt Din's thumb caress his face, his hand still holding on.

"You know what you're doing to me, right?"

Din smiled at that comment.

"Yeah." he leaned in a bit more, so Boba could feel a few hairs of Din's mustache tickle his skin. "Just tell me what you want. And look at me while you do that. Open your eyes."

"Fuck." Boba shifted his body a bit. Din might be a bit socially awkward sometimes, but he fucking knew how to talk in bed. He knew how to make people go crazy.

"Kiss me." he breathed as he opened his eyes. "Please."

Immediately after that he felt the familiar touch of Din's soft lips on his. Immediately he felt his tongue slide over his bottom lip, into his mouth.

He couldn't help himself, he let out a small moan at that, barely noticeable, but of course, Din noticed. He always did.

The hand on his jaw wandered down, slowly, over his throat, resting for a few seconds, then wandering over, grabbing at his shirt, pulling him against the man's body, caressing his sides, his arms, his back. Boba let him do all of this, enjoying the way he played with him. He had lost control a long time ago. He let all of those things happen, enjoying it. He felt safe and cared for. Din was so gentle, yet so demanding.

"You're enjoying this?" he heard him ask.

Boba nodded.

"So much." he said softly and opened his eyes to look at Din with a hazy smile.

"Hm." Din leaned down and nibbled at Boba's jaw. "Me too."

Boba felt his teeth softly graze over the sensitive skin on his neck. He twitched at that and moaned surprised. His eyes closed abruptly and he grabbed at Din's shirt.

"Fuck…"

"God, keep making those sounds for me and I'll never let you up and off this couch."

Boba gasped silently. He wouldn't mind.

"That's okay. I'll stay right here for you."

Din pulled back and propped himself up on one elbow. He looked down at Boba mesmerized by the way he was just laying there, perched in darkness looking at him so lovingly.

"There's one thing though…” he lifted his hand again, resting it on Boba’s chest, fingers lovingly wandering over the ruffled up piece of clothing he was wearing.

“What is it?”

“I’m hungry as hell, and I’m sorry to say that, you can’t soothe that hunger.That’d be cannibalism. I need a burger right now.”

Boba laughed out loud and shook his head. He loved Din’s humor.

“Alright, then let’s order something.”

The burgers they had that night tasted so good, Din started to feel very happy again. It wasn’t just the food, it was the interaction with Boba too. They were getting so close. He loved getting to know Boba even more. He told him about his friends, the band, their gigs and their current projects. He told him about all the funny memories he had. It was pure joy listening to him talk while he was snacking away on his steak fries and cucumber salad, the burger already eaten. Din had noticed that Boba liked to eat the main dish first and then eat the other stuff that was served with it. Din preferred to take a bite out of each different dish at a time. But only one bite.

“I can’t wait until our next gig. We’re planning on playing at an event next month, the Antilles-Museum. They’re doing some type of festival about art and music. Isn’t that something that you’d like to see,” said Boba and chewed on a crunchy fry.

Din smiled at the invitation. He didn’t mind going out at all, at least if it was about something that really interested him. And he would love to see Boba on stage. He also knew the museum and he had been there a few times, so he was pretty comfortable going there.

“Yeah that does sound like something I’d love to see. Tell me when, I’ll be there.”

Boba gave him a big smile and ate the last fry on his plate.

They both finished their food and started to wash the dishes together.

“So what now?”

Din set the towel aside after they finished the work.

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m pretty tired?” Boba laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Same, I’m pretty exhausted too, do you wanna go to bed? We don’t need to sleep yet but at least we can get comfortable.”

“Alright, sounds good. Let me get my things. Y’know…change into something comfortable.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll wait for you under the blanket.”

Din entered his bedroom and quickly changed his clothes into his pajamas. He fell into his bed and quickly crawled under his sheets, waiting for Boba. There was no need to lie to himself here, he really wanted to continue with whatever they had before they ate dinner. He hoped Boba was up to that. But if not, he’d also be very happy to take things slower. He was just happy to spend time with that man. He’d be happy that today would be the actual first time Boba spent the night. Last week, when they kissed for the first time, Boba had to leave super late at night, because they had to go to work the next day. He hadn’t been prepared to spend the night either. That had been stressful. Today was different.

Din didn’t have to wait too long, Boba came into the bedroom only a few minutes later, wearing plaid pajama pants and…Din laughed.

“Ninja Turtles?”

Boba looked down at the worn out, chipped print on his shirt.

“Yes, I wanted to match your energy. I thought you might like it.”

Din lifted the blanket and gestured for Boba to make himself comfortable next to him.

“I feel very honored. You’re amazing.”

Boba snuggled himself into the bed right next to Din, immediately wrapping his arms around him, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“I loved them so much as a kid…” Din looked up at the ceiling.

“Me too. My favorite was probably Donnie. Donatello.”

Din hummed while he was thinking. He remembered that he thought Michelangelo was the coolest Ninja Turtle.

“I’d go with Michelangelo. But actually, I thought Casey Jones was sick.”

“Yeah right, he was awesome.“ Boba giggled and caressed Din’s chest. Din felt him turn his head a bit, a soft kiss was pressed onto his neck. Another one right below his ear. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

He felt Boba’s hand, once again, slipping underneath his shirt, this time at the front. That already felt so much different. He liked it. Automatically, his breathing got heavier when the sensation of Boba’s hand started to spread all over his body, settling in his stomach as a small knot that was tightending with every kiss that Boba continued to press to his neck.

Din hummed, deep in his throat. He carefully rolled over a bit to face Boba, kissing him on the lips. Once again, they were back where they had started today, making out heavily under a blanket. This time though, they weren’t hungry for anything besides each other. And so, naturally, Din also started to run his hand over Boba’s body. His hands wandered underneath his shirt, over his chest, and over his collarbones. he could feel the muscles moving under his hands when Boba grabbed at Din’s frame like his life depended on it. At some point, Boba rolled them over, so he was on top of Din. He shifted his legs a bit, trying to get comfortable, of course he settled, straddling Din’s hips, and Din realized that this was something he had waited for…for a while now.

He gasped and felt the knot inside his chest get so tight, but the tension had shifted. It wasn’t in his chest anymore, it had wandered south. Din needed to make sure that he didn’t think about that too much. He made sure not to focus where exactly Boba’s ass was settled right now, or else he would just melt right there, on his bed, into the mattress. Then he’d be gone.

He tried to distract himself a bit, reaching higher underneath Boba’s shirt again grabbing onto Boba’s hips, but that made it even worse because Boba then actually started moving them. This man knew what he was doing, for sure. He started chuckling when he heard a small moan slip out of Din’s mouth. The sensation was too much for Din, at least too much to stay calm. Especially, because now, he knew Boba wanted this. He wanted Din to feel good, he wanted Din to grow hard in those damn pajamas. Which he did.

Din breathed heavily, onto Boba’s lips, gasping for air. He felt a bit self conscious now. He broke the kiss, and pushed Boba up to get some fresh air.

Boba set back a few inches and looked at Din, who was, indeed, blushing a bit.

“Too much?” he asked, panting. His cheeks were red too.

Din closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Not exactly. It’s fine….I just uhm…I’m…self conscious.”

“Self-conscious about…you being turned on because I want you to be turned on?” Boba leaned down a bit and placed a few gentle kisses on Din’s cheeks.

Din laughed. He realized that there was actually now need to be self conscious. Boba wanted Din to get all hot and bothered. He had purposely done things to get Din hard, actually. So Din doing exactly that was…good.

“Now that sounds logical.”

“Do you want me to stop? Did I take it too far? I’m very sorry if-”

Boba wasn’t able to finish, Din kissed him again.

“It’s fine.” he mumbled between kisses. “Keep going. Please.”

Boba moaned silently, leaning down, his hands resting on Din’s chest, pressing him back into the mattress. Slowly, carefully, he moved his hips again, immediately getting a reaction.

It felt so good. Better than anything. Din threw his head back and closed his eyes, his hands traveling to feel Boba's body again. over his thighs, up his chest, over his shirt, under his shirt, in his hair. He closed his hand, trapping a few curls there, pulling Boba down again, into a hungry kiss.

He wasn’t quite sure where this was going but he also decided to turn his head off, no thoughts. Who cares where it was going. Boba was sure he knew what he was doing.

And he did. Din was shamelessly hard and Boba was enjoying it a lot. So much, he reached down, pressing his palm against his crotch, feeling Din up.

The sensation hit hard and Din inhaled sharply, pressing his hardon right into Boba’s palm.

“Fuck,” he moaned softly.

“Hmh,” was Boba’s response and he broke their nearly endless kiss. He stared at Din’s eyes for a few seconds, paralyzed and then he started scrambling downwards, beneath the blanket to…

Din gasped when he realized where Boba was going.

He heard him chuckling from beneath the sheets and stared up to the ceiling in disbelief. This is really going to happen, dear lord.

Din felt him grab at his crotch again, keeping his hand there, carefully massaging him through the thin layer of clothing.

He closed his eyes and tried to keep as still as possible. He reached down underneath the sheets to find Boba, slowly running his hand through his hair again. Boba leaned down and without needing to see it, Din felt what this man was up to. He pressed his face right into his crotch.

“Okay, oh shit,” Din gasped and resisted the urge to dry hump Boba’s face just like that.

He heard him chuckle from down there and fucking nuzzle his fucking boner through his goddamn pants. Din was sure he wouldn't be able to take this for too long. Fuck.

The sensation was crazy and his pants were growing tighter with every second.

Without realizing he had tightened the hand in Boba’s hair, pushing him against his hard on.

Boba, on the other hand, enjoyed the way Din was using him to pleasure himself, maybe, just maybe, he had planned this. He wanted Din to pull him close like that. He himself was turned on way too much to care anyway. He really wanted to give this man the best head of his life. He reached up and started to rub Din through his pantd again. The hand in his hair tightened again, causing Boba to shiver. He was so into this, fuck.

“Lemme…lemme…” Boba reached for the elastic band of the pajama pants trying to pull them down.

“Fuck, fuck, are you gonna…gonna”, he heard Din above him. He was slurring his words like ha was drunk, but actually he was just so fucking horny.

“I’m gonna suck you off.”

Boba would be lying if he said this was the first time he was giving head to a guy. He had done this a few times. Being in a rock band takes you places, and that leads to post-show heated make-out sessions. He loved those, but this was way better.

He grabbed the pants, together with the underwear Din was wearing, pulling it down gently. He made sure to do it slow enough that Din could stop him if he wasn’t comfortable, but Din actually reached down and helped him, which sped up the process a lot.

“Fuck”, Boba loved how eager Din was. This is going to be so much fun.

They made quick work of the pants and it was soon around Din’s thighs. They just left it there. Boba couldn’t care less, he was way too distracted by Din’s cock that was literally right there in front of his face. Hard and already leaking.

Fuck.

Boba was totally out of his mind by now. He felt his heartbeat in his chest, so fast. He was more excited than nervous, he felt like he was going to explode.

He leaned down, not even bothering to touch him first. Right before he could actually reach his destination he felt Din’s hand in his hair again, stopping him.

“Come up here first”, he heard him say.

Boba climbed again, carefully. When he came out from beneath the sheets he was hit with cold air. Before he could even say anything he was pulled down again by his hair, into a hard kiss. God, he loved how demanding this man got. A gasp left his lips when he felt Din’s tongue entering his mouth. Din still had one hand in his hair, the other one was gripping his shirt tightly. The kiss was so passionate and heated Boba was sure his arms would give out, letting him fall down back onto the mattress.

Din broke the kiss and looked at Boba. His cheeks were a bit flushed and his eyes were wild. Boba hadn’t seen this look on him before. Sure, they made out before, but this was new. He looked like he was gonna devour Boba.

The hand that was gripping Boba’s shirt traveled to his face and to his wet and puffy lips. His thumb traced them carefully. Boba was really trying to keep it together here.

“Now you can do whatever you want.”

Boba nodded, probably looking dumb as fuck. His brain was just a puddle of goo. Din’s confidence was giving him everything, he was turning into a mindless fuckdoll in his hands. Which he didn’t mind at all. Din knew that, he could see it in his eyes.

Carefully, Boba crawled downwards again leaving some kisses on the way where his shirt was rugged up a bit. Oh he’d love to leave a small bite. Maybe another time.

When he was back at his original spot again he, again, didn’t hesitate and stuck out his tongue, licking Din’s length from the base up right to the tip. He stayed at the tip, licking it carefully a few times.

Din felt the softness and the warmth of Boba’s tongue, his eyes were closed, the sensation was so heavenly. Boba was so into this, just as much as Din himself.

Boba opened his mouth and with a gentle motion he had already half of Din’s cock in his mouth. Din moaned and bucked his hips softly, not too much. He didn’t want to force anything but the feeling was just so good. It rippled through him like a firework. His hands needed to grab something, so he had one hand buried in the bedsheets, the other hand was still in Boba’s hair, just resting there. But as Boba started to slowly, so slowly move his head, first up, then back down, Din was so out of control, he tightened the grip in Boba’s hair again. He knew that he was into this, he just wasn’t sure how much he could handle. So he held himself back with the last few brain cells he had. Boba on the other hand loved the way Din had trouble containing himself, and he did everything he could to make him lose the last bit of self control he had. He wanted Din to just take him and use him. So he hollowed his cheeks and started sucking, lightly at first.

Din threw one arm over his mouth and bucked his hips up again. He was so unbelievably turned on, his dick was so hard, fuck. He wanted this to at least last for a while, but how could he manage that when Boba was literally so damn good at sucking dick.

“You’re so….good at this”, he managed to get out, sounding completely out of breath, voice so rough like the patches on Boba’s fingers, who were caressing his inner thighs.

Boba wasn’t able to give a proper, verbal answer so he just moaned and went down again, this time, he felt the tip of Din’s cock hit the back of his throat. He hated to admit it sometimes but he had lost his gag reflex a while ago.

Din was too far gone to question it and also, he didn’t quite give a shit how many dicks this man down there had sucked before. He was fucking great at giving head and that was something Din enjoyed.

He couldn’t help himself, when he felt Boba press his tongue against his shaft while his whole damn cock was buried deep in his throat, his hand tightened even more in Boba’s hair. Din noticed after a few seconds and wanted to let go but he remembered that Boba was into this. He was enjoying this. So Din left his hand there and bucked his hips again, carefully, thrusting in his mouth.

Boba moaned. Fuck yeah this was something he wanted. Din got the memo without Boba telling him. He relaxed his jaw a bit and stopped to move his head on his own, giving Din all he needed to just do what he wanted. Which he did.

He felt him thrust up in his mouth over and over again, the grip in his hair keeping him still. Sometimes he would pull out, so that Boba could catch his breath. He didn’t need to but he was pretty fond of the gesture.

A few times, Din would pull him down holding him there for a few seconds, making him wait. It was so fucking hot Boba was sure he’s never forget the way he felt down there, unable to breathe properly, struggling to fit all of this mans cock in his mouth.

Din enjoyed the sight of it. Once in a while he looked down to stare at the way Boba’s lips fit around his shaft, the way some drops of spit were running down his lips, catching in the dark curls around the base of his cock.

Din let go of Boba’s hair for a moment and Boba moved up a bit, to the tip of his dick, swirling his tongue gently. He hadn’t touched Din with his hands yet, which he was about to change. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, just holding him, his mouth was doing all the work up there.

Din was staring at him in awe. He looked so fucking beautiful. His curls were so ruffled up, some falling in his face. He was putting so much effort into making Din feel good, the way he was just going with whatever Din wanted, giving him so much control over him.

Boba realized he was being watched so he looked up through his lashes, mouth still on Din’s cock. Their eyes met and Din smiled, eyes fixated on Boba’s.

“Keep doing this and I will fucking cum right in your mouth.”

Boba’s eyes darkened at that and he let go of Din for a moment, just to answer him.

“I fucking hope so.” his voice came out rougher than he expected, and his tone was way darker and demanding than he had anticipated.

Din took that as a challenge.

“Oh yeah?”

He reached out again, quickly burying his hands in Boba’s hair again, pushing him down, rougher than before.

Boba let him fuck his mouth just like that again, knowing Din was already pretty close by the way his moans became louder and his motions became more forceful. God, he loved it. He loved the way Din kept thrusting up in his mouth that he had troubles containing his gag reflex, sometimes he slipped. But he enjoyed it, especially the way he felt his eyes get watery. Din noticed and wanted to tone it down a bit but he heard the endless strings of moans Boba was giving him. He loved this just as much.

“I’m close”, he gasped, eyes fixated on the way Boba was trying to swallow around Din.

“Mhhm”, was the only answer he got.

“Can I…in..in your mouth?”

Boba gave him a small nod, not even bothering to look up, he was too gone to care. Din could do everything he wanted right now.

Just a few thrusts were left, and Din fell over the edge right there, releasing into Boba’s mouth, who tried to swallow at least most of it. It was messy, it was hot and Boba’s scalp was burning with the way Din gripped his hair hard as he held him down. Din was too blissed out to care, he threw his head back and arched his back, riding out his peak curses and profanities bubbling out of his mouth. Boba listened to him and tried not to choke on Din’s twitching ock that was still buried so deep in his throat he was surprised he was still alive. Din didn’t notice that he was just trying to catch himself again, biting his lips and giving out one last, deep moan.

He then opened his eyes and looked down at the mess he made. He was met with watery, fucked out eyes who were sparkling with excitement. Boba looked happy, but quite messed up. His cheeks were a bit wet, his hair was so fucked up and his lips were so red and puffy, he looked like he was wearing lipstick. Some of Din’s release was still sticking to his chin, some of it was smeared into Din’s pubes. But it seemed that he had swallowed most of it. Din could nearly cum again right there just thinking about it. But he also noticed that he had lost control a bit. And even if he thought that Boba wanted this, he was hit with the anxiety that maybe he had read the situation the wrong way.

“I…are you alright? I hope I didn’t-”

He was cut off by Boba climbing upwards quickly and kissing him on the mouth. He was surprised but leaned into the kiss, tasting himself. Boba’s lips were so wet and slippery, the wetness of his cheeks was noticeable when they were this close together. It was hot.

“I enjoyed this so much”, whispered Boba when they broke the kiss. “I really fucking did.”

Din smiled and carefully took a strand of Boba’s fucked up hair to tuck it behind his ear.

“Well, me too.”

#bobadin #din djrain #the mandalorian #boba fett #the book of boba fett #tbobf #star wars #pedro pascal #fanficiton #au #alternate universe #modern au #nsfw

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As you can see I did some work on my fic. The next chapter is nearly finished. Just took me months ahahaha. Next chapter coming soon.

Take Me To the Planetarium

My submission for BobaDin Week Day 5: Alternate Universe

Also available on AO3

summary: Din could just imagine how beautiful Boba must look under the Orion Nebula. If he would finally ask him out to go to the planetarium with him, he might even find out.

characters: Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Hera Syndulla, Original Characters

Chapter 1 - The Call To Action

Chapter 2 - Like a Dia

Chapter 3 - Shawarma

Chapter 4 - Jupiter

Chapter 5 - Steakhouse Fries and Sucking Dick (NSFW) (coming soon)

words: ~4890

warnings: short mention of blood

A super rainy, cold and dark Monday. Some might say days like these are like a devils turd, but for Din, no, he didn’t mind at all. Only the Monday part made him yawn. Also, the Latte in his hand didn’t taste like Latte, more like puke, but that’s another story.

The young man entered the office and switched the lights on. Nothing has changed over the weekend. His desk was still filled with rubbish and his shelves were still loaded with mugs and soda cans. He should definitely clean that up. Even if no one of his coworkers cared about his messy side.

He sat down in his enormous chair and switched on the IMac attached to an unreal amount of monitors. Din liked to have his view filled with work so he doesn’t get distracted. That’s why he built a fort-like monitor wall around himself. And maybe because of his hate for social interactions.

That’s why he was at work this early, nobody was around, only a view of the printers, but they left the graphic-nerds alone. Din was happy he could just do his job as a web designer without having to interact with a lot of people.

After checking his e-mails he started to work on his current projects. Around 9, his co-worker Hera entered the office. She wasn’t such a big fan of getting up early, other than Din.

“Good morning,” she mumbled and let herself fall into her chair. She looked pretty tired.

Din smiled softly.

“Morning, did you have a fun weekend?”

Hera looked at Din with a smirk.

“Of course, you know me,” she said smugly. “What about you, Din? Did you at least go out or something?”

Din shook his head.

“Nah, I spent the weekend alone.”

“As always,” Hera sighed and checked her Mails. “You should come with me and my crew one day.”

Din stiffened and looked away.

“No, sorry, you know I don’t like going out.”

Hera nodded softly and chuckled.

“Yeah why am I even asking.”

Din was sure she somehow understood why he preferred to be alone. But on the other hand…a lot of people don’t get what was going through Din’s mind.

They both looked surprised when they heard a new voice echo through the hallway. Din suddenly remembered that a new printer had his first day today. This agency was expanding a little bit, and they installed a second offset printer in the production hall. That means they also had to hire a new printer who would operate the machine. If Din remembered correctly, the new guy was around his age, 26, and had a pretty chill character. That’s what his boss had told him.

Not that Din really cared. Usually, he never happened to be in the print business, he just did all the web and social media stuff. Sometimes, when Hera was busy and couldn’t do all the print-work herself, Din would help her out. But that only involved digital printing, he had no clue about offset printing at all.

He realised that he will have to say hello to the new guy and that he wasn’t very amused about that. It took Din forever to prepare himself for social interactions.

But the voice in the hallway sounded kind of handsome and Din realised that he started to get a little more nervous than usual. Hot people were his worst enemy.

Two people entered Din's and Hera's office and Din immediately ducked his head down to escape any eye contact. Hera, on the other hand, immediately welcomed them with a big smile. Din had recognized one person as his boss, Mrs Smith. The other one had to be the new guy.

Slowly, Din peeked up above his IMac and eyed the man.

The first thing he noticed was red corduroy with cuffed ankles and a curly, dark mullet. A pretty unusual look for a printer. Usually, they wore work pants and a dark shirt coloured with paint stains. This dude was still clean, only his shoes were stained with a few magenta and yellow stains. Probably old boots, only for work.

"Hera, Din, I wanted to introduce you to Boba, he's our new printer," said Mrs Smith.

The new guy, Boba, looked around the office and smiled at Hera at Din.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"Hi Boba," said Hera.

Din had to clear his throat softly before starting to speak.

“Hi,” he just said and smiled nervously. Din wasn’t shy in particular, he just had a hard time adjusting to new people. So having new coworkers wasn’t easy, especially hot coworkers.

Din realised that he might be blushing slightly. Boba was looking at him with a (very pretty) soft smile and Din noticed a playful spark in his eyes. He seemed like a person who was always up to something, getting in trouble while fighting god himself. Din loved that, he couldn’t lie.

After Boba and Mrs Smith left the office to make their way to the production halls, Hera turned to Din.

“He seems pretty chill. Interesting style though.”

Din was still jittery from the whole interaction so he just nodded to hide it. Although, he was always jittery, fumbling with his fingers or wiggling his toes in his shoes.

Hera eyed him a little amused and turned back to doing her work. Din tried to do the same but he couldn’t get the man out of his head.

***

The week went by pretty fast. Maybe it was the short days of November or Din, who had lost all concepts of time years ago. When Din got home, he usually watched TV, read a book or worked on his current project. It was a robot construction kit he had bought last year. The robot itself was already built, Din had finished it last month. Now he had to program it. he had called it IG-11. 11 was his favourite number and IG was the name of the construction kit brand. So nothing special.

On Thursday, Hera had a stressful day and asked Din if he could help her out and print out some flyers for her. Din wasn’t busy coding so he said yes.

And that’s how he ended up in front of the digital printer stacking paper on the deck and humming a soft melody. The digital printer stood right next to the door that led into the big production hall. It was a glass door, which means you could look through it, which means, Din could spy on Boba.

Din had already looked a few times, though Boba was not in sight. The printer was currently running at the lowest speed, it wasn’t printing. Din kind of hoped that Boba will have to change the printing plates soon because honestly, he would love to watch him climb up all five colour works.

He turned back to the digital printer and put the last sheets of paper on the paper deck. He focused on setting everything up correctly and started the printing process. After checking the first few prints, he nodded satisfied. Everything was okay, now he just had to wait. He knew that the paper type he was working with might get bitchy after a while. Usually, the sheets got stuck and caused a massive paper jam, so Din prepared himself mentally. He got interrupted by exactly that when he saw the man he had been looking for before.

Boba came into his view with new printing plates in his hand, the soft metal wiggling around. He was walking up to the printer and with a smooth jump, he got himself onto the first platform and leaned between the colour works to change the first plate. Din didn’t realise he was being creepy and stared at the smooth motions.

He realised that Boba wasn’t very tall, shorter than Din himself. But Boba was toned, he seemed like someone who does sports like running and climbing. Din also noticed the interesting clothes that he wore. It wasn’t usual for a printer to wear jeans, but Boba did. He had paired it with a soft yellow shirt that was tucked into the waistband loosely. Din must admit that he fell for Bobas fashion sense. He himself did like some cool clothes but he usually wore pretty boring stuff. He never had the energy to actually choose something cool every morning.

While he was staring at his coworker, the printer next to Din started beeping, signalling that the paper was jamming. Din grunted and turned to open the doors of the machine to check. He pulled out the stuck sheet and threw it in the trash. After he closed the doors, the printer started humming again and the paper started to flow freely.

Din turned to spy on his coworker again and thought about if Boba might notice his staring. If he did, would he get creeped out? Probably. They never had a real conversation, so Din’s spying would totally come off as creepy.

But maybe, Boba also liked it. Din’s mind tends to run like Usain Bold, especially when the topic is hot people or anything with sex. So Din just imagined Boba realising that Din was staring at him but instead of disliking it, he might come over to Din and ask him out. Din felt the blood rush to his ears at that thought. Boba would ask Din to go to the cinema and they would watch a horror movie, or, even better, splatter. Something with a lot of blood. Boba would come to pick up Din in a very nice car, and he would bring a surprise for Din. Not flowers or wine. No, Boba would bring a poker card deck and would tell Din, that, when they get home they will play strip poker. During the ride, he would steal some gentle, unnoticed touches, and during the movie, during the most disturbing scene, Boba would lean in slowly, his lips nearly touching Din’s ear and he would say:

“Paper jam?”

Din was brought back to reality by Boba’s voice, not whispering sweet nothings into his ear. It was him telling Dint that the fucking printer wasn’t doing his job. Din turned quickly to check, the printer was, indeed, jamming paper again. And even better, Boba himself was standing right at the glass door, looking amused at Din’s surprised look.

“Ugh,” was all Din could get out.

“Let me help,” Boba walked over to the printer and Din was still frozen in place. His mind was buffering and working at the speed of internet explorer. While Boba was already opening the doors of the machine, Din was trying to clear out his mind.

After getting his shit together, Dib crouched down next to the man on the floor to take a look inside the machine. Yep, paper jam. A huge paper jam.

“Oh no,” said Boba and huffed.

Din laughed awkwardly and tried to stop staring at how beautiful Boba’s dark curls fell into his face. Boba’s face was beautiful, to say the least. He had prominent cheekbones and his skin looked healthy and tanned. Also, the thick dark lashes weren’t helping Din either. All he could think about was how badly he wanted Boba to step on him.

Boba grabbed a chunk of paper and pulled gently. It wiggled a little bit, but it didn’t come free.

“Oh boy, this is stuck badly,” Boba pulled again, harder, but still care enough to not tear the paper.

“Yeah this paper type always gets stuck in the mills,” Din tried to keep the conversation somehow going, he doesn’t want to seem too anti-social. At least, not with Boba.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Boba answered softly and let out a small groan when he leaned forward into the printer. it nearly swallowed him whole.

Din looked at his shoes and nibbled at the inside of his cheek. He was wondering if Boba had noticed Din’s staring or the zoning out. He wasn’t sure. It felt pretty obvious to him, but Boba?

“Why are you even babysitting this printer? I thought you only did web design,” Boba asked and stopped what he was doing to look at Din.

“Oh yeah...uhm usually I do web...but today I’m helping out Hera, she’s busy.”

Boba nodded and started fumbling with the paper again.

“I see. Hey, can you give me a hand real quick? Hold this little lid open for me so I can pull out the paper,” Boba gestured to a little handle right next to his hand.

“Okay,” Din leaned forward too and grabbed the handle to hold the lid open. He got pretty close to Boba and he could smell that Boba wore a pretty sweet scent. Too sweet to be men’s perfume.

Boba pulled at the paper again and this time it came free. Din must say, he was a little sad. He liked being close to Boba. So he enjoyed the last few seconds in which the man’s soft hair gently touched Din’s arm.

Then the moment was over and they both got up from their crouching position.

“Thank you,” Din said and took the wrecked paper that Boba had just pulled out of the printer. He threw it in the trash behind him.

“No problem,” Boba said and smiled at Din. Again, there it was, that smug, playful glitch in Boba’s eyes that Din couldn’t get out of his head.

“Cool hoodie by the way,” Boba nodded in Din’s direction.

Din was taken aback for a short second. He never got compliments for his clothes, especially not for this hoodie.

“Thank you! I bought it at the…”

“-Moons Of Iego Planetarium downtown, right?”

Din made big eyes and looked at Boba with a surprised look. The planetarium was Din’s favourite place to be (right after his apartment of course) and he had bought his last visit there. The hoodie was in a dark navy and had the logo of the planetarium right on the chest, next to a dark grey sketch of the Hubble telescope.

“Yes,” Din just got out and smiled softly. He was surprised - in a good way- that Boba knew the planetarium. “I love going there.”

“I can see...so you like space and stuff I guess,” Boba chuckled.

Din looked at his feet again. Then he nodded.

“Uh...I do. In a way.”

“That’s so cool! I think space is so interesting. Like, I don’t get much of what’s happening there but I do get excited when I see a shooting star,” continued Boba and Din had a hard time at not starting to info dump on all the shit he knew about space. Once he started talking, there is nothing that could stop him...well maybe Boba’s lips on his. Din discarded that though quickly.

“I know what you mean. Space and physics are pretty mathematical. It’s not easy,” nodded Din. He tried to make eye contact without blushing but realised soon that this was impossible. “I could teach you” he nearly said but got himself together. No being weird today.

“Do you get all that complicated shit?”

Din chuckled and shook his head.

“No just a few things. If I could, I would be working at NASA.”

Boba laughed. Din too, but more because of his joy of making the man laugh.

“Hey man, let’s keep talking during lunch, get coffee or something. I have to do my work,” said Boba.

Din nodded immediately.

“Oh..Okay fine, let’s do that!”

“Great, see ya!” Boba walked off, back to his printer.

Din was left standing next to the small laser printer that was still running and had to calm down. Boba wanted to get coffee with him.

Din could just imagine how beautiful it must be to spend time with Boba. Going out to get a coffee, and then heading over to the Moons of Iego planetarium to watch the show. Din imagined how pretty Boba must look under the projection of the Orion nebula. The colour would shine in his eyes like the nebula itself. Din wouldn’t even watch the show, he would just stare at Boba and imagine how good of a kisser he must be. Maybe he would find out one day. But Din would have to stop being so weird in front of Boba.

Din shook his head to get the thoughts out of his head. He needed to stop letting his mind wander. It never helped him, it just made things worse. Boba was a cool person, he and Din probably had nothing in common. He was just being nice and Din is already falling for him.

It was always hard for Din to not overthink. He remembered many times where he had fallen for someone and got let down in the end. People just weren’t into him. He was nerdy, loved to play D&D and didn’t even know how to dance. His clothes were always a little bit too baggy, his hair was always ruffled up and he had a fucking moustache. He could shave that thing off, but he kinda likes how it looked on him. he also knew that people found it weird, but after all, he wanted to be true to himself only. He had a girlfriend before, but it didn’t work out well. Since then, he gave up on finding someone new.

He wasn’t a loner in particular but he just realised that he’d rather spend his time alone than sharing it with someone who didn’t get his interests. It was hard for Din to adjust to other people and he didn’t quite get the effect of messing up a whole routine just for having someone to sleep with. But he also understood that people would do anything for sex. Including himself. And just imagining slipping under the blankets with that short, dark-haired man he just had his first conversation with made Din’s legs feel like goo. That was what scared him the most. Because Din wasn’t shy when it comes to sex. Just getting things going was hard for him. Interacting with people, getting close...everything after that was fine for him. Maybe things were different now because Boba was male. Din never had an “encounter” with a man before but he was kinda sure it worked just the same for the most part.

He sighed. Back to overthinking. He had to go back to work.

So that’s what he did and lunch came around faster than usual.

It was Boba who picked him up at his desk, denim jacket draped over his shoulders and keys dangling on his index fingers.

“I can take us to a cool coffee shop, they have amazing bagels. And pretty good coffee,” said Boba and Din probably looked surprised. He didn’t expect that when Boba said ‘getting coffee’ but he was fine with it nevertheless.

They had an hour for a lunch break so they had enough time. Din smiled. It’s been a while since he had been invited like this.

“Okay,” he answered and grabbed his jacket. Then he followed Boba down the hallway, through the exit to the parking lot.

Boba walked straight over to an old, dark green BMW. It had to be at least twenty years old but Boba obviously took good care of it. It looked as good as new.

“That’s an amazing car,” said Din and eyed the vehicle.

“Thanks, got it from my dad,” answered Boba.

They both got into the car and Boba drove off. The radio played good music and the inside of the vehicle smelled just like Boba did. That sweet but slightly dark smell lingered in Din’s mind. He was sure he will remember it for a while. He wasn’t sure if it really was a scent for women or if he was just being dumb. Maybe Boba didn’t care about gender norms. Which was completely fine for Din. He never got along with these anyway.

Boba was a good driver and Din noticed that Boba was driving a manual car, which made him even hotter.

“I am literally so hungry, I need one of those avocado bagels,” said Boba when they stopped at a red light.

Din chuckled softly and looked at Boba’s hand that was resting on the gear stick.

“Same here,” he answered and tore his eyes away.

Din’s mind was racing, he realised he somehow had to keep that conversation going. But it was hard for him, as always. He felt like Boba knew that.

“So, do you often go to that planetarium?”

Din smiled at that question.

“All the time. I love going there. If I can’t go I’ll watch the night sky myself,” ranted Din.

Boba chuckled.

“That sounds sweet, I’ve been there one time, a few years ago, but I usually drive past it when I run errands.”

Din realised he could just ask Boba if he wanted to come with Din. But Din wasn’t sure if that might be too much. On the other hand, Boba immediately invited Din to drink coffee with him, after having one short conversation. Din wanted to form the words but he kept sucking it back up.

Silence settled between them and Din cursed himself for not asking, now he felt like the right moment had passed.

They arrived at the coffee shop shortly after. It was a small place filled with plants and indie music was playing softly.

“This is a pretty nice place,” said Din softly and eyed the many plants that were surrounding them.

“Yes, I eat here pretty often, thought I might share it with you,” Boba winked at Din and slid over the menu for Din to take.

Of course, Din got flustered at the wink. he wasn’t used to people being so open and kind around him. He couldn’t tell if Boba was just joking or if he really winked at him. Din buried his nose in the menu to hide his pink cheeks but Boba seemed to have noticed because he looked away with a smug smile.

Din was physically not able to comment on that. He was already way too occupied with not melting into an awkward puddle. He concentrated on the menu and just chose a bagel with avocado and a latte macchiato with it. He was too nervous to really think about what he wanted to eat.

“I don’t need it, I already know what I want,” said Boba when Din offered it to him.

Din just nodded.

The waitress came around and they both said what they wanted to eat. Din looked out of the window awkwardly.

“So tell me, how long have you been working for Smith Design and Print?”

“I don’t know, I think it has been three years by now,” answered Din and fumbled with his fingers.

Boba nodded and gently tucked a curl of his hair behind his ear. A small silver ring sat around his earlobe. Din hadn’t noticed that before.

“And why did you start? Where have you worked before?”, continued Din.

“I was at a big printing company, but I didn’t like the colleagues, nor the boss. They were kind of...bigheaded. I don’t like that.”

The waitress came with their coffee and Boba thanked her with an honest smile.

“Other than here,” continued Boba. “The people here are pretty nice. Especially the web designer.”

Boba wouldn’t leave Din alone with his charm. He was definitely flirting, now it became obvious, even for Din. The problem was...he had no clue how to respond to that.

“Uh, “he just got out and looked at the plant next to them. It was a dieffenbachia.

Boba giggled softly and drank a sip out of his coffee mug.

Din really had to keep himself from making a weird face. Awkward interactions like this left a tingly feeling on his skin and on the inside of his skull. He hated it and he felt like he couldn’t get rid of it.

At least the food came so they had something else to focus on. Din was surprised at how good his bagel looked. His stomach growled in agreement.

They both ate in silence for a short while. Din asked himself again if Boba flirted with him just for fun or if he really wanted to get...involved with him. It made Din shiver just thinking about it. But even if Din would agree to that...Boba was his coworker. How the hell would that even work.

Last night, Din was watching a movie with a love story, he fell asleep during it but he remembered that before he was off to dreamland, he thought that some good things only happened because someone had a dumb idea and risked something. The couple in the movie wouldn’t have found each other if at least one of them hadn’t taken the risk of asking the other one out. Din was sick of waiting for other people to make moves, sometimes, he had to be the one who took the risk. Boba had given Din a few hints and Din had never been able to respond to it properly, so maybe he should just take a hint, but a bigger one.

He had thought about it before and fucked up, maybe this is the time. He could ask Boba on a date and they could get to know each other a little bit better. They could end up as just friends too but who knows. Din was sick of waiting.

He swallowed the piece of avocado in his mouth and prepared mentally for what he was about to do. But before he could even start to speak, a young woman was standing in front of their table. She had bright red hair and was wearing a Misfits shirt.

“Hey sorry to interrupt you guys but...I saw you live on Saturday. it was an amazing show.”

Now Din was completely confused. But Boba wasn’t.

“Thanks! It was a great evening!”

“I was there with my friends and honestly, it’s been a while since I have seen such a good live band! Really! You guys are very cool,” the young woman continued and threw her hair over her shoulder.

Boba smiled and took a bite from his bagel.

“Thanks! I’ll tell my bandmates.”

The red-haired woman smiled wider and held out her phone case and a sharpie.

“Could you sign this for me?”

Boba nodded and signed her phone case. All Din could do was stare in confusion. Did Boba play in a band?

“Okay, thanks! Have a nice day.”

“Yeah, you too,” Boba waved at her as she left.

When he turned back to Din he started giggling.

“Are you okay?”

Din chewed another bite of his food and slowly shook his head.

“I didn’t know you were famous.”

“Because I ain’t. I just play a lot of shows around here and the people know me. At least a few. I only had like two interactions like this before,” the dark-haired man took a sip of coffee. “I play in a band, by the way.”

Din was taken aback and felt so dumb suddenly. Boba was way out of his league. Din was just some random nerd who happened to be lucky enough to be around people like Boba. As if this man was really interested in spending more time with Din. Boba probably already had a partner. And if not, he would rather have one who goes to shows and spends time outside of their apartment.

Din could feel all the euphoria fall down the black hole that was created. His head felt heavy and his chest started to knot into itself. God, he was miserable.

Boba looked worried.

“Are you okay?” he asked and leaned a bit forward.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

Boba eyed Din and drank his last sip of coffee.

The energy had changed. Suddenly this whole lunch felt like a bad idea, they both felt it.

They both kept silent after that, they even paid in silence. On the ride back to the office, Din noticed that Boba was chewing on his lower lip. Din wanted to scream. He wanted to burst out and ask Boba if he was cool enough for him. If he wanted to spend time with him. He knew that, after they left the car, this whole interaction would be over. They will go back to work and be miserable. It felt like they were just seconds away from jumping off a cliff. Din didn’t want to lose this, whatever it was. He liked Boba. he felt comfortable around him. He didn’t want to think back and imagined what could have happened.

He remembered how euphoric he had felt and what he had thought about before the woman came to their table. He was so excited to learn more about Boba. He wanted to start taking risks.

Din saw the parking lot of their workplace come closer. It was just one traffic light separating them. His heart started to beat faster. He felt like he couldn’t get over himself. A heavy weight was holding down his tongue, he physically wasn’t able to form words.

Boba’s car was entering the parking lot.

Fuck it.

“I’ll take you to the planetarium.”

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