The Best of Birthdays
“ I swear to fuck you boys drop this cake and I’ll kill you. “ Izzy had told both Frenchie and Fang earlier in the morning when they went to the venue. He’d managed to sneak out early, crack of dawn early before Stede was awake to get the damn thing delivered. Of course he already knew that Stede knew he’d baked a cake, but he had no idea what it was and he knew the suspense was killing him. With both of their help he managed to move the very large cake inside the small bar. This was one of their favorite places to go and Izzy had insisted he rent the space for a party. He was good at showing his love like that, going the extra mile for his beloved writer. He’d made it back home before Stede was even the wiser, once again tucked into bed.
It was impossible to hide this party so it had been discussed and by the evening the two of them were already heading to the bar. He’d been counting on their friends to finish decorating, possibly being a tad of a dictator about the party in ways just because it was his first birthday with him and he wanted it to be the best he’d ever had. Food had been chosen, games set up, even some entertainment.. which was a big part of the surprise. At least the first part of it, anyway. It was a private party but had been opened up a little to those that came to the bakery and bookshop. Izzy had invited quite a few, but he made sure the most important of people were there.
So Izzy had gotten into his tightest and sexiest leather pants he could find. He didn’t really have too much of a backside to show but he damn sure had a lot in the front. Leather belt was situated slightly askew, black boots on his feet. He was the definition of leather daddy tonight, but this was also a queer bar they visited that he’d rented out. It was in a safe part of town for them. He’d put on a gorgeous black top which he deliberately left open so he could show off the top of his chest. He was damn sure going to be a feast for the eyes for his partner tonight. He’d parked the car and started walking the guest of honor down the sidewalk, also in his best.
“ This is going to be the best birthday you’ve ever had. “ Izzy reassured, snatching his waist in their saunter to kiss the top of his head. Living in a seaside town this time of year in July it could get hot during the day, but at night it was a bit cooler as the light had been turned off. One could argue that renting the space, making the cake, making preparations were gift enough.. but the baker had gone an extra mile for his birthday gift tonight. They’d begin together for nearly a year now.. wow. Nearly a year. Longest relationship he’s ever had for sure. He rounded the corner with him and untwined from around his waist so he could head to the door.
“ I see him!!!! “ Ed shouted proudly from the window. He was the lookout.. and damn didn’t his ex look good in those leather pants. The man of honor was looking good too.
“ So are we all shoutin’ surprise, or? I mean it’s not really a surprise is it.. we’re just ‘ere at the bar — “ Frenchie rambled, at least until Jim gave him a hard smack to the back of his head.
“ Of course we’re shouting surprise, pendejo. He hasn’t seen all the work that we’ve put in! “ They tsk’ed with their mouth. But in a few short moments the door was opening and all of them were waiting in position with smiles in the brightly decorated bar, Jim bringing a noisemaker to their mouth.
“ SURPRISE!!!!! “
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I like how dropout shows often have an almost “filmed in front of a live studio audience” effect from simply having the crew obviously losing their minds off camera
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Hey.... bad news... yeah, they got ahold of your found family... yeah, they're assigning them nuclear familial titles... yeah, I don't think they know that's not the point... I know, I know. Sorry man, nothing I can do about it now.
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oh my god?
so real for this. i know a guy like this.
note. this is not what the movie is remotely about. it is far better.
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