Whale Tales
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i_am_tl_drTitle: Whale Tales
Characters: Quentin Graham, Tyler Jordan Graham, and Max Parker
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2310
Notes: Quentin wouldn't stand to be gay bashed when he insisted he wasn't gay, he sure as hell won't stand for it now that he's accepted he's gay.
Timeline: December 11, 2015
The day In the Heart of the Sea hit theaters, Tyler Jordan wheedled Quentin into seeing it with him. Tyler Jordan had been really excited about this movie and Quentin didn’t entirely get his enthusiasm. “It’s a whaling thing,” Tyler Jordan said, “I brought you to the whaling museum, remember?”
“Yeah, but why are you so into it? I read Moby Dick. I wasn’t impressed.”
“Okay, you know my family is from that area, has been for like centuries, right?”
“Yeah…”
“I have ancestors who went out on whaling boats. Like, direct ancestors. My great great…” Tyler Jordan frowned and looked up. “Great? I don’t know how great. Like 1818. Pretty great. Grandfather, I mean.”
“Pretty great, oh my god.” Quentin snorted. “Okay, so whaling is in your blood. And you’re dragging me to this whale movie.”
“Shut up, I promise you’ll like it. Come on, you liked going out on the boat, didn’t you?”
“That wasn’t a whaling boat.”
“No shit, whaling boats aren’t a thing any more. You want me to take you on a whale watch next time we go out there? Last time I went out I saw like four whales. I mean, that was like ten years ago, but still.”
“You know what? Yeah. Let’s do that.”
“Okay. Next time we’re in Massachusetts. But I want to see this movie this weekend.”
“All right, fine. If it makes you happy, let’s go see it. But only if we see it at the AMC.”
“You just like that theater because we can cuddle.”
“Yeah, because those seats are awesome. Them’s the terms.”
“Done and done. Tonight?”
“Sure, we can go tonight.”
“Stellar!” Tyler Jordan kissed Quentin and grinned at him, and Quentin shook his head slightly, amused.
They went for the 6pm showing and got there early enough to pick the best seats right in the middle of the theater. The reclining seats with an armrest that could be put up from between the seats were the reason Quentin preferred that theater, and they snuggled up together, making fun of the previews in whispers to each other. Once the movie started, though, Tyler Jordan’s snarky remarks dried up, and every time Quentin looked at him it was to find wide eyes and a thrilled expression.
The movie actually wasn’t bad. Quentin hadn’t liked Moby Dick when he’d had to read it at school, but seeing a whaling boat was a lot cooler than the dry text. And, he had to admit, Chris Hemsworth was super hot and not hard to watch at all. And it was nice to have Tyler Jordan squeezing his hand through the exciting bits, even though there weren’t many exciting bits in the second half of the film. By the end of the film Quentin had had his head on Tyler Jordan’s shoulder for twenty minutes, and they were slow to leave, walking out of the theater hand in hand while Tyler Jordan enthused about the whales. As they walked through the lobby, a heavyset man in a baseball cap sneered at them.
“Goddamn queers.” Quentin went stock-still, pulling Tyler Jordan to a stop.
“Excuse me?” Quentin sounded polite but Tyler Jordan could see the spark in his eyes. “I must have misheard you.”
“I said, you’re a couple of disgusting cocksuckers,” the guy said, and Quentin glanced up at Tyler Jordan with a smirk and let go of his hand.
“Actually I’m a very tidy cocksucker,” Quentin said casually, “but you do look like a disgusting bigot.”
“Fucking faggots should be embarrassed of yourselves.” The guy took a step closer, fists clenched, and Quentin smiled at him.
“You know, I’m not? Not even a little bit. But you really are an embarrassment. And you look exceptionally stupid, too. Like really dumb.” A few people had stopped to stare at this scene taking place right in front of the concessions counter, and someone gasped as the guy took a swing at Quentin. Quentin, having been in innumerable fights, dodged easily, still smiling. “That was a mistake.” He glanced at Tyler Jordan, who gave him an encouraging nod, and Quentin threw the first punch he’d thrown at another person in almost two years with every bit of enthusiasm he’d been saving for a fight in all that time. He clipped the asshole’s jaw and sent him reeling.
“You little bitch!” The man staggered and shook his head to clear it. A few more people stopped to watch at the raised voices. Quentin bounced on his toes eagerly.
“Keep coming, please. If you’re that eager to get your ass handed to you by a fucking faggot.”
“Q, don’t taunt the dumb fuck.” Quentin smirked as the guy took another run at him, sidestepping and catching a foot around the guy’s ankle to send him to the ground right at Tyler Jordan’s feet. Tyler Jordan shook his head and kicked him in the ribs. “We done here? I still have Christmas presents to buy.”
“I don’t know, let’s ask him. You had enough, man? Cause I could do this until security comes to kick us all out, but I know he’s still buying gifts for me so I’m kinda invested in staying.” Quentin folded his arms, looking down at the man with a brow arched.
“Fuck off,” the man spat, and Quentin shook his head.
“You know, we have better things to do, so I’m just gonna walk away instead of making you apologize. But I want you to know that you’re an ugly fucking back-assward bigot and you’re on the wrong side of history, and I’m gonna forget about you pretty quickly, but you’re gonna remember getting your ass kicked by a couple of queers for a long, long time.” Quentin smiled, reaching out, and Tyler Jordan took his hand. “Merry Christmas, you human dingleberry.” They walked out of the theater, and Tyler Jordan couldn’t help laughing as they turned the corner into the mall.
“Christ, Quentin, you can be savage.”
“I should’ve hit him again,” Quentin said. “But I like this mall too much to get banned from it.”
“I should have known you’d shred him when you were so calm but you had that look in your eyes.”
“You helped, you kicked him.”
“Well, yeah. He called us shitty things.”
“Do you know how many punches I’ve thrown because someone called me a faggot? It’s a lot. I’d say thirty is lowballing it. Got suspended so many times in high school because I couldn’t walk away when someone spat that at me.” Tyler Jordan squeezed Quentin’s hand and tugged him toward Hot Topic.
“I’m glad you defended our honor,” he said, and Quentin smiled at him. “I wouldn’t have started shit. I would have just ignored him.”
“That’s because you’re a good person and I’m a vengeful asshole,” Quentin said brightly, “but you knew that when you married me.”
“I did.”
“Welcome to Hot Topic, can I help-- oh, hey guys!” Max rounded a display in full customer service mode but perked up as soon as he recognized them. “Last minute shopping?”
“It’s only the 11th, two weeks left is hardly last minute,” Quentin said.
“It’s last minute for me,” Tyler Jordan said. “Wanna help me find Pop figures for my sisters? I have some in mind.”
“Yeah, sure, let me grab the reach stick and I’ll meet you at the wall,” Max said, and he headed off to the back room. Tyler Jordan walked back to the ridiculously tall display wall of Funko Pops, and Quentin trailed after him a little more slowly, distracted by the band shirts. “Adding to Theresa’s collection?” Max asked as he came out.
“Theresa and Kendall are both getting a bunch of Pops,” Tyler Jordan said. “Wendy’s getting a down payment for her first tattoo.”
“What about Olivia?”
“Olivia is tricky,” Tyler Jordan said. “I might get her art supplies.”
“Get her a couple of adult coloring books,” Max suggested. “They’re pretty awesome. Prismacolors and coloring books. She’ll love them.”
“Dork,” Quentin said, coming up with a t-shirt folded over his arm. “She’s not that lame yet. She still has hope to turn out okay.”
“Shut up, I caught you coloring a week ago. Don’t act like you’re cool,” Tyler Jordan said. Quentin pouted at him, and Max snorted a laugh.
“Which Pops do you want? We have like a hundred of them but I don’t know where most of them are.”
“Do you have the Disney exclusives? With the glasses?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely. Well, at least Belle and Ariel and Cinderella. I haven’t seen Jasmine recently.”
“Well, Jasmine is Kendall’s favorite, so if we could find her…”
“You’re lucky I like you,” Max sighed, and started digging through the display, handing boxes off to Quentin while he searched. “What else, while I’m looking?”
“Theresa wanted the Inside Out ones, and I was going to get Kendall the Breaking Bad set.”
“Those are no problem.” Max started handing more boxes to Tyler Jordan. “There’s Joy and Sadness… Heisenberg… Jesse… Disgust…” He kept putting boxes back as he pulled more off the shelf, pulling them off higher shelves as he went. “Here’s Quentin’s primary emotion,” he said, passing Anger over. Quentin rolled his eyes. “Ah, here’s Jasmine. Did you want all the hipster princesses?”
“Cinderella, if you can find her. Theresa likes her best.”
“That seems apt,” Quentin said. “Given her proclivities.”
“She’d knit her own ballgown,” Max laughed, and he put the reach stick down. “I think Cinderella is up near the front. Pretty sure I saw one like half an hour ago.” He stacked the extras in Quentin’s arms back on the shelf. “Meet me by the register and I’ll grab it for you.” Tyler Jordan tipped a couple of the boxes he held into Quentin’s hands and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek after Max walked away.
“Want a Pop? I need to buy one more.”
“Let’s get Mal,” Quentin said, snagging the captain of Serenity off the shelf, and Tyler Jordan nodded.
“Excellent choice. Damn, I’m glad I married you.”
“Because I picked a Firefly character?” Quentin asked, amused.
“Because you understand me,” Tyler Jordan said softly, and stole a quick kiss on the lips. “And you protect me. And you’re wonderful.”
“Yeah, you definitely lucked out when you caught me,” Quentin said dryly. “You hooked the angriest fish in the sea.”
“You’re a lionfish,” Tyler Jordan said. “I’m a tang. And Max is a damselfish,” he said as they approached the counter. Max stuck his tongue out at them. “Damselfish are cute.”
“Bite me,” Max said. “I’m a bird. Not a fish.” He started ringing up the armfuls of Pops. “I’m a very colorful bird with a sweet song. Fish don’t sing.”
“You’ve never heard of the Bornean singing fish?” Tyler Jordan asked. “It does duets with whales. Very beautiful.”
“You’re so full of bullshit that your eyes are brown,” Max laughed, and Tyler Jordan conceded that with a shrug. “Thank you for coming in instead of ordering online. Do you have a lot of other shopping to do?”
“Nah, we should get out of the mall before Quentin throws down with anyone else.”
“What? What happened?”
“Some douchebag at the theater didn’t approve of us holding hands,” Quentin said. “He took a swing at me, so I hit him a couple times.”
“You shouldn’t hit people,” Max said mildly.
“Fuck that. Someone hurls gay slurs at me, they’re not walking away without a reminder of why they shouldn’t do that. I have a right to hold my husband’s hand in public. It’s not like we were making out in the theater or anything. We were just sitting close.”
“Oh, well, in that case, absolutely hit people.” Max looked Quentin over, half-smiling. “Doesn’t look like he hit you.”
“Please, he didn’t touch me. Not just dumb but also clumsy.”
“I know I shouldn’t encourage him to fight people, but you should see him move. All those jokes about being an apex predator weren’t really jokes,” Tyler Jordan said, nudging Quentin with his elbow.
“I don’t know why you thought they were jokes at all,” Quentin said, “They were never jokes. I’m dead serious about it.”
“I guess so.”
“Just cause you learned how to stop me fighting you fast, you think I’m harmless or something?”
“Lemon drop, you’ve never been harmless. I promise you I never thought that.”
“You’re definitely not harmless,” Max said. “And that’s $82.36 altogether.” Tyler Jordan handed over his card, and Max handed him back a slip to sign. “Think you can make it out of the mall without punching anyone else?”
“I make no guarantees,” Quentin said with a smirk. “But I’ll try to behave.” He took the bags Max handed across the counter.
“I’ll make him behave,” Tyler Jordan said. “Having him do all the carrying is a good start.”
“I’m not a pack mule,” Quentin said.
“No, you’re an apex predator,” Max laughed.
“You’re goddamn right I am.” Quentin tugged Tyler Jordan’s sleeve. “Come on, are we done with the mall? Let’s go home.”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Tyler Jordan agreed. “Thanks, Max. See you tomorrow night?”
“Right, we have a gig. Uh, text me tomorrow?”
“Please don’t forget our gig…”
“I won’t forget! Text me anyways. Goodnight, guys.”
“Night,” Quentin said, leading the way out of the Hot Topic. Tyler Jordan took one of the bags from him as they walked back through the mall and out to the car, and Quentin caught him against the side of the car and kissed him before they left. “Let me drive?”
“You’re the hero tonight, Q, you can have anything you want.”
“Oh really… I’m sure I can think of something else by the time we get home.”
Characters: Quentin Graham, Tyler Jordan Graham, and Max Parker
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2310
Notes: Quentin wouldn't stand to be gay bashed when he insisted he wasn't gay, he sure as hell won't stand for it now that he's accepted he's gay.
Timeline: December 11, 2015
The day In the Heart of the Sea hit theaters, Tyler Jordan wheedled Quentin into seeing it with him. Tyler Jordan had been really excited about this movie and Quentin didn’t entirely get his enthusiasm. “It’s a whaling thing,” Tyler Jordan said, “I brought you to the whaling museum, remember?”
“Yeah, but why are you so into it? I read Moby Dick. I wasn’t impressed.”
“Okay, you know my family is from that area, has been for like centuries, right?”
“Yeah…”
“I have ancestors who went out on whaling boats. Like, direct ancestors. My great great…” Tyler Jordan frowned and looked up. “Great? I don’t know how great. Like 1818. Pretty great. Grandfather, I mean.”
“Pretty great, oh my god.” Quentin snorted. “Okay, so whaling is in your blood. And you’re dragging me to this whale movie.”
“Shut up, I promise you’ll like it. Come on, you liked going out on the boat, didn’t you?”
“That wasn’t a whaling boat.”
“No shit, whaling boats aren’t a thing any more. You want me to take you on a whale watch next time we go out there? Last time I went out I saw like four whales. I mean, that was like ten years ago, but still.”
“You know what? Yeah. Let’s do that.”
“Okay. Next time we’re in Massachusetts. But I want to see this movie this weekend.”
“All right, fine. If it makes you happy, let’s go see it. But only if we see it at the AMC.”
“You just like that theater because we can cuddle.”
“Yeah, because those seats are awesome. Them’s the terms.”
“Done and done. Tonight?”
“Sure, we can go tonight.”
“Stellar!” Tyler Jordan kissed Quentin and grinned at him, and Quentin shook his head slightly, amused.
They went for the 6pm showing and got there early enough to pick the best seats right in the middle of the theater. The reclining seats with an armrest that could be put up from between the seats were the reason Quentin preferred that theater, and they snuggled up together, making fun of the previews in whispers to each other. Once the movie started, though, Tyler Jordan’s snarky remarks dried up, and every time Quentin looked at him it was to find wide eyes and a thrilled expression.
The movie actually wasn’t bad. Quentin hadn’t liked Moby Dick when he’d had to read it at school, but seeing a whaling boat was a lot cooler than the dry text. And, he had to admit, Chris Hemsworth was super hot and not hard to watch at all. And it was nice to have Tyler Jordan squeezing his hand through the exciting bits, even though there weren’t many exciting bits in the second half of the film. By the end of the film Quentin had had his head on Tyler Jordan’s shoulder for twenty minutes, and they were slow to leave, walking out of the theater hand in hand while Tyler Jordan enthused about the whales. As they walked through the lobby, a heavyset man in a baseball cap sneered at them.
“Goddamn queers.” Quentin went stock-still, pulling Tyler Jordan to a stop.
“Excuse me?” Quentin sounded polite but Tyler Jordan could see the spark in his eyes. “I must have misheard you.”
“I said, you’re a couple of disgusting cocksuckers,” the guy said, and Quentin glanced up at Tyler Jordan with a smirk and let go of his hand.
“Actually I’m a very tidy cocksucker,” Quentin said casually, “but you do look like a disgusting bigot.”
“Fucking faggots should be embarrassed of yourselves.” The guy took a step closer, fists clenched, and Quentin smiled at him.
“You know, I’m not? Not even a little bit. But you really are an embarrassment. And you look exceptionally stupid, too. Like really dumb.” A few people had stopped to stare at this scene taking place right in front of the concessions counter, and someone gasped as the guy took a swing at Quentin. Quentin, having been in innumerable fights, dodged easily, still smiling. “That was a mistake.” He glanced at Tyler Jordan, who gave him an encouraging nod, and Quentin threw the first punch he’d thrown at another person in almost two years with every bit of enthusiasm he’d been saving for a fight in all that time. He clipped the asshole’s jaw and sent him reeling.
“You little bitch!” The man staggered and shook his head to clear it. A few more people stopped to watch at the raised voices. Quentin bounced on his toes eagerly.
“Keep coming, please. If you’re that eager to get your ass handed to you by a fucking faggot.”
“Q, don’t taunt the dumb fuck.” Quentin smirked as the guy took another run at him, sidestepping and catching a foot around the guy’s ankle to send him to the ground right at Tyler Jordan’s feet. Tyler Jordan shook his head and kicked him in the ribs. “We done here? I still have Christmas presents to buy.”
“I don’t know, let’s ask him. You had enough, man? Cause I could do this until security comes to kick us all out, but I know he’s still buying gifts for me so I’m kinda invested in staying.” Quentin folded his arms, looking down at the man with a brow arched.
“Fuck off,” the man spat, and Quentin shook his head.
“You know, we have better things to do, so I’m just gonna walk away instead of making you apologize. But I want you to know that you’re an ugly fucking back-assward bigot and you’re on the wrong side of history, and I’m gonna forget about you pretty quickly, but you’re gonna remember getting your ass kicked by a couple of queers for a long, long time.” Quentin smiled, reaching out, and Tyler Jordan took his hand. “Merry Christmas, you human dingleberry.” They walked out of the theater, and Tyler Jordan couldn’t help laughing as they turned the corner into the mall.
“Christ, Quentin, you can be savage.”
“I should’ve hit him again,” Quentin said. “But I like this mall too much to get banned from it.”
“I should have known you’d shred him when you were so calm but you had that look in your eyes.”
“You helped, you kicked him.”
“Well, yeah. He called us shitty things.”
“Do you know how many punches I’ve thrown because someone called me a faggot? It’s a lot. I’d say thirty is lowballing it. Got suspended so many times in high school because I couldn’t walk away when someone spat that at me.” Tyler Jordan squeezed Quentin’s hand and tugged him toward Hot Topic.
“I’m glad you defended our honor,” he said, and Quentin smiled at him. “I wouldn’t have started shit. I would have just ignored him.”
“That’s because you’re a good person and I’m a vengeful asshole,” Quentin said brightly, “but you knew that when you married me.”
“I did.”
“Welcome to Hot Topic, can I help-- oh, hey guys!” Max rounded a display in full customer service mode but perked up as soon as he recognized them. “Last minute shopping?”
“It’s only the 11th, two weeks left is hardly last minute,” Quentin said.
“It’s last minute for me,” Tyler Jordan said. “Wanna help me find Pop figures for my sisters? I have some in mind.”
“Yeah, sure, let me grab the reach stick and I’ll meet you at the wall,” Max said, and he headed off to the back room. Tyler Jordan walked back to the ridiculously tall display wall of Funko Pops, and Quentin trailed after him a little more slowly, distracted by the band shirts. “Adding to Theresa’s collection?” Max asked as he came out.
“Theresa and Kendall are both getting a bunch of Pops,” Tyler Jordan said. “Wendy’s getting a down payment for her first tattoo.”
“What about Olivia?”
“Olivia is tricky,” Tyler Jordan said. “I might get her art supplies.”
“Get her a couple of adult coloring books,” Max suggested. “They’re pretty awesome. Prismacolors and coloring books. She’ll love them.”
“Dork,” Quentin said, coming up with a t-shirt folded over his arm. “She’s not that lame yet. She still has hope to turn out okay.”
“Shut up, I caught you coloring a week ago. Don’t act like you’re cool,” Tyler Jordan said. Quentin pouted at him, and Max snorted a laugh.
“Which Pops do you want? We have like a hundred of them but I don’t know where most of them are.”
“Do you have the Disney exclusives? With the glasses?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely. Well, at least Belle and Ariel and Cinderella. I haven’t seen Jasmine recently.”
“Well, Jasmine is Kendall’s favorite, so if we could find her…”
“You’re lucky I like you,” Max sighed, and started digging through the display, handing boxes off to Quentin while he searched. “What else, while I’m looking?”
“Theresa wanted the Inside Out ones, and I was going to get Kendall the Breaking Bad set.”
“Those are no problem.” Max started handing more boxes to Tyler Jordan. “There’s Joy and Sadness… Heisenberg… Jesse… Disgust…” He kept putting boxes back as he pulled more off the shelf, pulling them off higher shelves as he went. “Here’s Quentin’s primary emotion,” he said, passing Anger over. Quentin rolled his eyes. “Ah, here’s Jasmine. Did you want all the hipster princesses?”
“Cinderella, if you can find her. Theresa likes her best.”
“That seems apt,” Quentin said. “Given her proclivities.”
“She’d knit her own ballgown,” Max laughed, and he put the reach stick down. “I think Cinderella is up near the front. Pretty sure I saw one like half an hour ago.” He stacked the extras in Quentin’s arms back on the shelf. “Meet me by the register and I’ll grab it for you.” Tyler Jordan tipped a couple of the boxes he held into Quentin’s hands and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek after Max walked away.
“Want a Pop? I need to buy one more.”
“Let’s get Mal,” Quentin said, snagging the captain of Serenity off the shelf, and Tyler Jordan nodded.
“Excellent choice. Damn, I’m glad I married you.”
“Because I picked a Firefly character?” Quentin asked, amused.
“Because you understand me,” Tyler Jordan said softly, and stole a quick kiss on the lips. “And you protect me. And you’re wonderful.”
“Yeah, you definitely lucked out when you caught me,” Quentin said dryly. “You hooked the angriest fish in the sea.”
“You’re a lionfish,” Tyler Jordan said. “I’m a tang. And Max is a damselfish,” he said as they approached the counter. Max stuck his tongue out at them. “Damselfish are cute.”
“Bite me,” Max said. “I’m a bird. Not a fish.” He started ringing up the armfuls of Pops. “I’m a very colorful bird with a sweet song. Fish don’t sing.”
“You’ve never heard of the Bornean singing fish?” Tyler Jordan asked. “It does duets with whales. Very beautiful.”
“You’re so full of bullshit that your eyes are brown,” Max laughed, and Tyler Jordan conceded that with a shrug. “Thank you for coming in instead of ordering online. Do you have a lot of other shopping to do?”
“Nah, we should get out of the mall before Quentin throws down with anyone else.”
“What? What happened?”
“Some douchebag at the theater didn’t approve of us holding hands,” Quentin said. “He took a swing at me, so I hit him a couple times.”
“You shouldn’t hit people,” Max said mildly.
“Fuck that. Someone hurls gay slurs at me, they’re not walking away without a reminder of why they shouldn’t do that. I have a right to hold my husband’s hand in public. It’s not like we were making out in the theater or anything. We were just sitting close.”
“Oh, well, in that case, absolutely hit people.” Max looked Quentin over, half-smiling. “Doesn’t look like he hit you.”
“Please, he didn’t touch me. Not just dumb but also clumsy.”
“I know I shouldn’t encourage him to fight people, but you should see him move. All those jokes about being an apex predator weren’t really jokes,” Tyler Jordan said, nudging Quentin with his elbow.
“I don’t know why you thought they were jokes at all,” Quentin said, “They were never jokes. I’m dead serious about it.”
“I guess so.”
“Just cause you learned how to stop me fighting you fast, you think I’m harmless or something?”
“Lemon drop, you’ve never been harmless. I promise you I never thought that.”
“You’re definitely not harmless,” Max said. “And that’s $82.36 altogether.” Tyler Jordan handed over his card, and Max handed him back a slip to sign. “Think you can make it out of the mall without punching anyone else?”
“I make no guarantees,” Quentin said with a smirk. “But I’ll try to behave.” He took the bags Max handed across the counter.
“I’ll make him behave,” Tyler Jordan said. “Having him do all the carrying is a good start.”
“I’m not a pack mule,” Quentin said.
“No, you’re an apex predator,” Max laughed.
“You’re goddamn right I am.” Quentin tugged Tyler Jordan’s sleeve. “Come on, are we done with the mall? Let’s go home.”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Tyler Jordan agreed. “Thanks, Max. See you tomorrow night?”
“Right, we have a gig. Uh, text me tomorrow?”
“Please don’t forget our gig…”
“I won’t forget! Text me anyways. Goodnight, guys.”
“Night,” Quentin said, leading the way out of the Hot Topic. Tyler Jordan took one of the bags from him as they walked back through the mall and out to the car, and Quentin caught him against the side of the car and kissed him before they left. “Let me drive?”
“You’re the hero tonight, Q, you can have anything you want.”
“Oh really… I’m sure I can think of something else by the time we get home.”
