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Hank and Mikey: The Meeting

Happy Pride to everyone! I wanted to celebrate by writing a little gay fluff. I love these men just about as much as they love each other.

“Martha this has ta be, and I mean this with no exaggeration, the best gotdamn tuna casserola I’ve eva’ had. Pardon my French and all that.” Hank spoke through a napkin covered mouth.

Mikey jabs his husband in the ribs with his elbow; while maintaining a civil face.

“Gah! Cripes, I said I was sorry!” Hank rubs the wound.

Martha blushes and laughs gently “Well thank you Hank. It’s a family recipe, maybe my boy can teach it to you one day.”

“Oh Mah, you know I couldn’t do it justice. Besides Hank I don’t think has the patience for it.” He sips the coffee that had been gently steaming.

Ding Dong

Martha perks up “Oh my, is it time already?” Pushing back from the table she scampers out of the room.

Hank and Mikey exchange looks and shrugs. Hank was quick to start filling his face again.

Click clack click clack

The pungent stench of over priced perfume covers the savory notes of the casserole. Heavy and pointed steps echo on the tile flooring. As the noise draws closer, the soft jangle of many rings of jewelry. Then, a high pitched squeal.

“Oh mah gawd little Mikey!” Tan skin, long black hair, and a garish outfit of mismatched furs and fabrics.

“Theresa!” Mikey jumps from his seat and embraces the woman. Both speak in quick garbled inside lines and messages before Mikey turns and presents her to Hank. “Theresa, this is my husband Hank. Hank, this is my cousin Theresa.”

Hank, red in the face, quickly swallows the food in his mouth and wipes it with his napkin. He stands and offers his hand “How ya doin’- I mean, a pleasure.” His hand covers hers like a baseball mitt.

A pleasant quiet falls over the dinner table. Hank, now keenly aware of his posture and eating habits, sits idly like a statue as the cousins reconnect. He was happy just soaking in the happy glow of his husband. Then Theresa turns her attention to him.

“Now Hank, Aunt Martha says you are quite the story tella’.” She leans forward in her chair, her emerald eyes piercing through him.

“I-I mean I can spin a good yahn yeah.” He shifts in his chair.

“C’mon Hank, don’t be so modest.” Mikey rests a warm hand on his shoulder and squeezes gently.

Theresa scoots her chair closer, it squeaks loudly “I know just what I wanna hear! Mikey has been keeping his trap shut about it, how did you two get togetha’?”

“W-well I don’t kn-know about dat one.” Hank looks at Mikey. His gentle smile and light shoulder patting put Hank at ease. “Alright alright, twist mah arm why don’t cha?” He smiles coyly and rests his hand on Mikeys “So I had just spied this handsome sumbitch on a…uh…dating application.”

“He means Grindr.” Mikey interjects, turning Hank a brilliant shade of scarlet.

“Y-yeah that…anyway-”

***

It was a crisp spring morning. Not a single cloud in the sky to hide away the brilliant blue. A gentle wind carries along it the sweet scene of newly bloomed flowers, fresh lawn clippings, and fresh linens from beyond the eyes. In this beautiful time was a quaint little park; nestled amongst the only greenery left in the city. Here the sounds and smells of the concrete jungle could, at least for a time, be forgotten. In this park was a bench sat near a duck pond, and on this bench was a man of stout stature fidgeting with his collar.

Thick black hair was slicked back into wavy rows, the gel glinting in the high noon sun. His face was cleanly shaven but dark stubble was once more betraying his boyish appearance. Arms looking to be bursting out of his juniper purple polo, a size too small, the color complementing his complexion. Grabbing a handkerchief from his tan cargo shorts, he dabbed away the beaded sweat from his brow.

He keeps glancing down at his phone.

“Hank?” A voice calls from behind the man.

He shoots up at attention before shrinking back down to a reserved slouch, head lowered slightly.

Turning to face the voice his heart fluttered.

Standing across from him was the most handsome son of a bitch he had ever laid eyes on. He was lanky sure, but he filled out that navy blue button up and black slacks no problem. Long brown hair was tied in a back ponytail that playfully flitted about on the breeze. And that knitted vest, how could he not be entranced by the handmade clothing?

Before he could think further he was wrapped in a warm embrace. The man’s cologne tickling his nose.

“Oh Hank, it’s so great to finally meet up!” the man squeezed tighter, then just as quickly let go and took a step back and cleared his throat, “sorry, I should have asked.” He rubbed the back of his neck and forced a chuckle.

“N-n-no you’re g-good.” Hank pulled at his collar to try and cool off. “L-likewise Mikey.”

Awkward exchanges out of the way the men took a seat back on the bench and remained in silence. When one would go to speak, so would the other. They were caught in a standstill.

“Eh-hem, so Hank…did you have anything you’d like to do?” Mikey rested his hand on Hank’s, but his eyes remained averted.

“W-well, since you a-asked, I do.” Don’t say you, don’t say you! “I know of a really nice café down the road. Would you like to grab a cup?” Hank motioned vaguely in its direction.

Mikey smiled and nodded, “That sounds nice.”

So the men made their way out of the greenery and back into the gray. As they walked they made small talk about their day, what they had been up to since they last messaged each other, and other easy to digest topics. Reaching their destination both men made an attempt to open the door for the other, that was until another guest was leaving the establishment and held it open for the two. With muffled thanks they scampered into the dimly lit establishment.

Inside the sounds of chimes and bells filled the air, along with ethereal instruments. The air was chilled but not cold and strange aromas pestered. Staff waited in stiff stillness behind the counters, their faces contorted into proximations of pleasant smiles. As the men approached the register the cashier leaned forward and grinned widely at the men.

“Good afternoon gentlemen, welcome to Titania's Tonics, what will we be having today?” Her voice was more of a croak than actual words.

Hank and Mikey were too busy looking at the long list of drinks to notice her clawed fingers and subtly pointed ears.

“So what are you thinking?” Hank muttered to Mikey.

“I’m not sure, what do you usually get?”

“Oh this is my first time, like I know of the place, but uh, never been in.” Hank shrugged and looked to the cashier, “Hi, um, can I just get a black coffee please?”

“Certainly, and for you sir?” She looked to Mikey.

“What kind of blend is your coffee made of?” He was still looking at the menu.

“Oh we use a house blend, all of our beans are grown back home and roasted on site. It’s a proprietary blend however, can’t share. Now what can we started for you?” Her grip on the register tightened, the plastic creaking.

“I’ll just have the same, a black coffee please.” Mikey smiled politely at the cashier, unaware of the predatory glint in her eyes.

“Of course. Now,” she licked her lips “may I have your names?”

Hank looked around the empty café and then back at the menu, “Wait sec, how much is this costing us? I’m, uh, noticing your prices ain’t posted.”

“I can get the bill Hank, don’t worry about it.” Mikey smiled and went to get his wallet.

Hank placed a hand on Mikey’s wrist, “Nah, nah, that ain’t it,” he looked to the cashier who was staring blankly at the men, “hey uh, ain’t you guys also suppose to be wearing name tags and such?”

The cashier forced a polite smile, “I left mine at home.”

Hank furrowed his brow and shook his head taking Mikey by the arm, “I’m sorry, no disrespect meant, but I think we’re going to take our business elseplace. Please have yourself a lovely day and a blessed evening.”

With minor protest Mikey was dragged by Hank out of the building and down the block, “Hank, I’m sorry but what was that all about?” Mikey asked, slightly embarrassed and flustered, pulling his arm away from Hank.

Hank paced back and forth on the sidewalk taking a couple deep breaths, “Look I’m sorry to have done that all sudden like, but, I know a front when I smell one. And that there, that weren’t no ordinary coffee shop. No prices listed, no identifying tags, and I think I saw a dude in the back without a hairnet.” Hank leaned against a wall and rubbed his neck and let out a long exhale.

Mikey leaned next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Hank tensed at the touch but relaxed and nodded, “I’m sorry, I was runnin’ off pure instinct. Are you? Hope I didn’t embarrass you much.”

Mikey chuckled, “ Well, it was a little jarrin’ but, I’ll trust your judgment on this. Here,” Mikey took out his phone and typed in a search request, “let’s go to Howie’s Hoagies and have a bite yeah?” He got up from the wall, walked a few steps and looked back, “My treat, I owe you for being my hero.” He winked, turned, and kept walking.

Hank was red as a tomato but followed.

After their pleasant, uneventful, meal; the men made their way back to the park. The bustle of the city was all around them at this point. Sticking close Hank found his hand in Mikey’s on a few occasions. He wasn’t going to complain. On their way Mikey spotted an antiques store and with muted protest Hank was shepherded inside.

The inside of the shop was lined floor to ceiling with pottery, old books, furniture of some Mediterranean origin, and countless statues. Hank shuffled behind Mikey who was fervently lost like a child in a candy store. Each new art piece was something to ogle and inspect.

They must have milled around the store for an hour or so before the owner slinked out from behind her counter. Her skin was dark bronze and sparkled in the light of the sun that filtered through the tinted windows. Her hair, thick braids, was tucked under a large olive sunhat. On her face rested a pair of dark sunglasses. Her movements were fluid and flowing as she weaved between the different aisles and shelves. The only sound to betray her presence was the clattering of her cane.

“Are you gentlemen finding everything alright?” Her voice slithered from her mouth in a motherly tone.

Mikey was currently engrossed in an etched bowl of stark white and deep blues. Hank was slouched over on an ornate footstool, snoring softly.

Looking up at the owner Mikey smiled and nodded, “Yes thank you. I must say you have an amazing collection of items! I’ve never seen so many antiques together outside of a museum, where did you get all of this, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m glad you enjoy them,” she runs a finger along the chin of a nearby bust, “they are from back home. In my youth I was quite the collector of, fine, items. That bowl you have there, used to belong to my great-great-grandmother.”

Mikey gently sets the bowl down, “Amazing, why part with such sentimental things though?” His attention is caught by a large vase.

“Well, sadly, rents and leases can’t be paid for with old-world trinkets now can they?” She laughs.

Mikey has lifted the vase and is looking over the detailing of the paint, “If only, what are you askin’ for for this here?” He held the vase out to her.

Running a taloned finger across the terracotta she is silent as she thinks, “For that one, $2,000.”

Mikey beams, “Sold!”

Guiding him back to the register she sets a large weather tome down on the counter. Scanning over the pages she taps the spot on the page with the item description. Mikey fills out the identification out as needed but pauses.

“I’m sorry, but I’m,” he blushes, “well I’m kind of on a date, would it be alright if I left this here until I, or someone, can come around and pick it up?”

“That’s quite alright. Please keep in mind I do close my store around 5pm. Now how will you be paying?” She places a couple fingers on the upper rims of her glasses.

Mikey digs in his pockets, “Is check okay?” He sets his checkbook down on the counter.

“Check is perfectly acceptable.” She lowers her glasses a touch as he fills out the check.

Head down and writing, “A follow up question, do you accept donations?”

“I do.” She has lowered her glasses away from her eyes.

“Perfect.” He fills in the amount.

Glancing down at the check the owner is given pause, “Sir, I’m sorry but the vase is only $2,000.”

“I’m aware,” As he goes to hand her the check she fumbles as she places her glasses back over her eyes “but as you said, old trinkets don’t pay the bills. You have such a lovely collection, it would be a shame to see it all end up in the dump.” He smiles and goes to get Hank.

Muttering in his sleep Hank yelps in surprise when Mikey wakes him. The two share an awkward laugh before heading back out of the store. They do not see the owner holding the check and crying softly, an exhausted smile on her lips.

Now two men find themselves sat in a paddle boat, which is of course in the shape of a swan. The low sun casts not a harsh heat but a comforting glow around them and the pond. Hand in hand they lazily drift about the waters. They were discussing things about themselves, things not meant for instant messaging, and the events of the day. Between the shop and here, they had made several other detours and impromptu stops.

“So uh, Mikey,” Hank starts after an enjoyable stretch of comfortable silence “I um, I had a nice time today.”

“Mmhmm, me too Hank.” Mikey rubs the side of Hank’s hand with his thumb.

“Think you’d…um…I don’t know…maybe do this again?”

“I think I would, yeah.” Mikey smiles and rest his head on Hank’s shoulder.

“G-g-good! I m-mean, I’m gl-gl-glad. Cripes! Is it fuckin’ hot out here or what?” He fans himself and shifts his weight nervously.

Mikey chuckles and lifts his head. Placing a hand on the side of Hank’s head he looks into his eyes. Hank is frozen like a deer in the headlights. His breathing quick.

“You know, they say you shouldn’t kiss on the first date.” Mikey smirks and leans in a little closer.

Hank swallows hard and leans in a little closer as well, his face beet red, “Y-yeah?”

Both men can feel each other's breath and body heat as they get closer and closer.

Suddenly something cold and wet grabs Hank around the waist and he is pulled overboard. All at once the heat of the mid-day sun is washed away by an all consuming stagnant deluge. Sharp points dig into the side as the light grows dimmer and dimmer. He tries to look around but sees only the algal green of the water, and his own air bubbles fleeing to the surface. His vision starts to go dark as he hears a loud splash from above. Then, darkness.

The next thing he hears is a voice calling out to him. He then feels something warm and soft against his lips. Then his chest expands and everything floods back.

Sitting up he gasps and coughs, his head pounding. He presses on one side of his nose and expels water from the otherside, doing the same to the opposite side.

“What the fuck happened?” He croaks.

Mikey hands him something warm and soft, “Some bum tried to pull you under I think, I didn’t get a good look at the bastard.”

Hank dries his face off and realizes that the thing he was handed, was the vest Mikey had been wearing. Looking now at this date he saw him just as drenched. He hands the vest back but Mikey holds up a hand in refusal.

“Thanks for saving me.” Hank continues to dry his face and hair.

“I guess this makes us even.” Mikey jokes sitting close to Hank.

Hank pauses and takes a deep breath, he quickly turns and pecks Mikey on the cheek before looking back down at the ground, his head spinning. Mikey laughs and taps Hank on the shoulder. The two share a long look before leaning in, closing their eyes, and sharing their actual first kiss.

***

“Aaaaand, that is about how it went.” Hank leans back in his chair grinning.

The mother and sister sit in silence before erupting into high pitch noises.

“Oh-my-gawd! That is too freaking cute!” Theresa shrieks “Like somethin’ out of a movie!”

The rest of the conversation that evening was focused around the story. As the men indulged in the interrogation, they sat close to one another, hand in hand.

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