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[braveoff]

Well that's more unexpected than the visit, but after a beat and a surprised blink Drake rolls with it. Sure, they can go out. Why not?

"Okay, cool. Let me put on... real clothes, at least." He leans forward, kissing Jesus' cheek quickly before turning to head back to his room. "You're thinking just a normal bar?"

[hippie_ninja]

He brushes his hand across Drake's shoulder as he goes. "First one we find with decent music. What kind are you into?"

[braveoff]

"In general, or when I'm drunk?" Drake calls back from his closet, his voice accompanied by the clatter of hangers shifting. Just a bar means he can wear whatever but he doesn't get many excuses to pull out his nice stuff. "Remember when we met and I told you nostalgia was comforting?"

[hippie_ninja]

He goes back to giving Sable attention while he waits, listening. "Yeah but I don't know what's nostalgic for you. Cheesy country songs? Classic rock?"

[braveoff]

"I can do classic rock in a pinch... but it's worse than that," he warns teasingly as he starts changing. "I was a 90s kid."

[hippie_ninja]

"You can't scare me with that. I was born in '84," he retorts. "I had a crush on half the Backstreet Boys."

[braveoff]

When Drake speaks again he sounds closer -- that's because he's peeking out of the bedroom to smirk at Jesus, shirtless and buttoning a pair of well fitting jeans.

"Which half?"

[hippie_ninja]

It's probably obvious, on account of Jesus's lack of poker face, that for a moment they almost don't leave the bedroom. He looks Drake over, licks his lips, rallies.

"Nick, AJ, and Howie." Maybe if he'd been at peace with his attractions then he'd have settled on just one, but no.

[braveoff]

Yeah, Drake catches that look. It only amuses him more, but going out was Jesus' plan and he'll stick to it. When the other man doesn't move from the foyer he goes ahead and ducks back in to pull on his shirts.

"Howie? In the 90s?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah that's me, I was the only one," he calls back. He wonders if any of them survived the Fall, then shakes that thought away. "Who were you into?"

[braveoff]

"You were just ahead of your time. Did your world end before Unbreakable dropped? 'Cuz he really had a glow up."

This conversation is surreal, honestly. It's been a very long time since Drake was able to discuss pop culture from his childhood like this, since none of his friends have been from similar worlds. He steps out of the bedroom fully dressed, buttoning the cuffs of a very soft looking dress shirt he's left half open to show contrast patterning inside, a tight black undershirt beneath it.

"Gotta say I was more into girls at the time, though."

[hippie_ninja]

"I never saw that," he calls back, wishing he had.

He walks over to him, runs a hand along Drake's chest and kisses him. "Lucky for me you decided you liked boys, too, huh? When did that happen?" A teasing grin. "Did Howie help?"

[braveoff]

"Nah, wasn't him," Drake answers, looping an arm around Jesus' shoulders. They're not in a rush, right? He'll get his coat and winter stuff on in a minute. "You're gonna roll your eyes if I tell you. Does it still make me a stereotype if I never did anything about it?"

[hippie_ninja]

"Depends. Who was it?" This is going to be good.

[braveoff]

"Oh, nobody famous. Just a friend I had a little thing for." He pauses for dramatic effect, then shakes his head at how ridiculous it sounds. "...in prison."

[hippie_ninja]

Jesus grins with all his badge bunny mischief. "Who was it and what did you like about them?"

[braveoff]

It doesn't really play into that fantasy if there was no cop involved, Jesus... but Drake tugs on his beard for that grin anyway, expression thoughtful.

"I'd never really had friends before. Either not for long or not that I could trust, so I figured it'd be the same inside. Keep my head down and nobody would notice me or care what my deal was, just like always. That mostly worked for about a month? Then one dinner Vic comes over to my table and sits right across from me, tosses a candy bar on my tray, and says if that doesn't cheer me the fuck up he's gonna stab me so I get a vacation to medical and he doesn't have to see my mopey face for awhile."

Drake's lips quirk up in amusement at the memory. "He was joking. And the rest is kind of a long story, but he's the first person I can remember that gave a shit at a point where it didn't matter anymore what I admitted. And he was ripped... at some point I figured out that wasn't just a platonic observation."

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah? You like that kind of thing?" Jesus, who is also very ripped, teases.

He's flirting hard tonight, and he hasn't even had anything to drink yet.

[braveoff]

"I might have a type... a little bit of one, anyway. He was ex-military and pretty fucked up from it, but even with a fake leg would run circles around half the block."

There's definitely a handful of similarities that apply to all the guys he's been interested in. But the physical ones are coincidental, in Drake's opinion. His grin softens.

"More than that it was 'cuz he cared, I think. There haven't been many people I can say that about, especially back then."

[hippie_ninja]

The teasing melts off into something softer. "I'm glad you had him. It must have been a tricky thing to figure out there, though. That you go both ways."

He tugs Drake's hand to lead him to get his coat.

[braveoff]

"Not really?" Drake shrugs, letting Jesus lead him back towards the door where his boots and coat are so they can head out. "Nobody messed with me, so it was just something new I learned about myself."

[hippie_ninja]

"I wish it went that smoothly for me when I realized I was into men," he grimaces. "It took me a while to be okay with it."

[braveoff]

"Can I ask why?" he asks, straightening up from getting his boots on and grabbing his scarf and hat to bundle up a little more. "The Jesus thing was a joke that stuck, right? Or were you religious?"

Cw homophobia, abuse

[hippie_ninja]

"No, no," a chuckle. He's respectful of others' beliefs but he is a sacrilegious little gremlin, too. "I never went to church. Maybe twice with different foster families. No, I just got beat up a bit when foster brothers suspected. So then it was better to just keep it quiet, keep it to myself until I was out of the system. At least that's what I tried to do. Got to senior year of high school that way."

Re: Cw homophobia, abuse

[braveoff]

"I'm sorry. What happened senior year?" He's pulling his coat on now, and then leaning down to say goodbye to Sable so they can leave. "If you're cool talking about it."