"And what did you say?" That seemed to be the only thing people were able to ask him that night. Every classmate, every friend, all his text messages had that question painted in one way or another. Lilac looked out the window of his room, to the front porch of his house. There was something soothing about the emptiness of the dark street bathed by warm, yellow streetlights. He tried to think about something else, anything else but, before long, his mind would always go back to the same place: You are just too good to be true... "Damn it!" He threw one of his pillows against the door. There was a loud bang when the fabric hit the wood, way too loud for what he expected of a pillow. Lilac cursed, hoping he had not awakened his dad. He waited for one second, then two... nothing. He sighed in relief before his mind brought back the memory. Can't take my eyes off of you... "Shit." Well, if he couldn't escape it, then he would have to face it: a boy he didn't know, from his high school, had just asked him to be his partner for homecoming. "Woah, it sounds way less real outloud," he whispered to himself. Why was he so confused by all that? Shouldn't he be flattered to be asked in such a romantic way or angry to have been put on the spot like that? Truth be told, he wasn't either. He was confused. "How did he know?" Was the first question that came to his mind. "I'm not gay," he then said, and it was true, he wasn't. He was bi. But very few people knew. It wasn't like he was hiding it, no, Lilac accepted himself, he had even told his parents about it. Yet, he wasn't very obviously gay. He didn't like playing with dolls, was a terrible dancer, knew nothing of fashion, and wasn't interested in make-up or stuff like that. Yeah, he knew better than to be solely guided by stereotypes, however, he was used to being mistaken for a straight guy. In highschool, even though clases bored him to death, and every teacher was as dull as the last, he had found football which had only reinforced that mistake. Heck, he even dated one of the girls on the cheerleading team for months. And now... there was this boy. Lilac tried to focus on him. Oddly enough, he had repeated the entire thing so many times in his head that the details were becoming fuzzier and fuzzier. His phone chimed, it was a new text. Lilac looked at the screen, it was the same question once more: "what did you say?" For once, he wasn't sure anymore, what had he said? It took him more than a minute to remember. "I'll think about it," he repeated. He was in his room but he could feel himself back on the school hallways, a hundred eyes on him, awaiting for his response while the speakers kept playing that song. "I'll think about it." And he did. As a matter of fact, he was thinking about it right now. Lilac walked circles around his room for what felt like hours until, finally, he asked one of his teammates for the boy's number. When he got it, he confirmed it: he had never seen that number before, it wasn't on his contacts, he definitely didn't know the boy. Yet, he called him. As the phone rang, Lilac looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was almost two in the morning. He felt the sudden urge to hang up but then, it connected. "Hey," he heard the voice coming from the other side, it was the boy, it definitely was him. "Don't worry, I can't sleep either." That made him chuckle. "Hey," he said, stupidly, then silence. God, the silence, there was nothing as painful, as awkward or uncomfortable as that silence. "I didn't know you had my number," the boy rescued him. "I didn't. I had to ask for it, I just..." "I'm sorry," the boy cut him. "No, really. I... Sorry. It was a stupid idea, asking you to homecoming like that... I mean, when I saw your face, damn, I wanted to die. You looked so confused. I'm sorry, Lilac. Probably everyone in school hates me right now for catching one of the football stars off guard like that. Sorry." Oddly, that made Lilac feel a little better. "Don't apologize, man, it was nice. Actually, I think everyone hates me for not saying yes right then and there. Sorry about that, by the way." "Oh," Lilac could almost hear the boy think. "It was painful, I admit, but I didn't die. I mean, `I'll think about it' is better than `no', right?" "I'm so sorry, damn. It's just that... you took me by surprise!" Lilac started walking around his room. "I never thought that banner was for me. I mean, don't most people ask someone they are already dating?" "Wait..." the boy on the other line took a step back, Lilac heard him laugh in the background, letting himself fall into his bed. "Oh, no, no, no, no..." Was the boy laughing or crying? Maybe both. "Are you alright?" "You don't know who I am," it wasn't a question. "Do you even know my name?" Lilac stayed silent, and the boy started laughing again. "I am the stupidest person in the world." "No, no, you are not!" Lilac added hurriedly. "I'm just terrible with names, ask any teacher, my memory sucks! And with the team there's just so many people I..." "My God," the boy seemed on the verge of collapse. "If I had known I probably wouldn't have asked you out... I... I was in your graphic design class when we were freshmen. We made a project together. Do you remember?" Lilac tried to but that had been a year ago, he barely recalled it. "I remember the project, yeah, but... I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names, I... sorry." "We had to make a model, there were six members on our team, you and I were two of them. We all went to your house after school, you played some of your old CDs while we worked." Lilac could feel the sadness and embarrassment on the other side of the line so he closed his eyes, trying to bring the memory back. "I, okay, I may not remember your name but I remember the model, the team was..." Lilac pressed his eyes harder. "Me, Marcus, Tysha, both of which ended up becoming my friends, there was a girl with thick square glasses, that boy who always wears headphones, and one latino guy who smelled really good all the time, like fresh cut oranges. We got the highest grade..." "What did you say?" The boy asked. "Oh, I said we got the highest grade." "No, before that... you said you remember that I smelled good? You liked the way I smell?" The boy was smiling from the other end of the line. "Seems your nose has better memory than your eyes." Lilac cursed himself. "Maybe it does." He walked slowly towards his desk, glancing at the lilacs the boy had given him. He turned to a corner and there it was, the model they had made a year ago. Lilac wondered why he still had that thing. It was the first A+ he had obtained in high school and, so far, the only one. Then, he remembered. Not the boy's name but the memory of them working in his room. It was late October, the brown, and orange leaves decorated the paved street, the cold air was ornamented by the voices of Dylan, Joel, and Sinatra, when... Lilac stopped. He looked at his collection of CDs on the shelf. Sinatra. It's too good to be true, the song went. Can't take my eyes off of you... Lilac took his hand to his forehead. Sinatra! Of course! The boy knew Lilac loved Sinatra, that's why he had played that song after the game! Yeah, it isn't originally Sinatra's but his version is amazing. Damn, the boy really remembered that from a year ago? "Okay, well, it's getting late. Sorry again for putting you on the spot like that, Lilac," the boy's voice brought him back. Only then Lilac realized he had been silent for more than a whole minute. "It's just that I always do all those big gestures, my sister says I make a big deal out of everything, that I don't know how to do discreet. If you want we can forget the whole thing, we can pretend it never..." "Yes," when the word came out of his mouth, even Lilac was surprised. "Yes? Oh, okay, then let's forget..." "No, no!" Lilac cut him. "I'm not saying `yes, let's forget it ever happened', no, I'm saying: yes, I would like to go to homecoming with you." "Wait, what, really?" "Really. It may seem, well, you know too good to be true but, believe me, it is. It's true. Let's go to homecoming together."
The monday after the big game, Lilac stumbled into the boy in the hallways. The two boys exchanged a brief glance before realizing how awkward it all was. "Hey," Lilac tried. "Hey," the boy replied. "Eh... good luck today in football practice." "Thanks, I..." Lilac kept walking. "Thanks." The teammate he was walking with asked if he had just seen a torture scene because that had been painful to watch. Unfortunately, things didn't get better during the next two weeks. The boy asked Lilac for lunch once, Lilac had practice but proposed the next day. That time, the boy declined, he had an exam to study for. By the time homecoming came around, they had barely had time to speak to one another. So much so that, in a way, homecoming felt a lot like a first date. He had rented a black suit, combed his hair, and even used some perfume. He just hoped it was enough. Lilac was walking anxiously around his room, looking at the clock every two minutes. "Why are you nervous?" He stared at the mirror, "it's not like this is prom or anything," far from it, actually. It was homecoming and they were both sophomores, not seniors. Still, the nerves were devouring him. Finally, he heard a car park on the front of his house. Lilac ran downstairs and opened the door before his family would get any ideas. In less than ten seconds, Lilac was standing in the front yard, under the warm front porch light but there he stopped dead in his tracks. "What is that?" In front of his house, the boy had parked what very clearly was a long, elegant, recently polished, black limousine. And, just when Lilac thought his jaw couldn't fall any more, that same old song started blasting through the speakers at max volume. You are too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you... and as the song went by, the boy rose up from the sunroof, singing, his hands opened wide. One by one, all the neighbors in the street opened their doors and windows, looking at what the fuss was about. Lilac hid his face with his hands but even he couldn't help but smile. Looking over his shoulders he thanked his parents for saving him some face and not coming outside. When the chauffeur opened the limo's door, Lilac walked the length of his front yard, thanked him, and stepped inside. "You have a unique talent to make everything feel like a big deal," was the first thing that came out of his mouth when he saw his date. "And your sister is right, you absolutely don't know how to be discreet." "Why waste the chance of making every second a big gesture? Besides, don't lie, you love it." The boy greeted him. "Oh, Lilac, you look-" "Don't," Lilac raised his hand. "Please don't. I... you asked me out, you invited me to homecoming, you are picking me up for the dance in a limo... so please, don't compliment my looks or I'm going to feel like a helpless princess in a Disney film." The boy laughed with that. "What's so bad about that? It's okay to feel like a princess once in a while, besides you... no, don't stop me: you look absolutely handsome. Is that a purple tie, I see? Funny! Matches your name." Lilac rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go before my parents decide to peek through the windows." The boy gave the chauffeur the signal and the black limousine started going. Their own personal carriage to the dance. "What's wrong with your parents seeing you?" The boy asked then. "Oh, and before you tell me I shouldn't have woken all of your neighbours with our song, I did call to warn you, like a hundred times. You didn't pick up." "You didn't call," Lilac took out his phone. "I would've... oh," but there it was, several missed calls on his screen. "Told you I'd called," the boy peeked at Lilac's screen. "You... saved me in your contacts as an orange emoji?" "Oh," Lilac put his phone away. "It's just that... well, I..." Just then, the limo came to a red light. "Oh, my God," the boy leaned against his seat. "You still don't know my name!" "I told you, I'm bad with names!" "I know that but it's been two weeks since I asked you out, two weeks! I thought you would've looked it up or someone might have told you by now," the boy opened his window as the light turned green. "Incredible." "Oddly enough, no one has mentioned your name," Lilac was sincere. "Or maybe, they have and I just didn't know it was yours. Anyway, we've been texting so much I needed to save your contact so, I don't know, I put an orange emoji because you always smell like fresh cut oranges. Actually..." Lilac leaned towards the boy. "You smell like oranges right now. Oh, God, do you have a perfume that smells like oranges?" "I do," the boy grinned. "What about it?" "You judge me because of my purple tie but at the same time you put on an orange perfume? That's very hypocritical of you." "Why?" The boy was jokingly taken aback. "I don't know which of your parents came up with that name, Lilac, but you are literally named purple. But my name isn't Orange." "It is on my phone," Lilac replied. "And I don't know why they named me Lilac, if you are asking." "I was just joking. I do know why they gave me my name. My grandparent grew up in Mexico but came here when he was a teenager. My parents named me after him." "If you want I can remove the orange emoji," Lilac suggested. "No, keep it. It's actually kind of sweet, you know?" The boy chuckled a little. "In fact, why don't you call me that? Orange. That way you won't be the only weirdo stuck with a name like Lilac." "Orange?" Lilac giggled. "Orange and Lilac, is this a game of Clue or what?" "Well it may be. Just don't call me Colonel Mustard and let's hope no one gets murdered." By the time they stopped laughing, the limo stopped. The street outside was flooded by cars and teens in dresses and suits. The chauffeur opened the door and Orange stepped outisde. Lilac went behind him but just before he could get out, Orange extended his hand, helping him out. He sure knows how to cause an impression. Yet, once the air of the night reached him, Lilac noticed dozens of eyes landing on him. Some cheered, some murmured, no doubt talking about the limo. Another attention grabbing entrance for the list. Yet, standing there, Lilac noticed Orange hadn't let go of his hand. Should he hold it? Well, this was homecoming and his date had already made a big show out of them so there was no way they could steal any more spotlight, right? Lilac wasn't sure yet so he played it safe and let go of Orange's hand. "Where...?" Lilac saw the limo drive away. "I just rented it to bring us," Orange explained. "Don't worry, my car's in the parking lot. I thought of everything." Lilac raised an eyebrow, surprised at how comfortable he was. Inside, the entire place had been decorated in a spectacular way. Neon signs, balloons, the colors of the school flying in banners, ribbons, and even on the cups for the punch. They even had a DJ on the far corner as well as several lights for the dancefloor. "Wow," Lilac was truly impressed. "Like it?" Orange whispered as they stepped inside. "My sister did it, she is on the decoration committee. I helped her, she needed my... what did you call it? My unique talent to make everything feel like a big deal?" "Hey, I didn't say it like that," Lilac made a soft gesture. "It's a compliment. Not a lot of people can do what you do and make every single moment stand out. I like it." Orange's eyes sparkled but before he could return the favor, a voice in the distance made them both look away. "Lilac!" They were Lilac's football teammates. Most of them were wearing suits but, for some reason, several were instead wearing their uniforms. Lilac instantly felt better with them, more secure. Yet, when he looked back, he realized Orange had stayed behind, alone by the entrance. "Oh, guys, you remember him?" Lilac grabbed his date by the shoulder, not an ounce of doubt in his voice. "The song after our win? Well, guess who's my date tonight!" Orange smiled shyly, for a moment there he though Lilac would ditch him but he didn't. Even between his teammates, Lilac didn't leave his side, never left him out of a conversation,. It took them several minutes but, when they got past the entrance, both Lilac and Orange had smiles on their faces. The Homecoming was less dancing and drama, and more chatting with whoever you happened to bump into. Sometimes it was a friend of Orange's, but most times it was someone Lilac knew. He guessed most people weren't really interested in them, they only wanted to see how that `can't take my eyes off of you' proposal had ended. That's when, two hours into the whole affair, the song started playing on the speakers. "Of course," Lilac didn't even try to resist it this time, immediately looking at Orange who just raised his shoulders, pretending innocence. Naturally, everyone was looking at them, especially the DJ. "Not going to ask if this was me?" Orange tilted his head. "Why?" Lilac moved to the front. "This has you written all over it." Orange, glowing and with an exaggerated movement, he extended his hand towards Lilac, inviting him to the dance floor. Lilac gave him a really? look with his eyes. That's when he noticed his hands were trembling. How was it that he wouldn't get nervous at the field with hundreds of spectators cheering at every game but here, on a dancefloor, he was suddenly fearful? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. Lilac just closed his eyes, took Orange's hand and let himself be taken to the dance floor. "I love you baby!" The speakers shouted, the people cheered as they moved into the dancefloor. They weren't alone there but it felt like it. Lilac didn't know how to dance, not a bit, but Orange did and he guided him every step of the way. Lilac just let himself go and moved with Orange, dancing the song away. By the end, both of them had a spark in their eyes, their suits wrinkled but their hearts racing. They stayed on the dancefloor for one more song, and another, then one more. Lilac was surprised, he had never danced for so long at any party, maybe ever. Yet, with the smell of oranges by his side, it didn't feel half bad. "What was that thing you said in the car, about your parents?" Orange asked then. They were still dancing, although it was now a slower piece, Orange's hand on Lilac's waist. "About my parents?" Lilac turned, confused. "Oh! The `let's go before they peek through the windows' thing?" Orange nodded. "Well, see, it's a bit of a complex subject for me, I..." "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Orange added quickly. "No, it's not like that," Lilac looked away. "It's just... my parents are homosexual, and I don't know, sometimes that just puts on preassure on you to be a good straight kid. Else, people might say I came out bi because they raised me to be, not because... that's me, you know?" Orange moved with the music. "I thought you had already come out to them." "I did, I have. They know I'm bi but, well... before you I had only dated one boy and that happened when I was eleven or something. Since then, I've only dated girls. So, I don't know. It's just something that's on my mind, that's it." "I see," Orange squeezed his hand a little. "Don't worry, you'll do what's right for you. I know it, but I'm sure your parents love you very much. I mean, they are a married homosexual couple so they know a thing or two about open minds and love." "Well..." Lilac's moves got stiffer, slower. "Actually they are divorced now but yeah, I see your point, thank you, Orange." "Oh, sorry," the boy added quickly before giggling. "I didn't know they were divorced and, sorry for laughing, it's just that I'm still not used to being called Orange but I like it. A lot." "Well, take it from someone called Lilac... you'll get used to it."
The rest of the night became a collage of dance moves, photo booths, and laughter with his teammates. By the end, Lilac and Orange went with the football team to the parking lot. Someone had sneaked a bottle of tequila. Naturally, it wasn't their first time drinking but since they both had to drive home, they didn't drink that much. They were cracking jokes, and talking about old football victories when the vice principal came outside and saw them with the bottle, scolding them for drinking on school property. They all got back to their cars and drove off, some even got inside Orange's car. When they were a few streets away, Lilac and Orange couldn't stop laughing. "You saw the look on his face? He was like an angry muppet," one of his teammates joked, everyone laughed with that. "Are you okay enough to drive?" Lilac glimpsed at Orange who was behind the wheel. "Me? I am, don't worry," he nodded, squeezing his hand. "I'm a little bit more worried about your friends back there, though" he pointed at the rearview mirror. Three of Lilac's teammates were in the backseat, one of them asleep and the other two clearly too wasted to even hear them. Orange and Lilac both chuckled at the sight of them. It took a while but they took all three of them home. They even carried one of them all the way to his bedroom, luckily his parents weren't mad with them, on the contrary, they thanked them for bringing their son safe and sound. By the end of the night, Lilac and Orange ended up parking their car a few houses away from Lilac's home. It was amazing how the night had passed so quickly yet it felt like an entire lifetime. Neither of them said anything, neither opened their mouths nor stepped outside the car. If you would've asked them why, they wouldn't have been able to answer. Yet, deep down, they both knew: they didn't want that night to end. "...like a rollercoaster, once is fine, twice is too much..." Lilac threw a weird look at Orange. "What are you saying?" "Oh, sorry," Orange raised his head, almost as if he had suddenly been awakened. "I just... I tend to talk to myself a lot, it doesn't matter. But look what your friends left here," Orange pointed at the bottle on the back seat, half full. "Tequila. Man, they sure get drunk fast." "Just because they are on the team doesn't mean they are jocks who love parties and drinking, I mean, look at me, do I look like a jock?" Orange gave him a quick glance before taking a sip of the bottle, "maybe a bit." "What? Really?" Lilac pushed him. "Oh, come on! I bet your dream is to someday get a schoolarship to go to college." "I... Well, it is. I'm not great at school but out there on the field... It's always been my dream to move to a big city far from here, playing in college then the big leagues. That doesn't sound like a jock at all." "Yeah, I'm going to stay with my answer," Orange laughed, taking another sip. "Want some?" Lilac looked around the empty street, there was no one on sight, the neighbourhood he lived in was safe and, besides, his home was a couple of houses away. "Sure." Before he knew it, they were both sitting on the hood of Orange's car, laughing about something or another, the bottle in their hands. "...I swear it, I swear it! I went to every single one of your games, even to some practices," Orange had his eyes glued to the starry night sky. "I thought I was being rather obvious, I'm surprised you didn't see me there, stuck to the bleaches." "I didn't see you, I didn't, but really? Every single game? I've been on the team for a year and then some. That's like... I don't know, a hundred games?" "I went to all hundred of them!" Orange laughed. "Really, I've liked you since we did that project, I'm not saying I want to be your boyfriend or anything, just that I want, you know, to have a date, at least one. Ever since I met you, you were so... I don't know, mesmerizing?" Lilac laughed, raising the bottle. "If you've been into me for so long, why didn't you say anything before?" Orange raised his shoulders. "You had a girlfriend, I thought you would've said no if I asked you and, well, why would I ask if I know a no it's coming?" "Oh, so you didn't ask because you thought I'd say no, not because I was taken?" Lilac said, laughing. "What stopped you was the fear of rejection, not the fact that it was cheating?" "Come on, when you put it like that it sounds horrible," Orange took the bottle. "But yeah, kinda. I mean, I'm sure you liked your girlfriend but come on man, you were meant to be with me, not with some girl. If I'd known you'd say yes I'd asked you out a lot sooner, believe me." "What?" Lilac laughed until his back was resting on the hood. "I'm sorry, Orange, but there's no way I would've said yes to you back then. I had a girlfriend! That means something to me, I'm not that kind of person." "No?" Orange kept getting closer. "Not even for me?" Lilac shook his head, energetically. "No, I'm a good person." "Really? Not even if I'd danced?" "Danced?" Lilac stood up and saw how Orange took a step back, leaving the bottle on the pavement before moving along the black street. "What are you doing?" Orange didn't reply, he kept moving his legs to the rhythm of an imaginary song only he could hear. Dancing in his suit as black as the night, completely drunk under a streetlight. Lilac laughed but Orange was dead serious. Then, he extended his hand towards Lilac. "Oh, no, no, I don't dance," he was lying on the hood. "Oh, really?" Orange raised an eyebrow. "Forget all about boyfriends and girlfriends, you are so worked up by titles you are forgetting to enjoy it all. To taste life, to smell the oranges... See? Isn't this better? Besides, you do dance." "I do not," Lilac insisted. "Not even if... it's too good to be true, I can't take my eyes off of you..." Orange made an exaggerated movement with his arms following the song. Lilac couldn't stop hooting with laughter, "you are a great dancer, Orange, but you do not know how to sing, believe me." "Asshole," Orange let out but kept on singing. "You are like heaven to touch, man I just like you so much!" "Those aren't even the words!" Lilac said before stepping down, joining his little game: "And long last love has arrived and... I thank God you have arrived!" "Arrived? I arrived where?" "To my life, idiot," Lilac, this time, decided not only to take Orange's hand but to hold on to it. The boy made him spin, dancing under the warm light of the street light. And before long, they were both singing. "You are just too good to be true, I can take my eyes off of you!" And then, right then, in the middle of the street, Orange started imitating the sounds of a trumpet, playing an invisible one with his hands in the air. Lilac cracked up but followed Orange and took out his own air trumpet, jumping with the music until, both of them, screaming at the top of their lungs, shouted: "I love you baby!" They sanged. "And if it's quite alright I need you, baby, to warm your lonely night. I love you baby, trust in me when I say!" And they danced, with no apologies, between the suburban houses, as badly as rooster, as drunk as an Irishman, as happy as either of them had ever been. "Oh pretty baby! Don't bring me down, I pray, and let me love you, baby, let me love you..." Orange had asked him out, he had picked him up for the dance, and he had taken him out to dance twice now. Lilac refused to let Orange run the show so, when the chorus got to its end, Lilac took Orange's hand and, pulling him closer, kissed him on the mouth. Who cares what people say if two drunk boys kiss on the street in the middle of the night? It was their homecoming night, and oh, that kiss did feel like home... and also felt like coming. The singing and dancing turned into kissing and moaning. Orange pushed Lilac towards the hood of the car, feeling him up through the suit, the alcohol in their veins had turned into lust. It took them a while to realize they were humping each other in the middle of the street. "Get in the car?" Lilac asked. "In the car," Orange repeated. They didn't know how but suddenly they were on the backseat, their jackets off and their lips back on each other's mouth. Orange, slowly slid his hand under Lilac's shirt, letting his hand slide over the boy's naked skin, feeling the shape of his muscles, the strength of his chest, the definition of his abdomen after seasons of football. They weren't talking anymore, they were doing something far more important. Lilac loved the attention he was receiving, he loved the sensation of someone else's hand on his body, of having someone unbutton his shirt, of having someone kiss his neck and taste his skin. He couldn't take it anymore; Lilac's hands started unbuttoning Orange's dress pants, pushing them to the floor of the car before dropping to his knees and starting to make out with Orange's bulge through the thin fabric of his underwear. Even down there, it smelled like fresh-cut oranges. Oh, it had been so long since Lilac had been with a boy. Girls... they don't like to suck you, they do it but not with the same energy, the same enthusiasm, the same hunger. Lilac didn't realize until that moment, until pushing Orange's boxers to the floor and unleashing the beast, how much he had missed sucking cock. Lilac took it his mouth, taking it whole, from tip to base, licking every last inch of it. "Oh, fuck," Orange let out a moan and even punched the car's ceiling. "Are you sure you are bi? Because damn you are good with your tongue." And just then, Lilac started to go faster, with his hands he even pushed Orange's legs apart, giving him as much space as he needed. His tongue went wild, from teasing the tip, to devouring the whole thing. Just then, he went for more than just the cock, Lilac started licking Orange's balls, caressing them with his tongue. Orange was in paradise. Who would've said he'd one day have one of the stars of the football team on his knees before him? And not only that, it turned out that star was a hell of a cocksucker. "Oh, shit!" Orange closed his eyes, barely containing himself. Lilac looked up, smiling. He was really falling for that boy. Then, an idea came to his mind: "Hey, do you... Do you want to go out with me? Like, on a date or something?" Orange almost gasped. "What?" "Yeah, like to have dinner or to the movies, you know, a date." Orange giggled, nervous, looking straight at Lilac. "I know what a date is, but... I can't believe you decided to ask me out when my cock is in your mouth." Lilac chucked with that. "Guess I didn't pick the most romantic moment." "You think?" "Okay, sorry, sorry, it's just that..." Lilac stood up, suddenly getting serious. "I didn't want you to think this was going to be a one time thing." Orange moved to the side, making space for Lilac. He stared at the football star, shirtless, his black skin almost shining. Delicately, Orange slid his hand inside Lilac's pants, grabbing his erection in his hand. "I never thought this was a one time thing," he said and kissed him again.