piinkmcn :
jesse wasn’t what you’d call EXPERIENCED, either. he had girlfriends and boyfriends when he was younger, he had jane and.. and then andrea, which is when everything started going to shit and he kind of fell of the face of the earth. it’s been a while. and for most of his past relationships, there wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t high as a kite.
not that he’s been one-hundred percent sober around giuseppe, but what his boyfriend doesn’t know won’t kill him.
he’d been.. he’d been good, though, he was mostly sober. maybe not tonight, but most nights he was sober at least he wasn’t shooting up, he’d just.. pulled a few bong rips. which explains why he’s been trying to tie his stupid tie for the past fifty fucking minutes. and why his shirt isn’t even a button-up. or relatively nice. he groans softly and slumps back into his couch, rubbing at his eyes, knowing he should really try to be getting ready but his limps are too heavy.
he jumps at the knock, nearly knocking his bong over in the process of getting up, catching it just in time and stashing it under his coffee table. he opens one of the windows and lights one of the candles he still has from his aunt ginny as he heads to the door, pulling it open and shutting it, taking a deep breath before he’s opening again, giving an awkward chuckle.
“ so like.. i don’t really.. have anything nice t’ wear, “ he says, motioning to his makeshift outfit of baggy black jeans, an oversized stryper t-shirt, and his untied tie.
Giuseppe was always overtaken with just how pretty Jesse was no matter what he was wearing. Giuseppe was fully convinced that Jesse could be wearing a trash bag with a tiara and Giuseppe would still want to take him against the closest wall without hesitation. It was cute that he'd tried to be as fancy as he could for Giuseppe. That alone had Giuseppe leaning in, fingers coaxing Jesse's chin up so that he can place a kiss on those lips he's grown to love so much. He tastes the smoke there and gives a sigh of complaint.
"Sweetheart, what were you up to before I got here?" Giuseppe asks, mostly gentle, a little edge to his voice. He knows that he can't get Jesse clean overnight but he thought he was doing better than this. He clicks his tongue against his teeth. "Jesse, first of all, bambino, you look beautiful." Giuseppe starts off because he can't keep himself from complimenting Jesse first. "Are you high, though, sweetheart? I thought you were getting better at this." And they had a date planned for tonight, didn't Jesse want to remember it? Did Giuseppe taking him out make him all that nervous?