“Pascal” Martin takes ahold of his arm “You have to stop this. You’re a grown man who is still scared of what his parents will think of him and the first sign of trouble run to them” he sighed “I’m here. I love you and you keep running away the first chance you get”

‘I’m not making fun of you baby, I know how much this upsets you” he said “but really, what is the absolute worst that will happen? They somehow tell your folks? Assuming they even know who they are or care to find out?”

“You look cute all frazzled, but I just got you to agree to move with me, why would I screw it up now ove a couple of dumb jokes?”

“I’m just saying, they know they can freak you out by doing this” Martin said and pulled Pascal back to wrap his arms around him “We only have a couple more weeks and then it’s off to LA. You and me” he added with a kiss.

Martin takes a look at everything “They are. but they are only doing it because you’re giving them leverage” he said and kissed him “it is obviously someone who knows you don’t want to be out yet. Who have you talked to heart besides me?”

“No you don’t have to worry about me. I can handle this stuff, I just want to make sure we’re not here for too long, it’s for best of both of us.” He said as he sighed and leaned against the railing, “how long have you and your boyfriend been together?”

“Nice to meet you.” Wesley nodded as he looked back at the elevator board, hoping to see any sort of change, “oh, that’s really sweet. How nice.” he smiled at the other man, “I guess that explains the smell, I’m sure they’ll be the hit at the party. What kind of cookies did you guys make?” 

On the phone with his assistance as he walks into the apartment Martin nearly drops the phone when he’s pulled inside “What?” he asked as he tried to understand what Pascal was talking about, but seeing the sweater he can’t help but chuckle “cute” he said and then looked up at the other man “Out you to who? Me. I think they’re late on that front. Relax baby, it’s just a sweater” He gave him a quick kiss before hanging up “We have any orange juice? I have such a taste for a screwdriver”

A very interesting read, in which Chelsea plays a not-insignificant role! Perfect to curl up with on a snowy morning.

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“Well if they had spent any money on fixing up the building instead of running away with it, we wouldn’t be having these issues.” He got the feeling that this guy was pro-tear down and Wesley was not in the mood to have that conversation as he pushed the buttons. “Wesley. Yours?” he pressed the call button, “i’m sure this will be quick. I hope you’re not claustrophobic.”

“What’s that smell?” Wesley said as he stood in the elevator next to stranger, “sorry, you smell like my favorite cookies. I doubt you just happen to get from Alaska have you?” he joked, “you smell delicious. No offense.” he said with a smile as he kept his distance, not trying to take offense in case the other guy wasn’t friendly. Although it didn’t matter if he was or wasn’t, fate had other plans as there was a noise and the elevator came to an abrupt halt. “oh no…” Wesley said as he began to press the floor up, but no buttons were working. “I think we’re stuck.”

Oh, great. Pascal is stuck in an elevator with a guy who’s obviously gay and obviously flirting with him. “Crap. Is there an alarm button? Some way to contact the emergency team in charge of this building?” He dares to step closer to the other man, who’s only vaguely familiar. “No wonder they are shutting down the building. Sorry what was your name again?”