The restaurant was very traditional. Leon loved classic restaurant because of the style and how they served their guest but traditional restaurants reminds him of a home. The restaurant was called Turkish Delight and had everything ranging from a traditional Turkish décor to modern New York style.

Leon had reserved a table in the New York side of the room mostly because it was more spacious. He helped Stuart into his seat, ignoring the man's hopeless glare. Sitting on his, he smiled when a waitress immediately walked up to him to place the menu before them. He smiled at the petite woman before she left then turned to Stuart who had picked up the menu.

He whistled heartedly then laughed. "Boy, you do know how to pick your restaurant."

"I take pride in it." He replied coolly as he glanced at his menu.

"I reckon you come from a rich family."

     Leon licked his lips after finally deciding on what to get. He looked back at Stuart and said, "I won't necessarily call myself rich. I'm an only child so when my parents died, I got everything. Plus my well payed job, I lived a bountiful life."

"I didn't know your parents died." Stuart looked at him sadly and Leon took two seconds to admire the man's flushed yet adorable face.

He finally decided to speak but only got interrupted when the waitress of before came back. She smiled at them then said, "And what would this couple like today?"

"I'll get the Persian pilaf." Leon returned the menu then looked back at Stuart who seemed to be having issues ordering.

He gave Leon a short glance then turned to the lady. "I'll get the dish that looks like pasta. I'm not really good with foreign food." He tacked on.

     The lady seemed to brighten at that and she nodded. "How about I get you another menu? Although this is the New York part of the restaurant, it had been extended due to the demand for Turkish food. We have simple American dishes and I can get it for you if you don't mind."

Stuart quickly shook his head and said, "No, but if you have spaghetti, please bring it. That's honestly all I want to eat."

She nodded. "Okay. What about drinks? We could bring our special. It's a new Italian wine. Be one of the first to taste it."

     Leon was all for the idea but he could already see the hesitation in Stuart's voice when he started to speak. So instead, he interrupted him, "That would be fine. Thank you."

She grinned, showing off her braced teeth. "No, thank you."

Leon waited for the waitress to be gone before turning to Stuart who was now glaring murderously at him. If only looks could kill.

"What are you so mad about?" He asked innocently, raising his brows up with curiosity.

"Honestly, I would have preferred dinner to be at home, where I can humiliate myself and it's only you to laugh at me."

     Leon had never expected to feel some sort of warm feeling after hearing that. Because what he understood from that statement was that he would rather be alone with him where he could be himself than with other people where he had to act like someone else. The fact that they were close enough to be comfortable around each other moved him.

"Fine. Next time, we'll have our date at home."

"Thank you." He huffed then looked down at his cutleries. Picking up a fork, he surprised Leon saying, "My mum died of a heart attack four years ago. Found out I had diabetes and shocker, low blood sugar a year later. Girlfriend cheated on me and stuff."

"Wow, you had it tough. No wonder you are such a sadist."

"Hey!"

Leon chuckled. "Well, have things cooled down or are you still on your bad luck rollercoaster?"

Stuart rolled his eyes skywards and ignored the waitress who brought their food as he said, "You think? If, using your metaphor, my rollercoaster had ended, I probably won't be here and forced to do something I would rather not. Because deep down, I have this feeling in my gut, we are going to have sex before we leave here."

"Stuart..." He said as calmly as possible then glanced at the waitress who seemed to be stifling a laugh.

Stuart noticed too then cursed, leaning back on his seat. Leon waited for the woman to leave then laughed at Stuart, also not able to hold it. "You really need to be more observant of your surroundings."

"Fuck you."

"Wouldn't mind that but about what you said earlier, I wouldn't have sex with you even if a gun was pointed to my head. Not unless you want me to."

     A smile crept up on Stuart's face as he picked up his fork. "So you are gay?"

"Did I tell you about my wife?" When Stuart nodded, he continued, "If I did then you shouldn't be making such assumptions." He shook his head at him then carefully, with skill, tore through the chicken.

"But then you are okay with kissing me, talking about my ass and obsessed with my eyes."

     That was true. Leon knew that. Perhaps he knew he might be somewhat gay since his introduction to gay porn. What straight man gets excited when watching men fuck other men? He had encountered a gay boy when he was still a kid once. The kid had kissed his boyfriend in front of him and watching it, Leon didn't feel like he wanted to be at the other end of the kiss. Instead, he had preferred to watch.

     But that was before he had kissed Stuart.

"I am straight until proven otherwise."

Stuart swallowed then rolled his amazing green eyes at him. "You're unbelievable."

"I know." He smiled cheekily and they both ate their food quietly with a comfortable silence.

...

"So how was your wife like? Did you love her?"

Leon thanked him silently for opening the door for him. "I loved her. Still do. Her death was a lot for me."

"Well, you are moving on well." Stuart smirked at him.

Leon rolled his eyes. "It's been a year. I should at least try." Smacking his lips, he took the stairs after Stuart and added, "I guess the kids should be asleep."

"They better be."

      The hallway was dark but Faun's light was still turned on. Stuart frowned at that but didn't stop by it as they walked on to their room. Pushing the door open, Leon let Stuart in and they quietly took off their coat to get something comfortable to wear.

"Are we going to church tomorrow?" Stuart asked. "We don't need to if you're not into that."

He shrugged as he hung his coat back inside the walk in closet. Leon came back out and said, "I don't mind. I'm open minded about religion."

"You're open minded about everything." The Aussie scoffed, pulling his pants off and showing Leon his nice little briefs.

     Ever since the first time they had woken up together, Leon hadn't seen Stuart again in his boxers. Of course back then Stuart had just looked like a man in boxers but now, something felt different. He had an unbelievable urge to touch him and that thought scared Leon.

     Looking away before Stuart could catch him staring, he said, "I'm going to check on the kids." And he walked out, ignoring whatever the other man had said.

     He checked up on Mariam first and smiled when he saw her fast asleep, cuddling her big teddy bear. She nuzzled it and sighed sleepily, looking adorable in the onesies Stuart had given her. Leon placed a light kiss on her head as he ruffled her hair.

     Getting to do this every night gave Leon a calm sense of happiness.

     Just as he left the room to Faun's, he saw his door opened already and could hear Stuart shouting inside. Curiously, he walked swiftly to the room to find Stuart yelling at some boy he hadn't seen before. Staying quiet since Stuart was already in a bad mood, Leon waited for him to be done and the man sent the kid out of the room, closing it after him to deal privately with Faun.

     Leon rose his brows at the kid who stared at the door blankly then at him. The kid smiled widely at him and said after giving him a once over, "You must be Stuart's husband. I'm Evan."

Just looking at him, Leon could sense a narcissistic vibe from him. Leon frowned at the kid and said, "What are you still doing here? It's 10 in the evening."

He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I thought I was getting some tonight. We haven't been seeing for naught now, have we?"

     Leon didn't exactly know what to do with the kid. Just his looks and the way he acted said a lot about him. Leon didn't like him at all.

"You need to leave."

"I told my parents I was staying over." He whined.

"Next time, check with the parent of who you are staying over with. You need to leave." Leon started to pull him down the stairs when he made no move to listen.

     When they got down the stairs, Evan snatched his arm out of Leon's and glared at him. "Don't ever touch me. And I'm going to do it with your son one way or another."

     Leon paused. This kid wasn't backing down. He would have loved the effort but then he was rude about it and was incredibly disrespectful. Leon didn't know if it was the gay project doing it or he really was like this.

Taking a deep breath, he managed a smile for the kid and said, "You know what? How about we go into the kitchen and talk about this?"

    He pointed at the kitchen but the child seemed to grow pale at that. Evan glared harshly at him as he walked quickly to the door. "Hell if I go in there. Last person that said such a thing tried to stab me because I was making out with their son. You know what too? Fuck this. Tell Faun we are over. If he's going to go to school on Monday, I'll make his life hell." Then he slammed their door on him.

    Leon froze. Did that kid just curse at him and did he just break up with his fake son like that? Faun might not be Leon's real son but no one deserved to be talked to like that. And the fact that Faun even let such a vile person touch him...

     Taking another deep breath, he locked the door then went back upstairs to Faun's room, throwing the door open just when Faun cursed at Stuart. "Dad, fucking stop. Leave me alone. Get the fuck out of my room."

"Language!" Leon interrupted before he could add another dirty sentence.

"What are you so afraid of? I'm the fucking principal of the school. He should be damn well afraid of me." Stuart cussed back.

"God, Stuart!" He frowned at the both of them when they finally stopped arguing to throw glares at each other. "You know, it's late. Mariam is asleep and I would advise you Faun to do the same. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Fine." He answered grumpily then got on his bed.

Leon grabbed Stuart's arm and pulled the reluctant man out of the room to theirs. Leon locked the door and turned to Stuart to see him pacing.

"I have never seen someone so rude." He began before Leon could even settle on the bed. "I told him to go home and he told me I wasn't the boss of him. I don't fucking care if he has no ride home. I don't want to see him here anymore."

Leon leaned back on the bed, took in a frustrated Stuart and smiled. He was adorable when flustered. Cocking his head to the side, he said, "I doubt he would be. He broke up with Faun."

Stuart stopped moving and stared at him. "He didn't say that when he was with me."

"I threatened to stab him."

Stuart rose a brow at that. "Were you?"

"No. I just wanted to scare him a little. Guess he had gone through that before."

Stuart sighed and started to pace again. "I can't believe I was this bothered about a kid I don't know. And look at the way I shouted at him. I'm going to be a terrible dad."

      Leon shook his head immediately, standing up from the bed to stop Stuart from pacing. He held his shoulders and shook his head again. "You are going to be an amazing dad. You care for a child that isn't even yours and you protected him from a bully like Evan. If you ever get kids, I know they'll be wonderful people."

     Stuart's hardened eyes seemed to slowly melt with that and Leon smiled, pressing his lips to his. With his hand gently moving to cup the nape of his neck, he kissed Stuart deeply, glad the man let him taste him. Stuart moaned when Leon pushed him on the wall and pressed his hunk of a body against his.

Pulling away, he said as he nuzzled the man's face, "I really like it when you let me kiss you like this."

"It's your fault for making me so submissive." He replied breathlessly before Leon kissed him again, this time, roaming his hands over his body the way he had wanted to touch it since he took off his shirt.

     A gasp escaped Stuart when Leon's hand grazed his hard on making the man smile. He slid a finger on it, sketching it and loving the way Stuart started to squirm against him.

"Leon-"

"Shh... You are stressed. Let me take care of you."

     Stuart only bit his lip and looked away, arching his back and exposing his neck for Leon to bite. Leon loved it. He loved how Stuart let him touch him. He had wanted to do this since their first kiss.

And with that thought in mind, Leon slipped his hand into his...

     "Ahh!"

     Stuart yelped as he tore out of his dream. Sweat beaded his forehead and he panted as he gripped on his hair. He couldn't believe it. He had had a wet dream about Leon. That couldn't have happened could it. Stuart wouldn't even let the Canadian kiss him for that long or say such words to him.

     But all of that wasn't what had him mad. It wasn't was made his skin grow goosebumps instantly. It was the fact that he had truly liked it but it was all a dream. All a big fat dream.

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     A/n
     Inspiration for this chapter was actually something that happened to me. I had a crush on this girl and I had been dying to make out with her. So one cursed night, I slept in her room. My dreams were surreal, I swear. One minute she was letting me cuddle with her the other, she was fast asleep. Another minute she was playing with my hair the other, she wasn't even awake. It was terrible.

And that was how this chapter came about.