“You’re eighteen for God’s sake!”
Scott slammed his way through the kitchen door, kicking it back with his heel.
“Don’t you walk away from me Scott!”
His blonde fringe wobbled as he rounded on his father.
“So all of this “one shouldn’t hide who they are, they should live their life and love whom they love” is for everyone but your son? Is that it, huh?”
The tears pricked at his eyes as he stared down his Dad, his best friend. The one person Scott truly trusted in the whole world.
His dad paled as he took in Scott’s words. He blinked back tears of his own as his mouth wobbled.
“God, Scott. No. It’s not because you’re gay. I’m so sorry you thought that. I’m so truly sorry.”
His dad reached out for Scott and before he knew it he was sobbing in his arms, confusion and anger and relief and pain coursing through him.
“It’s because he’s so much older than you, my dear boy. How do you - “
Scott pulled back to look his beloved father in the eye.
“It’s not like that! I did all the chasing once it was obvious we liked each other. He’s good to me, dad.”
Robert McCall, retired intelligence agent, vigilante, man of mystery cried into his son’s hair. Scott had never seen him like this.
Panicked he whispered “Dad?”
Robert pulled him in tighter as he soaked Scott’s T-shirt with his tears.
“Dad, please talk to me.”
His dad hiccoughed.
“I’m sorry I’ve let you down so badly, Scott.”
Scott’s forehead furrowed with confusion.
“…Dad?”
“I couldn’t keep you safe so now you’re finding that with a middle-aged… what does he do?”
Scott laughed as he wiped his father’s face clean.
“He’s a councilman.”
Robert nodded.
“Where did you meet him?”
Scott blushed as he ducked his head.
“Scott!”
Scott swiped at his own tears.
“I saw him coming out of a coffee shop and, Dad, he’s so unbelievably gorgeous! I wasn’t looking where I was going and I tripped over the kerb! He ran over to help me up and when he looked into my eyes it felt like I was having a heart attack.”
His dad stroked the side of Scott’s face.
“My baby boy.”
Scott met his dad’s eyes. Trepidation and hope chasing each other across his face.
“He’s a good man, dad. You’d like him.”
Robert nodded as he stared into Scott’s eyes.
“How does he feel about brisket?”
Scott’s face broke out into a broad smile.
His dad’s brisket wasn’t offered to just anyone!
“I’ll ask him.”
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Chris and Scott meeting at a show as requested by @russolaw !! Also a little extra moodboard and writing<3
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A spark landed on him. "Ow! Fuck-" Chris yelped, dropping his lighter and shaking his hand. He popped his cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand, letting out a puff of smoke.
"You alright?"
He looked up and nearly jumped backward at the site of the blonde man now standing closer. He gulped, "Uh...yeah...just fine..." he stammered, licking his lips.
The blonde tilted his head, and the sight made Chris want to squirm, "Are you sure?" He asked, voice rising ever so slightly in the most adorable way.
Chris blinked dumbly, "Uh yeah, no, yeah..uh sorry I.." he stuttered, glancing away and smiling wide out of embarrassment. Oh God, what is he doing? He brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling.
He glanced down and noticed how the man's hands were clasped together, twitching and fidgeting. The thought of raising them to his mouth and kissing them passed through his brain, and he blushed.
"Uh..did you watch the show?" Chris asked, exhaling a huff of smoke to the side of him.
The man raised his eyebrows, before resting them and smiling softly, "I did, yeah," he dug one hand in his jacket, and pulled out a rolled-up playbill. He unraveled it and held it in front of him like it was proof he watched it.
Chris couldn't help but smile, "Yeah? Did you...like it?" He asked slowly, bringing his cigarette up to his lips.
For some reason, his opinion meant a lot to Chris. He knew it was a bit pathetic, especially considering he just met this guy, but he couldn't help it.
The blonde shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, "Hmm..yeah it was okay,"
Chris' face dropped slightly. Okay? It was just okay? He let out a puff of smoke.
Then the man laughed, his hand combing away his hair and pushing it behind his ear, "I'm only kidding," he huffed, a sweet smile replacing the previously sinister one, "You're a really talented playwright, Chris."
Chris' heart skipped. He sounded so genuine, and...well he'd never been told that before. People compliment the actors of course because...well they're what you see on stage. But so far tonight this was the first compliment he'd gotten over his writing.
Wait.
Chris' jaw dropped, "How'd you know I was the playwright?" He asked, dumbfounded. It wasn't like he was wearing a name tag.
"Mmm, I asked around. I wanted to compliment you on the work," the man hummed.
Chris' face heated up. Wow. This...gorgeous man wanted to meet him? And compliment him? Shit his play must've actually been good...
He chuckled, "Huh..well now I feel bad. You know my name, and came here to compliment me and all I've done has stammer uselessly," Chris shook his head, bringing the cigarette back to his lips.
The man plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, "It's Scott," he smiled sweetly, bringing the cigarette to his lips.
Chris' face tightened, and his entire body felt hot. He watched as Scott inhaled the smoke of his cigarette, blowing it in his face. And he looked fucking ethereal doing it. Does he normally smoke? Did he just do that to tease Chris? Was Scott flirting with him openly?
"It was a good show," Scott's squeaky voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and his jaw dropped as he watched Scott put the cigarette back into Chris's mouth, holding it for him.
Chris felt like he may faint if he tried to do anything. So he simply closed his mouth around the cigarette, inhaling as he stared up at Scott.
Scott's eyelashes fluttered as he stared down at Chris, and his hair fell into his face. It didn't matter, because he looked beautiful no matter what.
Chris took his lips off the cigarette, exhaling smoke, "Thank you."
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