"I didn't expect you to be coming tonight Jeff," Dave said. He quickly caught himself at a belly of a laugh. "Not that I'm complaining. Just don't know if I've got enough made for all of us."
"It's alright. I wasn't thinking about eating here," Jeff tried to change the subject.
"Nonsense! A football star needs a football sized meal. There's no way I'll let Mike's son starve," Dave gave Jeff a strong slap to the shoulder. "How bout we go out for dinner. Sound good?"
"I think so," Finn said.
"Sure," Jeff shrugged.
"Perfect. Let me go get--"
"No need to get changed," Jeff quickly jumped in front of the ram. "You know I lied about not really being hungry. Let's just go now."
Dave let out a bit of a laugh. "You really can't wait for me to get changed?" he was in some khaki's and a black button up shirt. "You know, I'm pretty hungry too," he smiled, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "You're right. Let's just go." Then pulled out his keys.
Jeff let out a sigh of relief causing Finn to look at him. "What was that for?"
"Huh?" Jeff tried to play it off. "I'm just hungry."
"Hmmm..." Finn continued to look at him suspiciously.
Jeff lowered himself down, so they were face to face. Finn squirmed as the overwhelming pressence of the other man still got him at the least a little boned up. "Something wrong?" Jeff asked coolly. He was going to lean in for a kiss and while the fox was distracted, pick his pocket.
But Finn pushed away. "Not until later. Okay?"
"Okay," he said. Jeff didn't mean to frown. It wasn't the lack of a kiss that disappointed him. It was that nervousness about Dave's bedroom. However, the concern on Finn's face made him apologize. "It's fine. Promise."
"Boys! You coming or what?" Dave poked his head back in.
"Coming!" Finn stiffened up as he marched out the door.
A small smirk appeared on Jeff's face as he watched the little fox follow the order without question. However, he grabbed Finn a jacket before leaving himself.
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With it being a bit later in the fall, Finn was glad that Jeff remembered to get him his jacket. The temperature always seemed to drop far more than he realized when it would turn dark, and he snuggled up in the large sized jacket that covered most of his small sized body. Even putting the hood up to make himself look mysterious, but the overwhelming amount of fabric made him nothing but cute.
The three sat down at a tall table with extra tall chairs near the bar. Finn had to climb up into his, but he nervously swayed his feet once he was there. The three sat a bit awkwardly. Even as the waiter came by to take their order, there was a little bit of tension between them. Dave's eyes kept going up to the TV to watch the football game.
"Dad?" Finn finally spoke up. Dave's attention turned to his son. "Uhh... I'm gay," he spat out. "And me and Jeff are dating."
Dave looked between Finn and Jeff and then focused on Jeff. He didn't know what to do. It's not like he cared that his son was gay. He'd figured it out quite a while ago. Should he tell Finn that? Or would it make him more self-conscious? This was clearly something incredibly important to Finn. "It's alright bud. I don't mind." Finn's face raised ever so slightly to see a smile on his dad's face. "And I'm glad you went for a guy like Jeff. You know I think he needs someone like you to keep him in check." Adding a bit of an elbow jab to punctuate the joke. "So how bout we celebrate instead of just dinner, Eh? Margaritas all around?"
Jeff and Finn nodded in agreement. "Alright boys. Let's have a good night then," Dave got up from the table and headed over to the bar. His little goat tail wiggled wildly as he stood at the bar ordering the drinks. Finn let out a sigh of relief.
"Better?" Jeff asked, running his hand down Finn's leg.
"Yeah," Finn said. "Better."
"Then let's make sure we have some real fun tonight," Jeff's grip tightened ever so slightly. "Give me the Chronivac. I have an idea."
Finn stared at him with a bit of disbelief. "What?" Jeff wasn't supposed to want that. He was supposed to be completely uninterested in it. Yet, he repeated the line.
"Give me the Chronivac," Jeff's hand was out.