---Sorry this has taken me so long, folks!! The fact that this story is still unfinished has never been far from my mind. Just to let you know, there's probably one, possibly two more chapters but I'll try to get them out as soon as I can. Also, this Chpt is dedicated to Jul-ri! Thanks for the help man! Also, I quoted your email a bit so I hope you take it for the homage it's meant to be! As always, everyone, enjoy, comment, and vote!!! THANKS!!!---
Gabe jumped out of the car at Kyle's and ran up to the door. Once he pressed the button for the door bell his heart jumped. He was nervous suddenly thinking of the change in their relationship. He prayed he was making the right decision, that he was ready, that he wouldn't get hurt and God forbid he get hurt again. The door swung open and Kyle stood there smiling.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Come on in." Kyle stepped back and allowed Gabe to enter.
The foyer was beautiful with old original wood sanded and stained to compliment the house's authenticity. A Persian runner led the way back into the rest of the house.
"Let me just put my shoes on and then we can go." Kyle said. "Where are we eating?"
"Darren and Phil suggested Di Luna's. Is that o.k.?"
"Yeah, that's great. I haven't been there yet. Been meaning to try it out but I've always been too busy."
"Great." Gabe said, still trying to relax. "You look really good."
"Thanks." Kyle smiled again. "You look hot as hell."
"This ol' thing?" Gabe joked. "Thanks. You ready?"
Gabe asked as Kyle stood, but Kyle just smiled and walked slowly up to him.
"I think there's something I'd like to get out of the way first." He said and moved his head closer to Gabe's as he pulled him into an embrace. "I was going to wait till you made the first move but I haven't stopped thinking about it since you called."
Kyle took Gabe's lips with his own and they lost themselves in the kiss. Gabe slipped his tongue into Kyle's mouth and stroked Kyle's tongue with his own. Neither was sure who moaned first and who answered but when they separated each had a look of satisfaction on their face.
"Wow." Gabe whispered.
"Yeah." Kyle said smugly, though was betrayed by the slight shake in his hands. "Ready?"
"I think so." Gabe whispered to himself as he led the way out to the car.
"How did you get reservations at Di Luna's? They usually book up pretty quickly."
"Phil knows the owner. He said we'd get in around eight."
"Well, I've never been there so I'm looking forward to it."
"From what I hear this is a night of firsts for you. I was told by a couple of different people that you're not the type to say yes if someone asks you out."
"That has been my m.o."
"So what changed?"
"The right guy asked me." Gabe looked over at Kyle. "How could I say no him?"
Gabe felt a blush warm his face and couldn't help but smile.
"You could have. The guy has been pretty much an asshole lately. He was really confused and hurt."
"I know. But he was honest and sweet and fun and definitely worth waiting for. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but he's the kind of guy I want to settle down with."
"That kind of commitment comes with a lot of risk. Someone could end up getting hurt."
"Yeah, well life comes with that risk. But I think life is what we make it so if we play our cards right, maybe we'll make out with more gained than lost. If the guy I'm thinking of will give me a chance I'm going to show him that I'm worth the risk." Kyle reached over and took Gabe's hand in his.
"I'm just letting you know, Gabe the waiting is over. Get ready for some hardcore wooing."
Gabe laughed.
"Wooing?! Who says that anymore?" Kyle grinned.
"Don't make fun of Southern Rebel Traditions, Yankee. It just might start the war up again."
"Hardcore wooing. I love it. I look forward to it and many more of your Southern Rebel Traditions. You gonna make me eat grits sometime, aren't you?"
"Oh Jesus no! I would have moved North just to get away from that shit. Runny, slimy pieces of God knows what, swimming in warm water, butter and syrup? Does that sound like something you'd want to eat?"
"No, I guess it doesn't. I've actually never had them." Gabe said through his laughter.
"Trust me, don't ever. There's a lot of good Southern food, but grits is not one of them. People used to look at me funny, more for hating grits than for being gay. They'd whisper, 'there he is. The boy who don't like grits. And he's queer to boot'." Kyle said and upped his southern twang till he sounded like a Hee Haw rerun.
"Stop! I'm gonna crash." Gabe said, trying to control his laughter and keep them on the road.
Kyle chuckled and squeezed Gabe's hand. Gabe pulled into the parking lot of the popular bistro in town and they made their way inside. The young girl took their names and told them that they weren't on her list.
"What?" Gabe asked. "My friend Phil called the owner and asked him personally if he could fit our reservation in."
"Sir, do you know how many people come in and say that? Look, your reservation isn't on the books so there's nothing I can do."
Gabe turned around and walked outside and pulled out his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Phil? It's Gabe. We're at the restaurant and they said they can't find our reservation."
"Oh shit! Fucking Arnie. He's an ass. Hold on, I'll call him. Don't worry. This'll work out."
Gabe hung up the phone and sighed.
"Everything ok?" Kyle asked.
"Phil's calling Arnie, who's apparently the owner. He says this will all work out."
"Ah. You know we could go some place else."
"No, you wanted to eat here. We should eat here."
"Gabe, it's fine. I just really want to be with you."
Gabe would have answered but an older man was speaking to the young, rude girl who had told them they didn't have reservations. Gabe walked in and stood next to them as he listened to their conversation.
"Is this them?" The older man asked.
"Yes." The rude girl replied.
"Hi, I'm Arnie. You're Gabe, Phil's friend?"
"I am."
"I'm sorry about this but we're booked up. We can get you in around nine thirty."
"Nine thirty?" Gabe asked.
"Gabe, it's all right. Let's just go someplace else." Kyle suggested.
"But you want to eat here." Gabe argued.
"Gabe! It's fine. Let's go." Kyle looked Gabe in the eyes to make sure his message was finally heard.
"All right." He turned back to Arnie. "We'll stop in another night. Thanks for trying."
"I'm sorry about this Kyle." Gabe said as they walked out.
"Stop apologizing. Let's just find someplace else."
"Where do you want to go?"
"There's a little place I know."
Gabe was shocked when they pulled up in front of a diner. It was not his idea of somewhere to eat on a first date and he looked at Kyle.