Zeke. My poor boy. He's finally got Caleb in his apartment and he's trying so. Hard.
How does he get him to stay? How does he show exactly what he wants? How does he convince the world's most confused man that Zeke would give the world to have him be here, with him, together?
And he fails. Or he thinks he does. And he's so mad at himself for it so when Caleb gets up off the couch, he has to have a moment with his face in his hand wondering where the fuck he went wrong.
Zeke's never had to seduce Caleb before. Hell, he hasn't had to seduce much of anyone in at least two years. People just come to him, Caleb just comes onto him and that's that so did Zeke forget this particular song and dance in the interim?
Was he too forward? Too fast? Not enough? Was ragging on his cooking taken in offense instead of teasing like he hoped? Damn man is so flighty, Zeke isn't sure he could be plain-faced with him about his intentions just yet without Caleb getting spooked like a deer and fucking off again to go get in another shitty relationship or married.
Zeke has to get up. Has to get out of sight, at least give Caleb some time to himself and pray he ain't ruined this completely. Give them both time to recoup and come up with some kind of plan to woo himself a grade-A lovable goofball.
He doesn't want just another night with Caleb. Doesn't want to just fuck him and then go back to the way things were if and when he finds himself a place. He can't have Caleb forever, but goddamn, he'd rather have him for a little bit, a few months, maybe even a year, then not at all and this might be the only chance he's going to get.
The door to the bathroom doesn't lock. Zeke knows that when he stops there. And as he talks, he pins his arm under his forehead to keep himself from reaching for the doorknob.
Oh yeah. Zeke wants Caleb barefoot and pregnant in his kitchen. And by barefoot, I mean wearing socks he knitted with love. And by pregnant, I mean full of food he made, also with love.