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The venue was a German restaurant called "The Fourth Reich Eatery". YYW had originally wanted to go to a Tex-Mex place, but Bsh didn't like Tex-Mex. Not only did Bsh not like Tex-Mex but he felt like the very idea would bring back too many painful memories of his and RM's chili-in-the-bedroom days. YYW had almost cancelled the date right then and there because anyone who doesn't like Tex-Mex is an idiot, but that was a problem they managed to overcome.
They met and exchanged the standard "I met you on the internet" level awkwardness, but after a few minutes all was well. They were sipping beers and talking about the ethical implications of attaching political conditionality on humanitarian aid when their order came.
Bsh got wiener schnitzel. YYW got a Bratwurst.
"Oh vell vell vell, zis is your scnitzel and 'ere is your huge, juicy viener." the waitress said as she served them their respective dishes. Bsh couldn't stop eyeing YYW's huge Bratwurst. If the sausage in a different place was anywhere near as large, Bsh saw them getting along very, very, well indeed.
"Would you like some?" YYW asked, smirking at Bsh's wide eyed gaze at the sausage. Bsh nodded. YYW started to feed him pieces of sausage from across the table in a romantic cliche, and the gay subtext was so obvious that it probably didn't even count as subtext anymore, but who's counting?
Despite both being extremely eager to move onto the next phase of their date and see if they were truly compatible the pair ate extremely slowly and talked about all sorts of issues like the implementation of national health care, the philosophical implications of the conjugal view of marriage, and YYW even amused Bsh with a story of how he once won a rap battle using only Haiku's.
After a minor skirmish over who was paying the check (which YYW eventually won because, hello, CEO) the pair headed to Bsh's house. Bsh was eager to see YYW's country estate, but it was too far away. At the front porch, YYW hugged Bsh goodnight in a very cliche way, clearly hoping for an invite inside but too gentlemanly to ask.
"I hate to break it to you YYW, but I don't kiss on the first date." Bsh said, YYW's heart sank, but at the same time he was very excited to have found a guy who was willing to wait. Bsh smiled at the look and YYW's face and said with a dirty, dirty smile "I go all the way." and just like that, Bsh grabbed YYW by his tie like slutty secretaries do to their bosses and slammed him into the porch, making out vigorously. YYW realized that his thoughts about it being sweet that Bsh wanted to wait vanished, replaced by a primal lust and a deeper feeling he'd never felt before but that could best be described as a fundamental contentment being in Bsh's arms.
The pair stumbled through the door, lips locked the entire way, bumping into tables and walls but too engrossed in each other to even care. Bsh was taking off YYW's shirt when he had an idea. "Wait..." He said, and disappeared from the bedroom. When he came back he was shirtless and holding something that brought such excitement to YYW that what felt like that tingly feeling you get when your crush talks to you spread across his entire body, from his pinky toe to the tip of his head. Bsh gave a devil may care grin and tackled YYW, smearing his six pack with the tanning lotion he had gotten. As he rubbed it slowly into YYW's chest Bsh felt his manhood, already stretched to what he thought was the limit, expand even greater.
