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Saturday had arrived faster than Risotto thought it would make him scramble around the large house, quickly tidying it up. Today was the day that Ghiaccio was going to come over to hang out, but the man had actually forgotten all about the plan. Work piled up and his schedule made him forget, but thankfully the curly-haired man left him a reminder about the plans. If it hadn't been for that text, Ghiaccio would've arrived on his doorstep, and Risotto wouldn't have had a clue as to why.
"Should I make the bed?" he pondered out loud as he stared at the guest bedroom, "Is he going to sleep here?" he continued as he walked towards the bed, "It's better to be prepared." he nodded, beginning to tidy the bed and do it before adjusting a few things in the room.
Risotto wasn't the type to worry about small details if guests came over, but this was special. Ghiaccio was coming over and they were going to hang out, just the two of them together for the first time in well -- it felt like it was the first time in forever. Just thinking about the other man made him want to smile. Everything about him was near damn perfect, his red bright red glasses that matched with his shoes, his stripped pants that hugged his frame tightly. . . Risotto quickly shook the thoughts out of his head as he went back to cleaning the house. This wasn't a time to be swooning over someone. His home was actually quite clean, but he still felt the need to give it a quick scrub down. Most of the time he was too tired to even sleep in his bed, so he treated the living room as his bedroom. It had most of the things that a normal one did apart from a bed, but the couch was big enough to be used as one so he wasn't complaining.
"I think this floor's done," he told himself with a nod as he went down the short flight of stairs back down to the first floor. He glanced down to his watch, "He should be here soon," he thought before he moved towards the kitchen, then paused in his tracks. His discolored eyes moved down to the grey pajamas he was currently wearing; in the entire rush to clean everything he forgot to change into normal clothes. With a quick turn on his heels, he made his way back upstairs to his room, rummaging through the closet to try and find something suitable. This was . . . casual. Hm. Most of Risotto's clothes didn't exactly fit into that category. It was either formal suits or shirts that exposed too much skin. One of these days he should as Prosciutto to go with him to buy new clothes.
After searching through the different items, he finally picked something normal and then left back downstairs. Just as he thought he could get a breather the sound of the doorbell rang through the large house. His hands quickly ran through his white hair, quickly fixing it up before he went up to the door. His large hand hesitantly wrapped around the handle, taking a deep breath before he finally opened it.
On the other side of the door stood Ghiaccio with a bottle of wine in his hands. He looked over Risotto for a short moment before he held the bottle out, "Here. I brought this," he said, "I thought it'd go good with whatever you were making."
Shit, was he supposed to make something? All of this romance and dating stuff was still new territory for Risotto so he had no actual idea. "I don't have anything prepared," he responded truthfully as he shook his head. "We can order out though," he took the bottle from the other man's hands as he gestured for him to come inside. "Thank you for the bottle, Ghiaccio."
He nodded, brushing off the thanks and the mention of lack of food as he walked inside. "I had some cash to spare, I thought it would be nice," he responded, "You like it, right? It's not the cheap type or anything. The real good shit," he pointed towards the label. "If we don't drink it now then we can later."
Drinking with his fellow members wasn't new to the hitman, but this was a bit different. Most outings were at bars or at the very least in a public place, but this was just him and Ghiaccio, who knows what could happen. "I'll get glasses later then, I think it's too early for this," he said, moving to the kitchen to put the bottle down on the tabletop.
"You have any plans?
"For what?"
Ghiaccio couldn't help scoff at the question, shaking his head as he slowly walked towards the large couch, "You invite me over than not have anything to do? C'mon Risotto, I thought you were better than this!" he threw his hands up a bit before his body fell down on the couch. "How about a movie?"
He didn't apologize for the lack of any activity, instead, he joined the blue-haired man's side, grabbing the remote to turn on the T.V. "If you're such an expert then why aren't we at your house?"
"Because you invited me here, or do you not remember?" he responded, shaking his head.
"Fair enough." the Sicilian responded before he shrugged, "But still, no need to be rude, snowflake." he moved his hand to flick the other's blue curls eliciting an annoying sound from Ghiaccio's lips.
"Hey, hey!" he moved to push the other's hands away as he brushed his hair back into place, "I've told you not to touch my hair before," he huffed.
Red eyes moved across the man's hair before Risotto's hands attacked the hair, ruffling the curls to move them out of place with a short chuckle. Seeing the other hitman attempt to fight back was funny along with the now puffy and messed up curls. "You should leave your hair like this more often. It looks cute." he complimented.
A small blush came to his cheeks, a bit embarrassed at the comment before he shook his head. All that gel went to waste in a matter of seconds. "It's too messy and unprofessional," he said, leaning against the couch, "You were the one that told me that, remember?"
"Right but . . . I change my mind," Risotto responded, resting his arm against the back of the couch, holding his head up with the hand. He gazed at the man, taking in the pretty sight. Ghiaccio looked very different from frizzy and untamed hair and he was enjoying it. "I want you to wear it like this," he moved his other hand up to rest on the other's face, thumb gently resting on the cheek to rub it. "You'll do that for me, right?"
In Ghiaccio's eyes, his superior was being a lot more touchy than usual, but he wasn't opposing it. The anger inside of him was caused because the curls were now out of place, something he worked out on for hours just for this "hang out." He sighed softly, pushing down his anger in an attempt to not lash out, "I don't think I will, the others will say something about them,"
"Let them talk, I don't care."
"You're saying that because it's not about you!"
"No need to yell," Risotto said, his fingers gently moving to rest underneath his chin, "You look lovely like this and I want to see more out if,"
"You're a really weird guy," he responded, leaning a bit into the touch with another sigh, his brown eyes darting away from the hand and to the other's face, "But fine. Just for you . . . if anyone says anything though I'll kick their ass!"
Another chuckle left his lips at the man's words, "I need to teach you to relax," he said in a calm manner as he wrapped his arm around Ghiaccio's shoulders, "But thank you, Ghia,"
"Yeah, yeah."
Risotto's discolored eyes rolled a bit at the comment before he began to flick through the channels, attempting to find something for both of them to watch. He leaned into his superior, resting against his chest as he brought his legs up to lay on the couch, letting his hands to gently grip the arm. A small kiss was planted on the blue-haired male's forehead, rubbing his cheek before he continued to flick through the channels. Finding a movie that satisfied Ghiaccio proved to be harder than he expected, Risotto knew he would be picky but this was something else. Every movie on the T.V had something wrong with it in his eyes but he wasn't all too bothered, he didn't care for movies, he just wanted to enjoy his lover’s presence who was now entangled in his arms.
"Here then, play whatever you want," he handed over the controller the man in his lap, "I just need you . . . " he muttered pressing a few more kisses along his face.