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    With a grin a mile wide, Devon stashed the helmet and tangled his fingers with Scott's. "Best damn diner in the city. The band and I practically live here. This is gonna be great, I promise."

Chapter Four
    The bike ride hadn't been anywhere as terrifying as Scott had imagined. It had actually been a little exhilarating in a nervous kind of way. He'd loved being pressed against Devon's back and holding him tight, and if he had to pick the biggest perk of taking the bike instead of the car, that would be it.
    As for the diner, however, it looked anything but great to Scott. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as he peered around at the crumbling buildings, over-flowing garbage cans on the curb, and dingy storefront windows but it was near impossible. He forced a tight smile and gazed back at Devon's obvious enthusiasm. "But.. why?"
    "It's one of my favorite places. Besides, you did us both proud by getting on that bike and it wasn't so bad, right? This'll be a piece of cake and you can even have cake for breakfast if you want."
    "Well—" Scott cocked his head to the side, his free hand slipping down to not-so-casually adjust the crotch of his jeans. It had certainly been interesting and Devon's ear-to-ear grin was killing Scott in the very best way. But he wasn't read to give in just yet. "Why couldn't we have just eaten breakfast at home? I mean, my place? I bought you some new herbal tea when you were away."
    Scott frowned at a look of seriousness suddenly shrouded Devon's face. "Damn, I think I'm really fucking this up today," Devon said, scuffing his boot against the gritty pavement. "I've been feeling really bad about hiding everything from you." Scott's heart ached a little but when he opened his mouth to reply, Devon shushed him with a finger to his lips. "I know I did that and no matter the reason, it wasn't fair to you and I'm sorry."
    "Dev—"
    "Today is about sharing with you, Scott. I want you to see me for the open book I usually am. The bike, the restaurant, the people inside the restaurant…"
    "People?"
    The look on Devon's face was pure sweetness and honesty, his eyes bright with hope, mouth barely turned up into that beautiful crooked grin Scott loved. Scott just wanted to grab him and wrap him up in a big fuzzy blanket.
    "I want you to meet my friends and I want them to meet you, but I don't want it to be a bad thing for you. I guess my excitement got the better of me. I didn't think things through. You already told me you don't like surprises so it's okay if we don't—"
    Scott's finger over Devon's mouth silenced him this time. "Is there anything else in there I should know about before we go inside?"
    He watched as Devon tried not to grin… too much. "I swear there's no cockroaches inside the restaurant."
    "No… what?"
    "I'm just kidding… I hope. But seriously, I want this to be your decision. We can go inside or skip the whole damn thing. Your call, babe. I just wanna spend the day with you. You can meet my friends some other time."
    Scott's heart pounded harder against his ribs but for once in his life of fearful anticipation, it wasn't panic… just love. "Do you remember our talk about my panic attacks?"
    Devon didn't skip a beat. "I should talk to you in a low voice but not get excited. Stay close but not touch you unless you ask me to. Recite M.I.S.S.I.S.S.I.P.P.I. to get your attention and let you sit on the floor unless you look like you're going to pass out."
    Scott was simply amazed at the recitation, nearly word-for-word of what he'd told Devon. He should really stop being amazed since he figured the joy of Devon would just keep happening to him over and over again. "Perfect. So I have you and a pocket full of Ativan in case anything should happen. There's nothing else I need."
    "What do we do now?"
    "You introduce me to your friends, Dev."
    Devon kissed his temple and laced their fingers together. "If they give you a hard time, just say the word. I know all their