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Lito has been putting this off for too long.

He has a plan, he has the ring, he even has his courage up and he doesn't doubt what Hernando's answer will be, he's just constantly worried that he's going to propose wrong and then they will have a memory that isn't as good as it could be. He tucks away the ring in his back pocket, makes sure all his plans are ready to go, double checks, and then triple checks (and wishes he had someone good at details to help), before he waits for Hernando to come home from work.

He's waiting in a suit, one that's molded to his body with a deep blue shirt adding a pop of colour to it. He's ready for tonight, but before the question, he plans to give Hernando a wonderful night. He's taken some advice and he isn't going to go all the way outside of the norm tonight, but he's still planning on giving Hernando everything he deserves.

Waiting with an espresso, Lito hears the click of the door, lighting up when Hernando comes home. "My love, change into something nice," he says. "We're going out for dinner at the fancy French restaurant. I got us reservations."

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There are artists in this world that never existed in theirs. It makes sense, Hernando knows, in the greater scheme but it is so boggling and the implications of it are so big. They are just so very big. He's been rolling this over in his mind the entire way home, and he's do distracted that he's several feet into the apartment before he realizes what is happening.

He freezes, mind rolling over dates as he tries to figure out if he's missed something important. "Christ, this is like a porn I dreamed up," he says with wonder, taking in the suit and the Lito and the coffee. He knows he is deeply rumpled after a day of lectures and cannot imagine how he can look good enough to be seen in public with Lito in that suit.

Lito hides his self-satisfied smile behind the rim of his little espresso cup, because he's faintly amused by Hernando's reaction, but also very pleased with it. He wishes that he could take a quick break and have a little fuck before they head out, but they're on a very tight timeline.

"I put a suit out for you on the bed," he says, expecting that Hernando will be changing into it. "We have dinner reservations in an hour," he says. "We cannot be late, it's very important," he says, his eyes filled with the depth of how very important this all is to him.

Hernando steps forward, carefully taking the tiny cup and wrapping his free arm around Lito.

"Baby, did I forget something important, or are you just being very, very charming?" he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss. Lito smells incredible and Hernando cannot help but wonder how tight this timeline truly is. "That is a new suit, Mr. Rodriguez. You cannot expect me to compare when you look this good."

"You forgot nothing," Lito promises, smiling innocently and being beyond glad that he's a very good actor. "The reservations are very hard to come by, so I was able to get them for today. I didn't want them to go to waste," he says, "so I thought we could have a proper date night. I think you'll like what I have planned, but it's a surprise," he says, eyes sparkling as he nudges Hernando along playfully towards the bedroom to get changed.

"It is a new suit, because I want to look my very best when I'm out with you," he swears. "Also, you know how I like to look good. It's even better when I know you're staring at me."

Hernando lets himself be nudged towards the bedroom, grinning widely at Lito and how clearly proud of himself he is. "I am always staring at you," he corrects, peeling out of his sweater and undershirt as he walks, happy to build a little anticipation for later. Lito's new, blue shirt has already got Hernando anticipating all sorts of things.

"This is all very sweet of you," he says as he inspects the suit so carefully laid out for him. He takes a sip of the perfectly made espresso and is a little torn that they do not have time to cuddle a little bit. "I love you so much, Lito. This is all lovely."

"I know, I love it," Lito agrees, as hopped up as ever on his ego to be able to admit that. He takes a few looks in the mirror when they get into the bedroom, careful to adjust the shirt and make sure his hair looks good (it's starting to grow out and he hasn't decided to cut it, just yet). The gel is styling it just fine and he thinks it looks nice, so maybe he will keep it this way for now.

"I love you too, baby," Lito agrees, turning from the mirror to stare at Hernando, unable to believe he's become this lucky, somehow. "But hurry!" he insists. "If we don't get to dinner in time, they will give our reservation away, and I haven't eaten lunch to prepare," he lies, because he had been stress-eating his nerves away all afternoon.

"Yes, yes I am hurrying; I am hurrying," Hernando murmurs, putting down his coffee and leaning in for a kiss. "Outside with you. If I am to have a chance to look good enough to be seen alongside you in that new shirt, I need the surprise of a full reveal."

After Lito is shuffled out, Hernando takes his time dressing, not enough to make them late, but to slide each piece of clothing on with the thought of Lito picking them out just for him. A quick application of cologne and wash of his face and he is as good as he can get.

"Is this what you had in mind?" he asks as he walks into the living room, posing just a little.

Lito beams as he takes advantage of that kiss, laughing when he's kicked out. He's in such a good mood tonight and he knows that nothing will be able to ruin it, only wishing that he could have Daniela here to see it all, or maybe some of their old pictures or mementos. His plans will have to do, so he paces nervously until Hernando comes out, stopping in his tracks as he actually loses his breath.

He's breathtaking, the most handsome thing Lito has ever known. Crossing the room in a flash, he cups Hernando's neck with both hands, holding him so he can kiss him reverently. "You're perfect," he promises. "Don't bother bringing your wallet," he warns. "I am paying for everything tonight."

Hernando opens his mouth to argue, argue that Lito is still paying far more than his fair share for everything but he just looks so pleased and so adorable.

He pushes into the kiss, a little lightheaded as he always is when Lito focuses all of his charm on him in this way. "You are spoiling me, Mr. Rodriguez, he hums, pressing close. "It is hard to believe it was almost a year ago that you got me back. It is still hard to believe we can have a life like this."

Lito has a momentary flush of a thought when he wonders, what if Hernando will take his name, and he nearly gives up the game when he moans happily at the thought of this, but he manages to suppress it back before it can ruin anything. Instead, he focuses on Hernando and digs out his wallet and keys, checking the back pocket for the ring (still there) and checking his phone to make sure the rest of his plans are still on (they are).

Extending an elbow to him, he's ready to walk with him in public. "Time for you to explain all the fancy French foods to me," he says cheerfully.

Hernando has to duck his head for a moment. Sometimes Lito's charm in full force is a little like staring into the sun. Hernando loops his arm through his and and leads the way out of the apartment, mind already racing at all of the different foods they could try, tonight.

"There is actually a cassoulet I have been drying to try," he admits. "And there is this, this chicken recipe that I think you would like. It is just a little spicy. It is a Basque dish. And we could try a few wines, tonight. I have no early lectures so I would very much like to get a little drunk with you."

Lito feels like he's a full foot taller than usual, with Hernando at his side and looking so handsome. There is a car waiting for him that he'd hired from the production company and he gestures to it, happy to have this privacy all night for them to use.

"I love the way you say cassoulet," Lito praises, brushing his thumb over Hernando's lips, like he wants to taste the way he says it by virtue of his thumb roaming over it. "Maybe a little tipsy," he corrects. "Don't make it so that you can't get it up for me, baby."

Hernando smacks Lito lightly on the chest before opening up the car door and sliding in, face burning as he hopes the driver did not hear that. "You are incorrigible," he whispers as he looks around the car. It is very nice, sleek and black and like something he'd expect an actor to be shuttled around in.

"Lito this is so nice. Do you promise I have not forgotten something important? You can tell me if I have; I will make it up to you."

"I promise," he says, taking up both of Hernando's hands in his own so that he can squeeze them gently, "you have not forgotten a thing." He peppers soft kisses to each knuckle until the restaurant looms in the distance. Lito is grateful that his plans and reservations have stayed secret enough, because there is no swarm of photographers.

"Here," he says. "Now, we must go have your cassoulet and your wine," he says. "I think I will have something delicious and very rich, put on two pounds so you can work them off later."

"Isn't it customary," he starts, leaning in to kiss Lito's neck which smells absolutely incredible. "Isn't it customary for stars to fuck their side pieces in the back of their rented cars?"

They both know there is no way Hernando would do that without a very sturdy divider, but he loves teasing Lito in any way he can. Lito himself is a giant tease all of the time and it is maddening. "You could work off those calories in advance."

"You are not my side piece," Lito says, with more force than even he expects to hear in his voice, a flash of anger flaring in his eyes as he gives Hernando a pointed look. "Do not even think about that, don't even say such things. You could never be. You are the only man I love."

He doesn't have cue cards, because he's a good actor and he'd memorized his lines, but he worries he might be about to step on some of them, if they aren't careful. He presses a hand to Hernando's neck, holding on tight. "We will wait until after," he says firmly.

"Hey," he breathes, eyes widening at Lito's sharp tone. "Hey, I know. I know that. I was just kidding." He pats at Lito's chest, not able to figure out why he is so stressed. It is lovely he wants them to have a romantic evening but he is agitated in a way Hernando does not understand.

God...he wonders if it is the stalker, if another letter has arrived. Now he really is worried.

Lito doesn't find it very funny, honestly, and the pout on his face says as much. He doesn't like to think of Hernando acting in such a way, but he softens a little when Hernando pats at him, not wanting to give away how important tonight is. "You're right, I'm sorry," he admits, breathing out the stress.

"I just don't like to even pretend that you're anything but the love of my life," he says earnestly, with a hapless shrug of his shoulders as he gives him a pained look. "Is that so bad?"

"No, no," Hernando soothes, cupping Lito's face as the car rolls to a stop. "Hey, it was a bad joke, okay? It was a very stupid joke. I know that is not what I am to you. You treat me wonderfully and I know I am loved. Lito, you are not a subtle man. I know that I am very, very loved. Look at this car and our clothes and all of this, huh? You are the best boyfriend in the entire world."

Lito can let it fall away from him with Hernando's assurances, nodding rapidly and knowing that it is going to be better, because he's going to make sure that it is. "Yes, of course, you are the best partner a man could have," he says, getting out of the car so that he can offer his arm to Hernando, ready to wine and dine him for the first part of their evening.

"Your table is ready," the host promises, leading them to a little back room with a single table behind a divider, a candle burning on it. Lito looks a little sheepish as he holds out Hernando's chair.

"I thought it might be nice to have privacy," he says. "I know that lately, you are worried when we're in public and I did not want you to worry tonight."

"Lito," he breathes, looking around in awe at this set up. "Lito, this is like how VIP eat."

He shoots Lito a delighted grin and sits, looking around as he sees that indeed, the angle is such that they are not visible to the rest of the restaurant. "This is so thoughtful of you, baby. This is wonderful. God, I don't know the last time we were in public together like this and I wasn't looking around for cameras or God knows what," he rambles, craning his neck as he looks around the little room.

He feels very fancy.

"Are you saying that we're not VIP?" Lito clucks his tongue at Hernando and shakes his head, taking the seat on the other side of the table. He knows that he's going all out, but he is a little insulted at the idea that they would not deserve this. "I'm going to let you pick the wine, because I'm useless at that," he guarantees.

"I wanted tonight to be special and just for us, not having to worry about what might be behind the door," he says, reaching over the table to run his thumb over Hernando's knuckles. "This is just the start of the night. Dinner first."

"I am saying that I have still never even been to a premier, so this sort of treatment is very new to me," he corrects, squeezing Lito's hand as he looks down the wine list, certain they will need at least a bottle of white and red.

"You know, I am feeling quite swept off my feet. Is this what I am to expect now that we are so brazenly public? I'm afraid I am going to become totally spoiled."

"My next premier or maybe event, you're going to be there on my arm," Lito insists, staring at Hernando with adoration over the table, because he knows there's nothing in the world that could stop him from having that be true. "We could be more brazen, you know. I made sure to make reservations secretly."

"To be brazen, I would have used my name and had my agent make sure there were pictures of us staring at each other over the candlelight, romantically."

"That," he laughs, "Is a little too brazen for me so thank you for the lack of a photoshoot."

He takes another look at the menu, crafting a meal to flow seamlessly, to give Lito the sort of experience this type of planning deserves. "Baby, do you want me to order for both of us?" he asks, eyes fixed to the menu as he thinks about the wines and the desserts as well. "You are eating dessert tonight, yes? I promise we will work off the calories, later. Let's be decadent, tonight."