Author's Note: Sincerest apologies for taking so long to put out another chapter. I'm glad this series has so many fans, and I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Just so you know, Breaking Barriers is now complete and I'll be uploading the final chapters within the next few weeks (13 Chapters and an Epilogue, altogether). Please enjoy!
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Kip ran his hand across a crease in the red plaid stadium blanket, smoothing it down. He rested on his elbow, curling his head upwards to look through the branches of the trees above. Specks of sunlight twinkled down, reflecting off the picnic basket's metal clasp and warming the tan wicker. Movement caught his eye, and he rolled more onto his side and hip, crossing his slender legs at the ankle. A smile broached his face as Vale's slightly haggard, but ever adorable form crested the park's gentle hill. He caught his eye with a wave, and he jogged over.
"Awfully spry for an old man," Kip quipped as Vale slung himself down on the stadium blanket next to him.
"Not so old yet," Vale countered, catching his breath. Kip didn't miss the tired look in his eyes from not having slept the night before, but he appreciated his enthusiasm at their date. He thought about taking it easy on him, but...
"I dunno," Kip said, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "Anything after thirty is senior citizen age - in gay years." He side-eyed a glance while Vale guffawed.
"You're such a twerp," Vale said with a wink. "Take it easy on me. It's been a rough night."
"So I heard. Are you sure you're okay to keep going today?" All of his mirth couldn't hide his true concern underneath, and Vale appreciated that. They had a quick, tight hug in which Vale whispered against his hearing aid.
"I'm sure. I'm exactly where I want to be right now." Vale's words left a slight crackle of feedback that caused a shiver to creep up and down Kip's spine. He melted against him for a heartbeat, one last squeeze before they both sat up on the blanket.
"Then let's get to the good stuff," Kip said, unlatching and flipping the picnic basket lid open. He tucked his sheathed packer to the side, hopefully out of Vale's line of sight, not that he'd recognize the cover. That good stuff was coming later.
Kip passed some turkey deli sandwiches to Vale, and then opened a tupperware salad for himself, fishing out the dressing container from the bottom of the basket. They ate silently and contentedly, enjoying each other's company while they people-watched. It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and families and lovers were strolling the park. Various dog walkers passed by while Kip quietly named each breed as he recognized it.
"Know a lot about dogs, do you?" Vale asked as he wrapped up the sandwich crusts in a napkin. Kip eyed him as he put it away.
"I helped develop a dog game before. It was a simulation where you could own your own kennel and raise dogs for competitions." He pointed at the napkin. "You don't eat crusts?"
Vale blushed. "I know it's a bit childish, but I don't usually. I just never grew into it?" He shrugged.
"That's fine," Kip said, mimicking his shrug casually. "Just unexpected. Maybe a little endearing. I'd heard that artists are full of quirks."
"And programmers aren't?" Vale countered, reaching for a small container of diced fruit.
"Touche." Kip handed him a fork and then grabbed a spoon for his own yogurt and granola.
They fell back into a silence while they ate, picking at their food and enjoying each delectable bite. Vale's morning of a bagel and iced coffee were staples, but this was real, joyous food, and he delighted in Kip's initiative. He also knew that conversation was difficult for him, and that he preferred to just relax and enjoy his food, so he didn't mind holding off on further comments until they both were ready. Besides, the view was nice too, Vale thought, as his gaze rested on the youthful form of the trans boy sitting cross-legged on the blanket.
Vale could almost feel himself reconstituting from the nurturing food, and the bliss on Kip's face. His eyes were closed as he slowly spooned mouthfuls of granola and fruit flecked yogurt into his mouth. His eyes popped open and met Vale's, and a self-conscious giggle erupted.
"What?" Kip demanded, packing up his empty yogurt container. He tossed the dirty dishes into a plastic bag and tucked it into the basket, then sat squarely and crossed his arms, eying Vale's supine form up and down. "What did I do?"
"Nothing," Vale said, placing his finished fruit cup down. "You just looked so happy. Over yogurt. I wondered if you were okay."
Kip rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah. I guess I just didn't realize how much I missed it. I try to limit my dairy and grains, but I still treat myself every once in a while. When I ran more competitively, I was strict Paleo."
"Whazzat?" Vale mumbled, digging around in the basket, looking for dessert.
"Chocolate's on the left side," Kip pointed out, then continued, "Paleo is a kind of diet. Basically eating like cavemen did is the idea, but it's really hard to follow that accurately. The accepted convention is no grains or dairy - which I did. It was hard to adapt to, since I love both of those things, but after a while I could follow it. When I started working, I slowly added a few of those things back in because life's too short."
"Thanks," Vale said, grasping the chocolate bars. He nicked off a pip and handed it to Kip. "So, why Paleo?"
Kip shrugged, taking the chocolate piece and chewing for a bit, thinking it over. "It's just the diet that made the most sense to me. Of all the nonsense that's out there, that's the nonsense that worked best for me."
"All diets are nonsense?" Vale raised his eyebrows, and Kip nodded.
"Same with religion."
"I see," Vale said, his head dipped in pondering as he popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and handed another to Kip. "I used to be a competitive swimmer in high school, and diving in the off season. I never much cared about what I ate, but my friend Zariah sure did. She was super competitive, and that sparked my own competitiveness. We had our own little rivalry going, despite swimming for the same team." A smile spread across his face at the flood of fond memories. "My athletic glory days."
Kip smiled and curled up against him after making sure all the utensils were cleared away. He gazed up at him, matching the twinkle in his eyes. "A good friend of yours?" Kip asked, tracing Vale's jawline teasingly with the soft pad of his finger.
"Yes," Vale said, his voice dipping into a serious tone. "Those days were the best. I haven't spoken much with her since we both went our separate collegiate ways. I assumed she kept competing in college, but I stopped to focus on my artwork more. I should try to get in touch with her, before too much more time passes."
"It's a good idea," Kip offered, but his thoughts drifted to his own friendships. There wasn't one he thought he could text out of the blue and have a great catching up conversation. Many of the friendships had been fleeting or superficial. Mere acquaintances, were most. It was hard to nurture a friendship with hearing loss, and many hearing people didn't care to extend the effort it needed. Sometimes he wondered if it were solely that, or the fact of his gay or trans status that kept people at bay. He thought he was pretty stealth - he passed pretty well, but he'd never hidden the fact that he was gay. It seemed pointless. "You should text her."
"Maybe I will," Vale muttered noncommittally, his attention now on nuzzling and nibbling the sun-kissed skin of the boy beneath him. Kip squirmed, but the bigger male held him fast and tight, and kept up the torture. Their blanket was set up mostly out of the way of the other park patrons, but he didn't care if they received appreciative looks or glares from the passerbys that got too close as they wrestled around playfully.
Kip managed to get away, and they extended their chase around the trees nearby, laughing and teasing as they circled their picnic set up. After nearly a half hour of certainly doomed chase, Kip faked and dashed toward the blanket, slapping it with his hand and looking over his shoulder at panting Vale, who jogged up behind him.
"Safe!" Kip yelped, gulping in his own breath, and Vale laughed, encapsulating him in a hug.
"I hope you always feel safe with me," he murmured against his boy, reveling in the light sweat that smelled just as manly as any other he'd ever experienced. They kissed and packed up the picnic begrudgingly, then started the walk back to the main road, where they could hopefully catch a cab to Vale's apartment, as they agreed that he needed peaceful sleep after Kip's surprise.
Arm in arm they walked, with Kip joyfully swinging the basket on the other side. Vale nodded at it. "So, what's with the old-timey basket?"
Kip giggled. "It's certainly not that old yet? Besides, I prefer the term 'classic'. Didn't you ever have picnics when you were growing up?"
"Not as such," Vale admitted. "I mean, I knew about them, and the classic portrayal of them, but we just never got around to it like you see in TV and movies. You?"
"Same, I guess." Kip sighed. "I guess I had the portrayal idealized, like the perfect family outing. I didn't get on well with my folks, and eventually I found myself a family of one. So, I decided to treat myself. I used to pack this basket up and go on hikes or runs, and while it wasn't my fantasized purpose, it was peaceful, you know?"
"I guess, but I much preferred today."
"As do I." Kip leaned into him, and they walked for a few strides, nearing the street before Vale piped up again.
"So, what happened with your folks? Did they have problems with the transition?"