Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

pride and love oozing out his ears for everyone to see as they said their goodbyes and Scott hugged every single member of Smoky Grey and Charlene, too. Scott's face was bright, the corners of his eyes creased with happiness and it took everything Devon had not to grab him right there on the street and kiss him stupid. Then he did it anyway.
    "What was that all about?" Scott asked, breathless and beautiful in Devon's arms as traffic and pedestrians passed them by. "Not that I'm really complaining but we're being stared at a little."
    "Does it bother you?" Devon simply asked. "Kissing or hugging me in public, I mean?"
    Scott cocked his head, brushing their foreheads together and tightening his hold around Devon's waist. "I always thought it would, back when I never thought it would happen to me."
    "Baby, it would have happened even if I wasn't the one doing it. You don't give yourself enough credit."
    "Doesn't really matter anyhow because I think I'd kiss and hug you anywhere you wanted, Devon Ducaine."
    "Anywhere? Really?"
    Devon ground his hips to Scott's, chuckling when Scott gave a little whoop and jumped. "Within reason," he growled, pinching Devon's middle until he moved back. "Rockstars are so pushy."
    "Told you… I'm not Devastation today, just plain old Devon. You're the rockstar today."
    "Rockstar? Don't think that quite fits."
    "You rode on my bike, you made me cum… have an accident in my pants and you charmed the damn pants off my friends all in the span of a few hours." Devon raised one hand in a rock 'n' roll salute. "You, my sexy accountant, are the rockstar."
    Scott pulled Devon in for another kiss, or at least a succession of tiny pecks over and around his lips. "We're not going to be one of those couples, are we?" Devon narrowed his eyes in confusion. "You know, the ones that drive everyone else crazy because they can't keep their hands off each other and say they, you know, like each other all the time."
    "I would love to be part of one of those couples," Devon said with a smirk.
    The shake of Scott's head and the wrinkling of his nose told Devon that wasn't the case for him. "They usually make me want to throw up, but maybe just for Valentine's Day?"
    "I guess that's good enough, though I'll probably try to change your mind at some point." He ducked Scott's flying left hook and moved backwards towards his bike. "So… ready for the next part of my plan?"
    "We're not done yet?" Scott took his helmet from Devon's hands. "I should have had you write it out on a napkin like all those groupies of yours do."
    "You're not going to ruin my excellent mood with your jabs, darlin', so get your gear back on and let's ride."
    "I usually like it a whole lot better when you say that in bed."
    Devon threw his head back and laughed, startling the old lady sitting on the bench close to them. He mumbled an apology, and then turned back to Scott. "That's definitely on my list." He grinned so hard his face hurt. "But first we're going to see visit some fish."
    Scott lowered his helmet again. "Fish? Valentine's fish, Dev? Really? I'm picturing red-dyed, heart-shaped fish swimming around in some bacterial-ridden pond at a sleazy restaurant where you get to pick which one you want to eat."
    Devon shook his head to clear the what-the-fuck. "You need to get out more, sweetheart, but no, not just fish. I'm taking you to the aquarium." Scott looked at Devon like he'd grown another head. Devon loved that look of confusion. Hell, he loved every look Scott had. "My mom always said the best date she ever had was when I took her to the aquarium for her birthday when I was twelve."
    "Oh, dear Lord. Shadow was right."
    Devon flipped his leg over his bike, pausing half-way to glance back at Scott. He was almost afraid to ask what Shadow was right about.  "Shadow? And what did he say or do I really want to hear it?"
    Scott moved closer, balancing his helmet on his hip and leaning into Devon's body. "Just something about your heart and romance and you being a big sap."
    "An aquarium is not sappy and neither was my mom. It's romantic but if you don't—"
    Leaning into press his mouth to Devon's, Scott tangled his fingers in Devon's hair, capturing every breath in his body. When they pulled back, Devon was almost panting with happiness.
    "I've never been to the aquarium actually. I'm assuming you'll protect me from the big panic-inducing crowds?."
    Devon felt his heart twinge and his brain turn to mush. Dammit, he hadn't thought