All Work and No Play Make Tom a Dull Boy - [1/2]
It's raining outside, Tom notices as he sits at the counter of his bookstore, reading the morning paper. Tom flips through the paper, not even really reading the words in front of him, and takes a sip of his fourth coffee - the pleasure of having your own coffee maker in the employee lounge. It's only noon, and already Tom wishes that it was four o' clock so that he could lock up the store and travel the six blocks back to his loft that he shared with his boyfriend. More than he desires to go home, Tom is dying to at least talk to said boyfriend - because he knows that actually seeing him in person before seven o' clock tonight would be asking far too much from life, with Danny's busy work schedule. Tom spaces out, and barely hears his assistant manager, Cara, as she speaks to him, heading for the door.
"Tom?"
He looks up from the blurry, unnoticed paper and his eyes land on his employee, "Oh, sorry. I wasn't paying attention. What did you say?" he asks, taking another sip of his coffee.
Cara rolls her eyes and smiles. "I'm taking the rest of the day off. I figure I'd be okay since business in the tubes at the moment. Plus, I have a dentists appointment."
"..." Tom subconsciously tilts his head to the side. "Did you already tell me that? The dentist appointment..?"
"Yeah, last week." Cara says, smiling and chuckling under her breath, "That is okay, right? You're big boy enough to handle an empty store by yourself?"
"I don't think so, Cara." Tom says, pretending to think, "I may, oh you know, spontaneously burst into fire and set all the books a flame." Tom laughs with Cara and shakes his head, "Go ahead, I'll lock up."
She nods and says a quiet, "Bye," to Tom and leaves. Tom sighs, and stands, stretching out his muscles - sore from sitting in the same chair since nine o' clock this morning. He makes his way over to a shelf to pull out a book, when he spots someone coming towards the store. It makes him smile.
Danny opens the door, greeted by a dinging of an automated bell device and struts over to where Tom is standing carrying a plastic bag with a yellow smile plastered on the front.
"Chinese?" Tom asks, holding in a laugh.
"Of course," Danny smiles and pecks Tom on the cheek. "Carry out," he adds, placing the food on the counter and pulling up another chair on the opposite side.
"How did you get your lunch break so early?" Tom asks, shoving the book back into the first empty slot he sees and trots back over to the counter, sitting in his previous spot. He takes a pair of chopsticks from Danny with a frown, "You know I can't use these things."
Danny says with a laugh, "There are directions on the wrapper," but adds a quick, "but I brought a plastic fork for you, dear," when Tom gives him an evil eye.
Danny chuckles again and pulls out his own pair of foreign utensils and pops a piece of chicken into his mouth. "I got out early because of good behavior."
A smile spreads across Tom's face, "You make working for Mr. Turner sound like incarceration."
"It might as well be, the way he screams at all of us." Danny mutters, "I got off early, though, because I made Mr. Turner aware of the fact that someone was vandalizing his SUV."
"And that qualified to get you out for lunch early?" Tom asks, stabbing a piece of sushi with his fork.
"No," Danny giggled with a smile, "that qualified me to get the rest of the day off."
Tom chokes a little. "The whole day?"
"The whole day."
This makes Tom smile. "Good, then you can keep me company while I sit here and do nothing until four."
"Sounds like a plan," Danny says, as they continue to eat their lunch.
Tom shoves the empty containers back into the plastic back that tells him in big black letters to have a nice day, and tosses it into the trash can. "Thanks again, Dan, for lunch."
Danny smiles and rests his elbow against the counter top, laying his head in his hand. "You owe me, big time."
"For lunch?" Tom asked, laughing slightly.
Danny nods and points to the floor underneath him, "Why don't you make your way over here?" he asks, smirking.
Tom only rolls his eyes and walks over to Danny, leaning down and pressing a curt, quick kiss onto his lips before backing up. "There." he mutters.
His motion of pulling away makes Danny frown and grab his shirt, pulling him back. "I had a little more in mind."
Danny stands and presses his lips to Tom's gently at first, but roughening up the kiss ever so slowly as he drags Tom behind the counter.
Tom instantly knows how this is going to play out and tears away from the kiss, "Dan- Danny. We're talked about this before. No sex in the workplace."
Danny chuckles, "Who says we're having sex?" he mutters, settling for Tom's neck instead.
Tom scoffs, "I say that if I don't stop you, we're going to end up having sex."
"That's different."
"No, it's not." Danny insists, moving his hands across Tom's hips, under his shirt, making a gasp escaped Tom's lips.
"Yes, it is and your hands are cold." Tom says, as Danny pushes him against the wall, pinning him with his body.
Danny laughs and pulls Tom to the ground with his, concealing them behind the counter. Tom can feel where this is heading...
"You know, I read somewhere, that sex in the workplace is bad for a relationship," Tom says, another gasp escaping him as Danny pulls Tom's shirt over his head and kisses his collarbone, nibbling a bit.
"Oh really?" Danny mutters against the flesh, "How so?"
Tom wraps his arms around Danny's back, pulling his closer, by instinct - and he curses himself for it. "Well, one because it's the workplace."
Danny rolls his eyes, trailing kisses down the center of Tom's chest, his kissing floating over to one of Tom's nipples. Causing him to moan out in lust, Danny bites down on the rough skin. "I'm not your employee," he says through his teeth.
"People that are my employee work here."
Danny sighs and bites down harder. "Are you going to let me fuck you or not?" he asks, bluntly. He sucks on Tom's nipple and runs a hand smoothly down his chest, stopping at his waist line, teasing the exposed skin with his finger tips.
Tom can feel the tight friction in his pants and complentates his choices. Either he gets off with Danny or he takes care of himself in the bathroom. He'll take his chances with Danny.
"Fine, but don't make this a chore."
With a laugh, Danny turns into the aggressive sex machine that he is when they're alone in their bedroom, locking his lips with Tom's and struggling with his belt buckle. Tom can taste their lunch on Danny's lips, and it's somewhat of a turn off, but he doesn't care. The friction only gets worse as Danny continues to touch him...
To be continued...