P is for Paul
A follow-up to here. And yes, I'm aware the P comes before R in the alphabet, but it doesn't in the order I wrote them.
I'm also aware that I said P was gonna be a follow up to the kitty at the bar story, but then plunnies bit. That story is still coming. I was just smart enough not to name kitty in the first story.
P is for Paul
Paul was unnerved. Ragnar had been smirking at him his entire shift. The last time Ragnar had directed so many amused smirks in Paul's direction had been when Ragnar had found out about Paul's crush on Freddie.
Speaking of...Freddie had been acting weird lately too. He'd been looking at Paul and acting like he wanted to say something but then would shake his head and walk away. If Paul didn't know any better, he'd get his hopes up. But, Paul knew better. Paul was all too aware of Freddie's hopeless crush on Ragnar. Hopeless in that Ragnar was happily taken. Not that Freddie knew that. Freddie was all too oblivious when it came to Ragnar.
Paul shrugged off his thoughts and turned back to cleaning up the tables. He was glad that the night had finally ended. He just needed to finish cleaning the tables, then do the floors, and he was free from all the frustration that was currently his place of work.
Standing upright from where he was leaning over the table, Paul noticed Freddie's eyes were on him. On a certain part of his anatomy. Maybe Paul wasn't being ridiculous by getting his hopes up. Paul met Freddie's eyes and raised an eyebrow at him. Freddie blushed and turned his face away. Paul's hopes soared.
Figuring he had nothing to lose, Paul approached Freddie.
“Enjoying the view?” Paul made sure his voice teased and not purred.
“I...I...” Freddie gulped and looked away again.
Paul had never seen Freddie act like this, not even at the peak of his infatuation with Ragnar.
“Freddie.” Paul reached out and put a hand on Freddie's arm.
Freddie's eyes grew large as he looked at Paul's hand on his arm. He looked up at Paul shyly.
“I'm heading to Denny's after this for some waffles. Want to join me?” Paul asked as casually as he could.
Freddie smiled in a shy, joyful way that Paul had never seen before.
“Yeah, I'd like that.”
“Me too.” Paul said returning Freddie's smile with a joyful one of his own.
Paul ignored Ragnar's cackling.
I'm also aware that I said P was gonna be a follow up to the kitty at the bar story, but then plunnies bit. That story is still coming. I was just smart enough not to name kitty in the first story.
P is for Paul
Paul was unnerved. Ragnar had been smirking at him his entire shift. The last time Ragnar had directed so many amused smirks in Paul's direction had been when Ragnar had found out about Paul's crush on Freddie.
Speaking of...Freddie had been acting weird lately too. He'd been looking at Paul and acting like he wanted to say something but then would shake his head and walk away. If Paul didn't know any better, he'd get his hopes up. But, Paul knew better. Paul was all too aware of Freddie's hopeless crush on Ragnar. Hopeless in that Ragnar was happily taken. Not that Freddie knew that. Freddie was all too oblivious when it came to Ragnar.
Paul shrugged off his thoughts and turned back to cleaning up the tables. He was glad that the night had finally ended. He just needed to finish cleaning the tables, then do the floors, and he was free from all the frustration that was currently his place of work.
Standing upright from where he was leaning over the table, Paul noticed Freddie's eyes were on him. On a certain part of his anatomy. Maybe Paul wasn't being ridiculous by getting his hopes up. Paul met Freddie's eyes and raised an eyebrow at him. Freddie blushed and turned his face away. Paul's hopes soared.
Figuring he had nothing to lose, Paul approached Freddie.
“Enjoying the view?” Paul made sure his voice teased and not purred.
“I...I...” Freddie gulped and looked away again.
Paul had never seen Freddie act like this, not even at the peak of his infatuation with Ragnar.
“Freddie.” Paul reached out and put a hand on Freddie's arm.
Freddie's eyes grew large as he looked at Paul's hand on his arm. He looked up at Paul shyly.
“I'm heading to Denny's after this for some waffles. Want to join me?” Paul asked as casually as he could.
Freddie smiled in a shy, joyful way that Paul had never seen before.
“Yeah, I'd like that.”
“Me too.” Paul said returning Freddie's smile with a joyful one of his own.
Paul ignored Ragnar's cackling.