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Trev had only been working at Jimmy Pestos for a week. He was a mediocre dishwasher, constantly wandering away from his station to talk to people around the kitchen. No one seemed to care too much, those who did have a complaint always seemed to forget it when he started to talk. He wasn’t really sure why-but people here seemed to like him.
Just like every other night, he was hanging around the grill cook-Todd-listening to him talk about his band’s newest gig. He was one of Trev’s favorite people to talk to, he seemed to drop everything just to carry on a conversation and was always showing off his tattoos or talking about his band. The dishes were piled high by the sink, they had closed five minutes ago, and most of the kitchen had cleared out early.
Suddenly Todd turned back to his station, abandoning their conversation right in the middle of it. Trev frowned, about to poke him to get his attention when someone loudly cleared their throat next to him. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his boss.
Trev had never actually met Jimmy Pesto before. He’d seen him around the front of the restaurant, but rarely did he ever show up in the back of the house. Now he was leaning against the counter, looming over Trev with a handsome glare.
“I didn’t realize I was paying people to chat with the cooks.” He huffed.
Trev smiled, “Oh, I’m a dishwasher, actually.”
Jimmy blinked slowly, expression softening into confusion for doubling down on anger, “I was wondering why everyone was clocking out an hour later. Do your job.”
“Yes, sir.” Trev nodded, walking over to the sinks.
If he had turned around at that moment, he would have seen Jimmy watching him with a strange expression.
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That became their sort of routine. Trev would sort-of do his job all day, just for Jimmy to stop in and chastise him. Todd seemed particularly annoyed about it, but Trev figured no one was very happy to have their boss around all the time. Trev didn’t mind Jimmy, though. He never yelled at him, usually just gave him a snide remark that Jimmy would laugh at.
Tonight was one of those nights. Trev had been watching Todd take apart his cooler station, plastic wrapping sauces and toppings that probably should’ve been replaced weeks ago-but Trev didn’t really know anything about cooking.
“Hey, Trev, help me carry these to the walk-in?” Todd gestured to one of the metal pans.
“Sure.” Trev smiled, picking it up and following him to the back of the kitchen where the metal door was.
Trev never really went in the walk-in. He didn’t have a reason to, there weren’t any dishes in there (although it wasn’t like he paid attention to those anyway). Todd set his tray on the shelf, reaching out and taking the one from Trev’s hands. He let their fingers brush before setting it beside the other one.
Trev turned and began to walk toward the door, but Todd reached out and pulled him back. Trev frowned, letting himself be maneuvered against the wall. Todd’s hand moved to his hip, circling it with his thumb as he leaned in.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” He smirked, “My band is playing tonight at that dive bar with the ant problem. You wanna come see me play, and then maybe afterwards we could go to my place?”
Trev felt his heart beating out of his chest, Todds hand raking up his side as he waited for his answer. Trev didn’t really know what to say-he’d love to go watch Todd’s band, he’d love to go to his place afterwards, a couple weeks ago he might have even loved what that implied. Now, he wasn’t really sure and he didn’t know why.
“Um,” he drawled, raising his hands to rest against Todd’s stomach; gentle enough gesture, but also keeping the distance between them.
Just then the door to the walk in opened, Todd stepping back quickly as bright lights flooded the dim cooler. Trev let out a breath, looking over to see who had opened the door. Jimmy stood in the doorway, looking more pissed than Trev had seen him look since that first day they met.
“Todd, your shift’s over.” He snapped, stepping aside as Todd rolled his eyes and headed towards the door.
“We go on at eleven, see you there.” Todd winked, quickly walking out the door.
Trev was about to rush out just as quickly when Jimmy stepped inside the cooler and let the door shut behind them. He blinked as his eyes readjusted to the darkness, barely noticing as Jimmy stalked over to where he was still pressed against the wall.
“What was that?”
“I-uh, I don’t really know what that was.” He laughed nervously, looking anywhere by the piercing eyes in front of him.
Jimmy’s eyes didn’t waver. “You’re meeting him at eleven?”
“No! I mean, probably not-”
“You’re not.” Jimmy interrupted.
Trev felt a pit form in his stomach. He really couldn’t be fired again-it was starting to get annoying having to find a new job to start every other month.
“But I didn’t do anything! Todd was the one who dragged me in here and-” He blushed.
“And?” Jimmy pressed.
“Y’know.” He shrugged, “Got friendly.”
“Yeah, well you looked pretty ‘friendly’ too.”
He felt his face burning, “It won’t happen again.” He muttered.
“Yeah, not with that greaseball.” Jimmy laughed triumphantly.
Trev frowned but before he could ask what he was talking about Jimmy surged forward, one hand steadying himself against the wall as he dipped his head down and pressed their lips together. Trev’s head bumped into the metal wall, eyes wide as Jimmy squeezed his side.
He gasped as Jimmy bit his lip, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Trev raised his arms, wrapping them around Jimmy’s shoulders as he pressed closer towards him. But then Jimmy was moving away, wiping his mouth as he smoothed his hair back and headed toward the door.
As it opened, he called out-
“We’ll continue this conversation in my office. Now do your job.”
The door shut, and Trev was left alone breathing hard.