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Working at SDN was a dream come true. Sure, his coworkers took turns finding new and elaborate ways to call him pathetic but honestly, it wasn’t anything Waterboy wasn’t already used to.
No, the parts he struggled to adjust to were the occasional praise and camaraderie he was afforded. Mostly from his supervisor.
Mecha Ma- Robert had helped him get the job to begin with and was the main deciding factor that boosted him from janitor to a real-life genuine hero, and Hermie had no intention of letting him forget that fact. Looking forward to another day of helping wherever his dispatcher instructed, he walked into the office with his head held high and box of donuts in his hands- shielded by a good few layers of napkins to minimize the water damage, of course. He remembered that first day when Invisigal had brought a donut in for Robert, luckily having gotten a semi-decent look at it before she came back to smush it into the keys of his keyboard.
Some overheard office gossip about how the new employee likes “big, long dick donuts” also helped Waterboy pick out an assortment for Rob’s gift box.
Hermie walked through the quiet offices cheerfully, muttering soft hellos to any other employees he passed by. It was still early enough that most people were just starting to file in, cubicles still empty as the new hero made his way into the dispatching office. His eyes quickly locked onto Robert’s and he only hesitated a few seconds before approaching quickly and setting the donuts down on his filing cabinet, stopping himself from instinctively brushing his palm over the lid of the box to smooth it out. Instead, he wiped his damp palms off on the front of his wetsuit as if that would do anything but dampen them further, looking down at himself before his gaze rose to examine the desk in front of him. He’d gotten a look at it before while in his custodial role, sure, but it had been a few days since then and it looked like Robert was gradually making himself at home.
Robert’s desk was… sparingly decorated. He had the standard setup of his SDN work computer and a few office supplies, but outside of that he also had a number of sticky notes scattered between the side of his monitor and desk drawers and… A knife nestled snuggly in his pen holder. Waterboy cocked his head to the side at the sight and wondered what the context behind that could possibly be. He couldn’t wonder too hard, though, as his attention quickly shifted down to the pillow on the floor of the cubicle, nestled up by the desk and most certainly intended for the fat little corgi he had seen following Robert around the office every now and then. The sight made a wobbly smile spread across the damp man’s face.
That was something he really appreciated about Robert: He was considerate about such little things.
Waterboy stood up straight as he caught his mind wandering, face following a similar trajectory as his lips pressed into a tight, straight line. He did what he needed to do, there was no need for him to linger any longer. Looking back to the donuts, his eyes settled on the logo and, despite himself, did indeed linger. Was it too much? He might come off as a kiss-ass, bringing in donuts for his new boss. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t even know Waterboy had been the one to drop them off. It’s not like he… left a note…
…
He gnawed on the inside of his lip as he reached for one of Robert’s pens.
Waterboy stopped on his way back to the SDN, doubling over and bracing himself with hands on his knees as he caught his breath. His chest heaved as he looked up at Punch-Up several feet ahead of him, who slowed his brisk jog down to a halt in order to look back at him.
“Keep up, lad! You can rest once we’re home free.”
“I-I, uh, I’m… Hold on just a min- a minu… one second!” He wheezed and brought a hand up to brush aside some hair that clung to his forehead, more wet than usual with saltier water.
Punch-Up rolled his eyes but, fortunately, waited around for Waterboy to recollect himself, something the other was incredibly grateful for. The two of them had been sent off to dispel an increasingly rowdy crowd at an ongoing convention nearby, and as fun as it was to be the hero saving the day next to all the citizens merely dressed up, running all the way across town was one hell of a task, and not one Waterboy was accustomed to quite yet. He had half a mind to wonder how Punch-Up and the others could possibly handle running up and down Torrance all day with just a short break between each call, but he knew the answer and didn’t feel like dwelling on it especially hard. Not right now.
As he huffed and began pushing himself back up to stand properly, a gruff voice in his earpiece sped the process up and knocked his spine straight. The small puddle that had begun to form at his feet grew.
“What’s taking so long, you two?”
“The new kid’s engine finally ran out. Can see his legs shakin’.”
Waterboy opened his mouth to deny it, to affirm that he was just fine and ready to get sent out on one last mission, but Punch-Up shot him a quick, knowing look and shook his head. His lips stuck back together as a soft sigh echoed through the intercom.
“Waterboy. Take five when you’re back, okay? Get yourself some coffee or something, I think Galen brewed a fresh pot.”
The rest of the Z-Team immediately began interjecting, asking why they weren’t getting their own early breaks with Invisigal scoffing something about favoritism and how Waterboy’s powers clearly worked in making Bob Bob wet. The man in question gulped thick and waited for his teammates to quiet down before responding himself, head ducked as uncertainty formed a pit in his gut.
“Y-… Yes, Mr. Robertson, sir.”
A thin layer of cloudy water formed on the surface of the coffee, occasionally disturbed by droplets as Hermie stared down into the mug with a frown on his face. He listened silently as the remainder of his team chattered on the intercoms, trading banter and lighthearted insults before Robert relieved them of their duties with his usual deadpan rumble. A full twenty minutes after he had excused Waterboy to take his break. Punch-Up had been surprisingly nice about it, staying silent the remainder of their way back to headquarters, but that only did so much to quell the nagging voice in the back of his head telling Waterboy just how unworthy he was. Naturally, sitting alone in the break room didn’t help either.
He gnawed idly on the inside of his cheek, occasionally mouthing arguments at no one as he reasoned that he did deserve this. No matter what anyone else on the team said, or how disappointed civilians looked when he was the one to answer their calls, or how often he caught sight of himself in his own puddles and couldn’t help but note how out of his depths he looked, cosplaying someone more important.
Okay, yeah, this wasn’t helping at all.
The door to the break room creaked open softly and Waterboy could hear someone enter the room cautiously. He didn’t bother looking up, not wanting to be aware of whatever pitiful look he was almost definitely being given at the moment.
“Hey, kid.” Robert cleared his throat. “How, uh… How’re you feeling?”
Hermie pursed his lips and shook his head without turning his eyes away from his diluted coffee. Robert hemmed and hawed on the other side of the room awkwardly before crossing it to take the seat across from him, and Hermie could feel that sympathetic gaze boring into his forehead.
“… Look, don’t beat yourself up about it. Honestly, it’s kind of crazy that SDN just expects you guys to just run or fly everywhere. I mean, Malevola has her portals, but-”
“Do y-you regret picking me?” Waterboy interrupted, the words falling out of his mouth before he had a chance to second guess them. Whether it was the question itself or the shocking amount of clarity in which it was asked, Robert’s eyebrows rose. “I-I mean, since Blo… Ms. Blazer said you would, uhm, be pick- choosing… making a choice by the end- end of the day, I guess... I assume you had o-other choi- options.”
Now, he raised his head just enough to get a look at the other man.
Robert’s expression was soft in a way that made Hermie’s mouth uncomfortably dry, his brows knit together and eyes searching for his own now that the two had made proper contact. It was enough to make Hermie want to shake his head and mutter “nevermind” before fleeing for the nearest janitor closet to mope in instead. But he didn’t. Rather, he watched as Robert opened his mouth to say something before closing it and leaning forward to reach a hand across the table.
“No, Waterboy, I don’t regret it. Even if you can’t quite see it yourself, I know you have potential to be an amazing hero. I wouldn’t have picked you to fill that open spot if I didn’t think you had it in you. Frankly, I don’t think anyone in this office deserved this opportunity more than you.”
His bare hand found the hero’s gloved one, doing its best to avoid the thin layer of water left on the table.
“Hell, you probably deserved better than getting stuck under my supervision.” He chuckled, and Hermie was quick to sit up and defend his honor.
“Don’t say- You- you’re a great boss, Rob- Mr. Robertson! Sir! Seri… Really, without you, I-I’d still be a janitor! I mean, I don’t… Not to say I wasn’t grateful. Back when- when I was a janitor, because… uh.”
A soft chuckle made his rambling trail off, any words dying in his throat as he watched Robert’s face contort and felt his own warm up substantially.
“You know, between that and the donuts, I’d think you were trying to butter me up.”
The warmth in Hermie’s cheeks only grew hotter and the nervous stammers that subsequently fell out of his mouth only served to make more good-spirited laughter bubble out of Robert. His hand brushed against Herm’s again, thumb trailing over his gloved knuckles and rendering the taller man even more unintelligible.
“Hey, hey. It’s fine. I’m fucking with you.” His smile was so good-natured it made Hermie happy that he was sitting down. “Thanks, by the way. For the donuts.”
“I- uhm. Ye- of course.”
Robert’s eyes seemed to drift over him, searching his face for a moment and mulling something over while Hermie held himself from shaking like a leaf under his scrutiny. It felt as if Robert was peeling him apart one glance at a time and if the thought didn’t make him a special kind of nauseous, Hermie would almost say he was checking him out. He squeezed his thighs together unconsciously.
“You should let me make it up to you. The donuts, I mean… Just so that I don’t have to feel like I owe you one.” God, his voice didn’t help the situation. “I could buy you a drink sometime. Maybe if you’re free tonight…” He trailed off, eyes flicking up to catch Herm’s once more.
Like a date. Was the first thing that popped into Waterboy’s head, and he immediately cursed his inner voice. Mecha Man is asking you out.
“I-I’m sin- avai- free. I’m free.”
The words tumbled out of him and Robert smiled at him again, without any pity or sympathy behind it. As if he was genuinely happy at the idea of going out in public with a big, watery mess like Herman.
“Alright. I gotta wrap things up and make sure Chase can handle Beef first, but then I’m good to go whenever you are.”
Robert pulled his hand away from Hermie’s and he had to stop himself from chasing his warmth or- God forbid- letting out an embarrassing noise of protest. Instead, he continued sitting stock still, tucked into himself with his head sunk in his shoulders in a way that made him look almost normally proportioned. Robert’s chair hardly scraped on the linoleum floor when he pushed it out and stood up after, and Hermie’s eyes followed him dumbly as he walked around the table to place a strong, firm hand on his shoulder.
He could see the dispatcher’s face clearly. He didn’t even cringe with disgust as he gave the slick rubber a squeeze.
“Oh, and… Good shift today. You’re doing great.”
For some reason, that really stirred something in him.
“Ah- O- okay! Thank… Thank you, sir! Robert! I’ll, uhm. I’ll be ready whe-when you… are…”
His stammers followed Robert as he left the break room altogether- not without sending Waterboy a little wave before he slinked out completely, though. He watched as his figure distorted through the glass the further away he got before disappearing around a corner to go do exactly what he said he had to.
To get ready for their date. Hermie shook his head quickly, flicking little droplets of water off of his face as he argued against that train of thought. Friends could get drinks together, after all! He was just being weird because he had never been invited out by a work colleague before… Plus, it wasn’t as if Robert saw him like that, the man called him “kid” any opportunity he got. And good. Worthy, hardworking, good…
Oh wow, that was uh. That was really doing something for him, wasn’t it?
Waterboy shifted in his seat uncomfortably once before the mortification set in and he sent a cautious glance downwards into his lap. He wasn’t tenting his wetsuit exactly but, well, he could certainly see himself in it. He almost slipped on one of his own puddles with how fast he scrambled to get up and out of the break room.
“God- O-oh God, oh- Shit.”
The hand clasped over his mouth was damn near pointless as he whimpered through the spaces between his fingers. Tears pinpricked at the corners of his eyes- no longer covered by goggles- as Hermie’s other hand shifted down the front of his suit.
He was lucky enough to have already had a reputation for skulking around curled in on himself, so the fact that he was all but hunched over as he shuffled from the break room to the nearest storage closet didn’t seem to raise any alarms. Or, if it did, no one cared enough to ask if he was alright. Either way, Hermie now found himself squeezed between shelves of cleaning supplies and plastic-wrapped paper towel rolls, trying to muffle his own gasps as his left hand slipped and struggled to pull down the zipper of his drenched wetsuit. Usually, he loved how convenient it was, suppressing his powers enough for him to function semi-normally, but with each slip of his fingers against smooth rubber, he felt frustrated enough to tear the material apart.
The words repeated and distorted themselves in Hermie’s mind, twisting to fill a desire he hadn’t quite realized he had. Good boy. You’re doing so good. He cursed under his breath as he fisted his zipper, whining high and needy at the image of Robert cooing to him in his desperation.
So good, for me. It felt like a grand victory when he finally yanked the zipper down the expanse of his abdomen.
His gloved hand snaked down past his hips to free himself from the slick confines of his suit and Hermie shuddered as he wrapped around his sore cock. It didn’t make sense to wear underwear with his condition, and he’d never bothered thinking too hard on that fact before, but here with his dick in his hand and wet material sticking to his skin, he couldn’t help but feel like a pervert. The fact that he had managed to pop a stiffy to his superior telling him he did a good job wasn’t exactly helping either.
Right. That’s right. He needed to hurry up. Robert was probably going to be looking for him soon, so they could go get plastered in a shitty bar before Waterboy inevitably gets asked to leave for ruining the floor, and Robert will look at him with that soft, sweet look he wears so well and tell him that “It’s okay” and “He’s still good.”
A bead of water clear precum beaded at the tip of his cock and dribbled down the underside.
Quickly and sloppily, he began jerking himself off. His vision blurred and he gnawed at the rubber covering his palm as he all but fucked his own hand, hopefully catching his orgasm fast enough to straighten himself out and appear somewhat presentable for his completely platonic and friendly post-work not-date. He bit down harder.
“-oy? Waterboy?”
God, he could even get off to Robert calling him by his pseudonym. He- wait. No, no, that wasn’t in his head. Snapping out of his aroused stupor just enough to register the closet handle jiggling, Hermie’s head snapped up to stare like a deer in headlights, too frightened and dumb to even turn himself around.
“Are you in h…”
Robert’s mouth made a wordless ‘oh’ as he stood in the doorway. Light from the hall bled in from behind him, making Hermie flinch and shrink in on himself even more as he covered himself with his hands. The dispatcher seemed frozen for a good moment, his own cheeks taking on a redder hue as his eyes flicked down for just a second. Waterboy felt like squeezing his lips closed as tight as he could and drowning himself right then and there.
“Shit!” Suddenly snapping out of his stupor, Robert hurriedly shuffled into the closet and shut the door behind him, thankful that no one had been occupying the hallway when he cracked open this little can of worms. His hands found the lock in the dark quickly and clicked it into place, something Hermie probably would have remembered to do himself had he not scrambled into the room in frantic, horny panic.
Horny panic that began to settle into regular panic as he stared at the back of Robert’s head, tears in his eyes growing hotter and threatening to join the rivulets of sweat and water running down his face.
“I… I-I- This- This is- I-”
His voice cracking did little to amend the situation. Great. His, what, second day on the job and he was almost certainly looking at termination? Amazing work, Hermie. That’s gotta be a world record.
“I… really didn’t take you as the type to do something like this, I’ll be honest. Sonar, maybe. Invisigal, definitely. But…” His voice lowered in both volume and octave, sounding even rougher in the small space the two inhabited.
“Maybe instead of drinks I can pay you back… some other way? And we’ll call it even.”
Hermie could feel his heart break. Sure, Robert hadn’t responded with immediate disgust or the threat of being fired, but clearly, he didn’t want to hang out anymore. Of course, he couldn’t blame him for that- why would Mecha Man of all people want to buddy up with some pervert that gets hard from innocent words of encouragement and jerks off in dark closets? He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded despite himself. At the very least, he could keep the job if not Robert’s friendship, and maybe over time he would be able to look him in the eyes again and…
A warm hand pressed against his side through the material of his wetsuit, kneading small comforting strokes into his flesh.
Ohhhh.
Wait, seriously?
Hesitantly, Hermie cracked his eyes open and tilted his head to look at the man now standing in front of him. It took him a moment to adjust to the darkness again but, unmistakably, there was Robert. Their eyes met and he felt the man’s knee slide between his legs, pushing them apart as their bodies grew closer. His brows knit together, confused, and he opened a mouth to question the whole of the scenario, only for a breathy groan to tumble out instead. Robert’s eyes widened before settling at their usual half-lids, gaze trailing from Hermie’s face all the way down to his crotch.
“Move your hands.”
His head leaned back against the wall behind him, and he moved his hands as instructed, letting them fall limp at his sides as he did his best not to melt into a puddle on the ground. Robert hummed, seemingly satisfied with how quickly Hermie responded and, as if rewarding him for such, moved to wrap his own hand around his cock. Every remaining bit of willpower went into not immediately bucking into Robert’s palm.
“Good.”
If the friction of a non-damp hand around him wasn’t enough, the muttered praise pulled an embarrassing whimper out of Hermie- the kind he’d make in the dark of his room when he was home alone and couldn’t help but take care of himself.
“Huh, you, uh… You’re into that, huh?” Waterboy nodded, refusing to look at Robert properly. “Alright. I can work with this.”
Robert’s hand slid up towards the head of his cock slowly, aided by the ample amount of precum and water wetting it already. His thumb ghosted along the slit before sliding away just as slow, stroking him back down to the base. Hermie did his best to keep his knees from buckling, grabbing at the wall behind himself and finding no purpose as his hands slipped against the plaster. He could tell Robert’s eyes were on him again, watching him chew on his lip and try to remain somewhat composed in front of him despite how badly he wanted to cry out and thank his superior for being so nice to him. Thank him for touching him.
“How’s this?” If they weren’t so close Hermie might not have heard the words with how soft Robert spoke them. He tried to nod once more but the sound of teeth kissing made him whine. “Use your words. Can you do that for me?”
“It- Hhhoh w-wow- I-it’s good.”
It was painfully slow, actually, but there was no way in hell he was going to sing anything other than Robert’s praises. It was blessing enough that he was touching him at all. Fortunately for him, in response to his confirmation that he didn’t absolutely hate this encounter, Robert’s stroking picked up the pace. Not enough to get him off properly, but just enough to make his brain go fuzzy with need. Waterboy tilted his head away again as his mouth fell open and filled the storage closet with gasps and hot air.
“Fuck. Yeah, looks like.” Robert watched as Waterboy bared his neck to him- intentionally or not. Watching water streak down his throat made his mouth feel uncomfortably dry.
“… You’re not even wearing anything under this. Do you do this often? Touch yourself at work, I mean.”
“No!” Waterboy responded a bit too fast.
His body tensed visibly, and Robert was worried that was too embarrassing of a question. Until the twitch of the other man’s hips assured him it wasn’t the case, and the hand he had on Waterboy’s side applied just enough pressure to pin him back against the wall.
“What did it, then?” He muttered. “One second, you’re folded in a chair in the break room, and the next…”
Intelligence was really most of what made Mecha Man, and not that many gears really needed to turn for Robert to come to the right conclusion. Hermie seemed to know as much, opting to keep his face turned away shamefully and moan aloud when Robert tightened the grip on his cock.
Wordlessly, the strokes grew rougher and fell in tandem with Robert digging his fingertips into Hermie’s hip. The stuttered moans and whimpers he got in response only encouraged him to give the new hero more. He pressed forward, not caring that he could feel how saturated his shirt had become. All he could really focus on was how responsive Waterboy was, rapidly coming undone in his hands and breaking down as his cock leaked more and more.
“Jesus, you’re perfect.” Robert groaned.
He hadn’t realized how heavy his own breathing had got, nor how close to Waterboy’s face he had gotten. This close, he could hear how even Waterboy’s breath stuttered, eyes locking on his still-bared throat with his own level of need. Without too much thought about it, Robert let his lips press against the curve of his throat, just barely missing his Adam’s apple. The subsequent shudder that ran through Waterboy’s body did things to his ego that he worried would go to his head.
“Ro- Robert, please!” Hermie sobbed, useless hands finally shooting up to grab desperately at the back of Robert’s shirt and making sure both sides were equally soaked.
The tears in his eyes had long since become part of the usual stream running down his face. He could tell he was close, the knot in his stomach had grown impossibly tight and all he could think of was Robert on him. His mouth, his hands, his…
Every attempt to buck his hips was halted with a firm squeeze, and the reminder of just how strong Robert was only made him grow closer to his peak.
“Hold it.”
“Hn- huh? Wh-what?” In a brief moment of clarity, Hermie blinked.
“Don’t cum yet.” Robert murmured into his throat. “Hold it for me a bit longer, okay? You’re doing so good.”
Hermie’s grip on the other tightened. His legs shook and finally weakened enough that he was lowered onto Robert’s knee fully. He whined and sobbed, begging Robert to just let him cum, twitching in his hand as his strokes went from firm and rhythmic to languid and sloppy once more. The shift from friction to smooth gliding on his natural lube made him feel like screaming, but fortunately before he could get both of them fired, Robert’s lips found his.
The kiss was sloppy. Too much drool and too much teeth but it made Hermie’s skin feel like it was on fire and his hands grabbed at anything he could to make it last longer, deeper. He moaned into Robert’s open mouth and cried miserably when it trailed away to press smaller, sweeter kisses along his jaw.
“I- Ghk- P-Please- Robert, I-I can’t, please-”
His pleading fell on seemingly deaf ears as Robert simply shook his head and caught his lips once more. Hermie fought to close his eyes, wanting the kiss to have some semblance of romance behind it, but struggled as they rolled back with every overwhelming motion against his dick.
“You look so good right now. Fuck, you’re gorgeous, you know that? Big needy thing…”
“Please!” The praise only made him keen higher, words coming out as repetitive blubber. “I need to- I can’t- P-please, please,”
Robert leaned back as much as he could, looking down at Waterboy as the latter struggled to maintain the position they were in. He wasn’t lying, the blissed look on his face made Waterboy look downright beautiful, all for him. All because of him.
This was doing horrible things for his ego.
“Cum for me.” Robert said it as clearly as he could. “You can cum now.”
On command, Hermie’s body went rigid. His knees buckled fully, and he pulled a hand off of Robert to cover his mouth and muffle the cry that pulled out of him as he spilled out over Robert’s fingers.
“Thank you, th-thank you, thank you,” He sobbed between moans, shaking like a leaf as he continued getting worked through the orgasm.
At the very least, Robert let his strokes grow lazy and smooth once more as he milked Waterboy’s load out of him. A… surprisingly large load, at that, but maybe he should’ve expected something like this from a guy that excretes liquid as his superpower. His own pants were uncomfortably tight- they had been for a hot minute now- but he couldn’t give less of a shit about his straining erection. All of his focus poured into twisting his wrist around Waterboy’s twitching dick, looking between how his load began thinning out and how his expression twisted from blissful release to something more… uncomfortable wasn’t the word.
Hermie’s eyes struggled to focus, and his thighs unsuccessfully tried to clamp close as the pressure leaned into overwhelming. He squirmed and whimpered and cried as Robert continued to palm him, leaning forward just enough to put his mouth on his exposed collarbone and mutter encouragement into his skin. “So handsome,” “Just like that,” “You’re doing so well,” “Just a little more.” Each little graze of teeth or kiss pressed between words made Hermie feel like he was about to lose consciousness completely. His own mouth hung open uselessly, unable to formulate anything other than weak little noises that only seemed to encourage Robert to touch him more. More, God, more.
He shivered hard and keened, back arching upwards towards Robert before slouching once more, completely spent this time.
Robert finally released him, letting Waterboy’s semi-soft cock fall and drool water idly as he raised the hand covered in spend up to him wordlessly. Without so much as thinking about it, Hermie took Robert’s dirtied fingers into his mouth and rolled his tongue over his knuckles. The taste wasn’t especially pleasant but the brush of Robert’s thumb across his lower lip made it more than worth it.
“Such a good boy,” He cooed and pulled his fingers from Waterboy’s mouth. The way he whined in response made Robert want to touch him again, but he knew that might push the encounter from overstimulating to genuinely unpleasant.
Instead, he pressed a chaste kiss to Waterboy’s lips before shifting away a little, prying himself off of the other man while simultaneously keeping hands on his waist to stop him from sinking to the floor completely. His arms were admittedly sore from all the effort, but fuck if it wasn’t worth it. Robert let the two of them stay there like that for a good few minutes, allowing Waterboy all the time he needed to come down from that high while he tried to adjust himself subtly.
Hermie didn’t know it was possible to feel on top of the world and like he needed to crawl into a hole and hide forever at the same time.
“I-I’m real- really sorry- so sorry.” He tried not to stare at Robert’s back too hard as he pulled a fresh shirt on.
He wasn’t sure why he followed Robert to the locker room like a lost puppy but… well, he did. And he made sure to apologize the whole way down, no matter how much Robert waved him off. He wasn’t quite sure what to do after all of… that. Obviously, he’d never had such a heated encounter before let alone with a coworker- with THE Mecha Man.
“Look- Waterboy, I already said it’s fine. I liked it, you liked it-… You did like it, right?”
Hermie immediately nodded a bit too hard and missed the way the corner of Robert’s mouth twitched upwards.
“Good. Then it’s fine.” Robert continued.
“B-but I- You, I, we-… We-!!!” He stammered, gesturing incomprehensively with his hands as he attempted, futilely, to come up with some argument as to why the other should be completely disgusted by him. Or something. Robert finally turned to look at him, expression deadpan as he buttoned up his shirt lazily.
“Jesus- Okay, you know what?” An authoritative tone found its way into his voice, the same way he spoke to the rest of the Z-Team when they started fucking around on company time. Haha.
“Waterboy, I am… seriously disappointed in you. If you don’t want me to report you to HR immediately, I expect you to make it up to me by working twice as hard in your shifts going forward.”
Right, of course. Hermie ducked his head and nodded more solemnly, thankful that he was even still allowed on the team. He opened his mouth to respond with yet another apology as well as a promise to do better, but was shut up by Robert’s quick addition of:
“-And by letting me buy you a drink sometime.”
“…O-oh! Yes, yes sir!”
“Good boy.”
Robert chuckled as he sidestepped Hermie and made his way out of the locker room altogether. Hermie swallowed dryly and continued facing the same way he had been, a small smile forming on his face as his cheeks grew rosy once more.
He wondered if Robert would like coffee with his donuts.