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Five minutes until break time.
Kevin shifted nervously behind the counter as he tried to think of anything but the throbbing tent in his pants.
Ever since Radford decided to work alongside him at Candy Club, Kevin had hardly been able to control his unsafe for work thoughts, the scenarios in his head painfully consuming him until it became downright debilitating. Whether it be because of the way Radford leaned halfway over the counter when he knew he was watching or the looks he shot at him when there was no one around to see them, something always flipped a switch in his brain and made him want to take him right then and there.
It certainly didn’t help that Radford was egging it on either, being more than willing to let him fuck him on the break room couch so passionately that anyone passing by outside could hear him screaming Kevin’s name into the cushions.
Then again, the last time they did it in the break room, their boss gave them one hell of a scolding. Why he chose that day in particular to survey the cameras— which, really, Kevin should’ve remembered they were there, but who was he to deny Radford a quickie when he wanted one?— they’d never know. The couch was off limits for now.
Kevin didn’t know why this was happening to him. Something about seeing Radford in his uniform set him off in more ways than one, and he just wanted to bend him over the counter and fuck him like there was no tomorrow.
His dress shirt was a bit too loose for his lanky build even after tucking it into his pants, leaving room for his imagination to run wild. Kevin had always been a sucker for men in dress shirts; Radford could turn him on when he wanted to even when he was in his regular work clothes, though in that case it was because Kevin preferred the long sleeves of his movie clerk uniform much more than the short sleeves of the Candy Club button-up.
On the other hand, he’d always liked seeing Radford wearing his stuff. That could be it too. But now was not the time to psychoanalyse what turned him on.
None of that was mentioning how his jeans were tighter than necessary today. Kevin was convinced he had a smaller pair ready for when he wanted to rile him up. At this point, this type of thing happened so often that he was starting to think it was all intentional.
It always worked. He hated that it worked.
It took everything in him not to look at his boyfriend, just so he wouldn’t imagine himself laying him on the counter and unbuttoning his shirt to touch his bare chest. And after groping him to his heart’s content, he’d run his tongue up from his pelvis to his sternum, languid and slow as Radford quivered beneath him, the other male letting out the softest, sweetest moans that he could never get enough of. Then he’d make his way over to his nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it—
He swallowed thickly as his cock twitched again in a desperate plea to be let free.
There was definitely something in the air making him act like this, and it wasn’t the overwhelming amount of artificial sugar in the store. It sure would be nice if it could go away so he could have a normal work day.
Radford had only been working with him for a week, and yet his presence was giving Kevin a fever. With every day that passed, Radford found new ways to mess with him, to the point where all he could think about was him. And every time he ruthlessly teased him, Kevin would eventually give in, spending their break time relieving the unbearable pressure that would build inside of them both.
Actually, maybe he really was sick. He couldn’t stop thinking about what they’d been doing, and it truly did feel like a never-ending fever. He felt like a complete dumbass.
Radford just had that effect on him, he supposed.
…
Radford…
…
Okay. Maybe one look couldn’t hurt.
Kevin’s gaze met an equally hot and bothered Radford’s, just in time to catch him staring with that glint in his eyes that screamed trouble.
He wiped away the sweat from his forehead with the heel of his palm as he threw a glare his way. “I know what you’re gonna do,” he said, his voice shaky with nervous lust. “Don’t do it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Radford replied, twiddling his thumbs innocently as if he wasn’t about to relentlessly flirt with him until their break. He slid closer to Kevin before leaning onto the counter and propping his chin on his hands, switching the topic as mischief bled through his voice. “What’cha thinking about?”
Kevin darted his eyes away.
“Is it me?”
“You know it’s you.”
Radford stepped even closer. “Oh yeah?” He tilted his head to the side as one of his hands trailed down to rest on Kevin’s forearm, slowly sliding it towards his elbow as he said, “Y’know, I’ve been thinking about something too.”
He didn’t want to hear it. Whatever it was, it was going to make his situation worse.
“I was thinking…” Radford’s fingers slowly tiptoed up Kevin’s bicep, every little tap sending Kevin’s entire body ablaze all over again. “…when we get home, I might put on those short shorts you really like.”
Don’t do this to him. Please, God, don’t do this to him.
“I’ll wear one of your shirts too.” He stopped to wet his lips, his tongue running across them slowly and sensually.
A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Kevin’s head at the sound. He didn’t dare look over, too afraid of his problem growing to even spare a glance.
Radford pressed the tips of his fingers lightly into Kevin’s muscle. “Then maybe, if I’m feeling real nice…” He leaned in to breathe his words into his ear, sending shivers down Kevin’s spine as his voice dropped an octave. “I’ll roll my socks all the way up.”
Kevin would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the image Radford was putting in his head.
Radford was always one for theatrics, but he cranked it up tenfold when they got busy in the bedroom— and the break room, apparently. He was always teasing him, always moaning dramatically, and always pressing the right buttons in just the right ways to turn Kevin into a horny mess that couldn’t keep his hands off of him.
Sometimes he was too good at what he did. Or maybe he was just watching too many movies. Who knew at this point.
“After all’s said and done,” Radford whispered, “I’ll let you slide your hand under my shirt.” To emphasize his point, he leaned even farther to press his chest into Kevin’s arm, resting his chin on his shoulder for good measure. “And you can touch me for as long as you want.”
“Oh God,” Kevin whimpered, shoving his hands into his hair and digging his fingers into his scalp. “Rad, I love you, but I need you to shut up right now.”
“Hm?” Radford took one of Kevin’s hands and placed it dangerously high on his thigh. Kevin had to stop himself from bringing it even higher, but he did give it a good squeeze.
Radford let out a breath in response before continuing with, “But I thought you wanted to touch me.”
This was, by far, the longest five minutes of his life.
“You love touching me.” Radford backed up and hooked his finger under his Candy Club bowtie to pull it loose. The now-undone bowtie rested idly under the collar of his shirt as it waited to be retied, though even it didn’t know when that would be.
Kevin watched with bated breath as Radford’s hands hovered over the top button of his work shirt.
Knowing full well that he had Kevin’s attention, Radford smirked and gently grabbed hold of it, taking his sweet time undoing that too. “You just touch me and touch me until I can’t take it anymore.”
The button finally popped out after a moment, with Radford readjusting the rest of the shirt so his collarbone would be exposed.
“And I love the way you do it.”
Fuck. He wasn’t wearing his undershirt again. That only confirmed that he really was planning to do this again, and he knew exactly what he had to do to make it happen.
“Always being so gentle, making sure to take care of me in all the right ways…”
Kevin couldn’t tell if his mouth was drying up or if he was on the brink of drooling. Both possibilities made him feel pathetic.
“After a while, when I’m at my limit, I start yelling, Ah! Kevs!” He threw himself onto the counter, laying down dramatically with one hand over his head to mimic fainting. The other splayed across his chest, a couple of his fingers sliding under the collar of his shirt to caress himself. “Kevs! Oh, please touch me more, Kevs! Touch me more!”
“Rad!” Kevin hissed, his face reddening at how obnoxiously loud he was being. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
He was praying to whatever God was out there that no one would walk into the store right now.
Radford let out a laugh before straightening up. He shuffled around to wrap his arms around Kevin’s waist, pulling him closer to him.
If Kevin wasn’t who he was, he wouldn’t have noticed Radford’s hardened bulge pressing against his thigh and twitching to let him know it was there.
“C’mon,” Radford teased, one of his hands trailing down to dip his fingertips under Kevin’s waistband. Well, dipping them as far as they could go, considering that Kevin’s untucked shirt was serving as a barrier between Radford and his skin. “It’s break time. We can have fun now.”
Kevin’s head whipped around to check the clock hanging behind them.
It was two thirty. Five minutes had passed, and they were free to close up shop and fuck as much as they wanted. At least, until their thirty minutes were up, that was.
At least now nobody would be able to catch Radford messing with him.
“Why didn’t you say that?!” Kevin grabbed the be back soon! sign stored under the counter and pushed past him, rushing to the entrance to hang it up before locking the door.
Radford followed behind, Kevin’s enthusiasm doing more than enough to excite him.
“Let’s go, then!”
Radford let out a surprised noise as he was yanked by the hand into the janitor’s closet, following it up with a giggle at how eager Kevin was to touch him.
Kevin turned the light on before kicking the door closed and smashing their lips together, pulling Radford into an intense kiss that held all of the energy he’d been penting up for the last hour or so.
Radford moaned into the kiss, his arms draping around Kevin’s shoulders so he could sink his fingers into his hair. Kevin swallowed the noise happily, going in even harder with the added encouragement.
Sometimes harder was too hard; he ended up shoving them both into the wall with so much force that Radford lost his balance, tripping over the small blue mop bucket nearby with a yelp. He almost toppled down to the floor, but he caught himself in time both by grabbing the accompanying mop and by letting Kevin help.
“Shit, sorry!” Kevin apologized, pulling him back up to his feet. “Are you okay?”
“I dunno,” Radford answered, tapping his chin as he looked up thoughtfully. His gaze sharpened as he met Kevin’s eyes, adding on, “Kiss me and make it better.”
Kevin was happy to give him what he wanted.
The next kiss was deeper, with Kevin wasting no time poking his tongue into Radford’s mouth, all while slamming his back into the wall and lifting one of his legs up.
Radford thrusted forward, allowing Kevin to reach what he wanted to reach. He smiled against Kevin’s mouth as they feverishly began grinding on each other in a desperate search for any sign of relief; the harsh pats of denim on denim were the only thing to break through the sounds of their soft moans and hardened breaths.
It only heated them up more, fanning the flames of their arousal to an unbearable degree.
“You,” Kevin muttered against his lips, rutting against Radford again, “Hah— You’re too much sometimes.”
Radford’s fingers clenched around the strands of hair they’d been wrapped around, his breath shallower from the friction. “You like it when I’m too much,” he replied, biting his bottom lip as he rutted back.
Kevin hated how right he was.
The little puffs of air lingering between them made them dizzy, leaving little room to breathe in anything but themselves. Kevin’s lips grazed against Radford’s, brushing them as he whispered, “I know.”
Instead of kissing him again outright, he gave him a quick peck on the lips and backed up, hooking a couple fingers under Radford’s shirt collar and tugging it as he said, “Let me see you.”
Radford contemplated his request for a moment; he watched as Kevin fiddled around with his belt buckle, loosening it and unzipping his fly to at least let his cock breathe a little better.
Underneath, he throbbed in his boxers, waiting to make contact with Radford again.
Radford, in turn, did the same, freeing himself and letting his own cock out, though he took his boxers off alongside his pants. He bent over to pull his jeans down fully, letting them linger under his ass for a moment before dropping them down to his ankles without issue.
He looked up just in time to see Kevin shiver again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teased as he stood up again.
“Please, Rad,” Kevin asked again, eyeing Radford’s shirt with a hazy look. “Let me see you.”
Despite his pleading, he kept his hands to himself, as he’d much rather watch Radford unbutton his shirt himself. The anticipation of watching him reveal himself was way more fun than taking charge and doing it on his own, after all.
“Well,” Radford drawled out, smirking as he took hold of the second button of his shirt, “since you asked so nicely, I guess I will.” It popped out easily, exposing him more.
Once he was done with the second one, he delicately gripped the third, the last button standing in the way between Kevin and what he really wanted to see. His fingers threaded it through the hole carefully, slowly opening his shirt even further.
He shrugged off the sleeves to reveal his shoulders, letting the fabric crease over his elbows as it waited to join his pants on the floor.
Kevin thought that he was going to fall over if this kept going.
Instead of pulling his shirt open, Radford grabbed hold of the sides and pulled them across his chest, denying Kevin of the sight he so desperately craved. “I changed my mind,” he said, turning his back to him. “You can’t look.”
Before Kevin could protest— because really, why would Radford string him along like this? Couldn’t he see how much he needed him?— Radford backed into him, pressing his ass against his cock as he tilted his head to give him a devilish smile. “But I never said you couldn’t touch.”
Kevin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Without hesitation, he reached over and slid his hand under Radford’s shirt to grope at his chest, immediately pressing his thumb into his nipple and rolling it around once it hardened. His other arm wrapped around Radford’s waist in a haphazard attempt to pull him closer.
He suppressed a moan as his cock hit his ass, fitting it nicely between his firm cheeks.
“That’s it,” Radford breathed, palming himself as Kevin started thrusting into him. He rolled his hips against Kevin’s cock, moving in tandem with him to keep the energy going. “Right— Mrph— Right there.”
Kevin nipped at the back of Radford’s neck, resisting the urge to bite him outright. If he left any real marks on his neck, their boss would surely figure out that they’d yet again fucked during business hours, and that would bring more trouble than their seven minutes in heaven were worth. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled into his shoulder instead, taking Radford’s nipple between his fingers and pulling.
He was rewarded with another moan, genuine in nature yet loud as if performative.
Kevin gave him a kiss on the back of his neck to say thank you. “Aren’t you, Pretty Boy?”
“I am,” Radford answered breathily. His breath hitched when Kevin gave him a particularly rough pat, letting out another noise as his other nipple was attended to. “I’m such a pretty boy.”
Kevin pinched him again. “My pretty boy.”
Radford bit his lip again as he continued to stroke himself, knocking his head against the wall with closed eyes. “Your pretty boy,” he echoed, placing his free hand across the hand Kevin was using to play with him.
Fuck, if Kevin wasn’t already close.
Kevin gave him one final thrust before flipping him over so he could look him in the eye. He stopped humping him in the process, out of breath with reddened cheeks and lust in his eyes.
He couldn’t cum yet. There was still so much he wanted to do.
His lips tugged into a shaky smile as he tilted Radford’s chin up, bringing them closer together but keeping his hands to himself.
He was so pretty. He was so, so pretty.
“Rad,” Kevin called, his gaze drifting down to everything below his belt.
Radford was quick to cover himself up again right before Kevin could look at his chest, revelling in the way his eyes widened at yet another denial.
Sometime during all of that, he’d unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, and God, if Kevin didn’t want to pull it off to see him fully. He always knew how to keep him on edge.
The two inched closer until their lips once again brushed in that heavy, intoxicating feeling that they could breathe in together forever.
His voice dropped to a whisper as his gaze flickered back up to match his. “I want you.”
Radford smiled back. No hint of teasing could be found in his expression; instead, he looked up at him with a gorgeous mix of fondness and arousal. “Then have me,” he said, finally letting go of his shirt and revealing what Kevin wanted to see.
This time, Kevin was sure he was drooling.
He rested his hands under Radford’s chest, swiping his nipples with his thumbs before parting his lips and bending down.
Before he could reach his target, Radford gently caught his face, holding his cheeks with both of his hands. Kevin looked up at him in confusion.
“Easy on the foreplay,” Radford said, guiding him back up. “I know you like sucking ‘em, but I want enough time to eat my lunch.”
“You’re gonna make me wait until after work?” Kevin pouted.
And to think that Radford had put on a show for him, only to stop him from what he wanted to do again at the last second. He could be really cruel when he wanted to be.
He let out a disgruntled sigh before gesturing for Radford to turn around again, groping his ass once he did so. “You’re such an asshole.”
“You and I both know how long this’ll take if you start.” Radford bent over and leaned into Kevin’s touch again, using the wall for support. He looked over his shoulder at Kevin as he continued with, “By the way, nothing inside today. I need to be able to stand if I wanna work.”
Kevin gave his ass a light squeeze. “When’d you start making rules?”
Despite his halfhearted protesting, Kevin was going to respect his wishes. If anything, all this buildup was going to lead into them fucking when they got home; Radford did say he wanted to dress up for him later, even if the dressing up in question was some short shorts and a t-shirt.
God, did Kevin love the short shorts and t-shirt combo.
Kevin pulled down his own boxers, finally letting his aching cock free. “I get to fuck your thighs at least, right?” he asked as his cock pulsed in anticipation.
Radford stood up straighter so Kevin could angle himself better. “Go for it.”
That’s what he liked to hear.
Kevin spat in his hand before shoving it between Radford’s legs, coating his thighs with his saliva to the best of his ability. He really oughta invest in a small bottle of lube or something to carry around to make things easier, even if he shouldn’t be planning to fuck Radford during work again.
It wasn’t his fault that they did this so often, nor was he expecting to use up the last bottle so quickly. Life just worked in mysterious ways.
There was always the option of using the nearby hand sanitizer sitting on the only shelf in the closet, but that didn’t work out well last time. Burning themselves like a couple of idiots wasn’t a mistake they wanted to repeat. The spit was good enough for now.
He spat out another round of saliva, this time slathering it on his cock. He didn’t spend as much time on himself, wanting to get right back to Radford as soon as he could.
After his minimal— and, admittedly, quite shoddy— prep work was done, Kevin finally rejoined Radford at the wall and sunk his fingers into his hips as he got into position. His chin hooked over his shoulder, leaning into him to feel his heat and to be as close to him as he possibly could.
Not a second later, he let out a groan as his fingers clenched around his skin, his cock finally pushing through Radford’s soft upper thighs.
He was so warm. The feeling sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
He definitely wasn’t lasting long today.
Radford looked down as he felt something dribble onto his thighs, only to see the head of Kevin’s cock peeking out between his legs and spitting out precum. He spared him a glance before smirking and reaching over to brush the tips of his fingers against it.
It twitched in response, rewarding him with even more of the sticky liquid.
“Fuck,” Kevin groaned, his voice muffled as he nestled his face into Radford’s neck. He thrusted into the crux of Radford’s thighs, feeling Radford’s body shudder as his cock brushed against the underside of his. “God, fuck, I love you.”
Radford pressed his thighs together, squeezing Kevin’s cock between them before rocking his hips back. “Show me, then,” he said, gasping softly once Kevin’s hips snapped into him again. “Show me how much you love me.”
The pace started off slow, with an attempt to keep it even being made. The sounds of skin sloppily meeting skin filled the janitor’s closet, coupled with bitten back moans and some murmured compliments for good measure.
Kevin picked his head back up from where he’d nuzzled it into Radford’s neck, just so he could be closer to him again.
He tried to be conscious of how gentle he was, doing his best not to go too hard. His efforts were overridden by how desperate he was for release, however, his hips slamming against Radford’s harder with each thrust.
His thighs were almost as good as his ass. Soft yet firm in all the places that mattered, allowing just enough give to short-circuit Kevin’s already-muddled mind into thinking about nothing but Radford.
The tiny tufts of cold air that would hit the head of his cock every time it pushed through drove him crazy.
Radford always drove him crazy anyway. Always making those stupid hot sounds of his, pushing Kevin to the brink of collapse before he knew what hit him… It was maddening.
Kevin gave him another kiss, this time below his jaw, to show his appreciation.
He loved him more than anything. He knew that Radford felt the same.
While Kevin was busy fucking his thighs, Radford jerked himself off, no sounds held back as his hand tried to match the speed Kevin had set. His back arched in pleasure as a particularly loud moan escaped him, slowly inching closer to his own orgasm with every stroke. His other hand played around with his chest, filling in for Kevin while he was too distracted to fondle him himself.
There were only so many things Kevin could do at once, after all. Keeping Radford’s thighs together and touching him in all the places he wanted to touch him wouldn’t work out well.
“Kevs?” Radford called out between soft pants, turning his head slightly to look back at him again.
Kevin replied with a shaky hum.
His voice dropped to a smooth, sultry tone, his eyes half-lidded as another smirk tugged at his lips. “I love you.”
That was what pushed him over the edge.
Kevin let out a strangled moan as he finally reached his orgasm, his body trembling as he came all over Radford’s thighs. “Fuck!” he choked out breathlessly, his hips bucking into Radford as the other male rocked his own hips back again, trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of him that he could. “Jesus, fuck, Rad!”
He stumbled forward, holding onto Radford to stop himself from collapsing outright from the indescribable euphoria washing over him. He pressed another kiss into Radford’s neck before resting his head on top of his shoulder again, his eyes closing as he panted heavily.
That might’ve been the most intense orgasm he’d had all week… even if it came much too quickly.
“Hey,” Radford started, nudging Kevin slightly.
“Mhm?” Kevin wrapped his arms around his waist as he knocked his head against Radford’s.
Radford let out a chuckle before reaching up to lightly brush Kevin’s cheek with his fingers. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I didn’t cum.”
That woke him back up. “You didn’t?” he asked between breaths, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. He gazed down at Radford’s cock, finding that he was still hard and still waiting to climax.
Radford almost always came first. Guess he got a little too excited today.
Then again, it took Kevin two seconds to lose himself in his own pleasure; he supposed he thought Radford would finish just as quickly as he did. He couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about it.
“Don’t be like that.” Radford took one of Kevin’s hands and trailed it down to his pelvis, his fingers grazing against the base of his cock. “Help me out and touch me a little more. I’m real close.”
Ever happy to dote on his boyfriend, Kevin gripped Radford’s cock with one hand while grabbing his chest with the other. He pressed a lazy kiss against the nape of his neck before going lower to gently suck a hickey into the back of his shoulder.
Just one couldn’t hurt. Hopefully his shirt would do a good enough job at hiding it from view; it could be their little secret.
Anything was worth it to make Radford feel good.
Radford moaned in response, his breath hitching as his whole body quivered in pleasure under Kevin’s grasp.
Kevin stroked Radford’s cock slowly, squeezing his fist around it a little bit more every time he reached the base. When his fingers found their way to the tip, he traced his thumb around it a few times before sliding back down to do the same thing all over again. His other hand pulled at his nipple again, rubbing the bud gently between his thumb and his forefinger.
Radford’s hips jerked forward as he let out another soft moan. “Tell me how pretty I am,” he begged quietly. “Please, Kevs, tell me how pretty I am.”
“You’re so pretty,” Kevin said in response, jerking him off a little bit faster.
He nipped at his neck again; he’d look so beautiful with a handful of fresh love bites littering his skin, but Kevin had enough sense to wait until they got off work.
He was beautiful regardless. He didn’t need a bunch of hickeys to prove that.
Instead, he settled on peppering a few more kisses into the back of his neck. “My pretty, pretty boy.”
Besides, he could always shower him with as many kisses and hickeys and whatever he wanted once they got home. He could wait a few more hours.
Even with his self restraint, Kevin had to hold himself back from humping him again; he would’ve started if they weren’t on such a strict schedule. He couldn’t risk another erection right now.
“Uh huh?” Radford coaxed. Even from where he was standing, Kevin could tell the coil inside of him had been wound up as far as it could go, ready to release at any moment.
A shiver climbed up his spine as Kevin pressed his thumb into the slit of his cock, feeling him smile into the back of his neck when he kissed him again.
“Pretty,” Kevin repeated, too busy making Radford feel good to say much else.
“Kevs,” Radford mewled, another gasp escaping him as his nipple was gently pinched again. “Oh God—”
Kevin’s lips grazed against the shell of Radford’s ear, whispering words that were meant for him and him alone. “Cum for me, Pretty Boy.”
It only took a few more strokes for Radford to melt into his touch, his knees buckling as he came in Kevin’s hand with a sharp cry.
“Woah, hey!” Kevin called out in amusement, catching Radford yet again with a small chuckle before he could tumble to the ground. “I got you!”
This time, Radford was of no help in getting himself back on his feet. He let his body weigh Kevin down dramatically, his wobbly legs acting like jello as he kept them both down.
“Look who’s falling asleep now,” Kevin commented, suppressing a laugh as he tried his damnest to get Radford back up again. He couldn’t stop the humour from flooding through his voice as he added, “What’s the matter with you?”
At that, Radford grinned widely as he tilted his head up to look right at Kevin. “I’ve fallen for you,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows.
That got Kevin to laugh fully. Radford looked awfully proud of himself for that as he pulled himself up and let out a couple giggles with him. He pulled his shirt back up over his shoulders, but he couldn’t be bothered to button it up at the moment.
Kevin pulled him into a hug, smiling as he mumbled between breaths, “You’re so dumb.” He kept his dirty hand away from him to the best of his ability, just so he wouldn’t stain the back of Radford’s shirt.
Radford gently cupped Kevin’s cheeks in his hands before leaning in and kissing him, soft and slow as he recovered from his orgasm. Kevin kissed back, giving his waist a small squeeze in return.
“I love you,” Radford muttered against his lips, pulling back slightly to breathe. Once he’d recovered, he went back in to kiss Kevin again, this time sloppier than before.
“I love you more,” Kevin said on their next mini break, doing the same thing. He dove in to shower Radford with as many kisses as he could give, planting them lazily all over his face.
Radford let out another quiet laugh before biting his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more noises.
Kevin’s display of affection ended with one last kiss to the cheek before backing up to look him in the eyes. “You wanna go have lunch now?” he asked, bending down to pull his pants up from the floor.
“Yeah,” Radford replied, finally buttoning his shirt back up. “I’m so hungry right now, you have no—“
His face fell as he cut himself off, his head jerking up to look at Kevin with widened eyes. A realization hit him without warning, completely shifting his mood from calm to anxious in one fell swoop. His fingers held one of his buttons in a tight grip, stopping them right in their tracks. “…idea. Um—“
Kevin’s own eyes widened in return as he met his gaze. He tilted his head in concern as he asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” His face scrunched in worry. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?”
“No, it’s— Shit—“ Radford stuttered, his gaze flitting between Kevin and the closet door. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, forcing the question plaguing him out of his mouth. “Did we clock out?”
“Would you like to tell me why we’re having this meeting?”
Kevin and Radford exchanged a nervous glance, darting their eyes away in opposite directions in the next second.
For a small moment, they were really banking on their boss not noticing that they took their break late. Given their track record in the past week, however, there was no chance he wouldn’t.
He knew. They knew he knew. Now all they could do was hope he wouldn’t fire them.
Kevin cleared his throat and put on an unconvincing smile, clearly scared out of his mind about whatever consequences were about to be unleashed upon them for their actions. “…Because we made really good sales this week!” he tried through gritted teeth, his forced grin growing wider.
His voice was trembling. That already put a dent into his story.
Radford quickly nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Tons of— Um— Tons of people came into the store and we sold ‘em a whole lotta candy! We even got a few of ‘em to sign up for a rewards card!”
Their boss narrowed his eyes at them, seeing right through their lies. He turned the monitor of his computer towards them, revealing security footage of the sales floor. It was from around two thirty the previous day, to be exact.
No one was present behind the counter.
“Where are my employees?”
“Well, it says this is at two thirty,” Kevin answered, tapping the corner of the screen where the time stamp was, “so we were on our break.”
Their boss raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue.
“And, uh, because we were on our break, we wouldn’t be on the sales floor.” He tugged on the collar of his shirt, his next words squeaking out of him as even he didn’t believe what he was saying. “We were in the break room.”
“Were you now?” The monitor was turned away momentarily as their boss clicked around. When it was revealed to them again, footage of the break room at the same time was on the screen, also completely empty.
The two slightly hunched over, no longer able to hide what they’d done. Kevin put his head in his hands, digging his fingers into his hair as he hid his face in shame. Radford, on the other hand, awkwardly readjusted his sailor hat, trying not to succumb to his usual nervous habit of shaking his fists in the air.
The most damning piece of evidence was revealed when their boss switched back to the main camera feed, skipping ahead ten minutes and pausing right as the couple burst out of the janitor’s closet, obviously disheveled and obviously in a rush to fix the mistake everyone in the room knew they made.
“This is the fifth time this week you two have done something like this while on the job! I don’t even know how that’s possible when you’ve—“ He pointed at Radford. “—only worked here for six!”
Oh. He was keeping track. Really, they only thought they’d been caught twice, not five times. What a nightmare.
“Believe us, Sir, we don’t know either,” Kevin mumbled, too ashamed of himself to pick his head up.
Radford’s face suddenly lit up as he thought of a plan to combat the accusations their boss was making. “I did not have sexual relations with that man,” he declared confidently, as if the proof that he did wasn’t right in front of them. He looked over at Kevin proudly, clearly thinking that he just solved all of their problems.
Kevin jerked up at that, his mouth agape as he stared at Radford incredulously. He was seriously debating whether or not he was going to kill him when they got out of there.
Truly, he was in love with the dumbest motherfucker in America.
“I thought I hired adults, not a couple of kids who don’t know how to act right while on the clock,” their boss grumbled to himself, turning the computer screen back to himself again. “This is ridiculous.”
“To be fair, Sir, Kevs was the one who hired me. Not you.”
“Will you shut up?!” Kevin hissed at him. “You’re gonna get us into more trouble!”
And here he thought he was gonna ask Radford to work with him full time. At this rate, they were both going to be fired before he got the chance.
“It doesn’t matter who hired who!” their boss barked. “If I catch you doing this again, you’re fired!”
“I don’t think you can fire Kevs,” Radford said.
Kevin was two seconds away from strangling him.
“He’s, like, everything except the owner here.”
“Radford, for the love of God, please shut up already!”
Their boss growled something under his breath before giving them a glare. “Both of you, get out of my office. Next time I won’t be so nice.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kevin squeaked, being first to stand up from his chair. “We’ll make sure there isn’t a next time.” He quickly pulled Radford up with him by the hand before yanking them both out of their boss’s tiny office.
“It’ll be fine,” Radford said once they were back behind the service counter. He gave Kevin’s hand a squeeze. “The movie theater is understaffed right now. If we get fired here, my boss’ll hire you in a second.”
“They got a manager’s position open?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think we can afford me getting a pay cut right now.”
“Um…” Radford tilted his head as he thought about it for a second, letting out a hum in the process. Eventually, he simply shrugged and said, “I dunno. But I’ll ask for you.”
Instead of dropping the subject and getting back to work— which, there really wasn’t much work to be done at the moment, as everything was stocked and there were no customers in the building— Radford trailed his hand up to Kevin’s bicep with a sly smile, giving it a small squeeze as he added, “I do know that my boss doesn’t pay that much attention to what his employees are doing, though. So, if you ever wanted to, I don’t know…” He rested his chin on Kevin’s shoulder, continuing his thought in a hushed tone. “…fuck me in one of the projection booths, nobody’ll say anything.”
Son of a bitch.
“They can’t hear you when the movies are playing, y’know. So you can go as hard as you want.”
Kevin let out a shallow breath, half-annoyed and half-intrigued by the thoughts Radford was putting in his head. “And you know this because…?”
Radford blinked a couple times before backing up, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I caught Streber and his boyfriend in there once,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I had no idea he was in there until I opened the door. But that’s not my point.”
“Jesus Christ,” Kevin grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“My point is that you can fuck me whenever you want, however you want!” His grin returned as he got closer to Kevin again, causing the latter to shudder. “Besides, I know how much you like it when I’m in uniform. You wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of me even if you tried.”
Kevin once again dug his hands into his hair, swallowing thickly as he pulled at it. With the way Radford was acting, despite the warning they just received, he was certain of one thing.
There was going to be a next time.