Flight!

Oliver coughed, and took a step back from Simon's overly intimate closeness. "Ah um well sounds like fun times all around, I've gotta uh, gotta get more pint glasses from the back." Simon grinned ear to ear, staring at Oliver's ass as he nearly tripped heading to the back room.

“You’ll see my darling Ollie, when the time’s right you’re going to beg for it.”

The rest of the shift was the mundane insanity of catering to the thirstiest crowd of queers in the city. Vodka red bulls flowed at an alarming rate, and many scantily clad men jostled for Simon and Oliver’s attention. Oliver loved the rush. Falling into the flow of the storm, he danced around Simon with practiced ease. Despite his hasty evacuation from the sexually charged start of the shift, Oliver knew that tips were always better if the crowd got something to stare at. Simon stood directly behind him, wrapping a hand around Oliver’s waist as Oliver set up a row of shot glasses that Simon poured overflowing with rail tequila for the trio of finance bro looking men at the bar.

The men who had ordered the shots watched with interest as doubt flashed over Oliver’s face Fuck, these guys are dressed nice as hell and would probably tip double if I play along. Making the call, Oliver slung his hand around the grasp Simon’s ass, grinding the man’s cock into the cleft of his own. “Gracias caballero” Oliver thanked Simon, earning a sultry bite on the ear for his trouble. The recipients of the shots knocked them back and insisted that Simon and Oliver join them for a round. Looking at each other, the men shrugged and wove their arms to give their partner the shot. As the patrons departed to rejoin the flood of the crowd, Oliver was pleased to find they’d tipped triple the cost of the drinks.

Though not the busiest night of the week, the crowd continued at a steady pace. The bartending duo moved with practiced ease, never letting anyone wait for too long. As the night began to slow, Oliver moved down the bar, noticing an attractive woman with long black hair nursing a the tail end of a beer. Taking advantage of the lapse in other customers, Oliver stood in front of the woman and asked her if she needed a refill.

A slim, attractive faced with sad eyes, shrouded in thick black hair looked up at Oliver “I wouldn’t mind one more” she said, forcing a small smile at the handsome bartender. Oliver pulled another draft of his best guess at which lager she’d had previously, placing it in front of her, “what’s the name on the tab?” Oliver inquired. “Kiera Watson” the woman replied, confused when Oliver didn’t move to the iPad to ring her up. Instead, Oliver extended a hand and replied, “Pleasure to meet you Kiera Watson, I’m Oliver but you can call me Ollie if you like.” Kiera let out a snort as she shook his hand, “that is by far one of the smoothest ways to start chatting up a girl I’ve ever seen Oliver.”

Oliver smiled and gave Kiera a little wink. In between serving other customers, he kept returning to the solitary Kiera, who intimated that her friends had already left for another bar, but she was in no mood to get wasted and instead had opted for a quiet beer here before heading home. Oliver was instantly smitten with the woman, who worked at a local bookstore and had dreams of being a writer. She was as easy to talk to as anyone he’d ever met, and before he realized it, she was one of few stragglers before last call.

Simon sidled up to Oliver, a curious look in his eye as he stood close. “Ollie darling, I hate to interrupt this stimulating conversation, but I have quite the favor to ask”