Another day at the Madhouse

Oliver arrived at his shift his usual five minutes early and began prepping garnishes. He had just finished the last batch when Simon strolled in. Simon had the uncanny ability to arrive just late enough to miss grunt work, but never quite late enough for a reprimand. With an energy that screamed “every straight girl in drama club loved me” Simon was flamboyance personified. With expertly coiffed jet black hair and smoothly shaved face (and body) Simon was around Oliver’s height, maybe in his late twenties. Simon moved his lithe frame with poise no matter where he went, Oliver wondered if he kept so fit with dance or gymnastics.

"Thank you thank you Ollie, you really keep the old girl afloat" Simon said smiling broadly. Oliver chuckled, waving a jar of cherries in greeting. Simon seemed in a better mood than usual, most likely having spent the night in a stranger’s bed. Oliver's suspicions were confirmed almost immediately.

"Ollie, you remember that twink flirting with me last night?", Oliver nodded, beginning to polish the countertop. "God, I know it might be a little TMI but he was capital G gorgeous- a body like that belongs in the fucking Louvre. And the things he did with his tongue- Jesus H. Christ himself would get down off his cross for a taste" Oliver chuckled "you're right Si, that might be a little too much information." Simon smiled at the nickname, no one else called him Si outside a bedroom. Dropping his bag, Simon swung around the back closer to Oliver.

Simon snorted "Oh honey, we haven't even started oversharing, besides-" Simon hopped up on the bar, leaning his face ever so close to Oliver's ear, his warm breath tickling Oliver's neck "TMI would be telling you the delicious ways he moaned while I took him over and..." Simon's lips drew tantalizingly close to Oliver's earlobe "over again until he begged me to let him finish."

Oliver's face flushed and he looked up into Simon's eyes. I could kiss him right now, there's no one else here- Carlos won't be here for another hour and it's just us. His arousal from the morning clouding his judgement.

Simon saw the panic in Oliver's eyes, wondering if he'd finally pushed too far. Yet, Oliver hadn't moved away.