i was filled with poison

[ripped]

[The scent of rain lingers in the late-night air while he busies himself closing. The metal shutters come down, clattering against their inset. Behind him he can hear the telltale plink, plink of the tip jar being counted. Once he's satisfied the shutters are fastened and locked, he turns, making his way over to the counter. Heine's a pretty tall guy, but Nero's taller, slipping in behind him and bracing his arms on the counter on either side of Heine's waist. He forms a long, warm stripe against Heine's back.]

All day? In those jeans? C'mon, cut me some slack.

[They've done this before, just not here, but Nero isn't particularly worried--the manager is out, they have all the time in the world.

Not, mind, that he intends to take his time. That ass in those jeans was a sight, after all, one he'd been enduring since their shift started.]

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[shooteverything]

[ he's not even sure what inspired him to take a job like this. not that he particularly needs to, and he's busy enough—and he certainly wouldn't put down this guy as a reason for staying.

not even when he's pressing up against his back like this. no, definitely not.

heine sighs and pushes the jar a safe distance away, leaning his weight back deliberately despite what he says next. ]

You need to learn some self-control.