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Why was it so hard for his workers to show up to work on time? Specifically Rody. Rody Lamoree. The vein to Vincent’s existence.
“Sorry I’m late!.. Again..” Rody bursted through the door. The customers stared at his messy hair and uneven tie. Rody stared right back at the confused, disgusted customers and gave them an awkward smile.
Just then, the kitchen doors flew open. Vincent angrily stepped towards Rody, grabbed his wrist roughly, and dragged him into the back of the kitchen.
“You are 45 minutes late! I had to serve all the tables while you were off doing god knows what!” Vincent shouted.
“Sorry! There was.. Uh.. Traffic.” Vincent wasn’t buying it.
“You look like shit. Just say you overslept.”
“...I over-” SMACK
Vincent's hand trashed across Rody’s face with brutal force.
“Get back to work. The customers are waiting.”
Rody rubbed at the red spot forming on his cheek. The cooks looked over at Rody with pity. Vincent snapped his head at the chefs, quickly ending the stares.
While the force of the blow didn’t hurt too bad, but it surely was enough to send the message. Rody quickly adjusted his hair, grabbed 2 trays, and kicked the doors open. It was a busy day, so he had to focus.
Vincent stood in his office blankly, contemplating life. He jammed his cigarette into the overflowing ashtray as he thought, what went wrong? He wished to just take the stupid cooking knives to his pathetic wrists and wait until someone breaks down his office floor to see him dead. Of course, he couldn’t let that happen. That would tarnish his reputation. He would be seen as pathetic. Speaking of pathetic… Vincent peered through the peephole in the wall, watching Rody as he served the tables. He glanced at the faces of the impatient customers. God. Rody was incompetent. He was ruining the restaurant's reputation, yet Vincent could never fire him. No. That would ruin what he has planned. The one thing preventing him from disappearing from the world right now.
As he was watching Rody’s movements, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jerked back and bumped into the person behind him.
“God damn it for the 100th time! Don’t sneak in my office you incompetent-”
Vincent's head spun back, expecting to see a failure of a chef before him. Instead, he was greeted with a face he hasn’t seen in a while.
Normal Guy looked at him with a smile. He said nothing, but that was enough to speak volumes.
“What are you doing in my office? Shouldn’t you be doing your own shit?” Vincent barked. He was quite aggravated at him, as usual. Normal Guy simply looked at Vincent’s angry face with the same smile he had as when he entered the room. Vincent couldn’t ignore the heat forming around his neck. He was unsure if he was pissed off or completely humiliated.
—
Normal Guy and Vincent typically met up outside of work hours, so having him see Vincent in such a formal state embarrassed Vincent. He was unsure why. Maybe because he was caught staring and Rody through a peep hole.
“You look quite worked up.” Normal Guy finally said. His soothing voice sent a shiver down Vincent’s spine. He knew how much he was affecting Vincent and he loved it.
“I’m in the middle of working with a bunch of blundered shitheads!” Vincent complained.
“Oh?”
“I have to instruct them to do everything around here. It’s horrible. I just want to…” Vincent paused, realising he lost his cool.
“No, no. Go on.” Normal Guy’s smile was surreal. Vincent hated this feeling of not being in control. He never felt it around anybody except for him.
“I’m just stressed out. I’ve set such a good image for this establishment,” Vincent glanced at the peephole. “But it feels like it’s going all downhill because of one stupid decision.”
Normal Guy’s hand held Vincent's cheek lovingly. By then, Vincent knew he looked stupid and red. Vincent always felt so deprived of attention, since childhood. Normal Guy was the only person he knew who gave him undying affection. For what?
—-
They met in a quite unusual place. Vincent was on the roof of one of his old work place, smoking a cigarette. When he looked in the sky, he saw someone sitting in the clouds. At first, he assumed he was high, until that someone started slowly getting closer.
“What the fuck?” Vincent rubbed his eyes in confusion.
“Language..” Normal Guy brought his finger to Vincent’s lip to silence him.
Vincent wasn’t used to someone being so okay with approaching him. Normal Guy was quick to start up a conversation. This was the first time Vincent had a thoughtful conversation with someone. Someone of the same intellect and who would actually listen to him.
—-
As Normal Guy’s hand rested on Vincent’s face, the tension released from his body. They could both tell. This made Vincent feel sick. He never should have let this man in his life. Never should have let him make him feel this way. These feelings were dumb. He wasn’t even supposed to date guys. Ideally, Vincent would have a girlfriend and a kid. By now, he should have a wife. That’s what’s expected of him.
Except here he was. Falling apart in the grasps of this man. Letting him push him against his desk. Letting his hands pull apart his knees. Wait.
“Christ! I’m in the middle of work! This is a public building!” Vincent’s body tightens, his legs closing shut.
Normal Guy stared at him with a certain look in his eyes. A look Vincent was very much familiar with. Before Vincent could say anything, a finger pressed against his lips, quickly shutting him up. There was no resisting it anymore. Normal Guy knew what he wanted and he was going to get it one way or another. With little force, he spread apart Vincent’s legs by the knees. He was much stronger than Vincent, which wasn’t much of a challenge, but still put Vincent at a disadvantage.
Normal Guy held Vincent’s knee up against the desk while still holding the other with his large hand. His free hand moved to untie Vincent's apron. Both of them watched as it slowly fell to the ground. Vincent felt his heart racing. He hadn’t locked his door prior, but nobody should be walking in, either way. Still, the thought of someone walking in and seeing him like this made his stomach churn in a form of disgust and excitement.
Lost in thought of the idea of getting caught, he didn’t notice his coat was already half unbuttoned and Normal Guy was nibbling on his collar bones. His smooth tongue ran through the gentle dent of his clavicle. Vincent couldn’t help but bite back a moan at the sensation. Normal Guy could so easily make him unwind at the touch. It was pathetic.
“Control that damn tongue..” Vincent’s voice said with a shaky tone.
“I very much am.” Normal Guys voice stayed low and gentle.
His knee moved in place of his hand that was pushing Vincent’s leg against the desk. With his two free hands, he explored Vincent’s body. Soothing touch running down Vincent’s face, his arms, tracing his ribcage.. The gentle hands then roughly gribbed the hem of his pants, pulling them down eagerly.
Vincent’s bulge strained against his underwear, a wet patch was already visible. Again, he was so pathetic. Getting so worked up over simple teasing. Normal Guy’s hand crept to Vincent’s bulge and gently stroked the fabric that his flesh was throbbing against. His movements were so gentle, calming. It made Vincent forget all his earlier aggravation.
“Stop teasing…” Vincent spoke low and quiet. “Please?..” He added, knowing Normal Guy was expecting him to beg.
Normal Guy contemplated for a few moments, before he lifted Vincent up against the desk, pulling off his boxers as he did so. Vincent’s dick was hard and throbbing, resting against his stomach. The thrill of the situation caused it to slightly twitch, expecting his touch. Normal Guy admired the view for a few more moments. Observing every twitch, noting the slight precum building up, despite not receiving any direct touch.
“Please…” Vincent whimpered, growing desperate. He hated begging, but he was too worked up to care.
The sounds of Vincent falling apart beneath him was music to his ears. Normal Guy’s hand traced up Vincent’s inner thigh, before finally brushing against his cock. A small jolt of pleasure shot through Vincent's body. The large hand then shot back and wrapped around his cock. Precum already dripping down, causing an enjoyable friction as Normal Guy’s hand slowly stroked his flesh. Vincent’s lip quivered, trying to stay quiet, as to not catch the attention of anyone passing by his office.
Normal Guy’s thumb circled the head of Vincent’s cock, sliding around the precum, causing another thrilling sensation. Vincent’s head fell off to the side, not daring to look Normal Guy in the eyes. A rough hand reached down to his chin and forced him to look at him in his eyes.
“So private.. I want to hear you..” Normal Guys fingers moved to Vincents lips, but instead to shut him up, he forced Vincent’s mouth open as he sped up the movements of his strokes.
“Augh..- Fuck! S-some… One.. May walk- ughh.. Catch.. Us…” Vincent managed to struggle out. His cock was so sensitive, despite how much he resisted.
Despite Vincent’s acts of trying to shield his reputation, Normal Guy continued to force his mouth open, 2 fingers being left in between his teeth. His strokes continued to move with precision. Vincent’s desperate moans only fueling his energy. Vincent's hands shakily raised and gripped Normal Guy’s shoulders. His palms gripped around the fabric of the suit he was still wearing.
Normal Guy’s hands moved so quickly, yet so perfectly. Twisting at a perfect angle, running against the veins pulsing on Vincent’s cock, perfectly shifting the foreskin in a way that gave sensation to the tip. The sensation was so endearing, Vincent couldn’t hold back his messy, love filled moans.
His moans weren’t loud enough to catch anyone's attention, but Rody had noticed a tiny hole in the wall where Vincent’s office was. Curiosity got the better and he slowly approached the hole. It seemed to be a peephole! He brought up one eye to it, then immediately stumbled back and dropped his trays. Holy shit. Did I just see what I think I saw? He thought to himself. He took one more peak just to make sure.
At that moment, Normal Guy withdrew his fingers from Vincent’s mouth, letting his hand drop to his ass. Vincent could feel the cold, wet fingers tracing his curve, until they finally reached his entrance. His body tensed shyly, yet the two wet fingers still managed to push through.
“You.!- Ahh.. You can’t do that.!” His cock pulsed intensely as Normal Guys fingers slowly moved deeper. One knuckle popping in at a time. Each movement causing Vincent to let out a pathetic whine. Almost immediately, the intruding fingers began to curiously curl around.
“FUCK!!” Vincent let out a loud, pleasured moan. Anyone with two ears was sure to hear it.
At that, Rody quickly snapped back into reality and rushed to keep serving the customers waiting for their dishes.
Vincent stared into Normal Guys expression. It was the same face he had when he entered. But Vincent knew what he was feeling. He could sense the desire. Even through the tears prickled in his eyes and his bright red face. Fuck. He missed this so much. He craved this ever since their first time fucking when he graduated university.
The squirming fingers quickly found what they were looking for, immediately snapping Vincent out of his thoughts. His eyes shot closed and a needy moan left his lips. The hand still wrapped around his cock was quick to start to match the pace of the thrusting fingers.
“Fuck.. I hate you so much!-” Vincent grunted as a ribbon of cum shot from his cock.
The cum shot up and fell down against Normal Guy’s hand. It caused for a satisfactory texture on Vincent’s dick, making it slippery and easier to stroke. Normal Guy pulled out his fingers, but kept stroking his cock, admiring the friction it left. Vincent's eyes were half lidded and his mouth was slightly parted as breathless moans poured out of his mouth. He was so pathetic like this. They both knew it.
Vincent was completely out of it. Normal Guy kept stroking his softened cock for a few moments, before finally letting go. He wiped his hand on Vincent’s coat that was flopped against the desk and leaned forward to kiss Vincent’s forehead. The kiss was so gentle and polite compared to his previous actions. Vincent’s eyes fluttered shut for a few moments, then they flew open and he jerked up.
The room was empty. As suddenly as Normal Guy entered, he left. Vincent sat on his desk, processing what had just happened. He felt gross. At least nobody saw that.
He shakily got off the desk and limped forward to lock the door. He went back to redress himself and fall back against his chair. He couldn’t take his mind off Normal Guy. No matter how annoying that man may act, Vincent found him so endearing. It was unbearable. How could he have let someone toy with him so easily? How could he have enjoyed it? He hid his face in between his arms as his head rested on the desk. He refused to acknowledge the second boner that had formed in his pants.