Ethan sighed heavily and flopped on his bed. He didn't even change his clothes, he just dropped there the way he came back from his job. He was exhausted, as it was a busy day in the cafe, and he happened to mess up the orders twice. But luckily it wasn't that bad. He's still learning how to be a good waiter, and the boss understands. And he gets away with small mistakes, what with his innocent, somewhat nerdy look.
He sighed again, just lying there sprawled and looking at the ceiling. He smiled, blushing a little.
HE was there, the person who makes the job so much more pleasant.
For some time now, there's that man, that comes to the cafe early in the morning. It's safe to say that he became a regular there. He seems to either drop by after a night shift, or perhaps from some training or exercise, as he carries a training bag with him. He orders the usual coffee blend, then enjoys it at his table while reading a newspaper. He's always alone.
Ethan closed his eyes and rolled to the side.
What a dreamy man he is... tall, well built. Beige hair, bangs to the side, serious face. A cute mole under his right eye. Ethan liked to glance at that man, his secret crush. They never really talked though, beside the waiter-customer stuff. Maybe once or twice about weather, and that's it. He doesn't seem to be very talkative either.
Etan wished to know more about that man. He doesn't even know his name.
But he's too shy, and doesn't want to come off as a creep. Maybe he'd have more courage, if not for a certain... uncomfortable detail.
There's a golden ring on his ring finger. He must be married, no doubt about that. What a shame. It pained Ethan's heart, the detail stung like a small needle. His crush was taken, and there was nothing he could do about it.
However, that didn't stop Ethan from imagining some possible scenarios of them interacting... and so he did this time.
He closed his eyes. The "what if" fantasies.
Oh, how he would love it, if one day that hottie would come to the cafe, but not early in the morning asking for coffee. No, more like coming later, when the place is already closed, and Ethan has cleaning duty after his shift.
Coming for Ethan, while nobody's there...
The young waiter drifted away with his thoughts, and imagined the interior of the store.
The muffled sounds coming from the street, him sweeping the floor, pondering, when the calm is interrupted by the door chime at the front entrance.
He looks up and sees the familiar man entering the scene, the lovely hazel eyes looking at Ethan.
"I-uhh, sorry! We-we're closed... I j-just forgot to close the door... my bad." he says flustered, holding tight to the broom, avoiding direct eye contact.
But even though he acts all anxious, he's so excited inside. What a perfect encounter.
Just them two.
Alone.
Everything can happen.
"Excuse me for interrupting. But... Can we talk?" the man says and before Ethan can speak, he explains quickly "I was passing by and saw you through the window..." he makes a movement pointing with the thumb at the large shop window.
"Yes, of course!" Ethan blushes and nods, regaining his posture. "Please take a seat."
He waves at the counter seats and puts the broom to the side, when the man comes closer. That startled him a bit and he gasps.
"W-...would you like something to drink...?" the flustered waiter asks shyly, but the blonde just replies with
"I want you" leaning in closer, to the same eye level.
Ethan blushes, his heart is beating faster. His glasses almost fog up from the tension. He waited for those words for so long... but his gaze stopped at the man's golden ring.
"But, your wife...?" he says with a sad tone.
"Hm? Oh, this?" His crush looks at the ring with an indifferent face expression.
"I just had a fight with her and I realized I don't love her anymore." He says as he shrugs and takes the ring off then puts in his pocket. "We stopped to go out together for a while, you see. She's always so busy and bossy and moody..." he looks Ethan in the eyes as he pauses.
"To be honest... I always had a thing for men too. And guess what? You happen to be my type" he smirks.
"...Really?"
Ethan mumbles and flushes red again. That's all he can say, when the man just leans in again and places a soft kiss on the lips in response.
No words are needed.
They embrace, deepening the kiss. However Ethan comes to his senses and breaks the kiss off.
"Not in the open like that..." he says, glancing at the shop windows "...but..." he tiptoes and whispers something to the man's ear.
Something that he always wanted to do.
And this very moment is just perfect for that.
The beige haired hunk chuckles and nods. Ethan has a devilish little smile and tugs at his hand, leading to the back of the shop, a small room for the employees. They start to make out, eagerly. Passionately.
The earnest feeling of longing being finally fulfilled.
Uniterrupted.
Just them two.
Here and now.
They sit on a chair facing each other, Ethan on the man's lap, continuing to kiss. Their hands wader, caressing and stimulating their bodies.
Ethan's hands brush through the man's soft hair, tugging a bit, while the blonde's hands rub Ethan's back, then move lower to untie the waiter apron and drop it on the floor. His fingers slip underneath Ethan's white shirt,
rubbing his sides sensually.
They sigh and moan soft, exciting each other more, wanting more. Ethan shifts in the lap, grinding his hips against his crush. A quick exchange of glances, and they both smile.
Ethan's moans fill the room, when their bodies become one. Locked in an embrace, their clothes are disheveled, but still on, revealing enough of the skin to lose themselves in pleasure. A gentle pleasure at first, until the young waiter asks for more, rougher. And the man gives him what he wants, as he wishes for the same. The pace of their love picks up speed, their breath becoming faster. Sweet words inbetween the gasps, until one strong moan escapes their lips as they reach their peak.
The finale of the love game is sealed with a long kiss, before the man releases his cute lover to catch a breath.
They both don't say a word, but smile content.
They get up and tidy themselves, when Ethan's cellphone falls out of his pocket. The man picks it up but doesn't give it back right away. Instead, he smirks and inputs a number then hands the cell over to Ethan. The display says "Lover" and the man's phone number saved under it.
The waiter's heart skips a beat.
When Ethan blushes looking up, the man winks and says "Call me." making a hand gesture of a phone call. He leaves the room soon after, all the while Ethan is holding tight to the phone. He slowly falls back and sits in the chair. He can't believe it, but he did it.
They finally did it.
The fantasy ended here and Ethan buried himself under the bed sheets, beet red and spent.
"I want him. I want him so badly..."
He mumbled and drifted away in sleep soon after.
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