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Bryan had first stumbled in to the fast food chain like a fawn on new legs. Eyes wide in awe at everything he saw, hands dancing over every surface to check if it’s real. Now after explaining his situation to employee of the month ‘Tyler’ he was still nervous. Now it was less the fear of hunger, but a pang of something else. Tyler’s gaze turned amused when he noticed the other man’s frustrated expression.
“Is everything alright sir?” Tyler looked smugly at him from over the kiosk, hands remaining folded at his front.
“Was the meal not satisfactory?”. Tyler accompanied this question by ever so slightly tilting his head to the side.
Bryan’s eyebrows narrowed as he finally looked up to meet the blonde’s icy gaze. His lips parted ever so slightly. Intentionally pursed.
“At Manny’s, customer satisfaction is our number one priority. If this is not being met please let me know and I will help best I can” Tyler leant over the kiosk, hands now placed firmly on the edge of the granite inches away from Bryan’s legs. Tyler tiled his head, golden waves falling to the side as he added with a gentle whisper “In any way I can, sir”.
With this he raised a calm and calculated hand from the countertop to the other man’s thigh. Tyler stopped before moving his head back to the side, inches away from the other man’s lips. “May I” Tyler stifled a laugh, a cruel laugh with a hint of warmth “…help satisfy you further” before adding a whispered “sir?” after a pose accompanied by a cocky grin and the pop of his blush pink lips. Hushed, a secret in an empty fast food chain.
“Yes” Bryan said confidentially. Tyler was almost taken back by the confidence. Almost.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that - could you repeat yourself-“ Tyler was abruptly cut off by Bryan finally bridging the gap, cold chapped lips from nights outdoors met those weary with work. Salty, and comfortable. “Yes” Bryan repeated, clear as a whistle, breathless with anticipation, just nestled on the shell of Tyler’s ear.
Tyler feigned professionalism, draping a lazy hand up and down Bryan’s exposed leg and teasing under the hem of his holiday trunks. The taller male hoisted a leg onto the granite counter pushing himself further to the customer. Leaning into the crook of his neck, he pressed soft lips to a sore neck. Planting and peppering spaced out kisses up and down each vein and mole, as one hand worked its way further up the swimming trunks and the other held Bryan’s hips firmly in place. Bryan gasped at each foreign touch, baring his neck to invite more in each time another was pressed so sweetly.
It wasn’t long before Bryan gripped his uniform and pulled him closer. Relentlessly, Tyler didn’t give up his teasing. Only moving his wandering hand to the growing issue that’s been made more apparent with each passing moment. He timed his first bite down onto Bryan’s neck with his first brush against his crotch. He moved the back of his hand over it, feeling the warmth like you would check a door handle in a fire. Cautious and firm. He pressed further as one hickey became a few, and teasing became palming as he worked his way upon Bryan’s expanse of neck.
Bryan suddenly pulled back from the touch. Tyler slowly but surely moved away a pace, taking his leg down from the counter to stand back at his original position behind the cash register. But before he could speak, Bryan hoisted both legs up and crawled over the desk. Not the most gracefully, but the desperation is his now blown out eyes stirred something in Tyler.
Tyler pressed himself flushed and fully against the shorter man, meeting their lips messily again. They were now pressed firmly against the counter, their hips bumped so slightly against the cool stone. He grasped Bryan’s face as their kiss deepened, but his hands would’t keep still. They wandered up and down his hips to his back, exploring and warming each crevice. He felt his way to the crook of his neck again before settling on the dip of his back. Pulling him closer yet. Their tongues sloppily fighting for dominance as he did. Bryan began grinding his hips against the cashier, desperate for friction he had been denied.
“Boy, you most have been pent up for a while, huh, cutie?” Tyler cooed, separating their mouths for a second before being interupted by a “mmf!” escaping his lips. Bryan had began marking up his neck, tongue flat against the expanse of skin, preparing, before sucking down with a teethy motion. A gasp escaped Tyler’s mouth as he noticed Bryan’s hand left its position cupping his cheek to softly move up and down his crotch.
“A-ah!” Tyler gasped muffled by the fabric of Bryan’s shirt as the pace of his hand and hips quickened. Bryan used his free hand to fumble about, in a desperate attempt to undo the taller man’s buttons. Tyler gave in and quickly did it for him, exposing the top of his chest. Sleek and smooth and almost shining in the dazed yellow lights overhead. Bryan fumbled again with Tyler’s belt and buckle with desperation causing his hands to quicken. The company belt with the Manny’s mascot’s face engraved on the metal clattered to the ground as his trousers sagged a little. Bryan took his hands off the other man to undo his own as Tyler shimmied his trousers the rest of the way down, mouth returning to mark up Bryan’s neck as he worked.
Bryan moved his hand, teasing the waistband of Tyler’s sleek black boxers. He spit on his hand before slipping it further in. Tyler gasped with relief at the touch, grinding further up into the man’s more rugged hands. Tyler found himself dry humping, hips yearning reaching up to meet Bryan’s own and own touch. Mouth agape and eyes glassy Tyler spluttered meaningless sounds and noises of approval as Bryan sped up his movements. They increased with pitch and frequency, moans drowning out the hum of the air conditioner and drone of the walk in freezer. All Tyler could focus on was the man unravelling him from the seams.
Just as Tyler felt himself losing himself, he pulled away from the touch. Bryan watched with anticipation as he was pushed up onto the counter, legs dangling off as he sat on the polished top. Tyler spread his legs slowly and watched as Bryan took the hint to shimmy out of the trunks and his pre cum soaked boxers.
Tyler squatted down first, eyes level with the other man’s hips. He kept eye contact as he slowly opened his mouth and placed two spread apart fingers in. He carefully swirled his pointed tongue around them, coating them in saliva before placing them near Bryan’s eager entrance. Tyler decided to have one last tease and began to lick and suck at Bryan’s thighs as he twirled his cold, wet fingers around the other man’s entrance. Soft moans and whines erupted from the other man as he squeezed his thighs together, holding the other man in place.
Tyler began to kiss his entrance as he made his way closer. He placed one hand on Bryan’s stomach and gently pushed until Bryan layed flat on his back onto the counter. Bryan’s head lolled back to see the empty chairs and tables around them. The cold night sky stood staring back at him, each clear star unblinking, watching, judging maybe? Tyler worked his two fingers to his slit up and down until they made their way in with a whine from Bryan. He slowly increased speed, pumping them in and out until Bryan was a whimpering mess beneath him. Thighs trembling and squeezed over the man, hands gripping his blonde locks, inviting him to go deeper.
Tyler ran his tongue flat over his entrance before pushing further in. Swiping and folding till he found a spot that made Bryan tense. Tyler moved his head to work his tongue in more as his fingers continued to move. Bryan’s moans deepend as he swirled and pumped his tongue and fingers deeper. As soon as he got a steady rhythm, with Bryan whining as he pumped his tongue and fingers in - he pulled out his head and soaking fingers.
Bryan moved a heavy, hazy head up just enough to see Tyler lick each finger clean each accompanied by a wet ‘pop!’ causing more warmth to flood to his groin as Tyler kept eye contact, knowing he would look.
“Don’t want you to come, just yet, sir” Tyler gasped out with a pop of flushed lips, and reached into a side draw of the counter to grab a condom stashed among various condiments.
Bryan almost laughed to see the ‘Manny’s’ branded logo with the winking mascot still printed on top. If only he had enough air in his lungs to do so at the moment. He didn’t have long to take it in before Tyler tore it open with his teeth effortlessly and unfolded it onto his cock in one swift motion. As if he was popping the lid off a beer, as if he was merely opening a ketchup packet. Bryan’s hips inched a bit closer in anticipation, eagerly awaiting as Tyler positioned himself. His hands gripping Bryan’s thighs once again as he lined himself up, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. Intent, with purpose.
The first thrust made Bryan finally feel full again, something missing after so long alone, something whole and one. Something he couldn’t even let his mind wander to want when he first got lost. Tyler slowly worked his way up faster, thrusting into him as both their vocal cords began to strain again. Tyler sped up once Bryan’s voice began to whine and raise in pitch. Thrusting harder and deeper with each motion, Bryan moved his hips up to meet him each time to help it further in.
“Oh god, oh god” Bryan babbled as Tyler held him tighter, determined not to break face and speak. He didn’t want to let him know more than he already had how much this was getting to him. Bryan’s hands were scrambling to cover his face and mouth now hanging wide open.
“Please, Tyler” was what broke him and a soft whined and drawn out “fuckkk..” escaped as he sped up more, Bryan’s arms reaching up to hold him as Tyler leant over him to angle deeper, their chests meeting and heaving over the others. The closeness tightening around them. Bryan saw the undone expression on Tyler’s face, eyebrows furrowed upwards, jaw slack, eyes half lidded, and almost kissed him again if he could only reach. “Tyler, god please!” Bryan whined, voice nearly cracking as he held him tighter, squeezing as if he’d dissapear and leave him undone if he didn’t.
“You’re so polite” Tyler huffed, managing a breathy, whiny laugh between thrusts as he felt Bryan clench around him “such a good boy for me, hm?”. This was what finally finished Bryan off as he clung to him with a final drawn out, high pitched whine. Tyler gave a few final thrusts before collapsing himself onto the counter.
They laid, huffing and pressing sweaty foreheads against the others. Bryan reached up to push Tyler’s hairline back, placing a kiss on his now blushed red forehead. “Thank you for visting Manny’s, we hope you had a satisfying visit?” Tyler panted between heaves for air with a dry and tired laugh. “Most satisfying meal I’ve ever had” Bryan snorted before laying flat, allowing Tyler’s head to fall to his chest, running his fingers through golden tufts of hair, smoothing them out, calming.
Later, a review slip of paper sat on one of the many dining in tables. 5 stars. ‘My server Tyler today ensured full customer satisfaction was achieved. Tended to every need’.