Original fic part three :p
Title: Back of the House (part II) ( Part I is here) ( Part II is here)
Author: Me
Disclaimer: None. Cause, well, this is an original fic.
Rating: NC17
Note: Back to Joe's POV. In which there is plot along with the smut.
This happens a few weeks after the last few posts.
*
Joe stared down at the plate in his hand. The plating was all awry. Not hasty or badly done, in fact, it was much more aesthetically pleasing this way. It simply wasn't regulation. Beef to the right, potatoes to the left, not potatoes circling beef. The first time, Joe simply got a glove and reorganized. The second time, Joe started to wonder whether he should talk to the cook responsible, knowing with a sinking feeling that it was Monkut. The third time, Joe caught the expediter's sleeve. Kris shot him a scowl.
"Hey. What the hell are you doing letting this go out?" Joe pointed to the arrangement of the plate.
"Um...Hey, Marni said to let the new boy do whatever he wanted to," Kris shrugged, and Joe knew with a grim realization that it went beyond just plating. Shit was going on back in the kitchen. Next smoke break, he'd ask Monkut about it.
Joe quietly rearranged the plate again, peeking through the window into the kitchen. Monkut was cooking furiously, sleeves pushed up to his shoulders, cap neatly in place, apron already looking like he'd been through a slaughterhouse from all the sauce. His mise en place was perfect, though, and Joe couldn't fault his technique as he easily kept four meals heated and organized on the burners. He even had grace while he did it, a concentration that erupted into snarls if it was broken, much like any other cook Joe knew. Joe felt warmth in his gut as he stared at Monkut, cut off by Kris's face looking at him through the window.
"Yes?"
Joe winked at him and took the plate, turning to deliver it. Everyone except for the managers were aware that he and Monkut were an item. Monkut didn't bother to hide it, and sometimes they showed up together for their shifts. For the most part they both worked closing, and it was simply easier on certain days for Monkut to spend the night at Joe's house so that they could commute in together. It had been stupidly easy to fall into this pattern, partly because their chemistry had gotten better, if anything, and Joe found it difficult to keep his hands off of Monkut after their shift was over.
It was Friday, and they'd actually planned a date for later that night, which was part of why Joe didn't wanna get into plating, but he knew he had to. Someone was going to bust Monkut eventually, and he needed to nip it in the bud.
*
"I need to bum one," Monkut said, sighing as he stretched out his tendons.
"Trade you for a kiss," Joe said, side-stepping into the little alleyway between the back of the restaurant and the garbage bins. It was dark, people probably couldn't see them from the parking lot of the strip mall, but Joe knew that it was bad form to make out at your place of employment.
"No," Monkut snorted, holding out his hand. Then, after Joe gave him his best wounded-puppy look, Monkut sighed and stepped after him. Even if they weren't at work, Monkut wasn't great about PDAs. He'd explained it was a Thai thing, which (after some internet research) Joe realized was true. Even straight people didn't hang on each other in public in Thailand, even though Joe wanted to tug the smaller guy close whenever they went out to a bar.
Joe made the kiss soft but quick and gave Monkut a cigarette. Then he cleared his throat, trying to figure out a way to ask... He puffed on his own cigarette for a moment.
"Hey, how've you been getting along with Marni?"
Monkut looked immediately troubled. "...I have something to ask you about that, but I wanna wait until we get to your place," he said.
Sounded serious. Joe nodded, taking a long, soothing drag of his cigarette. He let out the puff of air and tried to disconnect a little. Monkut's job was his own, ultimately. It was just tough to see his lover earn his stripes. "Hey, your plating is all wrong. I had to redo it a few times."
"You're joking." Monkut stared at him. "Marni told me I was doing fine."
Oh boy. "He's fucking with you. Ask Kris to show you when you get back."
"Fuck," Monkut sighed. "I guess he saw me..."
Joe didn't ask what Monkut meant, but rubbed the smaller guy's tight shoulders instead. "We'll talk later."
*
They were in a jazz club in Hoboken. A sax player was blowing, a guy that Joe vaguely remembered from high school. He was short and cute and Joe couldn't recall whether or not he'd groped him at a party.
Monkut elbowed him. "Hey. Checking him out?" His eyes had that sardonic cast again.
"Yep," Joe said. "I think I gave him a handjob in tenth grade."
"Man, I didn't know what a penis was in tenth grade. I was a good boy up until I went to Poughkeepsie."
"You made up for lost time, though, didn't you." Joe's hand strayed over to hold Monkut's, then took it back, remembering not to. His family was physically affectionate, it was a tough habit to break.
They were in a corner surrounded by empty bottles of cheap beer. Monkut rubbed at his tendons, and Joe gave in to his impulse. He caught one of Monkut's hands, turning it over. There was a fresh new burn on the palm.
"Ouch?"
"Nah. My hands are totally asbestos nowadays." Monkut shrugged. Their knees touched under the table and Joe felt the warmth from Monkut's body shiver up his leg.
"So what happened today?"
"I think I saw Marni stealing. Today wasn't the first time, but I think...I think he knew I saw him."
"Wait. Stealing how?"
Monkut sighed, slumping down in his chair. "Stealing as in, he was taking some pretty damned expensive ingredients out of the pantry and slipping them into his lunch cooler."
Joe wasn't sure what to say. That kind of stuff didn't even register as stealing, for him, especially considering his father's line of work. "Did you talk to him about it?"
"No, but...I think...I probably gave him this look." Monkut did an impression of himself, eyes wide and disbelieving. "It's weird to me that he'd just...I mean, doesn't he worry about his job?"
Joe shifted around uncomfortably. For some reason, Monkut was letting Joe keep his hand on Monkut's arm, so Joe rubbed it gently, stroking up the tendons with his thumb. "I don't actually see a problem with that. It's not like Marni's getting paid bank, and the corporation can replace it."
Eyebrow twitch. "That's still stealing. Still wrong."
"Says you. You don't have to support a family on your earnings like he does. Can you imagine how much it must suck? Hell, I get money from my parents all the time. I couldn't live on my own without it."
Joe watched the stage, and Monkut out of the corner of his eye. He could tell some hard thinking was going down, because Monkut picked his beer label to shreds. Finally the other guy shrugged. "Okay, you're right. It isn't my business."
"You'd better let Marni know you think so, somehow, so that he stops making your life worse."
"You think that's what's going on?"
"Yeah. Hope it isn't too late."
Then, uncharacteristically, Monkut rested his head on Joe's shoulder for a moment, and Joe felt his stomach flip over. He put his hand into Monkut's hair and gently rubbed it until the smaller guy pulled away.
"I think I'm tired," Monkut said.
"We can go back to my place."
*
Monkut got naked immediately, turning to give Joe an unreadable glance over his shoulder as he shooed the cat away from Joe's bed and clambered on. Joe made haste to undress too, hanging his pants and shirt over a chair and then sitting beside Monkut. He gave that perfect ass a swat. "You sure you just wanna sleep?"
"Hey. I'm not as much of a horn dog as you are." Monkut grinned and shifted around, pressing his growing erection against the bed. A hand snaked between his legs and tugged the end of his dick, and Monkut gasped.
"You just flashed your ass at me. If this is truly a national characteristic, I'm totally moving to Thailand."
Monkut turned to his back, hiding his ass. "You have a total fetish."
"Oh...yeah. But now I have these." Joe dropped his head to kiss Monkut, hand straying up to a nipple. Before long he had Monkut exactly where he loved him, tugging his hair and lifting his torso up off the bed to chase his touch. Monkut's body was as lean and muscled and pretty as Joe had hoped, pecks hard under Joe's thumb. He was also completely hairless except for a furry dark thatch at his crotch. Joe was itching to trim it -- maybe in the future.
"Tomorrow's Sunday." Joe lifted his head to look at Monkut. "You don't work, right? neither do I. Wanna come to Sunday brunch with my family?"
Monkut stared at him. "What, as your asian girlfriend?" Those eyes had that slightly wary look in them again, and Joe poked his stomach.
"As my hot new boyfriend." Joe watched and thought he saw Monkut's eyes turn soft for a second.
"That's an upgrade from 'fucktoy,'" Monkut said, reaching down to tweak Joe's admittedly large nose. "Awright. Will I like the food?"
"Ask that again and I'll feel insulted for my family," Joe said, teeth sinking into a nipple.
"AAhhh...fine. I'll be glad to go."
Joe rewarded Monkut for that with long, loving sucks and licks to those two hard nipples. He didn't let up until Monkut's cock was leaking against his stomach, and then he trailed his tongue down to meet the drops of liquid as they fell. He pinched Monkut when he heard him protesting for a condom. "I don't have any cold sores, and I doubt you're diseased." He sank his mouth down, and soon Monkut made different, better noises. At least he hadn't insisted upon a shower first.
Joe loved making Monkut completely forget himself. The guy was fierce and often tightly wound, and each suck turned him into a quivering, gasping puddle on the bed. Soon Monkut tensed, warning Joe about his orgasm with a tug to his hair, and Joe lifted back, pinching the base of his cock hard.
"Ah, fuck, shit, let me come," Monkut groaned, tugging the lobe of Joe's ear.
"Not yet." Monkut's cock was flagging a little, so Joe brought his mouth back down and sucked it back to hardness, then played, rubbing spit into his balls, flicking his tongue over the top, pushing the foreskin down with his lips to roll his tongue all over the gland. Then, just as Joe felt the thickening and tensing in his mouth, he pulled up again.
"Fuuuuuck..." Monkut tugged Joe's hair. "You bastard. Let me come. Please..." His eyes were dark and his cheeks were flushed, hips rising up off the bed.
"Maybe," Joe chuckled, and sank back down. This time he brought lubricant with him, and while his mouth teased Monkut's cock, his fingers pushed deep inside that ass, feeling the muscles clamp around his knuckles. "Mmhhh..." Joe got him ready with careful but firm pushes, gently licking the sides of Monkut's erection until he was swearing again.
"You have a potty mouth," Joe teased, and sat up. "Wanna use it for something better?" He handed Monkut a condom.
"Fucker," Monkut glared at him, but ripped the condom open, setting it on Joe's dick and leaning over to roll it down with a firm pressure of his lips.
"Ohhh...yeah," Joe pulled away and rubbed lube all over it, and watched with growing heat as Monkut rolled over and stuck his ass up in the air. "Christ. I'm going to nail you to the bed." This was, hands-down, Joe's favorite position of all time, especially when his lover had an ass like that.
"Quit yapping and fuck me then."
"Right." Joe was in him in short order, staring down and watching as his cock sank between the perfectly round and muscled cheeks that took him in to the hilt. Then his nails dug into Monkut's stomach and he breathed another "Fuck" into Monkut's ear. Then nothing but hard breathing for a moment as they moved together at an increasingly rapid pace.
Monkut came first, his groan loud and wordless, head arching back to hit Joe's shoulder.
"MMmhhhh..." Joe let loose, digging in hard until the deep wet heat made his cock throb, his balls tight, all his nerves sing. Cursing, he came too, feeling himself empty out into the condom...into Monkut's perfect ass.
"Potty mouth."
"Shut the fuck up."
"I should wash your mouth out with soap."
"You're ruining the afterglow, damnit."
"We could just fuck again," Monkut suggested.
"I thought you were tired." Joe was, but he kissed a line of sweat off Monkut's neck, then licked the nape.
"Keep moving..."
They fucked again at a more leisurely pace, pausing midway to change condoms and positions so that they were facing each other, mouth to mouth, sinking into deep, long kisses, Monkut's legs wrapped around Joe's waist, arms around his torso, nails digging into his back. After a slow rocking that seemed to take forever and no time at all, Monkut came in a wordless groan against their stomachs, and Joe followed shortly after.
"What, no witty banter this time?" Joe asked, kissing another line of sweat.
He felt Monkut's nose press against his hair, and then heard a little sniff.
"Eh? What was that?"
"Oh." Monkut sounded embarrassed. "It's...it's how Thai people kiss. Like this." He nuzzled Joe with his nose and snuffled.
Joe died. That was probably the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "Like this?" He picked a good spot and snuffled too.
"Yeah." The arms around him clenched, held him tight.
*
They woke up at a quarter to noon with Joe yelling "Shiiiiiit! We're late!"
"Oh, fuck. Lovely first impression."
After the fastest shower on earth, they both made it to the DiOrio abode with three minutes to spare.
"I hope you were at church," Angela DiOrio said, leveling a disapproving look at her son.
"You know I don't do that any more, ma. Anyway. This is Monkut Shinawatra, the cook I was telling you about."
(To be continued!)
Author: Me
Disclaimer: None. Cause, well, this is an original fic.
Rating: NC17
Note: Back to Joe's POV. In which there is plot along with the smut.
This happens a few weeks after the last few posts.
*
Joe stared down at the plate in his hand. The plating was all awry. Not hasty or badly done, in fact, it was much more aesthetically pleasing this way. It simply wasn't regulation. Beef to the right, potatoes to the left, not potatoes circling beef. The first time, Joe simply got a glove and reorganized. The second time, Joe started to wonder whether he should talk to the cook responsible, knowing with a sinking feeling that it was Monkut. The third time, Joe caught the expediter's sleeve. Kris shot him a scowl.
"Hey. What the hell are you doing letting this go out?" Joe pointed to the arrangement of the plate.
"Um...Hey, Marni said to let the new boy do whatever he wanted to," Kris shrugged, and Joe knew with a grim realization that it went beyond just plating. Shit was going on back in the kitchen. Next smoke break, he'd ask Monkut about it.
Joe quietly rearranged the plate again, peeking through the window into the kitchen. Monkut was cooking furiously, sleeves pushed up to his shoulders, cap neatly in place, apron already looking like he'd been through a slaughterhouse from all the sauce. His mise en place was perfect, though, and Joe couldn't fault his technique as he easily kept four meals heated and organized on the burners. He even had grace while he did it, a concentration that erupted into snarls if it was broken, much like any other cook Joe knew. Joe felt warmth in his gut as he stared at Monkut, cut off by Kris's face looking at him through the window.
"Yes?"
Joe winked at him and took the plate, turning to deliver it. Everyone except for the managers were aware that he and Monkut were an item. Monkut didn't bother to hide it, and sometimes they showed up together for their shifts. For the most part they both worked closing, and it was simply easier on certain days for Monkut to spend the night at Joe's house so that they could commute in together. It had been stupidly easy to fall into this pattern, partly because their chemistry had gotten better, if anything, and Joe found it difficult to keep his hands off of Monkut after their shift was over.
It was Friday, and they'd actually planned a date for later that night, which was part of why Joe didn't wanna get into plating, but he knew he had to. Someone was going to bust Monkut eventually, and he needed to nip it in the bud.
*
"I need to bum one," Monkut said, sighing as he stretched out his tendons.
"Trade you for a kiss," Joe said, side-stepping into the little alleyway between the back of the restaurant and the garbage bins. It was dark, people probably couldn't see them from the parking lot of the strip mall, but Joe knew that it was bad form to make out at your place of employment.
"No," Monkut snorted, holding out his hand. Then, after Joe gave him his best wounded-puppy look, Monkut sighed and stepped after him. Even if they weren't at work, Monkut wasn't great about PDAs. He'd explained it was a Thai thing, which (after some internet research) Joe realized was true. Even straight people didn't hang on each other in public in Thailand, even though Joe wanted to tug the smaller guy close whenever they went out to a bar.
Joe made the kiss soft but quick and gave Monkut a cigarette. Then he cleared his throat, trying to figure out a way to ask... He puffed on his own cigarette for a moment.
"Hey, how've you been getting along with Marni?"
Monkut looked immediately troubled. "...I have something to ask you about that, but I wanna wait until we get to your place," he said.
Sounded serious. Joe nodded, taking a long, soothing drag of his cigarette. He let out the puff of air and tried to disconnect a little. Monkut's job was his own, ultimately. It was just tough to see his lover earn his stripes. "Hey, your plating is all wrong. I had to redo it a few times."
"You're joking." Monkut stared at him. "Marni told me I was doing fine."
Oh boy. "He's fucking with you. Ask Kris to show you when you get back."
"Fuck," Monkut sighed. "I guess he saw me..."
Joe didn't ask what Monkut meant, but rubbed the smaller guy's tight shoulders instead. "We'll talk later."
*
They were in a jazz club in Hoboken. A sax player was blowing, a guy that Joe vaguely remembered from high school. He was short and cute and Joe couldn't recall whether or not he'd groped him at a party.
Monkut elbowed him. "Hey. Checking him out?" His eyes had that sardonic cast again.
"Yep," Joe said. "I think I gave him a handjob in tenth grade."
"Man, I didn't know what a penis was in tenth grade. I was a good boy up until I went to Poughkeepsie."
"You made up for lost time, though, didn't you." Joe's hand strayed over to hold Monkut's, then took it back, remembering not to. His family was physically affectionate, it was a tough habit to break.
They were in a corner surrounded by empty bottles of cheap beer. Monkut rubbed at his tendons, and Joe gave in to his impulse. He caught one of Monkut's hands, turning it over. There was a fresh new burn on the palm.
"Ouch?"
"Nah. My hands are totally asbestos nowadays." Monkut shrugged. Their knees touched under the table and Joe felt the warmth from Monkut's body shiver up his leg.
"So what happened today?"
"I think I saw Marni stealing. Today wasn't the first time, but I think...I think he knew I saw him."
"Wait. Stealing how?"
Monkut sighed, slumping down in his chair. "Stealing as in, he was taking some pretty damned expensive ingredients out of the pantry and slipping them into his lunch cooler."
Joe wasn't sure what to say. That kind of stuff didn't even register as stealing, for him, especially considering his father's line of work. "Did you talk to him about it?"
"No, but...I think...I probably gave him this look." Monkut did an impression of himself, eyes wide and disbelieving. "It's weird to me that he'd just...I mean, doesn't he worry about his job?"
Joe shifted around uncomfortably. For some reason, Monkut was letting Joe keep his hand on Monkut's arm, so Joe rubbed it gently, stroking up the tendons with his thumb. "I don't actually see a problem with that. It's not like Marni's getting paid bank, and the corporation can replace it."
Eyebrow twitch. "That's still stealing. Still wrong."
"Says you. You don't have to support a family on your earnings like he does. Can you imagine how much it must suck? Hell, I get money from my parents all the time. I couldn't live on my own without it."
Joe watched the stage, and Monkut out of the corner of his eye. He could tell some hard thinking was going down, because Monkut picked his beer label to shreds. Finally the other guy shrugged. "Okay, you're right. It isn't my business."
"You'd better let Marni know you think so, somehow, so that he stops making your life worse."
"You think that's what's going on?"
"Yeah. Hope it isn't too late."
Then, uncharacteristically, Monkut rested his head on Joe's shoulder for a moment, and Joe felt his stomach flip over. He put his hand into Monkut's hair and gently rubbed it until the smaller guy pulled away.
"I think I'm tired," Monkut said.
"We can go back to my place."
*
Monkut got naked immediately, turning to give Joe an unreadable glance over his shoulder as he shooed the cat away from Joe's bed and clambered on. Joe made haste to undress too, hanging his pants and shirt over a chair and then sitting beside Monkut. He gave that perfect ass a swat. "You sure you just wanna sleep?"
"Hey. I'm not as much of a horn dog as you are." Monkut grinned and shifted around, pressing his growing erection against the bed. A hand snaked between his legs and tugged the end of his dick, and Monkut gasped.
"You just flashed your ass at me. If this is truly a national characteristic, I'm totally moving to Thailand."
Monkut turned to his back, hiding his ass. "You have a total fetish."
"Oh...yeah. But now I have these." Joe dropped his head to kiss Monkut, hand straying up to a nipple. Before long he had Monkut exactly where he loved him, tugging his hair and lifting his torso up off the bed to chase his touch. Monkut's body was as lean and muscled and pretty as Joe had hoped, pecks hard under Joe's thumb. He was also completely hairless except for a furry dark thatch at his crotch. Joe was itching to trim it -- maybe in the future.
"Tomorrow's Sunday." Joe lifted his head to look at Monkut. "You don't work, right? neither do I. Wanna come to Sunday brunch with my family?"
Monkut stared at him. "What, as your asian girlfriend?" Those eyes had that slightly wary look in them again, and Joe poked his stomach.
"As my hot new boyfriend." Joe watched and thought he saw Monkut's eyes turn soft for a second.
"That's an upgrade from 'fucktoy,'" Monkut said, reaching down to tweak Joe's admittedly large nose. "Awright. Will I like the food?"
"Ask that again and I'll feel insulted for my family," Joe said, teeth sinking into a nipple.
"AAhhh...fine. I'll be glad to go."
Joe rewarded Monkut for that with long, loving sucks and licks to those two hard nipples. He didn't let up until Monkut's cock was leaking against his stomach, and then he trailed his tongue down to meet the drops of liquid as they fell. He pinched Monkut when he heard him protesting for a condom. "I don't have any cold sores, and I doubt you're diseased." He sank his mouth down, and soon Monkut made different, better noises. At least he hadn't insisted upon a shower first.
Joe loved making Monkut completely forget himself. The guy was fierce and often tightly wound, and each suck turned him into a quivering, gasping puddle on the bed. Soon Monkut tensed, warning Joe about his orgasm with a tug to his hair, and Joe lifted back, pinching the base of his cock hard.
"Ah, fuck, shit, let me come," Monkut groaned, tugging the lobe of Joe's ear.
"Not yet." Monkut's cock was flagging a little, so Joe brought his mouth back down and sucked it back to hardness, then played, rubbing spit into his balls, flicking his tongue over the top, pushing the foreskin down with his lips to roll his tongue all over the gland. Then, just as Joe felt the thickening and tensing in his mouth, he pulled up again.
"Fuuuuuck..." Monkut tugged Joe's hair. "You bastard. Let me come. Please..." His eyes were dark and his cheeks were flushed, hips rising up off the bed.
"Maybe," Joe chuckled, and sank back down. This time he brought lubricant with him, and while his mouth teased Monkut's cock, his fingers pushed deep inside that ass, feeling the muscles clamp around his knuckles. "Mmhhh..." Joe got him ready with careful but firm pushes, gently licking the sides of Monkut's erection until he was swearing again.
"You have a potty mouth," Joe teased, and sat up. "Wanna use it for something better?" He handed Monkut a condom.
"Fucker," Monkut glared at him, but ripped the condom open, setting it on Joe's dick and leaning over to roll it down with a firm pressure of his lips.
"Ohhh...yeah," Joe pulled away and rubbed lube all over it, and watched with growing heat as Monkut rolled over and stuck his ass up in the air. "Christ. I'm going to nail you to the bed." This was, hands-down, Joe's favorite position of all time, especially when his lover had an ass like that.
"Quit yapping and fuck me then."
"Right." Joe was in him in short order, staring down and watching as his cock sank between the perfectly round and muscled cheeks that took him in to the hilt. Then his nails dug into Monkut's stomach and he breathed another "Fuck" into Monkut's ear. Then nothing but hard breathing for a moment as they moved together at an increasingly rapid pace.
Monkut came first, his groan loud and wordless, head arching back to hit Joe's shoulder.
"MMmhhhh..." Joe let loose, digging in hard until the deep wet heat made his cock throb, his balls tight, all his nerves sing. Cursing, he came too, feeling himself empty out into the condom...into Monkut's perfect ass.
"Potty mouth."
"Shut the fuck up."
"I should wash your mouth out with soap."
"You're ruining the afterglow, damnit."
"We could just fuck again," Monkut suggested.
"I thought you were tired." Joe was, but he kissed a line of sweat off Monkut's neck, then licked the nape.
"Keep moving..."
They fucked again at a more leisurely pace, pausing midway to change condoms and positions so that they were facing each other, mouth to mouth, sinking into deep, long kisses, Monkut's legs wrapped around Joe's waist, arms around his torso, nails digging into his back. After a slow rocking that seemed to take forever and no time at all, Monkut came in a wordless groan against their stomachs, and Joe followed shortly after.
"What, no witty banter this time?" Joe asked, kissing another line of sweat.
He felt Monkut's nose press against his hair, and then heard a little sniff.
"Eh? What was that?"
"Oh." Monkut sounded embarrassed. "It's...it's how Thai people kiss. Like this." He nuzzled Joe with his nose and snuffled.
Joe died. That was probably the cutest thing he'd ever seen. "Like this?" He picked a good spot and snuffled too.
"Yeah." The arms around him clenched, held him tight.
*
They woke up at a quarter to noon with Joe yelling "Shiiiiiit! We're late!"
"Oh, fuck. Lovely first impression."
After the fastest shower on earth, they both made it to the DiOrio abode with three minutes to spare.
"I hope you were at church," Angela DiOrio said, leveling a disapproving look at her son.
"You know I don't do that any more, ma. Anyway. This is Monkut Shinawatra, the cook I was telling you about."
(To be continued!)