TFLN Comment Fic Meme
I think it's time for one of these again, don't you? They're always fun and I need some of that right now.
Picture and text copied with permission from bewaretheides15
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Jared put his purchases on the belt and checked his phone again for messages. It was 9:45, and if tomorrow's meeting time hadn't changed by now, it wasn't going to.
Tucking his phone away, he idly looked at the purchases of the guy in front of him in line. There were two items, and Jared's eyebrows shot up when he realized what they were and how they might be related to each other.
"Good evening," the cashier said in a tight voice, head down as he scanned the package of extra-large condoms. He had brown-blond hair in soft spikes and freckles scattered over his nicely-muscled arms.
"Hey," the customer returned. "How's it going?"
"Fine," came the brusque response. The cashier scanned the tub of chocolate frosting and asked, "Anything else?"
He looked up as he asked it, and Jared caught his breath. Damn, he was hot. Way too hot to be working at a grocery store in suburban Dallas. Hotness that intense should be on billboards or movie screens. Or at least in closer proximity to Jared than across a checkout counter.
"Naw, that's it," the customer was replying. "Doesn't take too much for me."
The cashier's face slowly turned bright red, but all he said was, "That'll be $10.71."
The customer, also almost Jared's height but with dark hair and narrow blue eyes, smirked as he ran a credit card through the machine on the counter. The cashier silently bagged the two items and plopped the bag next to the credit card machine. "Thank you for shopping at Main Market," he said through clenched teeth.
"My pleasure," the customer returned. He grabbed the bag and added, "Or at least it will be."
The cashier's jaw clenched, but he said nothing as the man walked off. Then he took a deep breath and turned to Jared, the intense green of his eyes almost mesmerizing. "Did you find everything you were looking for, sir?"
"Uh, yeah." Jared gestured at his two frozen dinners and jumbo bag of Twizzlers. "Everything okay?" he asked, jerking his thumb towards the departing customer.
The cashier snorted. Jared noticed that his nametag read Jensen, with a bar indicating five years of service hanging below it. "Yeah, just peachy."
Jared gave a short nod and started to pull out his wallet. It wasn't any of his business, anyway.
Jensen rang up the two dinners and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, that was rude. It's just, we have this unspoken agreement: I don't get my coffee at the Starbucks where he works, and he goes to the other store in town to shop. Guess he was in a hurry," he muttered.
"You know him?" Jared asked, although that had been obvious from the tenor of their interaction.
"He's my ex," the cashier admitted, scanning Jared's Twizzlers. "Which means I know exactly what the chocolate frosting is for."
"Oh!" Jared raised his eyebrows. Not only ridiculously hot, but gay as well? And apparently single? Damn, no way could he be that lucky.
He realized too late that his response had been misinterpreted, Jensen's eyes narrowing and full lips tightening. "Anything else?" he asked in that same tight voice.
Jared's stomach dropped. "No! I mean, I don't mind what you just said. That he was your ex. It's not a problem at all. I mean, it is a problem since he was kind of being a jerk saying what he did to you. I had an ex like that, but he moved out of state so at least I didn't have to worry about running into him around town anymore." He realized abruptly that he was babbling and shut his mouth hard enough for his teeth to clack. "Sorry."
Jensen didn't seem to mind, given the slow smile that was spreading across his face. "No problem," he said, more warmth in his voice. "That'll be $12.55."
"Great." Jared slid his credit card through the machine and glanced out the large front window. The parking lot was well-lit, and he could see the douche customer putting his bag on top of a black BMW as he unlocked his car door, his gaze locked on Jensen.
"Um." Jared took a deep breath and checked to see there was no one behind him in line. "This might be totally out of line, but do you want to get him back?"
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"Who?" Jensen asked, ripping the receipt off the roll and tucking it into the plastic bag.
"Your ex." Jared signaled with a tilt of his head.
The cashier turned to look out the window. His broad, rounded shoulders went stiff, and Jared knew that the ex was still watching him. "He's about to drive off."
"Then we'll make it quick." When Jensen turned back to him, Jared waggled his eyebrows and leaned forward over the counter, enough (he hoped) to get his point across.
Jensen's eyes widened before a devilish gleam entered them. When his lips parted and his tongue poked out to wet them, Jared might have let out a small whimper. Tiny crinkles formed at the corner's of Jensen's eyes, and then he was leaning up and aiming for Jared's mouth.
They met slightly off-center, lips briefly dry and dragging before Jared opened his mouth slightly to take Jensen's lower lip between his. The edge of the counter dug into his hip as he leaned forward, but the sensation was quickly drowned out by the soft press of Jensen's mouth on his, slick and warm and making Jared's pulse beat ever faster.
Then Jensen's tongue darted out, and Jared willingly parted his lips to let him in. Jensen made a soft noise that had the blood leaving Jared's head for regions down below, and he grabbed at the counter to steady himself.
The pen on the counter went clattering to the floor, and they both flinched back. "Whoa," Jensen said, eyes searching Jared's face, lips still parted but now red and wet.
"Sorry." Jared bent to retrieve the pen and press the heel of his hand to his suddenly raging boner. When he stood up, Jensen was brushing his fingertips over his mouth, and it made Jared want to grab him and kiss him senseless.
Instead, he looked out the window. The ex was still staring, but when he saw Jared looking at him, he snatched the bag off the roof and tossed it into the front seat.
Jared smirked and turned back to Jensen. The cashier had lowered his hand, his cheeks now faintly pink. "Thanks, man," he said quietly.
Jared wanted to say, "My pleasure," but those were the douche's words. Instead, he said, "Eh, I guess this town might be more exciting than I thought."
Jensen gave another, softer, snort. "Not really." He pushed Jared's bag towards him. "You're new here?" he asked.
Jared prayed he wasn't imagining the hopefulness in the tone. "Maybe. I work for a company who's thinking about setting up an office here. They sent me to check it out."
"Oh." Jensen wet his lips again, Jared's eyes following the movement. "Does that mean you need someone to show you around?"
Jared blinked. Ridiculously hot, gay, single, and hitting on Jared. After the fake kiss. No way was he this lucky. In case he was that lucky, he said, "Yeah, that could be helpful."
Jensen slowly smiled, those same crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes, and Jared found himself helplessly smiling back. "Well, in that case, I get off at 10:00."
Jared checked his watch. Ten more minutes. Then a devilish thought occurred to him, and he leaned over the counter to say quietly, "My hotel's next door. I'm thinking it'll be more like 10:15."
For a moment, as Jensen drew in a sharp breath, Jared thought he'd gone too far. Then Jensen's eyes darkened, and he leaned forward to murmur, "More like 10:30. Gonna make you work for it."
"Fuck," Jared breathed out. He was glad he had the grocery bag to carry in front of himself when he left, because otherwise he'd be scaring away the customers with what was now an impressive bulge in his slacks.
For reply, Jensen only winked.
In the end, Jensen was right: it was closer to 10:30 when he spilled into Jared's mouth, Jared following only a few seconds after. The second round was more like 11:15, and by the time they finally slept, Jared only had a few hours before his morning meeting.
He made sure to drag Jensen with him to Starbucks, tucked under his arm and looking freshly-fucked even after their shower (or maybe because of their shower), as they ordered lattes from the frowning barista with dark hair and narrow blue eyes.
Jared was definitely recommending that his company set up their next branch office here. With himself as the manager.
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Also, unf. That KISS.
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Yes, this! Loved it :)
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