[pornmas] day 4.
Summary: Really, bakery incest is not what he signed up for when he agreed to become the barista for this bakery.
Fandom/Pairings: X Factor RPF; George/Jaymi, 1D OT5
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I was going to change the title, but then I didn't feel like it! If you don't understand the title, you should maybe read you just keep on trying (until you run out of cake) first. Incidentally, this took 5ever to write.
Disclaimer: PLEASE GO AWAY.
I HATE YOU NOW GO AND OWN A BAKERY 2:
ELECTRIC BOOGALOO
There's not a lot of male customers at One Direction, and even fewer male customers that aren't at the bakery for their girlfriends or wives or sisters or some other female in their life. That being said, Jaymi is not the bakery's only gay customer, but he's the one that comes by the most often. George likes him best, because he lets George chose what he buys. Niall keeps telling George not to, but George is better at flavor stuff than Harry by a lot. Or at least a little. Either way, Jaymi usually likes what George picks out for him so George counts it as a win in his favor.
One day, though, Jaymi comes by and Harry cuts George off before he can suggest anything. He shoves a box in Jaymi's hands and grins. "It's on the house and specially made for you."
"Um," Jaymi says. He looks over at George, who shrugs helplessly. "Thank you? I . . . guess I'll see you tomorrow, George."
"Of course." George grins, jamming his elbow into Harry's side. Harry yelps, and George feels accomplished. "Enjoy your . . . whatever that is."
Jaymi waves as he exits the shop, and George waves back. While Harry's checking out the next customer, George elbows him again. "What was that all about? Niall doesn't make anything special for customers unless they order it."
"He does when I ask him to." Harry smiles at the next customer, who giggles, and rings her up while George tries to scrub the image of Niall doing things to Harry out of his brain. He knows about the . . . bakery incest thing, but he doesn't like thinking about it. He just doesn't. "Don't make that face, Gorgeous George. You're being paid to be pretty, not a sourpuss."
"I'm not being paid to be pretty!" George huffs, boxing a creampuff angrily. Which is hard to do without damaging the creampuff, but George has had practice. "I'm being paid to box pastries and make coffee."
"Oi," Louis yells from the second cash register, "less talking and more boxing, prettyboy."
"This bakery is a madhouse!" George moans dramatically, which earns him a smack on the back of the head from Liam. George rubs at it while he moves to make someone an overly complicated coffee drink. "Ow, unfair. You never hit Louis when he says it."
"Louis pays for it in other ways," Liam says flatly. George promptly scrubs that image out of his head too. Really, bakery incest is not what he signed up for when he agreed to become the barista for One Direction. "George, I need you to work the register while Harry handles the phone orders for a while. Josh is swamped and I had to move JJ back to decorating because the wedding cake order isn't finished yet."
As it turns out, George works the register for the rest of his shift. They really need more staff to help deal with the fact that they do custom dessert orders now, and Liam's been trying to hire some new people but apparently hiring new people is a process. George asked about it once, and Louis told him that One Direction was a very prestigious bakery and they only hired the best. Harry said that Liam was just picky.
By the time he comes into work the next day, George has forgotten about the special pastry for Jaymi. He drinks about three lattes to wake himself up and Niall feeds him some kind of hand pie because Niall feels sorry for him. Apparently they're getting new hires soon-ish, which is good because George kind of feels like he's going to fall apart at the seams.
"At least you weren't around for Naked Server Night," Louis says cheerfully. George has heard stories about Naked Server Night. He never ever wants to do a Naked Server Night. "You get used to feeling like you're going to fall over, I promise."
George thinks Louis is a filthy liar, but he doesn't have the energy to say that. Instead, he just boxes up more pastries and makes more lattes. By the time Jaymi comes in, Liam has actually forced George to take a break. He's still behind the counter, but he's drinking more coffee. It's just straight coffee, because making fancy coffee is effort and shit, and George can't wait until he gets to go the fuck home.
"Wow," Jaymi says. He looks extremely concerned, and George wonders if he looks as bad as he feels. "You look like shit. Do you need me to bring you food or something? I can go get you a Chinese from down the street."
"No," George says. He's going to say that he'll be fine in a minute when Louis cuts him off.
"Take George out for lunch. Just bring him back within an hour or so, yeah?" Louis has that grin on his face, the one that George has learned means he's scheming and nothing good is going to happen. "I trust you. How'd you like the cake?"
Jaymi goes bright red when Louis asks about the cake, and the coffee has kicked in enough that George is actually rather curious about why that is. "It was good," Jaymi says. He seems nervy all of a sudden, and George wants to know why. "I, ah. Appreciated it. Thank you."
"I'll tell Niall," Louis says. He's still got that grin on his face, and George is increasingly worried. "Go on, then. Take George out before he collapses on us."
Looking over at George, Jaymi tilts his head questioningly. George thinks about it for a moment and then shrugs his apron off and comes around the counter. "Okay, let's go."
They walk to a place a block or two away, a quiet little restaurant where the whole bakery sometimes goes to have a party, and sit in a booth tucked away in a corner. Jaymi still hasn't shaken the nervousness, and George wonders why that is. Sure, Jaymi's just a bakery customer but George had kind of assumed they were at least friends. If Jaymi came in during George's break, sometimes he'd stay and chat for a bit with George. That's how George knew that Jaymi was studying to become a pâtissier and he came to One Direction so often because he admired Niall's work.
"Sorry," George says, because he feels like he should apologize. "Louis can be kind of an ass. I'll buy your pastry to make up for it."
"You, um." Jaymi fiddled with the napkin twisting the corner. "You don't have to do that. I offered first, remember?"
In George's opinion, that doesn't really matter but he doesn't push it. Instead, he asks what he wanted to ask while they were still in the bakery. "What was the thing Niall made you yesterday?"
The blush on Jaymi's face returns, and now George is really curious. How in the hell can a pastry be embarrassing? Unless it was, like. A penis-shaped cake or something, which Niall can't really picture Niall making. Or, more accurately: can't picture JJ decorating.
"It was a strawberry chiffon with lemon custard filling." There's a little pile of napkin pieces growing under Jaymi's hand. "And your phone number on top. The box said that it's apparently your favorite cake."
George just stares at Jaymi for a moment. There's a lot that he should be saying, but he can't seem to manage to get words coming out of his mouth. Niall made Jaymi a cake that George has repeatedly claimed as his favorite and put his phone number on top. Or, well. JJ probably put George's phone number on top, because JJ decorates most of the cakes. Either way, George can't tell if this is the most mortifying thing that's ever happened to him or if catching Liam and Zayn and Harry canoodling in the alleyway still wins.
Probably bakery incest wins any day of the week. The current situation ranks pretty high, though, because George can't tell if it's a joke or if it's an elaborate ploy to get Jaymi to date him. George is never, ever getting plastered around Louis again. Ever. Louis remembers too many things the morning after.
". . . I'm. I'm going to kill Louis," George says solemnly. "And then I'm going to kill Harry. But then Liam will kill me."
"I'd rather you stay alive." Jaymi's finally looking at George, face earnest. George kind of maybe wants to melt a little. "And maybe let me take you out on a real date this Monday."
Oh god. Oh god, George really is going to kill Louis and Harry dead. He doesn't even care that Liam will kill him dead afterwards, because this is so embarrassing and no. No, it's not happening. It's not. George is dreaming, he has to be. He'll wake up any second now and have to go to work and this will have never happened because George is redder than red velvet and just. Why.
"Please?" Jaymi looks a little desperate. "You don't have to if you absolutely don't want to or something, it's just that I really fancy you and I think I have your family's permission, more or less and -"
There are a lot of reasons why George chooses to kiss Jaymi instead of using words like a normal person, but he can't really articulate any of them. Jaymi's shocked for about one and a half seconds, but then he's kissing George back and that's the story of how George and Jaymi get together.
Because George's life is stupid, though, about two months after he and Jaymi get together, Jaymi starts working at the bakery too. They throw a party that George is aware is equal parts celebrating Jaymi's addition (and the addition of some other miscellaneous helpers) and celebrating the fact that the bakery's unbroken tradition of dating within the bakery is unbroken.
(JJ maintains that he didn't put George's number on the cake, which means that Zayn probably put his number on the cake and George tries to be properly mad at Zayn for a couple of days only Zayn is the nicest person in the entire bakery. It's scientifically impossible to stay mad at Zayn, because Zayn's smile cures anger. Honest to god.)
Working with Jaymi actually isn't that bad. He slots right into the craziness that is a normal day at One Direction, and only catches on fire a little bit that one time. Liam says Jaymi's not allowed blowtorches anymore, which George is quite alright with. That does mean only Liam and Matt are actually allowed to use the blowtorches, though. Apparently this one time Zayn nearly caught his hair on fire during their school days, and Aiden had a similar experience.
If you had told George that working in a bakery was a hazard to your health, he probably would have laughed. Having worked in One Direction for nearly a year, George is well aware that even the most smoothly run kitchen can still be quite dangerous. Jaymi gets by without hurting himself too badly, though, and George appreciates that.
(One of the five young recruits they'd picked up, the one with the hair that changed color about once a week, was so disastrous in the kitchen that they permanently placed him on delivery. He was very good at driving the van and delivering things. Everything else? Not so much.)
For the first couple of months, Jaymi and George are both trying to settle into some kind of routine again and they don't see much of each other except at work. It bothers George a little bit, but not a whole lot because Harry tells George that Liam doesn't mind "makeout breaks" as long as they're not more than five minutes and there's not more than five of them. George and Jaymi spend a lot of time making out in the alleyway.
Eventually, though, Jaymi shows up at George's flat on their day off. He's got a take-out with him, and a box George recognizes as being stolen from the bakery. He assumes it's stolen, anyway, because Jaymi and Niall both have a thing about fresh pastries and the bakery's currently closed.
"Hi," Jaymi says nervously. "I hope you haven't already eaten."
"I was just about to make something," George admits. He steps aside, letting Jaymi in, and tries to think if he's left anything embarrassing lying out.
It's probably a lost cause at this point if there is anything embarrassing, so George tries not to worry about it. Jaymi's already setting out the food, mysterious box still closed, and George tries not to ask what's in it. He's not curious, except for how he's totally curious about what's in the pastry box. He can't tell if that's a learned response from working in the bakery for so long or his inner five-year-old, which is slightly worrisome.
"Sorry we haven't seen much of each other since I started working at the bakery." Jaymi pulls plates down from the cupboard, and George is internally pleased that he remembered where they were. "I mean, outside of the bakery."
"I don't even see that much of you at the bakery," George says. It comes out a little sulkily, which was not what he intended. "Liam doesn't even let me in the kitchen without supervision. I'm bottom rung of the bakery."
"No. That would be Ashton, he's even more useless than you are." Jaymi splits the chow mein and then pushes one of the containers toward George, who takes it. It's true, though. Ashton can't work the coffee machines, which puts George a step above him. "You also rank above me and the other new hires, technically. Harry and Louis just rank above you."
George can't even say anything to something so sensible. Instead, he eats his chow mein and they fall into a comfortable silence. When they're done, Jaymi puts the dishes in the sink and grabs the mysterious box and sets it in front of George. He's a little afraid to touch it without permission, but Jaymi just nudges the box forward a little more.
"Well go on. Open your present."
"It's a present?" George raises an eyebrow before he starts opening the box. It's not as smooth as closing the box would be, because it isn't like he gets much practice, and Jaymi just watches him. If George is being honest, Jaymi looks quite nervous about this whole ordeal. "It's not my birthday or anything."
"I know," Jaymi says. "I just wanted to make you something."
Finally managing to work the tape off, George opens the box and . . . He's actually not sure if he'd rather laugh or cry, because there's a cake in the box. And, even without tasting it, George knows that it's strawberry chiffon with lemon custard filling because there's nothing else it could be. The cake reads come to bed with me? and George just.
"I'm going to tell the whole bakery that you did this," George says. He digs around in his pocket for his phone, and snaps a picture of the cake. "This is clearly the product of the bakery incest thing."
"George," Jaymi says. He grabs the phone out of George's hand before he can text Harry, and sets it aside. "Come to bed with me."
"Nobody says that," George says. He can feel the giggles welling up in his throat, and he's distinctly aware that he hasn't answered the question at all. Swallowing down the giggles, George breathes. "But okay. Okay, I'll come to bed with you."
The way Jaymi smiles, slow and warm like sunrises, and holds out his hand. George takes it, feeling a little bit ridiculous, and lets Jaymi lead him into his own room. He feels nervous and it's so totally stupid, because this isn't even the first time they've fucked. He thinks, though, that this is maybe the first time it hasn't been rushed because they didn't have time or they were both stupidly, stupidly exhausted.
Jaymi's hands are warm against George's skin, and he smells like bakery. George had told his friend Ella that, once, and she had tilted her head and asked him what that meant. George couldn't explain it then, and he can't explain it now-the way Jaymi smells is the same way Niall or Liam do, but not the same as Harry or Louis or even Josh. He smells the way the bakery does when there are fresh breads coming out of the oven and sugar dusting everyone's skin, when fillings are being mixed and cakes are baking. It's a smell that seeps into the skin, and Jaymi wears it like a cloak in the same way that George wears the scent of coffee.
If he told you that the smell of bakery was his favorite smell, he would be lying because his favorite smell is the way coffee grounds smell before they've been made into coffee: secretive and dark, like the way the chanteuse smiles in dimly lit lounges filled with smoke. The smell of bakery, however, is a smell that George associates with being safe and warm and loved, because no matter how much he complains about working at One Direction he also never wants to work anywhere else.
So George breathes in the way the bakery has seeped into Jaymi's skin while Jaymi works him open, buries his face in the slope of Jaymi's neck and moans because yes yes please. He can't make his mouth form the words, can't make his tongue tell Jaymi that he wants this more than anything. That there is no place else he would rather be.
He thinks that Jaymi probably knows that anyway, can read it into the way George's fingers grasp for purchase and the choked off noise he makes when Jaymi finally finally thrusts forward. Jaymi keeps him grounded, kisses his forehead and tells him that he's the most beautiful thing in the whole world. He feels like it too.
Days or maybe years later, when they're both finally spent and curled around each other like the dough for the bread knots George is 100% sure Liam only makes because they're Louis' favorite, George will touch their foreheads together and say I love you.
Then, Jaymi will say: I know.
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Fandom/Pairings: X Factor RPF; George/Jaymi, 1D OT5
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I was going to change the title, but then I didn't feel like it! If you don't understand the title, you should maybe read you just keep on trying (until you run out of cake) first. Incidentally, this took 5ever to write.
Disclaimer: PLEASE GO AWAY.
I HATE YOU NOW GO AND OWN A BAKERY 2:
ELECTRIC BOOGALOO
There's not a lot of male customers at One Direction, and even fewer male customers that aren't at the bakery for their girlfriends or wives or sisters or some other female in their life. That being said, Jaymi is not the bakery's only gay customer, but he's the one that comes by the most often. George likes him best, because he lets George chose what he buys. Niall keeps telling George not to, but George is better at flavor stuff than Harry by a lot. Or at least a little. Either way, Jaymi usually likes what George picks out for him so George counts it as a win in his favor.
One day, though, Jaymi comes by and Harry cuts George off before he can suggest anything. He shoves a box in Jaymi's hands and grins. "It's on the house and specially made for you."
"Um," Jaymi says. He looks over at George, who shrugs helplessly. "Thank you? I . . . guess I'll see you tomorrow, George."
"Of course." George grins, jamming his elbow into Harry's side. Harry yelps, and George feels accomplished. "Enjoy your . . . whatever that is."
Jaymi waves as he exits the shop, and George waves back. While Harry's checking out the next customer, George elbows him again. "What was that all about? Niall doesn't make anything special for customers unless they order it."
"He does when I ask him to." Harry smiles at the next customer, who giggles, and rings her up while George tries to scrub the image of Niall doing things to Harry out of his brain. He knows about the . . . bakery incest thing, but he doesn't like thinking about it. He just doesn't. "Don't make that face, Gorgeous George. You're being paid to be pretty, not a sourpuss."
"I'm not being paid to be pretty!" George huffs, boxing a creampuff angrily. Which is hard to do without damaging the creampuff, but George has had practice. "I'm being paid to box pastries and make coffee."
"Oi," Louis yells from the second cash register, "less talking and more boxing, prettyboy."
"This bakery is a madhouse!" George moans dramatically, which earns him a smack on the back of the head from Liam. George rubs at it while he moves to make someone an overly complicated coffee drink. "Ow, unfair. You never hit Louis when he says it."
"Louis pays for it in other ways," Liam says flatly. George promptly scrubs that image out of his head too. Really, bakery incest is not what he signed up for when he agreed to become the barista for One Direction. "George, I need you to work the register while Harry handles the phone orders for a while. Josh is swamped and I had to move JJ back to decorating because the wedding cake order isn't finished yet."
As it turns out, George works the register for the rest of his shift. They really need more staff to help deal with the fact that they do custom dessert orders now, and Liam's been trying to hire some new people but apparently hiring new people is a process. George asked about it once, and Louis told him that One Direction was a very prestigious bakery and they only hired the best. Harry said that Liam was just picky.
By the time he comes into work the next day, George has forgotten about the special pastry for Jaymi. He drinks about three lattes to wake himself up and Niall feeds him some kind of hand pie because Niall feels sorry for him. Apparently they're getting new hires soon-ish, which is good because George kind of feels like he's going to fall apart at the seams.
"At least you weren't around for Naked Server Night," Louis says cheerfully. George has heard stories about Naked Server Night. He never ever wants to do a Naked Server Night. "You get used to feeling like you're going to fall over, I promise."
George thinks Louis is a filthy liar, but he doesn't have the energy to say that. Instead, he just boxes up more pastries and makes more lattes. By the time Jaymi comes in, Liam has actually forced George to take a break. He's still behind the counter, but he's drinking more coffee. It's just straight coffee, because making fancy coffee is effort and shit, and George can't wait until he gets to go the fuck home.
"Wow," Jaymi says. He looks extremely concerned, and George wonders if he looks as bad as he feels. "You look like shit. Do you need me to bring you food or something? I can go get you a Chinese from down the street."
"No," George says. He's going to say that he'll be fine in a minute when Louis cuts him off.
"Take George out for lunch. Just bring him back within an hour or so, yeah?" Louis has that grin on his face, the one that George has learned means he's scheming and nothing good is going to happen. "I trust you. How'd you like the cake?"
Jaymi goes bright red when Louis asks about the cake, and the coffee has kicked in enough that George is actually rather curious about why that is. "It was good," Jaymi says. He seems nervy all of a sudden, and George wants to know why. "I, ah. Appreciated it. Thank you."
"I'll tell Niall," Louis says. He's still got that grin on his face, and George is increasingly worried. "Go on, then. Take George out before he collapses on us."
Looking over at George, Jaymi tilts his head questioningly. George thinks about it for a moment and then shrugs his apron off and comes around the counter. "Okay, let's go."
They walk to a place a block or two away, a quiet little restaurant where the whole bakery sometimes goes to have a party, and sit in a booth tucked away in a corner. Jaymi still hasn't shaken the nervousness, and George wonders why that is. Sure, Jaymi's just a bakery customer but George had kind of assumed they were at least friends. If Jaymi came in during George's break, sometimes he'd stay and chat for a bit with George. That's how George knew that Jaymi was studying to become a pâtissier and he came to One Direction so often because he admired Niall's work.
"Sorry," George says, because he feels like he should apologize. "Louis can be kind of an ass. I'll buy your pastry to make up for it."
"You, um." Jaymi fiddled with the napkin twisting the corner. "You don't have to do that. I offered first, remember?"
In George's opinion, that doesn't really matter but he doesn't push it. Instead, he asks what he wanted to ask while they were still in the bakery. "What was the thing Niall made you yesterday?"
The blush on Jaymi's face returns, and now George is really curious. How in the hell can a pastry be embarrassing? Unless it was, like. A penis-shaped cake or something, which Niall can't really picture Niall making. Or, more accurately: can't picture JJ decorating.
"It was a strawberry chiffon with lemon custard filling." There's a little pile of napkin pieces growing under Jaymi's hand. "And your phone number on top. The box said that it's apparently your favorite cake."
George just stares at Jaymi for a moment. There's a lot that he should be saying, but he can't seem to manage to get words coming out of his mouth. Niall made Jaymi a cake that George has repeatedly claimed as his favorite and put his phone number on top. Or, well. JJ probably put George's phone number on top, because JJ decorates most of the cakes. Either way, George can't tell if this is the most mortifying thing that's ever happened to him or if catching Liam and Zayn and Harry canoodling in the alleyway still wins.
Probably bakery incest wins any day of the week. The current situation ranks pretty high, though, because George can't tell if it's a joke or if it's an elaborate ploy to get Jaymi to date him. George is never, ever getting plastered around Louis again. Ever. Louis remembers too many things the morning after.
". . . I'm. I'm going to kill Louis," George says solemnly. "And then I'm going to kill Harry. But then Liam will kill me."
"I'd rather you stay alive." Jaymi's finally looking at George, face earnest. George kind of maybe wants to melt a little. "And maybe let me take you out on a real date this Monday."
Oh god. Oh god, George really is going to kill Louis and Harry dead. He doesn't even care that Liam will kill him dead afterwards, because this is so embarrassing and no. No, it's not happening. It's not. George is dreaming, he has to be. He'll wake up any second now and have to go to work and this will have never happened because George is redder than red velvet and just. Why.
"Please?" Jaymi looks a little desperate. "You don't have to if you absolutely don't want to or something, it's just that I really fancy you and I think I have your family's permission, more or less and -"
There are a lot of reasons why George chooses to kiss Jaymi instead of using words like a normal person, but he can't really articulate any of them. Jaymi's shocked for about one and a half seconds, but then he's kissing George back and that's the story of how George and Jaymi get together.
Because George's life is stupid, though, about two months after he and Jaymi get together, Jaymi starts working at the bakery too. They throw a party that George is aware is equal parts celebrating Jaymi's addition (and the addition of some other miscellaneous helpers) and celebrating the fact that the bakery's unbroken tradition of dating within the bakery is unbroken.
(JJ maintains that he didn't put George's number on the cake, which means that Zayn probably put his number on the cake and George tries to be properly mad at Zayn for a couple of days only Zayn is the nicest person in the entire bakery. It's scientifically impossible to stay mad at Zayn, because Zayn's smile cures anger. Honest to god.)
Working with Jaymi actually isn't that bad. He slots right into the craziness that is a normal day at One Direction, and only catches on fire a little bit that one time. Liam says Jaymi's not allowed blowtorches anymore, which George is quite alright with. That does mean only Liam and Matt are actually allowed to use the blowtorches, though. Apparently this one time Zayn nearly caught his hair on fire during their school days, and Aiden had a similar experience.
If you had told George that working in a bakery was a hazard to your health, he probably would have laughed. Having worked in One Direction for nearly a year, George is well aware that even the most smoothly run kitchen can still be quite dangerous. Jaymi gets by without hurting himself too badly, though, and George appreciates that.
(One of the five young recruits they'd picked up, the one with the hair that changed color about once a week, was so disastrous in the kitchen that they permanently placed him on delivery. He was very good at driving the van and delivering things. Everything else? Not so much.)
For the first couple of months, Jaymi and George are both trying to settle into some kind of routine again and they don't see much of each other except at work. It bothers George a little bit, but not a whole lot because Harry tells George that Liam doesn't mind "makeout breaks" as long as they're not more than five minutes and there's not more than five of them. George and Jaymi spend a lot of time making out in the alleyway.
Eventually, though, Jaymi shows up at George's flat on their day off. He's got a take-out with him, and a box George recognizes as being stolen from the bakery. He assumes it's stolen, anyway, because Jaymi and Niall both have a thing about fresh pastries and the bakery's currently closed.
"Hi," Jaymi says nervously. "I hope you haven't already eaten."
"I was just about to make something," George admits. He steps aside, letting Jaymi in, and tries to think if he's left anything embarrassing lying out.
It's probably a lost cause at this point if there is anything embarrassing, so George tries not to worry about it. Jaymi's already setting out the food, mysterious box still closed, and George tries not to ask what's in it. He's not curious, except for how he's totally curious about what's in the pastry box. He can't tell if that's a learned response from working in the bakery for so long or his inner five-year-old, which is slightly worrisome.
"Sorry we haven't seen much of each other since I started working at the bakery." Jaymi pulls plates down from the cupboard, and George is internally pleased that he remembered where they were. "I mean, outside of the bakery."
"I don't even see that much of you at the bakery," George says. It comes out a little sulkily, which was not what he intended. "Liam doesn't even let me in the kitchen without supervision. I'm bottom rung of the bakery."
"No. That would be Ashton, he's even more useless than you are." Jaymi splits the chow mein and then pushes one of the containers toward George, who takes it. It's true, though. Ashton can't work the coffee machines, which puts George a step above him. "You also rank above me and the other new hires, technically. Harry and Louis just rank above you."
George can't even say anything to something so sensible. Instead, he eats his chow mein and they fall into a comfortable silence. When they're done, Jaymi puts the dishes in the sink and grabs the mysterious box and sets it in front of George. He's a little afraid to touch it without permission, but Jaymi just nudges the box forward a little more.
"Well go on. Open your present."
"It's a present?" George raises an eyebrow before he starts opening the box. It's not as smooth as closing the box would be, because it isn't like he gets much practice, and Jaymi just watches him. If George is being honest, Jaymi looks quite nervous about this whole ordeal. "It's not my birthday or anything."
"I know," Jaymi says. "I just wanted to make you something."
Finally managing to work the tape off, George opens the box and . . . He's actually not sure if he'd rather laugh or cry, because there's a cake in the box. And, even without tasting it, George knows that it's strawberry chiffon with lemon custard filling because there's nothing else it could be. The cake reads come to bed with me? and George just.
"I'm going to tell the whole bakery that you did this," George says. He digs around in his pocket for his phone, and snaps a picture of the cake. "This is clearly the product of the bakery incest thing."
"George," Jaymi says. He grabs the phone out of George's hand before he can text Harry, and sets it aside. "Come to bed with me."
"Nobody says that," George says. He can feel the giggles welling up in his throat, and he's distinctly aware that he hasn't answered the question at all. Swallowing down the giggles, George breathes. "But okay. Okay, I'll come to bed with you."
The way Jaymi smiles, slow and warm like sunrises, and holds out his hand. George takes it, feeling a little bit ridiculous, and lets Jaymi lead him into his own room. He feels nervous and it's so totally stupid, because this isn't even the first time they've fucked. He thinks, though, that this is maybe the first time it hasn't been rushed because they didn't have time or they were both stupidly, stupidly exhausted.
Jaymi's hands are warm against George's skin, and he smells like bakery. George had told his friend Ella that, once, and she had tilted her head and asked him what that meant. George couldn't explain it then, and he can't explain it now-the way Jaymi smells is the same way Niall or Liam do, but not the same as Harry or Louis or even Josh. He smells the way the bakery does when there are fresh breads coming out of the oven and sugar dusting everyone's skin, when fillings are being mixed and cakes are baking. It's a smell that seeps into the skin, and Jaymi wears it like a cloak in the same way that George wears the scent of coffee.
If he told you that the smell of bakery was his favorite smell, he would be lying because his favorite smell is the way coffee grounds smell before they've been made into coffee: secretive and dark, like the way the chanteuse smiles in dimly lit lounges filled with smoke. The smell of bakery, however, is a smell that George associates with being safe and warm and loved, because no matter how much he complains about working at One Direction he also never wants to work anywhere else.
So George breathes in the way the bakery has seeped into Jaymi's skin while Jaymi works him open, buries his face in the slope of Jaymi's neck and moans because yes yes please. He can't make his mouth form the words, can't make his tongue tell Jaymi that he wants this more than anything. That there is no place else he would rather be.
He thinks that Jaymi probably knows that anyway, can read it into the way George's fingers grasp for purchase and the choked off noise he makes when Jaymi finally finally thrusts forward. Jaymi keeps him grounded, kisses his forehead and tells him that he's the most beautiful thing in the whole world. He feels like it too.
Days or maybe years later, when they're both finally spent and curled around each other like the dough for the bread knots George is 100% sure Liam only makes because they're Louis' favorite, George will touch their foreheads together and say I love you.
Then, Jaymi will say: I know.
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