Finally
Title: Finally
Author: parishs
Rating: uhm....
Word Count:715
Summary: totally AU, the start of something beautiful, Cal's POV. Including Thom.
Beta: My beautiful Prince
Disclaimer: well, I own Eastsiders for a bit I guess, but not artistically....
He thinks I’m a virgin. I knew that picture of me would make him come back to my table.
I have seen him look at me so many times. He doesn’t know if he likes me because I am hipster or because I am something he cannot define yet. He is used to being chased, as a waiter girls and guys flirt with him to get a free drink or get him in their bed.
I have been sitting here so many days and nights that I know how his life works. He is really good in his work, he is friendly and nice, and calm, even when guests keep complaining about stupid things. His smile is plastered on his face, but it’s a genuine one, he just loves his life.
Either he is single, or he has a boyfriend with a big heart. I know he has slept with a couple of patrons, but that’s a while ago.
I know where he lives, it was so easy to follow him home, he didn’t look back once. He is a happy go lucky guy. He reads a lot in his freetime. He has cats, I see him carry cat food into his house every week.
I look at him from behind my laptop. He thinks I am a photographer. I could be, because some of the pictures of him on my Instagram account are really good. Kathy told me last night that my fascination with this guy was really getting creepy. When she summed up what I knew about Thom and what I did to be close to him, I had to admit that she was right.
He lives under my skin, he is the one I dream about every night. He is the one I want to…..but the thing is…….I cannot risk losing him. If somehow I could find out if he likes it the way I want it, then we could be real, maybe, one day. But if my fascination grosses him out, I couldn’t live with it. So I just stare at him from behind my computer and get inspired to write another story for Nifty.org.
Wrapped up in my story, I didn’t hear him. His hand on my shoulder almost makes that I want to run. He has never touched me before. He stands behind me and I feel this urge to close my laptop. He can’t see what he awoke in me. But I just sit there and try not to breath.
“Do you want a refill?”, he asks. His emotional voice touches me every time, I can only inhale and hope that my heart keeps beating. “Or is it time for a Moskovskaya already?”, he whispered in my neck.
He is back behind the counter when I finally exhale. Je-sus. This can’t be a coincidence. How could he know what my favorite vodka brand was? He dropped a bomb, a grenade, and I have no clue what that means, what I’m supposed to do.
I look at him and he smiles while he pours the transparent liquid in a coffee cup. Now my heart stops beating. He knows. He knows me, he reads my stories on Nifty.org. When he looks at me, I see a desire in his brown eyes that was never there. He takes off his apron while he walks my way. He gives me my drink and smiles. “Here Master”, he says, “time to take control”.
Lost in his eyes, I can see his understanding. He knows me. And he agrees. He sticks out his hand and waits till I grab it.
“sub25”, he says.
“It’s you”, is all I can say. “I didn’t know…”.
Suddenly I realize that he needs something different from me, but I have to be sure we are on the same page.
“You’re okay?”, I ask.
He nods. “It’s going to be like we discussed on the site, right?”, he asks. “Just you and me?”.
How can he ask me that? All I can think about is him. I know his secret desires and he know mine. We have been talking about them for months, anonymously, on the site. And now we are going to make them a reality.
“Get up”, I order.
“Not here”, he answers. “Only behind closed doors”.
Author: parishs
Rating: uhm....
Word Count:715
Summary: totally AU, the start of something beautiful, Cal's POV. Including Thom.
Beta: My beautiful Prince
Disclaimer: well, I own Eastsiders for a bit I guess, but not artistically....
He thinks I’m a virgin. I knew that picture of me would make him come back to my table.
I have seen him look at me so many times. He doesn’t know if he likes me because I am hipster or because I am something he cannot define yet. He is used to being chased, as a waiter girls and guys flirt with him to get a free drink or get him in their bed.
I have been sitting here so many days and nights that I know how his life works. He is really good in his work, he is friendly and nice, and calm, even when guests keep complaining about stupid things. His smile is plastered on his face, but it’s a genuine one, he just loves his life.
Either he is single, or he has a boyfriend with a big heart. I know he has slept with a couple of patrons, but that’s a while ago.
I know where he lives, it was so easy to follow him home, he didn’t look back once. He is a happy go lucky guy. He reads a lot in his freetime. He has cats, I see him carry cat food into his house every week.
I look at him from behind my laptop. He thinks I am a photographer. I could be, because some of the pictures of him on my Instagram account are really good. Kathy told me last night that my fascination with this guy was really getting creepy. When she summed up what I knew about Thom and what I did to be close to him, I had to admit that she was right.
He lives under my skin, he is the one I dream about every night. He is the one I want to…..but the thing is…….I cannot risk losing him. If somehow I could find out if he likes it the way I want it, then we could be real, maybe, one day. But if my fascination grosses him out, I couldn’t live with it. So I just stare at him from behind my computer and get inspired to write another story for Nifty.org.
Wrapped up in my story, I didn’t hear him. His hand on my shoulder almost makes that I want to run. He has never touched me before. He stands behind me and I feel this urge to close my laptop. He can’t see what he awoke in me. But I just sit there and try not to breath.
“Do you want a refill?”, he asks. His emotional voice touches me every time, I can only inhale and hope that my heart keeps beating. “Or is it time for a Moskovskaya already?”, he whispered in my neck.
He is back behind the counter when I finally exhale. Je-sus. This can’t be a coincidence. How could he know what my favorite vodka brand was? He dropped a bomb, a grenade, and I have no clue what that means, what I’m supposed to do.
I look at him and he smiles while he pours the transparent liquid in a coffee cup. Now my heart stops beating. He knows. He knows me, he reads my stories on Nifty.org. When he looks at me, I see a desire in his brown eyes that was never there. He takes off his apron while he walks my way. He gives me my drink and smiles. “Here Master”, he says, “time to take control”.
Lost in his eyes, I can see his understanding. He knows me. And he agrees. He sticks out his hand and waits till I grab it.
“sub25”, he says.
“It’s you”, is all I can say. “I didn’t know…”.
Suddenly I realize that he needs something different from me, but I have to be sure we are on the same page.
“You’re okay?”, I ask.
He nods. “It’s going to be like we discussed on the site, right?”, he asks. “Just you and me?”.
How can he ask me that? All I can think about is him. I know his secret desires and he know mine. We have been talking about them for months, anonymously, on the site. And now we are going to make them a reality.
“Get up”, I order.
“Not here”, he answers. “Only behind closed doors”.