Status: Complete
16 Boys
Jobs, We Have Them.
“Rapa para mujeres estan ala izquierdu.” Gabe says to a customer, whose smile fades.
“Sorry, he means, female cloths are to the left.” Frank translates, pulling Gabe away. “English, Gabe, learn it.”
“Yeah yeah. Break time, right?” Gabe asks Patrick as he walks by.
“Go ahead. But no fucking in the supply closest.” He warns.
“Bathroom?” Reluctantly, Patrick nods. “Bilvy! Let’s go baby.”
“Now that they’re gone...” Pete whispers in Patrick’s ear. “’Trick.”
“Mikey! Watch the store.” Patrick calls as Pete pulls him towards the empty supply closest.
“Have fun!” Frank calls, absentmindedly walking towards Mikey.
Pete laughs as he locks the door, “shh.” Patrick tells him, “I owe you this.”
“You don’t owe me anything, ‘Trick.”Pete tells him, “I love you.” He pulls Patrick into a heated kiss.
“I love you too.” Patrick tells him as he lowers himself on to his knees. Hands fumbling around Pete’s belt, he laughs, “Little help?” Expertly Pete undoes his belt, helping Patrick push his skinny jeans and boxers down to his ankles. “Fuck.” Pete moans as Patrick’s lips curl around his head, a sudden urgency in his actions. Pushing himself, Patrick takes in as much of Pete as he can before gagging and it takes all Pete has not to buck his hips and fuck Patrick’s mouth.
Patrick attempts to deep throat Pete again, causing Pete to just lose it. A long line of expletives mixed with Patrick’s name and warnings leave his mouth as he cums. Pete’s vision goes black and he’s left breathless as Patrick stands up. “’Trick. Holy fuck. You didn’t have to do that.
“Maybe I wanted too.” Patrick smirks.
“I’ll pay you back tonight, pinky promise.” Pete says, holding out his pinky finger, because everyone knows you can’t break a pinky promise.
“Pete, someone wants to talk to you.” Ray calls, tapping on the closest door.
“Motherfuckers.” Pete mumbles to Patrick, before calling “Give me a minute.” To Ray.
Pulling Pete’s jeans up, Patrick struggles to get them up fully and Pete resorts to doing the skinny jean dance, wiggling his hips, playfully. He kisses Patrick’s forehead before opening the door.
“Can I help you?” Pete asks, when he reaches Ray, who was waiting with the impatient looking customer. “Never mind.” She says, a look of distaste on her face as Patrick comes out of the supply closest. She mumbles something offensive under her breathe, seeing her face and hearing her remark, Patrick kisses Pete and yells to her back, “We only hire gay people, sweetie.”
“Sorry, he means, female cloths are to the left.” Frank translates, pulling Gabe away. “English, Gabe, learn it.”
“Yeah yeah. Break time, right?” Gabe asks Patrick as he walks by.
“Go ahead. But no fucking in the supply closest.” He warns.
“Bathroom?” Reluctantly, Patrick nods. “Bilvy! Let’s go baby.”
“Now that they’re gone...” Pete whispers in Patrick’s ear. “’Trick.”
“Mikey! Watch the store.” Patrick calls as Pete pulls him towards the empty supply closest.
“Have fun!” Frank calls, absentmindedly walking towards Mikey.
Pete laughs as he locks the door, “shh.” Patrick tells him, “I owe you this.”
“You don’t owe me anything, ‘Trick.”Pete tells him, “I love you.” He pulls Patrick into a heated kiss.
“I love you too.” Patrick tells him as he lowers himself on to his knees. Hands fumbling around Pete’s belt, he laughs, “Little help?” Expertly Pete undoes his belt, helping Patrick push his skinny jeans and boxers down to his ankles. “Fuck.” Pete moans as Patrick’s lips curl around his head, a sudden urgency in his actions. Pushing himself, Patrick takes in as much of Pete as he can before gagging and it takes all Pete has not to buck his hips and fuck Patrick’s mouth.
Patrick attempts to deep throat Pete again, causing Pete to just lose it. A long line of expletives mixed with Patrick’s name and warnings leave his mouth as he cums. Pete’s vision goes black and he’s left breathless as Patrick stands up. “’Trick. Holy fuck. You didn’t have to do that.
“Maybe I wanted too.” Patrick smirks.
“I’ll pay you back tonight, pinky promise.” Pete says, holding out his pinky finger, because everyone knows you can’t break a pinky promise.
“Pete, someone wants to talk to you.” Ray calls, tapping on the closest door.
“Motherfuckers.” Pete mumbles to Patrick, before calling “Give me a minute.” To Ray.
Pulling Pete’s jeans up, Patrick struggles to get them up fully and Pete resorts to doing the skinny jean dance, wiggling his hips, playfully. He kisses Patrick’s forehead before opening the door.
“Can I help you?” Pete asks, when he reaches Ray, who was waiting with the impatient looking customer. “Never mind.” She says, a look of distaste on her face as Patrick comes out of the supply closest. She mumbles something offensive under her breathe, seeing her face and hearing her remark, Patrick kisses Pete and yells to her back, “We only hire gay people, sweetie.”
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