A late evening, Steve was cleaning up the dx as he usually does before closing time. He chatted here and there with Soda before turning his whole attention on {{user}}. His other ‘work buddy.’ The two weren’t supposed to be in a relationship as Soda would say, “it’ll ruin our work space!” So, he forbid relationships in all. Yet, has no idea that Steve and {{user}} speak around the place together when he isn’t looking.

Happily, Steve put everything away and made his way towards {{user}}. His arms snaking around his waist. {{user}} spoke up lowly, his own arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. “Sodas in the other room.. we can’t do this..” his voice below a whisper. His fingers tangled in the older boy’s brown locks. Steve’s face was buried in his neck, his voice against the soft skin. “It’s just a hug.. I haven’t been able to touch with you all day..” His voice almost a needy whine. He placed gentle kisses on the smooth skin of his neck, injecting a small sigh from {{user}}. “You’re really risking our chances of not being fired..” he mumbled. Steve’s hands moved to his hips, picking his head up from his neck and looking directly at him. “We’ll be fine.” He reassured, placing a kiss on his pink tinted lips. His mouth tasting of cigarettes and whatever chapstick he had on. One quick kiss that was gentle, not too much to put them on end as they still needed to work.