Shishida brushed his hand over Atori's collarbone and up her neck, twisting his fingers in her hair. The pale skin underneath quickly blushed under his calloused fingers. Her face was just as pink as her increasingly bare body.
“Shi-Shishida-san,” she stuttered, soft hands closing around his wrist.
He slipped out of her grasp and trailed down the bodice of her dress to the bow at the back, tugging it loose. He allowed the satin strand to fall into a heap on the floor. Leaning in, he kissed her chastely, his hand working her dress even further down.
“Cho,” he whispered, untangling his hand from her hair and moving it down her side until it nicked the top of her petticoat. “May I?”
It continues on, but Ohtori can't read any further. He has an idea of what is going to happen. He blushes furiously and almost drops the bottle of glass cleaner. He doesn't know where Oshitari-san is, but his coffee is only half-full and pastry half-finished, so he really can't be too far away. You shouldn't have read it, he admonishes himself and goes back to cleaning the glass near Oshitari's table.
“Good afternoon, Ohtori-kun,” Oshitari breathes close to his ear and he chuckles at the visible shiver the young barista makes.
“G-Good afternoon, Oshitari-san,” he says shyly, turning around and backing up a little to give himself some distance between the two of them.
Oshitari raises a manicured eyebrow. “Have I done something to offend you?”
The barista shakes his head furiously. “Got cleaning to do,” he squeaks. “Excuse me.”
He rushes behind the counter and sinks behind it, bringing up his knees and burying his head in them. Oshitari shrugs and takes his seat and continues the scene.
Shishido gives him a curious glance as he comes out from the back. He ruffles the tuft of white hair and starts setting out the cups for the complementary coffee they offer throughout the day.
It's been fifteen minutes and Ohtori still hasn't gotten up. Thank goodness it hasn't been too busy. “You okay?”
Ohtori lifts his head, face still exceptionally red. “Do you know what Oshitari-san even writes?” he asks in a furious whisper. “It's like... I can't even say it.”
“Porn?” Shishido offers, suddenly intrigued. He looks at the author, staring at the window, fountain pen tapping absentmindedly on the notebook.
“Victorian era... I can't say it.”
“Oh, big deal,” Shishido says with a shrug. “Ain't nothin' bad about a hunky duke ripping the petticoats off a virginal broad.”
Ohtori's blush deepens. “You read that stuff?”
“Being familiar with a number of writing styles gets me in good with the ladies.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Halloween was a particular boon for me. The ladies love a man in armor.”
He cuts off the conversation to chat up a group of college girls. He makes their beverages and gives them little extras. They'll come back. They always do. Oshitari is now looking at him and Shishido nods in acknowledgment.
“Here you go girls. Chocolate sticks on the house,” he says with a wink and a smile.
“Thank you Shishido-kun,” they say in unison and giggle on their way out.
Ohtori stands nervously and Oshitari starts writing again, pen moving deftly over the slick pages. He watches the blue-haired writer for a brief moment before turning away.
“I don't think you should have anymore coffee today, Choutarou,” Shishido advises, wiping up the mess he made before Yukimura got onto him.
“I haven't had any,” Ohtori says, moving close to Shishido. “You know, I think he's writing about us.”
Shishido laughs heartily. “Homoerotic Victorian romance novels aren't going to sell.”
“I'm a girl,” he whispers. “You're the guy.”
“Am I a devilishly handsome rake?”
Ohtori smacks him lightly. “I'm being serious.”
“So am I!”
The younger barista groans, then Shishido is gone, refilling Oshitari's cup and chatting him up. He's never going to speak to either one of them again.