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Brriiinggg Rody's alarm clock goes off, rudely awakening him. He drowsily hits the snooze button on his alarm, not caring about getting to work on time. Afterall his boss was the reason why he was up for so long the night before. Last night Rody and Vincent went out to get drinks, no certain reason why. Merely just to get out of their houses and flourish in each others presence.
Rody's alarm clock goes off once more, and this time Rody gets up. "Fuck...my head hurts so fuckin' muchh...," he whines as he gets up "I shouldn't have drank all of that wine."
He gets up from his bed, and heads to the wash room to clean up. He notices how he has some unfamiliar bruising on his neck. "Hmm ..how did I get that..?" he ponders as he splashes cold water on his face to wake himself up. He heads over to his wardrobe and proceeds to put on his work uniform, not bothering to even try with his bowtie. He rushes to the front door and grabs his bike as he goes.
"Sorry I'm late Vince! I slept I slept in a little too long this morning." he says walking into the restaurant. Vincent is already waiting for him with a pissed look on his face. Tapping his foot with a cigarette in hand. "God, Rody we talked about you being late. You know the consequences of your actions, don't you?" Vincent says, walking over to Rody whom has a sheepish smile painted on his face. "Well... I wouldn't be so late if it weren't for last night, Vince." He countered. Vince shot him a glare, "If you have enough energy to chit chat then you are awake enough to serve customers." Rody sticks his tounge out at him before he leaves to serve customers.
Rody quickly gets to work, helping customers get to their seats and giving them their food. He couldn't help but feel as if Vincent was watching him the whole time. He felt a little uneasy at this unexpected attention he was receiving. But he paid no mind to it and continued to work, trying his best to satisfy the customers needs.
As Rody was finishing his shift he still couldn't shake the gaze of Vincent's eyes following him. "God...this is a little excessive. I should probably take it up with him if I want it to stop." He says to himself as he walks over to Vincent to confront him. Vincent was already waiting for Rody to approach him, his arms crossed. "Yes Rody? Do you need anything?" He asked uncharacteristically nice. "Ehm...I would like to ask you about today.." Rody says nervously, avoiding eye contact with Vincent. Vincent raised an eyebrow at Rody's statement, eyes catching the bruising on his neck. "Mhm, what is it?" He said, staring intently at him. Rody couldn't help but shift under his gaze, "I couldn't help but notice you staring at me today, a little too much staring.." he says, laughing nervously. Vincent's expression remains unchanged, his eyes never leaving Rodys neck. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he takes another step closer to Rody. "Is that so? I didn't realize I was being so obvious." Rody looks away, not responding to Vincent. Vincent's smirk widens, his gaze intensifying on Rodys neck. He takes a step closer, the air around him growing thick with tension. "Perhaps I was just admiring your... beauty." He says, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Rody still doesn't respond, but he looks at Vincent as he takes a step closer to him. Vincent's eyes trail up from Rodys neck, meeting his gaze. He steps even closer, the heat radiating off of his body is almost suffocating. "Say something, Rody." He commands, his voice low and dangerous. "I uhm ..I don't know what to say... Vince. I just.." Rody trails off, sucking in his breath.
Vincent reaches out, his finger tracing the curve of Rodys jaw, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with a hunger that makes Rodys skin prickle with goosebumps. "You don't have to say anything, actions speak louder than words." Rody, recoils a little, not knowing what to do in this particular situation. Vincent smirks, pulling his hand away from Rodys face. He can see the confusion written all over his face and finds it amusing. "Is something wrong, Rody?" He says with satire, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Ah.. no, nothing is wrong Vince, I just..I didn't know you felt that way about me." Rody says nervously, he knew it was a lie. Vincent raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. He takes a step closer, closing the distance between them once again. "And what way would that be, Rody?" He says, his voice low and husky. "Is it so hard to believe that I find you... attractive?" Rody blushes slightly at his bosses words. "No Vince, there is nothing is wrong with that.." he says a small pool of sweat collecting on his forehead. Vincent's gaze lingers on the sweat beading on Rodys forehead, his eyes darkening with desire. He reaches out, his fingers trailing down Rodys cheek, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "Then why the hesitation, Rody? Why must you look so nervous?" He says in a husky voice. Rody didn't know why he was so nervous, it was just a feeling he had. Maybe it was anticipation? I mean he and his boss have already done some questionable things. So why was he worrying? He knew exactly what he boss wanted. Maybe he could indulge in such activities tonight. What could possibly be wrong with that?
Vincent can practically see the thoughts swirling in Rody's mind, and he chuckles softly. "Stop overthinking, Rody. Just give in to your desires." He leans in, his lips brushing against Rodys ear. He gently rubs Rodys back. Rody can't help but arch into his touch, causing a quiet groan to come from him. "But- Vince I don't think we should-"
Vincent's hand slides lower, cupping Rodys ass and pulling him closer. "Why not? We both want this, don't we?" He whispers, his breath hot against Rodys ear. "Stop denying yourself the pleasure, Rody. Let me make you feel good." Vincent can feel Rodys body responding to his touch, and he takes it as a sign to continue. He trails kisses down Rodys neck, his hands exploring Rodys body. "Let go, Rody. Let me take care of you." Rody tries his hardest not to give in, but no matter how hard he tries he just can't say no to Vince. "Fine Vince. Just- nevermind." Vincent grins at Rodys response, his hands eagerly taking over. "Good boy," he whispers before capturing Rodys lips in a crushing kiss. His hands continue to roam, teasing and touching, driving Rody wild with desire. "It looks like you'll be working overtime tonight, Rody."