Scenes From a Fast-Food Restaurant
A/N: OMG, it's the first ever Mr. Meaty fic on FF dot net. And possibly in the world, I don't know. Anyway, enjoy THE FLUFF, and bear in mind this is the first ficcy I've completed in, like, years. Literally. So, not my fault if it sucks.
Disclaimy-doo: I don't own the characters. I just have me some fun with them.
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Parker pulled open the door of his locker and retrieved - with some difficulty - his jacket from the mess that lay before him. The teen paused for a moment as his hand moved to close the storage reciprocal, studying his reflection in a cracked mirror sloppily taped to the steel.
Parker had never been exactly satisfied with his appearance. He was rather heavy for his age - a phase his mother insisted he would grow out of - and his skin wasn't something to be envied either, slick and oily from the vast amounts of grease he handled each day.
The locker room door opened and swung shut behind him, and the fifteen-year-old spun around to meet his best friend and mentor. Parker felt his pulse quicken suddenly, the way it always did when he was alone with Josh. It was an inexplicable phenomenon - much like the surge of jealousy he felt when watching his friend talk to a girl, or the way he always stared a second too long when the blonde bent to pick up his keys.
"Hey, man." greeted Josh, flipping hair out of his eyes. Flatironed bangs fell back into place within seconds. "Your shift over?"
"Huh?" The question caught Parker off guard, jolting him from his stupor. "Oh... oh, yeah. I thought you were working til six?"
"Nah, I got off early." Flashing a self-satisfied grin, the hipster sauntered across the room.
The redhead could hear his heart pounding. Being so close to his friend was, admittedly, making him a bit nervous. Only furthering his discomfort was the way Josh looked at him then, with mingled curiosity and something that resembled hunger.
Closing the space between them, he touched the younger boy's face gingerly, stroking a thumb over now trembling lips. Parker almost stopped breathing when the hand continued to glide over his flesh, fingers gently lifting his chin.
And in the next moment, the universe stood perfectly still as a warm mouth sealed over his own.
The kiss was soft and fleeting, timid in it's every featherlight caress and tasting vaguely of peppermint bubblegum. It was Josh who pulled away first. The brief smile he allowed was distant - maybe even apologetic - and then he was gone, heavy door swinging in his path.
Parker slumped against the wall, letting himself slide to the floor. Slowly, dazedly, he brought a hand to his lips. They were still moist, as if clinging to the memory of what had been there, sweet and tender, just seconds before.
For a long time he stayed where he was. Then, as he prepared finally to go home, the teenager let his mind play over the incident again.
It was another mystery in itself. He didn't know how it had happened, and surely he couldn't comprehend just what it all meant - but for the first time that afternoon, Parker was absolutely certain about one thing.
He hadn't really minded at all.