NEW HIRE
(Crandy)
"Andy," Craig's voice was warm caramel, drizzled over seasonal chocolate fudge, "you've been here for almost a month now and I just wanted to tell you, you're doing very well."
"I know," Andy smugly beamed, showing his top row of asylum-white teeth. The 'douche bag' grin, he called it. His eyes gleamed in wit.
"You're such a smartass," Craig's expensive dessert voice replied.
Andy said nothing and opened another copy of NHL '07 for PS2 to complete the final new release set. It was mid-September in the Park Royal Mall, a dead Thursday night.
"We've got a long night ahead of us," Craig ominously stated.
Andy glanced at the POS clock: 6:17. There hadn't been a customer in over an hour. The walls were perfectly alphabetized, marketing was complete, shipping was finalized, and there were no guts to file. Andy looked through the awkwardly slanted glass at the Orange Julius across the hall. The boy who worked there had gone to high school with Andy and came in frequently. Jose maybe? He looked just as bored as Andy felt.
"Do you ever get stopped by those creepy gypsies who run the cosmetics kiosk down the hall?" Craig asked.
"Sometimes," Andy admitted, "what's their deal anyway?"
"It's probably some kind of poison..." Craig trailed off and Andy pretended to listen, but really he was watching Craig's beautiful mouth make chocolate sounds. Craig's hair flipped over his left eye, partially covering the crystal blue colour that enchanted Andy. Craig was wearing a long-sleeved shirt today, covering his tattooed blue koi fish arms. Andy wished he were brave enough to get his own sleeves done. But... what would he get? Andy felt like he regretted every big decision he'd ever made, like leaving college to start a band. "...did you ever see that flick?" Craig asked.
"Uh, sorry, what?"
"Batman. You know, Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson?"
"Oh yeah, classic," Andy replied. As he watched Craig speak his mind on Batman, he was lulled into a trance or... His pants were constricting. Andy's cheeks flushed scarlet, "I'll, uh, be right back," he stuttered, stumbling shyly into the back room washroom. Once inside, he closed and fiddled with the useless lock on the door. He unzipped his black dress pants and let it out through the fly. His boner stuck out from the front of his Batman underwear, throbbing at the mere notion of Craig. "How can I have these feelings for a co-worker?" he thought as he squeezed himself. Andy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He heard a creak as the door opened. Andy opened his eyes to see Craig standing there in the doorway. "Ah! Oh God! Fuck! I... Fuck! I just- Gimme a sec!" Andy pleaded, but Craig just came closer, his red chequered Vans sliding across the dirty, white tiled floor.
"It's okay," Craig hushed, "it's okay." He reached around Andy from behind and placed his soft hand over Andy's smaller one. Andy breathed out slowly as their hands rubbed his pulsating rod in harmony. Craig smelled Andy's curls and bit onto his left ear. Andy let out a nearly inaudible squeak and he trembled as Craig held him tighter. Andy could feel Craig's hard cock attempting to penetrate him through the seat of his pants. Andy moaned and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"C-C-Craig... I'm- I'm, oh!" he whimpered, and with another harmonized stroke, he came.
Craig kissed him on the back of his neck and said, "I love slow days, don't you?" He handed Andy a roll of paper towel and headed back out to the sales floor.