"Welcome! How are you tonight?"

Shintarou looked up from his menu to give a bored glance at the waiter. His reply came out low and disinterested. "I'm doing fine, thankyou."

Rather than seem discouraged, the waiter smiled wider and gained an amused shine to his eyes. He continued speaking as one hand reached up to brush short, dark brown locks from his face. "Good to hear that! Do you know what you want to drink?"

"Just water."

"Always a good option!" the waiter beamed, and then gestured to the empty seat across from the green-haired customer. "Is someone joining you tonight?"

Without a hint of embarrassment or concern, Shintarou shook his head and returned his attention to the menu in front of him. "I'm not expecting anyone."

"It's kind of late to be eating dinner alone," the brown haired boy mused, his tone teasing rather than accusatory. It made Shintarou uncomfortable- which the boy picked up on and so he quickly changed the subject. "Alright, well, do you know what you'd like to order?"

"I'd like a few more minutes, please."

The waiter leaned in, placing his hands on the table and bringing his face closer in a particularly overfamiliar way. Shintarou leaned back, not hiding his annoyance.

This didn't seem to faze the younger boy, who simply smiled and said in a lower voice. "Take your time! Just keep in mind that the kitchen is technically closing in ten minutes- though I could probably convince them to finish your order even if it's a little late."

The man shook his head and clutched the menu, speaking lowly. "In that case, I'll just go ahead and order. You still serve the double rice special, right?"

"Oh," the waiter replied, somewhat surprised. "Well technically they took it off the menu a few years back, but people can still order it."

"That's what I would like then please."

The boy smiled widely, his blue eyes gleaming- even more amused. "I'll get you hooked up then, sir!" He tilted his head and winked before straightening and slipping away through the tables of the mostly empty dining area.

Shintarou watched him go, relieved. He'd never been especially fond of over friendly waiters- but this one in irked him in particular. Shintarou's stomach sank- he was certainly self-aware enough to know why. Being flirted with by a waiter (who is most certainly hoping for a larger tip) was already awkward enough for someone as serious as Shintarou as it was- but even more so when the waiter was young and attractive and pretty much exactly his type.

He let out a heavy sigh, and then forced himself to look away from the alluring way the waiter's body moved as he walked towards the kitchen, hips curving to slip between close tables. While the area Shintarou was in was rather empty, the bar on the opposite side of the restaurant was busy and loud. He tried to ignore it and relax, staring out the window at the night sky.

Having lost himself in thought after several minutes, the sound of a glass being set down startled him. This gained a chuckle from the waiter, who'd made his way back over quietly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you! Here's your water. Your food will be out soon."

"Thanks…" Shintarou answered, tapping the glass with a long, manicured finger.

"I take it that it's been a while since you've eaten here?" the waiter asked, as he moved away from Shintarou's table to the one beside it. With a damp towel in one hand, he propped his left knee up into a chair and leaned over to wipe the table clean very slowly- possibly even deliberately slowly. Shintarou watched the curve of the boy's ass through his tight, black work pants as his body shifted back and forth, cleaning. He swallowed, nervous.

"Yes, before I moved away to college. I grew up in this area. My flight came in just this evening, and I remembered this restaurant stayed open late."

"Oh yeah?" the boy smiled, turning to lean against the table he'd just cleaned, one leg still propped up in the chair. He swung an arm up casually to wipe sweat from his brow, his blue eyes looking at the older man in a playful way. "Well then welcome home, sir! Glad to have you back!"

The smiling form his lips took after the words left his mouth was dangerously attractive- Shintarou could merely grunt and look away, hoping that if he seemed disinterested enough maybe the waiter would stop so obviously hitting on him.

The last thing I need today is to be left feeling horny. He gulped down some water and made a displeased face. The waiter, rather than seem discouraged, just continued to silently wash every table around him. Not quickly- but meticulous and slow. He would lean with one hand on the table, reaching across with the rag while his neck tilted his head back. When he saw a napkin underneath the table in front of Shintarou's, the boy went down on all knees- back arched and ass lifted- to pick it up. The curves and movement of his body were too alluring for Shintarou not to notice- though he most certainly tried. All the while, a playful half smile was plastered on waiter's young face- and he hummed to the low music playing in the background.

Damn. Shintarou cursed inside his head, gulping more and more water while his stomach sank deeper within him. My luck is certainly bad today. It's all because baggage claim somehow lost my lucky item…! And my ranking was so low today…

His thoughts were interrupted when the waiter walked towards his table once more, leaning a hip into the side of it and crossing his arms. "You need a refill already?" he asked, eyeing Shintarou's nearly empty glass. "You must've been awfully thirsty, sir."

Shintarou just stared back, baffled by the blatant, shameless toying and hardly knowing how to contain himself. He was definitely going to be left horny tonight.

"A little, yes." He answered, his voice coming out deeper than he intended. The waiter smiled wider in response, and grabbed the glass.

"Well that's nothing I can't fix!" he said slowly, his lips curving to form each word delicately and deliberately. "I'll check on your meal while I'm at it."

This time, Shintarou gave up resisting and watched the boy walk away with eager eyes. There was certainly even more of swing to his hips this time- Shintarou chuckled.

It'd been a while since anyone had flirted with him- even longer since another man had and much longer since a boy of the waiter's age had. He wondered if the waiter could tell that Shintarou was of that persuasion- though he suspected that he was probably the type to flirt shamelessly with everyone. He leaned back in his chair and pushed his glasses up, feeling a bit more relaxed.

I might as well enjoy it, since he's obviously going to be persistent. If he keeps it up well enough, maybe I'll even give him the nice tip he's looking for…

Shintarou smirked, amused with himself. His mood was significantly lifted, so when he saw the young boy coming back out with his food and a refill of water, he chose to give him a pleasant expression.

Laying the steaming plate of food down, the boy chuckled and said in a sing-song voice, "I hope you're as hungry as you were thirsty!"

Reaching for his chopsticks, Shintarou titled his head up at the waiter and smirked. "I most certainly am."

Blue eyes widened back at him and then quickly looked away, accompanied by one, short surprised chuckle. The waiter brushed both hands through his shaggy bangs- obviously trying to seem casual.

Shintarou tipped his head, thoroughly amused. It was faint, but he could see the beginnings of a full blush rising to the younger boy's cheeks.

Is that how it is? You're going to flirt with me all night, and then act embarrassed when I flirt back?

"W-well, I'll leave you to enjoy your meal then, sir," the boy spoke, obviously embarrassed. However Shintarou would have sworn his expression- though a little flustered- looked very pleased. "Holler if you need anything."

"Certainly," Shintarou replied slyly before taking a bite of his food in a casual fashion. The waiter nodded and walked away- much quicker than the first two times and with disappointingly less hip movement.

Well it seems he wasn't expecting me to react. Cute.

(***)

Takao rushed into the kitchen, slamming his hands down on the counter and giving the cook a look that most definitely meant you will not believe what just happened.

"Miyaji-senpai…I think he's trying to flirt back with me."

"Who? The ass hole who decided to order a full meal right when I was already cleaning the damn kitchen?" the cook answered, cocking an eyebrow and tossing a pot into the large, silver sink.

Takao nodded urgently, lifting his weight up onto his arms so that his feet dangled above the floor.

"The same guy that you were just in here raving about?"

Takao gave another impatient nod, an enthusiastic smile covering his face. "What should I do?"

The light haired boy shrugged and busied himself with washing dishes, mumbling under his breath in response, "Give him his ticket when it looks like he's almost finished eating and then tell him to have a nice night?"

Snickering, the waiter dropped from his position on the counter and grabbed onto Miyaji's shoulders from behind, poking his chin over the boy's shoulder. "You don't understand, Miyaji-senpai!" he cooed, "When I said this guy was hot, I mean he is hot. Hot, hot, hot. Pretty face, muscular arms, and eyelashes that go for miles!"

Miyaji shrugged him off, growing irritated. "Only you would think an old man with long lashes is attractive, Takao."

The brunette backed off, sighing. "Sheesh, you straight men never seem to want to give me advice." Miyaji whipped around, tossing a spatula at Takao's head- which hit him squarely on the crown with a loud thump.

"Stop bothering me and go sweep the dining room!"

Takao rubbed at his head, backing away quickly, but he was still smiling. Though Miyaji was older than him, they saw a lot of each other. They both were starters on the basketball team, and had been working together for quite a while. The two weren't necessarily best friends, and didn't hang out much outside of work and basketball, but they certainly understood each other.

He grabbed the broom and headed out of the kitchen, immediately looking over at the green-haired stranger sitting by himself. Long manicured fingers working chopsticks, his chest lifting softly underneath his dress clothes as he breathed and his back angled perfectly straight in his chair. There was something soft and beautiful about the texture of his hair, the lightness in his eyes and the shape of his mouth- and yet altogether he was innately masculine and had a powerful air. Green eyes slid over and caught him staring- and Takao could feel his heart drop through his chest. He was excited.

Earlier he'd been caught off guard; Takao often flirted with the men who came to eat there, but he rarely received anything more than uncomfortable gestures back from them. Not that Takao minded so much- there was something unexplainably entertaining about making handsome men feel both flattered and uneasy all at once. That being said, he'd hardly even considered the possibility that someone as perfectly his type as this fellow would play back with him.

However, he would no longer be caught off guard. If this guy was up for being toyed with- Takao would gladly deliver.

He held the man's gaze and made his way over, consciously giving off a sultry type of smile.

"Doing okay over here?"

The man nodded as he quickly swallowed a bite of food, his adams apple moving slickly under the pale skin of his throat. "Yes, thank you."

Takao could only smile wider as he leaned over on the broom and asked with batting lashes, "You won't mind if I go ahead and start to sweep, will you?"

Green hair reflected the yellow light of the dining room as the man shook his head. He fixed his gaze on his glass and a replied with a slight smirk, "Watching you sweep won't be a bother at all."

D-damn! The waiter felt something spark within him. He felt like he could melt- between the mysterious, megane-tsundere act he'd given off at first and this new, extremely cocky and yet extremely sexy flirtatious one, Takao couldn't begin to choose which he liked more.

Takao always gave a show when he was sweeping or cleaning up- not only was it personally entertaining, but he'd managed to earn a few hefty tips from it. However, knowing that this time it really would be a show- that this man would most certainly be watching- Takao was wrecked!

Damn it! I'm so turned on!

Takao lowered his eyes and gave a shy smile before backing away and starting to sweep. He leaned his weight in time with the strokes of the broom, conscious of the arches his back formed as he worked. He could feel green eyes watching him and had to force himself not to look over.

He kept at it, reaching the broom delicately to get under the tables, and letting his fingers slide up and down the handle of it with much too tender care for a broom. They tapped and twirled around it as he moved around the room, sometimes reaching up to the very top to flick about the tip.

When he felt the time was right, he tightened his hold, grasping onto the broom tighter and adjusting it with each sweeping stroke with the rough slide of his wrist. He let himself hum once again to the music on the radio, taking the octave lower so it was deep and resonating in his throat.

God, I'm turning myself on! Takao smirked as he continued, blatantly treating the broomstick like something phallic- and even allowing himself to imagine it was a cock- a twitching, long hard cock with a tip slicked in pre-cum and nearly begging to be sucked- Ah! I wish, I wish!

When he'd finally swept everything into a pile, he made an event of bending over to brush it into the pan- his ass perched in the air and angled at the perfect angle for the customer's viewing pleasure. Takao relished in the moment- loving how it felt to know with certainty that the man was looking at his ass as it hovered vulnerably in the air.

I wonder if he's as turned on as I am?

After emptying the contents he gave the man a playful, parting glance over his shoulder before disappearing to the kitchen once more.

Miyaji took one look at his lewd expression and grimaced, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Pervert."

(***)

Shintarou wiggled in his seat, unsure of what to do.

He was unbearably turned on. Past the point of 'I'm probably going to masturbate tonight' and right into the 'I have a full hard on and I'm about to burst' danger zone.

To be as young as he looked, that kid sure knew what he was doing. Blushing, humming, putting on a full show and obviously loving the attention- it was reckless and young and sweet. There was something dangerously sexy about the way this waiter moved that Shintarou couldn't quite put his finger on- and certainly couldn't take his eyes off of.

Perhaps flirting back with him was a bad idea. Shintarou tapped his fingers on the table, trying to calm his breath as he debated back and forth in his head. If he went to the bathroom to relieve himself, it risked being very obvious and embarrassing. However, if he wasn't able to calm down, by the time he got home he'd probably be in a lot of pain.

He stood up abruptly, making his decision, and marched toward the bathroom, hoping not to run into the waiter.

Shintarou gave a relieved sigh when he reached the toilet and shut the door behind him quickly, making sure to lock it. He refused to look in the mirror as he made his way across the small room to stand with his back against the wall in between the sink and the paper towel dispenser.

He couldn't get the image of the waiter's smirk out of his head- and was glad for that fact as he undid his belt and reached into his pants. His cock was pulsing like crazy and nearly jumped at his touch, urging him to grab hold of it tightly and hurdle right into pumping.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, imaging the dark-haired boy's slim fingers working him- the way his face would look from below, eyes sparkling and throat humming. He imagined that coy mouth slowly opening and wrapping around him- warm and wet as it takes him in, a spirited tongue curling back and forth against his dick as it slips deeper into his mouth. Shintarou let one long finger reach up and graze his tip, pre cum already seeping from it as he fantasized about how it would feel to be all the way inside the waiter's mouth- tip pushing against the slick muscles in the back of his throat. How it would feel to move in and out slowly as those lips worked around his skin and massaged back into him. How it would sound as he sped up, thrusting forward and fucking the mouth passionately; the moans and gasps that would rise up as the boy would fight for air as his throat was pounded into over and over.

Shintarou's orgasm started to peak and writhe within his stomach, forcing his ab and leg muscles to tense and converge as he arched forward, jacking himself off as fast and hard as he possibly could.

He imagined himself cumming over and over- into the back of the boy's throat, into his open, waiting mouth, accidentally right into his face. He imagined the white liquid dribbling off his chin, or spraying right across his eyes, forcing them to shut. He imagined droplets of it caught in the boy's dark locks or globbed onto his fingers as he wiped it from his face and licked it up. Over and over he came in his mind until his true climax overtook him- sweeping all his pleasure forward in one swooping motion and making him bite his own lip to keep from groaning loudly. He came all over his hand, trembling in the after math and fighting to regain control of his breath.

I'm too old for this.

(***)

Takao could hardly keep from bouncing as he waited outside the bathroom. He wondered callously about what drunken bastard from the bar was in there and why he was taking so long. It was all worse than I thought! Hurry up! If I don't work out this boner I'm going to lose my mind!

At first he'd been relatively fine- it wasn't until he was by himself in the back wiping off the counters in the kitchen that he started really thinking about all the things he wanted to do to that green-haired man and he'd realized his 'little' problem was only getting worse.

Typically he would be averse to masturbating while on the clock, however, today seemed like a special exception. He adjusted his waiting position against the wall, praying in his head for whoever was occupying the bathroom to hurry up. He'd made an A-line for the bathroom, so he hadn't had a chance to peak over at his customer since he'd last left him. He was probably close to done with his meal by now- even more of a reason for whoever the hell was STILL in the damn bathroom to hurry up and let him do his own business.

When the door opened up, Takao let out and audible sigh, straightening up. He almost bumped into the man coming out- and when he looked up his heart skipped a beat.

Blushing down at him was the very cause of his problem. Several things raced through Takao's mind at once: The way it felt to be so close to this man was absolutely exhilarating; He was even taller standing up than he'd looked sitting down; He seemed just as surprised and flustered as Takao was and most importantly, it was extremely obvious from the look on his face what he had just been doing in the bathroom.

(***)

They stared at each other in silent awe- both embarrassed and yet captivated. Takao's mind went completely blank- he wanted desperately to say something, or suggest something more like it, but all he could do was stand there and blush in arousal. Eyes gleamed back at him intently from behind foggy glasses, and the hand that propped the door open tapped against it nervously.

Without saying a word, they both carefully retreated inwards, the door to the bathroom closing ever so slowly behind them. They held each other's gazes in utter fascination- both devouring the sight of the other, anticipation thick on their breath.

The click of the bathroom door shutting was loud, but hardly sobering. Shintarou's back was up against the door and Takao was standing just before him- treacherously close. The green-haired man felt his mind racing a mile a minute- the thoughts all jumbled as his body reacted without them. He reached a hand toward the handle and pushed down the lock button.

Click.

And that was it- the second the door was locked they flung themselves onto each other. Tongues licked across each other as arms wrapped around torsos. In their struggle to explore each other they nearly slammed into the opposite wall. Their kisses were ravenous and messy. The urgency in their hands clung to their skin and reverberated everywhere they touched each other, until they were both squirming and writhing against each other.

Shintarou moved his mouth in favor of exploring Takao's neck- nibbling and licking at it as if was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He growled against the skin, which sent vibrations through Takao's neck and caused him to bite back a moan, head flinging back. This only prodded Shintarou further, and he wasted no time reaching up and unbuttoning the boy's shirt a bit so that he could bury his face into the crevice of his collarbone and bite down viciously.

The painful sting was nearly an unbearable pleasure for Takao, who was greedily untucking Shintarou's shirt from his pants so he could rub against the skin underneath. He could feel every muscle so clearly- Damn this guy is fucking built!

The muscles were hot to the touch and defined- Takao wasted no time in his pursuit to trace circles around them all- feeling up and down the man's torso and chest before kneading fingers into the muscles that were sexily contracting in his back.

Neither of them could think clearly- their thoughts burned away by the flaming urgency of their desire to touch one another. They moved with the most primal instinct, tearing at buttons and breathing huskily against skin. They licked lines up each other between kisses, their pelvises tilting towards the middle and rubbing together.

I-I can't believe I'm already hard again…Shintarou mused as his erection was pushed against the smaller boy's with a grinding force. He relished the feeling of that hard cock against him, his desire to see it nearly bursting. He looked at the waiter in the eyes, and perhaps because they had both been reduced to such a primitive, lust-induced state they seemed to read each other's minds. They both hurriedly pulled their pants and underwear down, revealing their cocks. Both men used one hand to pull the two pulsing members together and then began to move the hands up and down straightaway.

Takao thought he was going to explode- the sensation of two hands going at different speeds across his cock, and as another's man's large erection was pushed into as well (not to mention the thrilling sensations the man's tongue was creating from licking up and down his throat) was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced in his entire life. It felt completely different from when he was jacking off on his own. He leaned forward to rest his face in between the man's neck and shoulder and moaned as softly as he could:

"T-this is amazing..ah!"

Shintarou felt his orgasm come five times closer from just the sound of the boy's pleasure-soaked voice resonating against his shoulder. The innocent amazement mixed with the sultry tone- it was more than Shintarou could even process. He quickened his pace as he rubbed their cocks together, and leaned more heavily into the other boy, pushing him back against the wall.

"You feel good?"

"Ah…I feel…incredible! I want to scream!"

Shintarou smirked and kissed the boy before mumbling softly into his mouth. "Try and keep it together or we'll get caught."

"Ha…hah..!" Takao gasped, using every bit of his concentration that was still available to him in an effort to keep his voice down, but as his climax was approaching harder and quicker he felt his control wavering significantly. "Ah-! P-please…" he whispered, reaching his free hand to take ahold of the man's and lifting it up towards his mouth. "I can't keep quiet…you have to help me."

Shintarou's eyes widened as the waiter took the free hand that wasn't holding their cocks together into his mouth, pushing the fingers back deep into his throat. The feeling- the utter, unbearable softness- of the young boy's throat was unimaginable. Shintarou gladly obliged the request, exploring the mouth with his long fingers while simultaneously muffling the sounds that were pouring desperately from within it.

Chills raced down their spines and they arrowed together, hands slick with a mixture of both of their pre-cum and their cocks pulsing violently along with their hearts.

Takao came first, shaking forward and nearly swallowing Shintarou's fingers as the wave of pleasure rocked through his insides. The smell of his steaming cum was hopelessly erotic and made Shintarou groan as he too reached his peak and spurted outwards.

They stood there, heaving with short breaths, simply staring face to face for what seemed like the longest time before either of them could even dream of moving.

(***)

Takao rushed through the doors of his high school, rounding the corners with impatient steps.

Fuck~ I slept in!

Not that he was an outstanding student or anything- but even Takao wasn't the kind to be late to class very often. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd slept in and been late.

And of all days to do it, today was not the day. His previous teacher was going away on maternity leave (though there were several rumors that she wasn't planning to come back at all) and they were getting a new teacher starting today.

And I'm going to make a terrible impression, being late!

He shook his head as he briskly changed into his indoor shoes and threw his into his locker. As stressed as he felt at the moment for being late, he actually didn't blame himself much for sleeping in. After all, there was no way he was going to be able to fall asleep easily last night after having the most incredible encounter he'd probably ever experience in his life.

He thought back to the events of the previous night and smiled lewdly. I didn't even get his name, but damn! Damn!

As he approached his classroom door, he heard a low voice calling out roll. As if by some miracle, his name was just coming up.

"Takao Kazunari?"

"Here! I'm sorry I'm late!" Takao cooed, opening the classroom door hurriedly.

His jaw dropped.

Standing at the podium was the very man he'd dropped his load with last night- and those green eyes seemed just as surprised to see him as well.

(***)

Hope you enjoyed it!

I wanted to write something a little more flirty and fun than I normally do so…wallah!

Please R/R! Thanks so much for reading!