It doesn't take you long to get ready after breakfast. Just a quick shower, a comb through your hair and a fresh set of clothes. Kankri, however, is a different matter. He isn't sure about showering in your apartment, though eventually he takes one while you find him some clothes that should fit, leaving them outside the bathroom for him.
After you're both ready, and you'd like to think that you've made him look a little more presentable, you get back in your car and go to the station. Though you've never really been a fan of all day shifts, it beats sitting at home drinking or jacking off alone. And it's definitely nice to have someone there to keep you company, even if his idea of company is lecturing you about some of the things that you happen to say.
At the station he follows close behind you and is practically holding onto your coat as you walk through the halls. Your toss your bag on the table outside the booth and pull out a notebook. May as well work on your homework and songs while you do the other Djs shitty fucking shows, right? Meenah is in the booth right now as Her Imperial Condescension and she looks confused to see you this early. Really you aren't surprised by that. Mituna is supposed to be here, but he asked you to take his shift since you're apparently the only one that can mimic everyone's voices well enough for production
Yippee for you.
Kankri watches you as you move and you can practically feel him wanting to ask a question of some sort. You take a seat at the table and watch him for a moment. "What's buggin' you, chief?" You raise your eyebrows as you pull a Dum-Dum out of your bag. You aren't allowed to smoke in the station, after all. May as well keep your mouth busy.
He jumps a little and chews at his lip as if he wasn't expecting you to say anything. "I, um... Nothing. Nothing is bothering me."
You unwrap your sucker and put it in your mouth, eyes still transfixed on him. "Well you sure got real quiet real fast soon as we got in here." You pull it out of your mouth being sure to let it make a little pop as you pull it from your lips.
He blinks dumbly, as if he's trying to find the words. You give him the time he needs and, after a few minutes, he finally speaks. "I just... Didn't know that you had other shows."
You laugh, leaning back against the table as you point your tiny confection at him. "I have three shows that I'm part of. I'm the Bard in the Knight and the Bard, Dualscar in the Dubstep Corner as you know, and The Orphaner in the War Room." A long sigh escapes your lips as he close your eyes. "This isn't one of those shows, though. I'm filling in for two shows for a friend."
"Two shows? Really?"
"Yeah, fucker got two two-hour slots today and needs me to sort that shit out since he wants to do is fuck his girlfriend instead of his fuckin' job." You scrunch your nose, not really wanting to think about that bastard doing the nasty with anyone.
"So you... Do his shows? And does anyone notice?"
"Nope, but he gives me like $200 for doing it. So it's really not that bad a gig." You shrug. "More frustratin' than anything. Especially since I've got all three of my own shows..."
"So you work eight hours today?"
"Nope, I got a beautiful four then six and then two today. I work behind the scenes here too. Do a few guest spots on other shows and help people when they need to take a break. Bring folks coffee." You shrug again. "I'll be working til two this morning."
"But that's twelve hours."
"Yeah, I got two one hour breaks in there for food and a nap if I need it." You stretch, cracking your back as you do. "Sorry. Probably shoulda told you that this wasn't just gonna be a two hour thing."
He shrugs and sits at the table. "It's okay. I get to spend time with you." His face flushes a little and you just grin at him.
"Yeah, well, be prepared for some shitty fuckin' pop music for the first four hours." You look in the window and see Meenah gesturing wildly which tells you one thing. She's almost done. You pop your sucker back in your mouth and wait until she's hit the button to unlock the door and your walk in, Kankri following behind closely. "Hey, kitten." You pinch her nose and she just glares at you. "Long morning?"
"You keep your mouth shut, Amp-whore-uh." She slaps your hand away and pulls her headphones down. "Who's the shrimp?" She points at Kankri, studying him like a predator eying up its prey.
You put your arm around his shoulders. "This is Kankri. He's gonna be watching me do my shows today. Got a problem with that?"
She just rolls her eyes and motions for you to go to the other booth to start setting up.
You get set up and Kankri just sits and watches you, completely silent for once. Before starting the show you explain to him when he can and can't talk and what he can and can't touch. Once you start your show as the Psionic for that lazy blond bastard, you just slide into it. It's not a terrible change from your own shows and at least it pays better than any other shift you get.
After the first hour of the show, Kankri comes over and rests his head on your shoulder, muttering when he knows he can speak. "I'm bored, Cronus..."
You look back at him and raise an eyebrow. "I don't got much you can do here... I got a notebook if you wanna write or somethin', chief." You point to your things on the sound board as you set up the queue of songs.
He comes around and sits on your lap, an action which decidedly takes you off guard. "I don't want to write anything, though." He looks at you, pouting a little. "I'm bored." He leans against you and you sigh a little.
"Look, babe..."
"Can you use your real voice?"
You frown at him. "Nah, babe, look. I don't mix accents in the middle of a show. If I do I'll fuckin' pull Dualscar out while I'm doing a different show. And so far as you're concerned, right now? This is my real voice." You nod once and notice that he purses his lips.
"Fine." He buries his head against your neck. "But I'm still bored..."
You shoosh him as you start talking for the next part of the show. Once you're done talking you have the next twenty-two minutes free so you put your hand in his hair. "Look, there ain't much I can do for you. I never said that this was gonna be excitin' and you're the one that agreed to come along, yeah?" He sighs dramatically at you. "Yeah?" You prompt him.
"Yeah..." His voice is quiet as he sits up. "You never said that there wouldn't be anything for me to do, though."
"Babe, there is always something to do if you look hard enough." You snicker quietly as you jot the notion down for song lyrics to use later. But as you talk you can feel soft lips against your neck and you hum. "Jeez, babe, you're just jumping right into things ain't you?" He kisses down your neck and you just watch him from the corner of your eyes, second fourth of the day stuck between your lips.
He moves so that he's sitting in your lap, straddling it. "Is that a problem?" His voice is low and husky when he speaks and you can honestly say that this is the kind of thing that you've fantasized about since you decided that music was going to be your life.
"No, no problem here." You rest a hand against one of his hips, rubbing at it lightly. "You good?"
He just hums in affirmation, going back to kissing down your neck. Before you can question him, he moves down and is rubbing his hand against the front of your jeans as he moves off your lap. You watch, wide eyed and dumbstruck as he keeps moving. With clumsy hands, he pulls down your zipper and he looks up at you as if he expects you to tell him to stop.
But you don't want him to stop. You want to feel his soft lips everywhere. But you aren't sure if this is how you want it to happen. That doesn't matter, though. You watch as he swallows, staring at the bulge under your boxer-briefs as if he isn't sure what to do or at least until his lips are against the tip. He mouths you through the fabric and you shudder, legs tensing as the wet heat moves against you.
It isn't much, but you'll be the first to admit that you've had a bit of a dry spell in the past couple years. This isn't the right place for a blow job, and you know it, but there is no way in hell you're stopping Kankri while he does this.
With one hand you grip at his hair and he lets out this pathetic little keen, like he wants more of that. And you aren't sure if you're ready to try that with a show running.
As you feel his hand reach into your underwear to pull you out you let out a little whimper and when his mouth is actually around you the sound you make can't be helped. He's clumsy, honestly. He has no idea what he's doing and that's obvious. But god is his mouth hot around your cock. Both of you let out little whimpers and moans as he moves and far too soon you hear the beep in your headphones telling you that you need to get ready to be on air. You try to compose yourself with him there, but you have to pull him off of you with a disappointed groan. You introduce the next few songs and talk to the listeners for a little while before letting the music play and looking down at Kankri.
"What the fuck."
He moves his tongue across his lips in a way you've only ever seen in porn and he moves himself back up onto your lap. "I told you. I'm bored."
"And that suddenly makes you want to suck cock?" You raise your eyebrows at him in amazement.
"It seems to when I'm with you."
You can feel your heart tighten but you don't press the matter. You just lean in and give him a soft, slow kiss before saying anything else. "I think I'm okay with that. But, uh, we might not wanna do this while I'm in a show, okay?"
He furrows his brow a little and pouts again. "Fine." The word is almost biting. Like he's jealous of something. Or upset at the very least.
"It's gonna be a long day, sorry. I can take you back to your dorm after this shift and maybe we can go get a couple drinks when I'm done."
He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Fine. But don't take me back to my dorm. I'll just wait at your apartment."
You shrug. "Fair enough."
He pushes away from you and sits back where he'd settled earlier, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt you'd loaned him.
With a grin, you go through the rest of your shift and take him back to your apartment. You leave him with a kiss and a gentle pull of his hair, earning the same sound from earlier. When you make it back for your second shift, the stupid grin won't leave your face.
Tonight you're getting laid.