From: Pizza, Beer and Waterbeds
Man, if Richards didn't leave him alone? Scotty was going to explode.
Or go work for Microsoft.
Or sell his soul.
Any would work and get him away from the big bullying jackass micromanaging bastard from...
Oooh... Was that Andy?
Scotty saved the compilation file and stood up, peeking over the cubicle wall.
Tall, with shaggy hair and a great body, even in the grey janitor's uniform, Andy was rolling a large garbage can through the halls, emptying the little cans in each cubicle.
Scotty's cheeks heated, heart pounding a little harder, a little faster. Oh. Oh, man. Andy was...
A guy and probably so straight and shit but...
Andy made the rounds and came back up along his side of cubicles, headed straight for him.
Oh. Oh, shit. He was all hard and stiff and stuff and Andy was coming and...
He sat down. Hard.
Then Andy was there, emptying out his garbage, brown eyes looking straight at him, giving him a small smile and a nod. "Working late again tonight, Scotty?"
"Uh-huh. R...richards is being hard. Hard-ass. Richards is being a hard-ass." Duh. Be a dork.
"Well I hope he's paying you the big bucks -- seems you're always here."
"Well, I guess. I think I should probably just pay my rent for here, leave the apartment for someone else." Oh, God. Pretty eyes. Andy had pretty eyes.
Andy lingered, smiling at him. "You'd have to put in a bed and a kitchen."
"There's the vending machine and that little couch in the employee lounge. Cushy." His heart was going a hundred miles an hour, maybe more. He spent a lot of time touching himself, imagining stuff like this.
Andy chuckled and ducked his head. "It is cushy, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Better than my futon at home, you know?"
"Futon? Those are never comfortable. Are they a bed or are they a sofa? Of course after a few beers, does it really matter?"
"Yeah." Scotty nodded, blushing a little. Not that he'd had a beer even. After all? Drinking alone? Creepy. A sign of weirdness and stuff. "Mine's okay, but... Not the lounge couch."
"I've got a waterbed. Now that's a good place to sack out."
"A waterbed? Cool!" Ohgodohgodohgod. That was going to feature in his fantasies for days.
Andy gave him a wide grin. "Yeah, it's awesome. You ever slept in one?"
Scotty shook his head. "No. Nope. But it sounds cool." Real cool. Real.
"It is cool. You should come over sometime. Try it out."
"Oh." He blushed hard – like painfully hard, like his cheeks were on fire dark. "Oh, that would be nifty. Wicked. Uh... Cool. Real cool. Thanks."
"Yeah, if you didn't have that much longer to work tonight we could go grab a beer or something and you could check it out." Those brown eyes were staring at him, into him, gold flecks bright.
"Oh." He blinked, found himself nodding before he could change his mind. "Really? Honest? 'Cause I could so... Yeah."
"Yeah, honest. I've got another half hour before I can clock out -- that good for you?"
"Uh. Sure. Sure. Great." Perfect in fact because then he could go into the bathroom and uh, well, do stuff so he wasn't a total dork at Andy's.