Yves (Shibari Auction House)
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Copyright ©2015 Sean Michael
Yves made sure the Auction House was closed up and locked down, then waited in his office, biding his time with paperwork as he waited for Tony to change and come meet him. Tony should have been finished with his first shift as the evening janitor a short time ago. Yves hoped everything had gone well. He hadn't had any complaints from anyone, and he hoped Tony himself was happy with the job.
If Tony wasn't happy, they'd find something else, because Yves was not giving up his boy. Not after having had well over a week with Tony.
Tony knocked at his office door. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to bother you. Is there somewhere I should wait?"
"No, no. This is perfect. I was just doing paperwork while I waited for you." Yves smiled, admiring his boy's lean lines. "You're never a bother."
Tony was wearing his T-shirt and jeans, and looking fine.
They needed to get Tony a jacket, though, something good and warm. There were several months of cold weather still left in winter.
Yves grabbed the sweater he kept at work and handed it over. "It'll be big on you, but it should help you stay warm on the walk home." He knew instinctively that Tony wouldn't accept a coat that Yves bought for him.
"Are you sure you don't mind? I might smell like smoke."
"If I find it bothers me, we can wash the sweater." He was actually hoping to break Tony of the smoking habit, though maybe not right this second.
"All right. Thank you." Tony took the sweater with red, raw hands. Someone had been working hard and without protection for his hands.
"Were there no gloves for you among the cleaning supplies?" That wouldn't do. Yves would make sure some were procured before Tony's next shift.
"Oh, I'm cool. No worries." Tony shrugged the sweater on and wrapped it around himself.
Tony was swimming in it, but it still made Yves' belly warm to see Tony in his clothing.
"I'm worried about it. There's no reason to harm your skin." Yves locked up, then put his arm around Tony's shoulders, lending his warmth to his boy.
"Oh." Tony blinked, then snuggled in.
They passed a few people on the street, Yves nodding and murmuring good evening, but most of his focus was on the dear boy snuggled up against his side. Tony didn't even reach for his cigarettes, staying close to Yves' side. Yves liked that, the thought that maybe he was more of an addiction than the smokes.
"Did you have a good day?" Tony asked.
"I did. Although I find the first day back after vacation is always very long and busy. Even more so when I had such a wonderful time as I did with you." Memories of their first week together were going to make him smile for a very long time, he'd wager.
"Yeah. Yeah, I bet."
"How about you? How was the first day?" Yves asked.
"Did it go quickly?" Yves always found the busier the day, the faster it seemed to fly by.
Tony nodded. "I listened to my headphones mostly."
"Is it something you can see yourself doing for a while?"
Boring, Yves was sure, but easy enough and with experience, Tony could move to a new job, possibly educate himself and find something he liked more.
"Sure, I guess. I've done worse."
Yves would take that. For now. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"I think I'm just going to take a shower and go lie down."
"Are you sure? We could pick something up on the way home." He didn't want Tony going hungry.
"I don't want to waste my money on food. They fed me lunch there."
"I'd like you to share my dinner with me, boy." He had more than enough money to feed Tony as well as himself.
He got a quick glance, and the lean cheeks pinked. "Yeah? Okay. Sure."
"If you feel like it's charity, I would be happy to make arrangements. Let's say you can eat with me and in return, you'll keep the place clean." It was a fair trade and kept their sex lives out of it. Yves didn't want Tony to feel obligated to have sex with him or do any particular sex act just because Yves was sharing meals with him.
"Okay." Tony looked so tired, almost worn.
"No cleaning until morning, though. And you don't need to do more than one room a day. Most of the rooms just need a tidy, a dusting." Honestly, he was only having Tony doing it so the lad was making a contribution.
Tony nodded. "I'll do it. I promise. You don't even have to feed me."
"Stop that. Of course I have to feed you."
"Nope." Tony shook his head firmly. "You want to."
"I wouldn't be much of a human being if I didn't feed you," Yves pointed out.
"You're a great guy. The best, even." Tony squeezed his arm, tight.
"I'm glad you think so." It made him feel good, to know that Tony felt that.