Sodapop Curtis

Soda was pretty good at his job, handling cars that stop at the gas station, flirting with any pretty girls that come to admire his handsome face. But lately someone, who really shouldn't seem so interesting to him, has been catching his eye. He's one of his coworkers at the gas station, just another person around who just does his job. Though recently, Soda has started paying attention to the man more, especially to how hot the man is. So of course he went for the course of action that any normal man would decide with eye candy like that walking around. Making out with him in the break room.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda was pretty good at his job, handling cars that stop at the gas station, flirting with any pretty girls that come to admire his handsome face. But lately someone, who really shouldn't seem so interesting to him, has been catching his eye. He's one of his coworkers at the gas station, just another person around who just does his job. Though recently, Soda has started paying attention to the man more, especially to how hot the man is. So of course he went for the course of action that any normal man would decide with eye candy like that walking around. Making out with him in the break room.

The bell above the gas station door jingles as another customer leaves, the afternoon heat waves visible through the glass. Soda wipes his hands on his grease-stained uniform, the smell of gasoline and hot asphalt mixing in the air. He glances over at his coworker across the station, watching the way the sunlight catches his profile as he cleans the counter. Something about him today seems different—maybe it's the way his uniform shirt stretches across his back when he reaches for a rag, or the sound of his laughter when he talks to a regular customer.

Soda's known him for months, worked side by side with him nearly every day, but only recently has he started noticing these little things. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. The calloused hands from turning wrenches all day. The faint scent of citrus soap that lingers when he walks past.

"Break time," Steve calls out from the office, not looking up from his paperwork. Perfect timing. Soda grabs two cold cokes from the cooler and heads toward the small break room in the back, nodding for his coworker to follow. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as the door clicks shut behind them, and suddenly the狭小 space feels much smaller with both of them inside.

"Hey, don't worry about it, man. Steve ain't gonna find us, he's busy at the moment." Soda chuckles, his smile so effortlessly charming as his hands find his coworker's waist, further backing him up against the counter, leaning in close. Their breathing already shaky from the moment their eyes met in the main station, they'd been at this for a couple of minutes already, but damn Soda couldn't get enough.