Anzu's Story
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,844
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hot N Fresh
There was a schedule for closing up at the Burger Haven. After Honda had totaled out the register, and Jou had covered the supplies and put them in the walk-in, they’d both meet, back in the kitchen. Checking the heat lamps, “Off, good.” Honda nodded. The temp on the fryers, “Also off.”
“I’m not stupid, ya know.” Jou was defensive.
“No,” Honda pinned him against the counter, “Of course not.” Laughing, “Just because you’re blond –“
With the microwaves above them, and the food prep area in back, Jou managed to get in one kiss, before Honda went back to his checklist. “Got the catsup containers filled?”
Indignantly, “Of course!”
“Mustard?”
“I filled the condiments, all right?” Jou put his hands on Honda’s waist. “Now come on over here,” pulling him close, “I wanna prep me something HOT AN’ FRESH!” His hands went inside the Honda’s shirt, and he touched bare skin, under sweaty polyester.
“On the counter?” Honda’s voice was very shocked, considering they did this every night, and he was the one who wiped the surfaces with disinfectant afterward.
“Yeah,” Jou laughed. “We put buns on there all day, why not at night?” He had Honda very close now, and he gave him little kisses, laughing all the while. “What can I say?” Now he was undoing his shirt. “I like ya.” It was all the way open. “I like doin’ this with you.” So were his pants. “And you sure ain’t passed your sell-by time!” He grinned, as Honda’s pants dropped to the ground, and his erection sprang free.
Like there was ever any doubt! Jou opened his own pants, and Honda grabbed him before he could start on his shirt. It was very hot in the kitchen; there would be sweaty places left, wherever their butts touched the steel. You could fit two on the counter – If you both ducked, and you didn’t mind getting your feet stuck in the vegetable bins. Once they fell off. It hurt a little, but that didn’t matter. Only Honda found a cold green patty that someone had kicked underneath, and he wouldn’t do anything more that night.
Mayonnaise is a good lubricant, at least when you already smell like onions, and grease and cheap food. Honda took a handful and used it, and then he went in, with Jou moaning under him, and kicking his legs so hard that they almost fell off the counter again.
“Oh, god, you feel so good!” His butt made a slick sound against the steel. “Do me harder!” There was a crash, as he kicked one of the microwaves. “I want you all the way in!”
Honda kept one hand tight on the edge of the counter. Ducking a little, as he moved inside Jou; he was living proof that it is possible to shoot yourself straight to Heaven and still not fall on your butt or break your head open.
The slap-slap of Jou’s skin hitting the counter got faster, as Honda neared the edge. Jou usually came too, just from this, but, if he didn’t, it was easy to finish him off after. “Oh, god, that feels so GOOD,” he yelled.
Every night, it was the same: First they’d close, then they’d go in back and the action would start. Anzu never thought to wonder why they did it this way. She was just glad the boss put her on the night shift with them.
“I’m not stupid, ya know.” Jou was defensive.
“No,” Honda pinned him against the counter, “Of course not.” Laughing, “Just because you’re blond –“
With the microwaves above them, and the food prep area in back, Jou managed to get in one kiss, before Honda went back to his checklist. “Got the catsup containers filled?”
Indignantly, “Of course!”
“Mustard?”
“I filled the condiments, all right?” Jou put his hands on Honda’s waist. “Now come on over here,” pulling him close, “I wanna prep me something HOT AN’ FRESH!” His hands went inside the Honda’s shirt, and he touched bare skin, under sweaty polyester.
“On the counter?” Honda’s voice was very shocked, considering they did this every night, and he was the one who wiped the surfaces with disinfectant afterward.
“Yeah,” Jou laughed. “We put buns on there all day, why not at night?” He had Honda very close now, and he gave him little kisses, laughing all the while. “What can I say?” Now he was undoing his shirt. “I like ya.” It was all the way open. “I like doin’ this with you.” So were his pants. “And you sure ain’t passed your sell-by time!” He grinned, as Honda’s pants dropped to the ground, and his erection sprang free.
Like there was ever any doubt! Jou opened his own pants, and Honda grabbed him before he could start on his shirt. It was very hot in the kitchen; there would be sweaty places left, wherever their butts touched the steel. You could fit two on the counter – If you both ducked, and you didn’t mind getting your feet stuck in the vegetable bins. Once they fell off. It hurt a little, but that didn’t matter. Only Honda found a cold green patty that someone had kicked underneath, and he wouldn’t do anything more that night.
Mayonnaise is a good lubricant, at least when you already smell like onions, and grease and cheap food. Honda took a handful and used it, and then he went in, with Jou moaning under him, and kicking his legs so hard that they almost fell off the counter again.
“Oh, god, you feel so good!” His butt made a slick sound against the steel. “Do me harder!” There was a crash, as he kicked one of the microwaves. “I want you all the way in!”
Honda kept one hand tight on the edge of the counter. Ducking a little, as he moved inside Jou; he was living proof that it is possible to shoot yourself straight to Heaven and still not fall on your butt or break your head open.
The slap-slap of Jou’s skin hitting the counter got faster, as Honda neared the edge. Jou usually came too, just from this, but, if he didn’t, it was easy to finish him off after. “Oh, god, that feels so GOOD,” he yelled.
Every night, it was the same: First they’d close, then they’d go in back and the action would start. Anzu never thought to wonder why they did it this way. She was just glad the boss put her on the night shift with them.