“And that fucker broke one of the doors in the loos! I’m so sick of these idiots comin’ in and fuckin’ up my bar,” Rhys groans, pullin’ his shirt over his head. It stank, just like the rest of him, the smell of booze coatin’ his skin after a long shift full of idiots who apparently needed a sippy cup. “I’m gonna start chargin’ double, I swear to fuck.”
Arms wrap around his torso, Kier’s hands strokin’ over his chest with a hum into his neck. “I’m glad you didn’t punch anyone.”
“I’m fuckin’ tempted to,” the brunet huffs, tiltin’ his head until he can see his partner’s eyes over his shoulder. “If he walks in here again, I’m doin’ more than kickin’ him out. Stupid fuck.”
Long nails drag across his stomach, causin’ him to tense. Rhys’ anger was seepin’ away with each drag of those fingers over his skin, head droppin’.
“I’m sure he won’t come back,” they breathe, low, reassurin’. Or, it would be reassurin’ if he didn’t know the types of buffoons who tried to climb a cubicle door for a laugh.
He spins in Kier’s arms, rollin’ his eyes. “Nah, he will, and then I’m gonna wring his neck for the bill. Fuck, ya know what? I’m gonna go down ther—”
Olive eyes blow wide as Rhys freezes, Kier’s hands cuppin’ his face and their lips pressed to his. It only takes a moment before he’s sinkin’ into the touch, kissin’ them back, frustrations leavin’ him with the sigh that Kier swallows.
“Come on, grumpy pants,” they giggle, knockin’ their nose against Rhys’. “You can complain while washing up.”
“Will ya be joinin’?”
They pull Rhys’ face closer, nippin’ at his bottom lip with a smile, successfully kickin’ anythin’ but warmth from Rhys’ chest. “I’ll consider it.”
…
After a shower that consisted of more kissin’ each other’s faces off than actually washin’, the pair end up in bed, Rhys layin’ on his front as Kier draws patterns with their finger across his shoulder blades.
“I’m gonna fix the door. I dunno why I was so angry about that, it’s only a few screws,” he sighs, blinkin’ slowly. It was hard not to fall asleep when Kier touched him like this, when he felt like he was sinkin’ into the mattress with how comfy he felt.
“Sounds like a plan, angel,” Kier mumbles, pressing a kiss to Rhys’ shoulder. “But you’re allowed to be upset that your night was fucked by eejits.”
Flippin’ onto his side, he wraps his arms around Kier, rollin’ until he’s hoverin’ above them. The smile they beam back at him makes all the eejits in the world worth it. “As long as yer here to listen to my shit after dealin’ with them.”
“Of course,” Kier sings, tilting their head to meet Rhys halfway as he claims their lips again. There wasn’t a limit for him when it came to this, to havin’ them against him, to taste them on his tongue. It had been this addictin’ from the first time they’d locked lips, had always felt this intense, too, his heart hammerin’ where they rest their palm over his chest. “Not going anywhere.”
“Ya better not, or I’ll have to kick ya out like that fu—”
Kier sits up harshly, just enough to get in Rhys’ face again, tuggin’ Rhys’ hair to keep him in place. They raise a brow, smirkin’ as they whisper: “Shut. Up.”
Who was he to refuse? He grins as he lets Kier pull him on top of them, leisurely returnin’ their kisses with his own. Kier was right, he really was better off shuttin’ up, especially when he got rewarded so kindly with this sort of affection. Or maybe he needed to give them more reasons to shut him up…
He chuckles into the next kiss, tightenin’ his grip on their waist. Yeah, he definitely needed to give them reasons to shut him up.