OffGun February Collection of Drabbles 2023

Engage (Off/Gun)

Author's note: This a short continuation of the Off/Gun Mafia story. 

The repairs of Gun's shop went well. There was no trace of bullet holes in the walls, and the painting was to his satisfaction too. The workers installed a new counter and glass display for his creations. Gun didn't have much to do, leaving Off's goons to their task. He was surprised when he found out the people renovating his place were from one of the mafias businesses. Papii sure engages in many different fields. 

Gun went into the kitchen, busying himself with a new dessert while reminiscing about the date. His cheeks flushed, remembering Off's smile. The mafia leader was indeed a handsome man. He wasn't scary to him anymore. Gun buried his fingers inside the dough, kneading the soft material. He sighed in delight. It was a long time since he baked. Not that he blamed Off for the disturbance in his business anymore. 

Focused on the dough, he didn't hear the door of his shop open. The surprised gasps and polite greetings could be heard from the next room, but Gun ignored them. The long limbs sneaked around his waist, and the familiar head dropped on his shoulder. 

"What are you doing?" Off's hot breath tickled the side of his neck, making Gun squirm. 

"Kneading a dough." He stated the obvious.

"Want to help me?" He added. The mafia boss hesitated before answering.

"What should I do?"

"First, let me go. Second, roll up your sleeves." 

Gun watched as Off untangled his hands from his waist and slowly rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up, showing off his veiny arms. 

"And now?" Off's deep voice whispered into his ear, making him shiver. 

"Now put your hands here," Gun instructed, letting the older man slide his fingers inside the dough before he placed his palms on Off's, guiding him gently through the kneading process. Gun felt hot, and he wasn't sure what or who to blame. Was it the mafia leader's firm body glued to his back and the rough skin of his hands sliding against his, or the weather? 

"This is nice." Off murmured. Gun hummed in response, not trusting his voice to be steady. 

"But I would rather knead something different." 

"Papii!" Gun squeaked his face flushing because of Papii's comment. This man will be the death of him.