It was a day like any other, a gloomy, rainy day. It's quite depressing but Rody doesn't let that stop him. "Okay, today's the day I'll get back with Mannon," He thought confidently. He hopped on his bike and started pedaling as fast as he could towards the La Gueule de Saturne, eager to get working. The faster the day goes by, the sooner the paycheck! He's been wanting to take Mannon out on a date to a fancy restaurant. Although Mannon said she needed space, Rody was confident that she'd return one day.
Upon arrival at the bistro, Rody strolled in soaking wet. His eyes roamed around the room to try and find Vincent. "Hey chef?" He called out, walking over to the kitchen area. He ran his hand through his damp hair and pushed the door open. Vincent was having a smoke in the kitchen before he opened for business. He visibly jumped at the sound of the door and quickly snapped his head to see the source of said noise. When he saw who it was, he snorted and broke out into laughter. "Morning Rody," He chuckled. Seeing the state that Rody was in made him laugh. "Looks like you got soaked again." Vincent's demeanor dropped back to his usual stoicism. "I advise you to invest in an umbrella so you don't walk in looking like a stray mutt." He said, walking over to put his cigar in the ashtray. Rody flashed him a smile, "It's not all bad. I'm trying my best." Vincent scoffed at the younger man's statement, getting a towel to dry him off. Once he was finished drying Rody, he tossed the towel into the dirty pile and washed his hands."Get ready for your shift. We open in a few minutes," Vincent ordered before going into his office and shutting the door. Rody sighed and got to work. It's only a few hours, it'll be fine. Plus, being a waiter means you get to meet new people!
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The day passed by without a hitch! Rody cleaned up the last of the scraps and headed to the back to take out the trash. On the way there, he spotted Vincent smoking again. "Hey Vince," he said with a smile, tossing out the trash and looking back at him. "It's Vincent," Vincent corrected. "What's your reason to bother me this time?" He asked with a slight annoyance in his tone. Rody didn't mind, he just shrugged it off. "Why are you always smoking?" He asked as he leaned against the wall. Vincent was caught off guard by his question but gave him a sarcastic smirk. "Am I not allowed to smoke in my own restaurant?" He blew out a cloud of smoke towards Rody's face, causing the younger man to cough violently. "Gah- What the hell! It was just a question. No need to bully me." He choked out before swatting the smoke away. "Seriously though," Rody paused, putting a hand on Vincent's shoulder. "Are you alright?" Vincent flinched at the contact but eventually relaxed. "Mind your own business," he muttered under his breath, turning away to get out of Rody's grasp. The younger man put his hands up in defeat and walked back inside to finish cleaning off the tables or sweep the floor.
When the time came, Rody left and Vincent closed up the shop. However, Vincent didn't know that Rody had an extra key to get in through the back door. The brunette was always curious of his boss and why he acted so closed off from time to time, so he decided to sneak in through the back door. Meanwhile Vincent was in his office, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "God damnit Rody... What the hell are you doing to me?" He murmured. His mind was occupied with Rody. He didn't want to admit it, but he has feelings for the younger man. Rody, who was outside the door, listened in on his boss's muttering. With a groan of frustration, Vincent pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He's unbearably hard at the moment and is trying to get his mind off of these impure thoughts. Rody on the other hand, was trying to find out more about how Vincent knew Mannon. That's why he decided to stay after hours. The older man's hand drifted down to his crotch and gave it a few soothing rubs. He exhaled the smoke with a shaky sigh, feeling the unfamiliar feeling of pleasure going through his veins."What is he doing?" Rody thought as he listened to his boss's sighs of pleasure. He wanted to open the door, but he's scared of Vincent scolding him for hours on end. "Fuck...Rody..." Vincent groaned, unzipping his fly to stroke his length. He feels ashamed of doing this while thinking about his employee but the urge is too strong. Rody heard that and took a step back from the door. His face was flushed crimson due to the lewd sounds the older man was making. "What the fuckk..." He thought with a look of confusion on his face. The younger man couldn't believe what just happened. He didn't really expect Vincent to be the one moaning out like a girl. "I mean, he's strict and stoic. How could a man like that just-" Rody's own thoughts get cut off by Vincent's cries. "Yes, fuck. Just like that," Vincent gasped. He bit his lip as he slipped his fingers inside his hole. He's never been this horny before so he's trying a new approach rather than masturbating.
Vincent didn't know his fingers could feel this good inside the hole that he shits out of. It did more than surprise him, he was lost in a lustful frenzy. Rody was just listening intently, trying to figure out why Vincent is moaning his name like that. "Does Vince like me?" The thought flashed in his mind and he took another step back from the door and decided to hold off on investigating if Vince knew Mannon or not. It made him uncomfortable, yet aroused. So instead of exploring it more, he went home and tried to forget what happened.
