Matched (joshler) (COMPLETED)

God

slight smut

"This is the back room. You'll find everything you need back here, straws, napkins, silverware, plates, bowls, and pretty much everything you use on the daily. This is the dry storage where you'll find your restock, condiments, coffee and tea, lemon wedges that you will need to cut yourself for waters. Try not to get in the way of back of house, unless absolutely necessary and especially during a rush. Things can get pretty tense during our busy hours and we don't need anyone sent to the hospital. Any questions so far?"

Dakota's eyes are wide as she attempts to keep up with the information being thrown at her. She shakes her head, "No."

"Good. Come this way and we'll introduce you to some of the back of house and I'll also show you your schedule."

Dakota follows her boss, Theresa, T for short, to the kitchen where a few people are working.

"Hey, guys," Theresa calls catching everybody's attention. "This is the new girl Dakota. She's going to be replacing Megan starting Monday."

Everyone gives their own greetings, making Dakota smile, "Hey."

Theresa excuses herself to take a phone call and Dakota's new coworkers introduce themselves.

Jesse is one of the prep cooks. Tall, skinny, black hair with freckles dotting his face like Dakota.

Autumn is the part time prep cook, part time waitress. About Dakota's height, a curvy body, light brown ringlets peeking out from under her hairnet and small gap between her front teeth.

Mickey is the dish washer. Again, about Dakota's height, a buzzed haircut, and a thin build with his arm muscles on display underneath his tank top.

And finally, there's Wyatt. The line cook. A disheveled looking man with thick arms, his t-shirt gripping his biceps tightly. He had hair down to his neck, curling on the ends, slicked back at the bangs with sweat, and probably grease, Dakota assumes. He has tattoos littering both arms as well that Dakota really wants to see for some reason. He sends a smug smirk towards her.

"Nice to meet you."

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Dakota grins as she opens the front door to her home. She slips her shoes off and skips excitedly to where her dad, Josh, and Dylan are sitting on the couch. She stops and tilts her head in confusion.

"...28, 29, 30..."

"What is happening?" Dakota asks slowly.

Tyler and Josh watch intently as Dylan stacks cheerios on her belly.

"We don't know," Tyler answers.

"It's pretty amusing though," Josh follows.

"Stop wiggling, you're gonna make it fall," Dylan states quietly, focusing deeply on the tall stack of cereal.

"I have to pee," Tyler whispers after a moment of silence, 46 Cheerios now standing on Dylan's stomach.

"Do it, motherfucker, I dare you."

Josh can't help but to bust out in laughter making the cereal stack tumble down, scattering the floor and Dylan with Cheerios.

Dylan's mouth drops and Josh slaps his hand over his mouth. The expecting mother slowly turns her head toward the man, "Josh."

"I'm sorry," Josh whispers.

"Hold out your arm."

Hesitantly, Josh sticks his arm out toward her. She slaps it before crossing her arms.

"Ow."

Tyler laughs and looks up at Dakota, "Welcome home. How was your first day?"

"It was...interesting."

"How so?"

"Not something I ever saw myself doing for work, but I think I can get behind it."

"Did you meet anybody yet?"

Dakota shrugs, "Everyone seems nice so far. Boss is a little cranky. Line cook is hot as...you can fill in the blank."

"Fuck?"

"Shit?"

"Balls?"

Dakota nods at the three people's responses, "All of it."

"How old is this line cook?" Tyler asks.

"No idea. I didn't ask."

"Girl, zon't zo it," Dylan says, wiggling her finger at her sister.

"Do what?"

"You know what," Dylan rolls her eyes and points to her stomach.

"I'm not doing anything. I simply made a comment."

"Hm," Dylan hums, knowingly.

"Whatever. Good night, I have work tomorrow."

"My girls are growing up," Tyler sighs as his daughter disappears upstairs.

Josh smiles at the man and then looks at Dylan who is up again to 17 Cheerios, "You still got that one, though."

Tyler shakes his head with a smile. He looks at Dylan and laughs gently. Standing up to go to the bathroom, Dylan scoffs, "Father!"

-

"Why would you do this me?"

Tyler looks at Josh as he walks out of the bathroom, "Do what?"

"The toilet paper."

"What about it?" Tyler laughs.

"It's got a mullet."

"What?"

"You put it on the wrong way."

"There's no wrong way to put toilet paper on the holder."

"The fuck there isn't!"

Tyler rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom and flips the roll before standing straight and resting his hands on his hips, "Happy?"

"Yes," Josh states, wrapping his arms around the brunette's waist. He kisses his forehead. "Thank you."

"You're so dramatic, you know that?" Tyler says softly, his arms sliding around the man's neck.

"Mhm," Josh hums slowly pressing his lips against Tyler's. "I'm also horny. Which one of those things do you want help with first?"

Tyler smiles lightly and kisses Josh's lips, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of the man's neck. Josh lowers his head and latches onto the smaller man's jaw, slowly moving toward his ear. He bites his earlobe just hard enough to make Tyler shiver.

"God," Tyler breathes, his heart beating faster.

Josh moves up slightly to whisper in Tyler's ear, "I am your God."

Tyler's eyes widen as he feels himself get hard at his fiancé's words. Josh looks down between them and smirks as he makes eye contact again, "That do something for you?"

Tyler's face blossoms red. He nods, unable to look away from the man. Josh smiles before leaning in again and kissing the man deeply.

Bending down, he lifts Tyler and carries him to the bed, laying him down gently. He drops his boxers and Tyler sits up on his elbows, giving the man elevator eyes. He licks his lips and bites the bottom one flirtatiously, "Looking good, daddy."

"Not so bad yourself, baby boy," Josh winks.

Tyler allows Josh to slip his boxers off before he kneels down and takes Tyler's dick in his mouth. Tyler hums and rests his hand in Josh's curls.

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