Eugene x Andrew

Chapter 4 - What To Do?

Eugene froze in horror, staring back at the person who was standing across from him stuttering and turning a deep shade of red.

"A-Andrew," Eugene stammered, nearly dropping the bowls he was holding and playing a quick game of juggling before turning around and setting them down on the table. Fuck my life...

Andrew cleared his throat. "Um... Yeah, there, there was supposed to be.... Um... Sushi... For lunch..."

Eugene glanced over his shoulder at the man, and suppressed a chuckle at the sight of him shifting his weight awkwardly as he purposely looked away. Andrew glanced over at Eugene and then looked away quickly, his cheeks still red.

"You just missed it," Eugene said. Pants... I need my pants. "Everyone else left a while ago, and the rest of the Try Guys just left." He looked around the room as he spoke, searching frantically for his clothes. "There was a bit of the sushi left, but I, uh, I ended up-" He stopped speaking as he saw his pile of clothes on the other table. It seemed to far away...

"Is there any sushi left?" Andrew asked, the thought of food making his stomach rumble. He looked back over at Eugene as he spoke, and couldn't look away as he watched the naked man rush over to another table where a pile of clothes were neatly folded. Andrew forced himself to look away.

"Uhhh, no. Nope, I finished it," Eugene said as he found his boxers and quickly put them on. He kept his back towards Andrew as he pulled on his pants, his cheeks still feeling flushed but most likely no longer having any color to them.

"Oh... Okay. Well, I'm going to go back to work," Andrew said, giving one last look at the man's muscular back before turning to leave.

Eugene cleared his throat and called after him, "Wait! I can take you out to lunch sometime. For sushi. To make up for eating the rest of it," he offered as he pulled his shirt over his head, now facing the blonde. He grabbed his black sweater off of the table and walked over to him.

Andrew looked at him, his eyebrows knitted as he contemplated what this idea entitled. Then he grinned. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, man."

The two men walked back through the hallways, Eugene putting on his black sweater and fixing its sleeves. They returned to their computers, never mentioning what happened and ignoring each other for the rest of the day.

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*A Few Days Later*
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Eugene glanced at the digital clock at the bottom-right corner of his computer screen for probably the twentieth time. Stop it, Eugene. There's still another hour before lunch. He looked up over the top of his computer and scanned the room, attempting to locate the cause of his stress. Found you...

Andrew stood over by the stairs, talking to one of their co-workers. He held a mug in his hands, most likely filled with either coffee or tea, and he had a one-sided grin on his face as he spoke. He was talking to Allison, one of the people whom he sometimes made videos with. She was standing rather close to him, listening intently to what the man was saying.

Eugene furrowed his brow, nearly glaring over at them.

"Hey Eugene," Chris called out as he strided over to him.

Eugene snapped his attention back to his situation instead of Andrew's. He turned to face the man as he spoke.

"How does this sound for our next lyric video?" He asked, handing Eugene a sheet of paper with lyrics scrawled on it. The version on top was the original lyrics, and written below it was the "literal" interpretation of the words. The idea of having a "Literal Lyric" video instead of a "Misheard Lyrics" was rather new, and this was the first song that any of the trio had played around with.