The Boy In the Flower Shop

Well Then

Mathias raced into the shop, past the other workers, and followed Berwald up the stairs. He tried to hide his excitement, but he couldn't stop thinking about the events that were about to unfold. 

As soon as he and Ber were both in the bathroom Mat locked the door.

"What are you doing?" Ber asked with a confused look.  

"I-uh..." Mathias thought for sure Berwald was going too suck his dick.

"This is the only bathroom with cooled water." Ber stated. He then turned, unlocked the door, and left.

Well then.

Mat looked around the room, and spotted a bottle of lotion. He thought it might not be a good idea to jack off at an interview... or expect a blow job from your interviewer... or get hard because of them.

*

"Is he gonna get the job?" Emil asked as Berwald reentered the room.

"I guess." Berwald really wasn't sure if it was a good idea to hire him, but he was qualified. But also distracting. 

Mathias walked into the room and stood there awkwardly.

"I probably really screwed up that interview, didn't I?" He turned to Berwald. 

"Well, you really screwed up the end of it," 

Mathias looked down at his feet.

"But, you are qualified for the job."

Mathias perked up. "Did I get it." 

"I'll have to talk to my father, but I think you did."

Mathias ran up to Ber and hugged him. "Thanks Ber."

Berwald was surprised when Mat hugged him, he wasn't used to people touching him.

When Mat let go he turned to Emil and Tino.

*

"Who are you guys?" Mathias asked the two boys behind the counter.

"People that you're probably not going to care about." Emil answered, and Tino nodded his head.

"But, what are you names?" Mathias questioned.

"I'm Tino and this is Emil." Tino answered this time.

Mathias looked over Tino. He was small, blond, and a bit chubby. He seemed like a happy person, he had a genuine smile and kind eyes.

Then he looked over Emil. He was skinny, no muscles what so ever. He had tired eyes, and not the kind of 'Let me sleep' tired, but a different kind. He was also short and blond. As Mathias looked closer he realized all the bruising  on Emil's neck. 

"Any way," Berwald's voice grabbed his attention. "You need to fill out this sheet." He handed Mathias a sheet asking him for all his information, the kind you usually fill out before an interview.

"Oh, okay."

As Mathias rode his bike home from his interview, he began thinking of Berwald. They had mutual feelings for each other, but would Berwald just want to stay friends? Mathias feared that would hurt more then braking up.