Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Baby, I'm like Taco Bell. I'll Spice Up your life.

Baby, I'm like Taco Bell. I'll Spice Up your life. By whyamIalwaysLoislane
(whyamIalwaysLoislane)
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If you saw Derek walking down the street you wouldn't think he worked at Taco Bell. He's a six foot wall of muscle and heavy eyebrow, but college debts will make a person do crazy things. Like work the drive thru night shift for two weeks.

He signed up for those particular shifts because his college classes were late on anyway so he thought, "why not?", it would help him avoid Creeper Matt who willingly worked the 6am shift and really wanted in Derek's too tight black slacks.

So here he is. It's 3AM and the weirdos have started to ascend.

Now Derek has worked this shift for a good few days. So he didn't think anything could fase him. He had a shirtless guy haul his ass out of the car then proceed to dump the drink he'd just bought all over himself, rub it a little into his skin then return to his car and drove off. Six guys all crammed into a tractor. Who ordered a taco and left Derek a tip, trundling off before he could tell them no one tips the drive thru people.

Today's well. Today's trumped everything.

It's 3:54AM and the hour of the weird has almost finished and Derek is a few minutes from shooting himself. Or leaving. He's gets off work at 4.

"Can I order a taco pleaaaseeeee? [sniggering]"

"Only if you can pay." Derek retorted to the fuzzy voice across the line.

"Oh I can pay."

"Then what can I get you?"

The man on the other line ordered his taco, with two fries and three drinks. All with sniggering imputed here and there.

"Okay if you could drive through to the next window please."

Derek stared out the window as the guy rolled, well shuffled into view.

Now there was something wrong with this scene. Well two things wrong. The guy who had ordered, ridiculously attractive though he may have been, was seriously lacking in the vehicle department.

Which brings Derek to number two on the wrong list. This guys present vehicle was a guy with an uneven jaw on all fours.

"I've come to pick up a taco." The guy who ordered shouts in a very I'm-a-Knight-here-to-save-the-fair-maiden kind of way.

"And my fries."

"And my stallion's fries."

"You do know this a drive thru, not a gallop thru..." Derek murmured, moving to get their drinks.

"Ahhh you've noticed my steed." The man leant over, leaning on the drive thru counter and gave a little wink.

"How high are you?"

"He's not, they are always like this." Derek's attention was brought to a third person in this party, a slender redhead who looked about as amused as Derek, who was tapping away on a phone. "The Diet one is mine, cheers." She said and flashed a small lethal smile and turned back to her phone.

"So they do know they don't have a car..."

"Yup." The steed spoke up. "Could you extra load the chips with that cool salt, please" The stallion gave him a soft smile and Derek felt a urge to add extra salt.

"You're gonna get fat." The rider sat down, no longer holding his own weight.

"Not carrying your fat ass sir."

"Rude." The rider stood up.

Derek collected his jaw off the counter and went to get the drinks.