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Hanky-Panky 🤔

Prompt: Scott and Mitch– boys who bicker as harshly and frequently as a bitter divorced couple– mysteriously disappeared from work at the same time the night before, and a coworker is onto them.

Setting: AU Different Personalities

Words: 565
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Scott walked through the door, head low, desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

"Well, good morning, Hoying! Look who showed up for work!" Jared announced exaggeratedly. Scott winced.

"Shut up. Please." Scott grabbed his shirt from the drawer and walked into the back room.

"Oh no, you're not escaping this one. Where's Grassi, huh?"

Just then, the bell rang in another's entry, which to no ones surprise, was just who Jared was expecting.

"There he is! The man of the hour."

"Put a sock in it, Jizzbucket." Mitch fired back.

Jared laughed as Mitch walked past him as well. To Mitch's surprise, however, Scott emerged shirtless moments before Mitch reached the back room, and both froze simultaneously.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't fuck each other last night."

"Oh my fucking gosh." Mitch rolled his eyes, still flushed red, and pushed past Scott to the back room.

"I didn't even know Hoying was gay!" Jared guffawed.

"We didn't do anything, Jared. Could you just stop?" Scott awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, slipping his uniform shirt over his head.

"Are you kidding? One second you two hate each other, the next you disappear without clocking out. Then you, Mr. Goody-two-shoes try to call off work, complaining of a migraine! You're telling me you didn't drink last night?" Jared smirked, leaning against the counter. Houston walked through the door that came from the front area of the store.

"Hey, get off your lazy asses and help unbox these new items. I don't pay y'all to play hanky-panky under this roof. It's almost opening time." Houston barked, headed straight for a stack of brown boxes.

"But, apparently you pay us to host scandals. Hoying could tell you a thing or two about playing hanky-panky–"

Scott shoved him mid-sentence, causing Jared to laugh.

"Boss! He's blushing. Get a load of this!"

"I don't give a shit about what you boys do as long as these boxes are unpacked by noon." Houston mumbled, used to Jared's antics, but still annoyed.

"Grassi! What're you doing back there? Massaging your ass?"

"Leave him alone, Kleinman." Scott mumbled, starting on the boxes.

"Aw, his little boyfriend sticking up for him? Or should I say fuck buddy? Wait, who topped? Can't be Hoying. His arms would be trembling the entire time. But, Grassi's too submissive," Jared pondered quite loudly, causing Spooner and Cullen to begin snickering.

"I don't know how far you two could have gotten in one night. You might be married now. Well, anything's possible with alcohol."

"Jared, I swear," Mitch finally emerged from the back room with his shirt on, "I will shove my heel straight up your ass if you don't knock it off."

"Wow! Just because you're all lovey with Hoying now means I'm the victim of your threats?" Jared dramatically complained.

"I'll shove a heel up his ass too!"

"Mitch!" Scott turned around in surprise.

"Do you want a heel up your ass?" Mitch looked down at him and asked, causing Scott to freeze in place, blinking rapidly at the confrontation.

"N-no."

"Then shut it." Mitch demanded and pivoted away, but not before giving Scott a small wink that made his heart sing.

"Did you see that? Did you just see that? Spooner, you had to have seen that!"

Mitch shook his head at a loss for words, grabbing a box and fighting a smile.

"I'm looking out the window, and Mitch's convertible is no where to be found. What I do see? Scott's pick-up! Why did you even bother entering a second apart?"
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