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Barista Boy//bmc

like this is heathers but,
my love of bmc cant be contained so here some richjake.
short story tho, this concept was originally for richjake but then i was contemplating is i should change it to a ram and kurt thing but. yeah
enjoy
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Jake:pov
This barista gig blows. its not as cool and easy as every movie shows it. no hot girls, and even if there is one, you realize your to much of a pussy to actually make a move and write your number, easily, on their cup. coffee is great and all but working behind the counter and having the smell of dark roast getting shoved down your throat is pretty intoxicating.
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"Name." Jake said bluntly after taking a order.
"Oh- Rich." The male said taking his wallet out. Jake looked up from the cup recognizing the name.
"Goranski..?" Jake questioned. The other male looked up from his wallet.
"Dillinger?" He replied, a smile slowly creeping on his face.
"Oh my god, Rich. Its been too long!" Jake exclaimed, having this being the most exciting moment in his barista career.
"Jake, I know. We need to meet up sometime!" He replied. "A barista boy huh?" Rich teased.
"Yeah, its pretty.. interesting." Jake laughed.
"Well, we'll meet up soon yeah?" Rich said, starting to leave with his order.
"Yeah totally, hey uh. Ill give you my number." Jake said taking back his cup for a second to write his number on it.
"Nice, i'll call you." He smiled and waved leaving the coffee shop.
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time skip like a week
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Jake threw his stuff on his apartment couch. Flopping himself on top of his pile. A vibration came from his back pocket. He pulled out his phone, seeing a multitude of messages from a unknown number.

410-678-1256

Hey, sorry i haven't texted you since now
Been busy,
you should know. hah
anyway, wanna meet up tonight?
its all good if not.
Its rich is you havent guessed by now.

yeah that would be dope.

okay, sweet. Where?

how do you invite me out, but
dont know where to.

idk, how about,,, Harveys?
the bar on 5th lane...?

its on.

you know it.

Jake smiled, prying himself off his couch and changing his shirt, hoping he doesn't smell like a pumpkin spice latte. He trotted his way down to 5th lane, not being that far from where he lived. He saw Rich outside leaning on exterior of the building. "Hey, Short stuff." Jake said grabbing his attention.
"Whats hanging, Tall shit?" Rich remarked making Jake laugh.
"Whats on the drink menu?" Jake asked, changing the subject.
"Hm, for me just a couple of beers." Rich replied.
"sounds good." Jake agreed walking inside the bar.

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a couple shots of vodka, and a margarita
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"Dude, is it bad that a tropical drink sounds good right now?!" Rich said totally hammered.
"Yes! but get one with the little umbrellas and fruits." Jake said just as wasted. Rich ordered a Tropical Flurry, a light teal drink with cherries and orange slices around the rim. Jake took the umbrella and put it in his hair. "I feel so festive." Jake remarked, Rich nodded.
"I want one!!" Rich pouted. "Bartender, please give me a umbrella!" Jake stuck the umbrella in Richs red streak.
"Beautiful... wait you still have that red hair?"
Jake asked, playing with it unintentionally.
"Mm, yeah." Rich said sipping the Tropical Flurry.
"This is amazing." Rich said chugging it.
"Wait, let me sip." Jake said chugging it as well.
"Tastes like a parrots ass!" Jake laughed, and did Rich.
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time skip after 30 mins, because they got kicked out.
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"Holy shit, i haven't drinken that much since... the last time i drunk that much." Rich said stumbling.
"Oh we should totally have a party sometime soon!" Jake said still high off the alcohol.
"Yes!" Rich said laughing uncontrollably.

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another time skip,
they went back to Jakes apartment
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"Ugh, now what." Rich said siting on Jakes couch.
"I dont know man." Jake replied sitting beside
Rich. Jake looked over at Rich, Rich had his head back looking up at the ceiling. Jake leaned in towards Rich kissing him, taking him by surprise Rich kissed back moving his hands around Jake messing his hair. Their hot make out session continued in the bedroom (duh)
"Ah~!" Rich exclaimed, rolling his head back, from the kisses Jake left on his neck. He continued down, taking off Richs shirt, as Rich took off his. "Holy shit." Rich said feeling Jakes lips on his pelvis bone.
Soon they undressed each other and they were both stripped and still drunk. Jake left different marks all over Richs body. Stomach, and legs. As did Rich, leaving purple marks on Jakes neck, and hips.
Then the sun began to rise.
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10:56 a.m
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"Ugh-" Jake sat up rubbing his eyes. Sore, and naked. He started to freak out, seeing purple marks everywhere. "What the shit..." He whispered looking around for somebody. He then saw Richs back beside him. He panicked.
Did i fuck him?! He thought to himself.
...or did he fuck me. Jake stood up.
oh okay, he didn't fuck me. He then saw Rich started to wake up. He threw himself back in bed facing his back towards Rich. He heard Rich yawn, then it was silent for a solid minute.
"HOLY FUCK DUDE." Rich yelled shaking Jake. Jake slowly turned around and smiled.
"um, what a fling right... hah." Jake nervously laughed.
"What happened... did we fuck?" Rich asked shamelessly. Jake just got flustered.
"I don't know! This is-! What did we have to drink yesterday?!" Jake yelled panicking as well. Rich got back in bed beside Jake and kissed him deeply. Jake closed his eyes kissing back anxiously. Rich groaned into the kiss. Then Jake pulled away, "So, what..." Rich just shrugged.
"Just felt right you know." Jake nodded mesmerized, slowly attaching their lips closed again.
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Jake drove to work, 3 hours late. His shift started at 9 and he was now getting there 12. He walked behind the counter nonchalantly, bumping into his manager.
"3 hours late.." He stated. Jake nodded, exhausted.
"Let him be, He had quite a night last night aye?" Michael said stepping in. Another one of his high school friends, they just happened to be co-workers too. The manager walked away scribbling on his clipboard. "So who's the lucky guy~~" Michael pushed.
"What are you talking about." Jake said going to work.
"Oh i saw you walk out of Harvey's with somebody. They were far to fit to be a women." Michael stated.
"It was Rich, you know." Jake said, sleepily. Michaels eyes widened. "We didn't do anything, it was like. A reunion." Jake said trying his best not to blush.
"Yeah yeah..." Michael replied, unconvinced.