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Jaklance - Triple Shot

Triple Shot

James x Keith x Lance

Summary: Inspired by a Pinterest post with a list of coffee shop AUs.

James is a favored barista at a popular café. Every day, two different customers come in for their respective orders, and James can't for the life of him decide which one is cuter. He flirts hopelessly with each of them – what happens when they come in together and decide to flirt back?

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James exhaled a breath as he wiped down the counter, happy to steal a moment to breathe and relax now that the morning rush had ended. He'd never have expected, upon accepting morning shifts at a job which opened at six o'clock in the morning, that his work would be so busy.

It was nearing nine, which meant that the second morning rush consisting of college students caffeinating before class would soon be underway. James took a large swig of his own beverage in preparation, posing at the counter with a friendly smile on his lips.

"People-pleaser," his coworker Ryan teased, chuckling softly.

James turned to stick out his tongue. "That's how I make all my tips."

His heart drummed in his chest in anticipation. With the pre-class crowd came a beautiful brunet with sun-kissed skin and the slightest hint of a Cuban accent. He always ordered the same thing – a large caramel frappe with extra caramel and whipped cream. James wondered how he could stomach such a sickeningly sweet drink – the usual amount of caramel he was permitted to use was sweet enough, and this cutie always asked for more, plus drizzle around the cup and atop the whipped cream. He would suck it down with a smile, shove a couple of bucks or a handful of change into the tip jar, and wave to James on his way out of the door. The barista swore that the hot Cuban winked at him once, but he convinced himself that his brain was playing tricks, teasing him with what he wanted but couldn't have.

James watched as the door opened and a familiar figure shuffled into view. His heart lurched in his chest, and he plucked up a plastic cup to scribble the order onto it as the brunet stepped further into the building. He had half a mind to wait for him to actually order, just in case he wanted something different, but James' gay heart desperately wanted to impress the hot guy, so he pumped an unhealthy amount of caramel over ice into the blender. He poured fresh shots and cold milk up to the appropriate measurement line and placed the lid on top, setting it to blend as the brunet approached the counter. He watched with adorably furrowed brows as James decorated the cup with caramel, poured the beverage into it, topped it with cream and more sauce, and slid it across the counter without a single word spoken.

"Wow," he commented after taking a tentative sip. "That was kinda hot."

Well, there went James' heart. Rest in peace. He's dead now.

"I- uh-" he faltered, every smooth opening line he'd practiced having fled his brain the second the brunet looked at him. "It's just... You always come in at this time, and you always order the same thing, so I kinda wanted to impress you by having it ready, and now I realize that may have been a little creepy-"

He was cut off by the most beautiful laugh he'd ever heard. His eyes were glued to the brunet's lips as they wrapped around the straw, suckling on his frappe.

"I'm flattered that you pay attention to me," he replied, and he most definitely dropped one of his midnight blue eyes into a wink that time. He slid correct change across the counter, but instead of dropping a dollar into the tip jar, he inserted a folded piece of paper. "Don't let anyone take your tips."