Workplace Imbalance

50 Pounds Pt.1

"When I was a boy my mother often said to me, Get married son and see how happy you will be, I have looked all over, but no girl can I find" Eddie sang to himself as he patrolled the vast hallways of Murkoff Industries. It was around 9 PM by now, his shift had already ended. But he offered to work overtime, which the higher-ups were very grateful for- saying that his devotion to the company was something to marvel. He laughed at that thought, little did they know he had gone through the files of one of the receptionists' computers when she wasn't there and found that Waylon worked late nights often. Which meant more time for him to corner Waylon without the worry of another employee reporting harassment.

As he was about the start walking back to the front of the building he heard light grunting. Curiosity getting to him, he slowly turned the corner and saw Waylon lifting or he should say attempting to lift a box. He decided not to let his presence be known to the blonde and remained in the shadows, watching as Waylon desperately tried to get the damn box off the ground. His attention was pulled away from Waylon when he saw two male scientists walk down a hallway in sight of the blonde.

One of the scientists paused in his tracks, eyes going to Waylon who was still struggling and nudged the scientist beside him.

"Wow, great job Parks. I can definitely see you were picked first in the gym" the scientist drawled sarcastically. Waylon simply looked down, unresponsive.

"You know, I'm aware that there's a stereotype that us brainiacs are weak. But this is just pathetic" the second scientist offered, acting as though Waylon couldn't hear the two.

"Probably less than 50 pounds in that box"

"No wonder that security guard is always tailing him, probably concerned that little Park here wouldn't have the strength to open a fucking door"

"Say Parks, how much can you lift?" the first scientist asked, nudging Waylon with his shoe.

Waylon simply turned his head away from the two, his hands wiping something on his cheeks.

"I asked you a question four eyes"

"I-I don't know," Waylon replied, voice cracking slightly.

"You know, I never see you at gatherings with coworkers outside of work. I wonder why? Any ideas Landon?" the second scientist asked, voice filled with humor.

"Great inquiry Rowan, you know I overheard some of our peers say its because they don't want to be seen with someone so pathetic that they can't even lift something over 50 pounds"

The two scientists began laughing as though they said something funny, and not something that verged on highschool insults.

"Holy shit, is he crying"

Eddie's eyes were brought back to Waylon and he saw that he was in fact crying, cheeks wet, despite his efforts to wipe his face, the tears kept flowing down.

"N-no, I'm n-not" Waylon managed to say, voice shaking and cracking the whole time.

The sight of this was too much, Eddie knew he should step in but the sight of the weak blonde crying in such an embarrassing situation was causing him to get hard.

One of the scientists suddenly grabbed Waylon by the roots of his hair, forcing him to face the two scientists. It was then that he heard Waylon yelp that Eddie knew he needed to step in.

"I suggest you let him go"

Before the two scientists could even register where the imposing voice was coming from, the lead scientist was shoved into the wall aggressively, his arm twisted behind his back painfully.

"Woah Woah, hey! OW- hey, we'll get out of here! Please- OW, just let me go" the scientist pleaded through the discomfort of his arm being twisted.

Eddie took a step back before throwing the scientist onto the ground, it only took one look after that to get the duo scurrying down the hallway without looking back.

Hearing the sniffling behind him brought his focus back to the bespectacled blonde.

"Would you like any assistance darling?"

"I'M NOT WEAK," Waylon barked, catching Eddie by surprise.

"I can do this by myself, it's only 50 pounds," he mumbled, wiping the still flowing tears off his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater. Eddie simply took a step back, trying to will his boner to go down.

He watched as Waylon continued to desperately try to get the box off the floor, after about 5 minutes of struggling he was eventually able to get it off the floor, arms shaking the whole while. Slowly standing up, box clasped tightly in trembling limbs he began to walk. He only made it about 5 steps before the weight became too much to bear and the blonde slammed into the floor loudly, glasses landed a few feet away.

Eddie looked at the poor boy with pity. Not even able to lift 50 pounds, he knew he should be disgusted by such a display of weakness- but it only added to his growing arousal.

"Darling, it's nothing to be ashamed of. The weaker breed of men such as yourself was not built to handle such masculine tasks. Let me help you" Eddie's voice sounded so sweet but so patronizing, Waylon should have been offended. But he just nodded as he began to cry again, cradling his arms with new bruises forming. He needed security.

Eddie crouched down, gently placing Waylon on the box as though he might break if he touched him too hard.

"My glasses," Waylon said weakly, Eddie picked up the glasses and gently set the thick frames on the blondes tear-stained face.

"Where does this box go?"

"Medical room 78 in panacea hallway '' Waylon replied faintly, before he could ask what Gluskin was doing, he felt the box beneath him being lifted, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck as the man began to walk.

Eddie grinned at the sight of the blonde's face. The sight of awe, shock, disbelief, and embarrassment covered the technician's face.

Soon enough they entered the vacant medical room, setting the box down on the table with ease he looked into the blonde's green eyes.

"Take off your shirt, let me care for your wounds darling"