Chapter 2 Tobias
Tobias
“Fucking amazing.” My voice is thick as my pulse quickens. My control is slipping, and I’m finding it harder to keep it together. I grip the arms of my office chair and lean back in the leather seat. “You’re so fucking sexy—”
Suddenly, three sharp knocks on my office door make me jump. They waste no time swinging open the door.
“Jesus,” I blurt. I curl closer to the desk, scrambling to try and hide my waist.
“Hey Toby-Bear.” Claire sings, stepping into the room.
“Claire. What’s up?” Feeling an immediate rush of blood flood my face, I try to steady my voice.
Her blonde ponytail whips behind her as she closes the door. “You won’t believe who just walked into the restaurant.” She giggles. I watch in horror as she skips over to my desk and perches on the edge.
“Oh yeah?” I gulp. “Who?” I try to keep my focus on her, but the grip around my shaft only tightens.
“Gabriel West.” I can see the excitement radiating off her.
I squint my eyes, begging myself to focus on her and not the warm slickness gliding up and down my dick.
“You know, the guy who directed that short film that they played at the Toronto Film Festival?”
“Oh, Gabe,” I say, a little too close to a moan. Claire’s eyebrows furrow as she crosses her arms and straightens her back.
Fuck. She’s on to me.
“I mean…” I let out a nervous cough. “Yeah, I know Gabe. He’s a cool dude.” I shrug to prove my nonchalance.
She drops her arms on the desk and leans closer to me. My heart stops.
Please don’t look down, please don’t look down.
“A cool dude? He’s a total smoke show.” She straightens back up. As if him being attractive makes any difference to me. “Please, hire him. Oh, please. It’ll make my whole summer.” She whines, clasping her hands together.
“Wait, what? Why would I do that?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “Gabriel—Gabe—whatever is waiting to be interviewed by you. He wants a job here.” She hops off my desk to head towards the door. “Should I just tell him to come in or–”
“No!” I yell out. I cough to clear my throat. “Can you tell him I'll be there in five minutes? Just sit him at one of the empty booths in the dining area and I’ll be right there.”
She gives me one of her gleaming smiles. “Thanks, boss!” She winks at me before skipping to the door and closing it on her way out.
I exhale heavily as I sit back and look down at the troublemaker still attached to me.
“You’re in so much trouble,” I pant. Elijah looks up at me with those heavenly doe eyes, giving me one of his unapologetic, devious smiles before going right back to deep-throating me.
My head tilts back as I give in, the pleasure overwhelming.
I’m too close to the edge to give him any more trouble than that.
“What am I going to do with you?” I give a breathy moan, digging my shoes into the ground. He grips my lower back, pulling me closer so it feels like I’m sliding down his throat. It’s all too much.
Copper floods my mouth from how hard I’m biting my bottom lip, trying desperately to stifle any sound. I hang on for dear life as I tumble over the edge.
My body trembles as euphoria ripples down to my toes. His eyes never waver from mine as he swallows down every pulse.
I quickly position my hand softly under his neck, feeling his Adam’s apple dip as sucks me dry. The sensation sends shivers racing down my spine. I think it may be my new favorite thing. With Elijah, I find a new favorite thing every time we’re together.
Elijah hums, popping his mouth off my tip. He flashes me the most charming smile I’ve ever seen after doing the most sinful thing. “You’re delicious.” He smirks, lazily passing his tongue over my tip.
“And you’re crazy.” I laugh, shaking my head.
My hips twitch a couple more times at the sensation before he’s satisfied.
I back up my chair, giving him enough space so he can crawl out.
“Can’t believe you didn’t stop. Claire was having a full-blown conversation with me and everything.
” I stuff myself back into my pants and walk over to the mirror I have hanging up on the office wall.
Thankfully, I don’t look as completely wrecked as that blowjob made me feel.
I smooth my hair back and attempt to straighten myself out.
Getting up and dusting off his black apron from his waist, Elijah laughs. “I’ll stop the day it’s no longer sexy that I’m banging the boss.” He winks at me.
I watch him through the mirror as he smooths his apron with effortless confidence, like blowing my mind is just another natural talent. I quickly forget why I was giving him a hard time. The guy wants to give me knee-shaking orgasms during his break at work? I should be thanking him.
He flashes his caramel-brown eyes at me through the mirror and winks, clearly knowing I’m watching.
I stride back over to him, closing the distance between us—since it’s always too much—and grip the back of his neck, crushing his lips into mine. He grabs hold of my waist, pulling me in to rub his hard-on against me.
A smile creeps across my face. “I should help you deal with that,” I say softly.
His eyebrows raise as he looks down at my lips. “Maybe you should—”
All of a sudden, there’s another knock on the door. Claire rushes in, immediately stopping in her tracks. Thankfully, Elijah is standing in front of me, so Claire can’t see that my pants are still unzipped.
“Oh! Heyyy, Elijah.” Claire’s face immediately turns bright pink as her eyes dart between the two of us, taking in the scene. Elijah gives her a confident smile over his shoulder.
“Claire, um–” I quickly scramble to do up my pants zipper.
Dammit, that was louder than I expected it to be.
“Gabe’s still—” she stammers, pointing behind her.
“Right. Yup. Coming!” I cringe, brushing past her out the door. I look quickly behind me to give Elijah an apologetic face as I rush out.
He shrugs, not giving a care in the world. It’s what I love most about him.
“I really gotta get you to start knocking.” I laugh softly as Claire follows behind me.
“Uh, I did. I do every single time." She giggles behind me. "It’s not my fault that you two are like animals in heat.”
I smooth my hand through my hair. “Do I detect jealousy?” I laugh playfully.
“Yes. Yes, you do. Now hire me my own hottie and I’ll stop barging in on you and yours.” She winks, lightly shoving me towards the correct booth.
I shake my head, smiling as she walks off, and turn my attention back to Gabe, who’s staring down at his phone.
I feel bad that I’ve kept the poor guy waiting for so long.
I met him last year, one night at the restaurant, after I was feeling low.
His friendship came at just the right time since I was just talking to Jude about not having my own life.
Gabe and I talked for a bit and even made plans to hang out sometime.
But, Elijah did what Elijah does and became my whole world very quickly.
A rush of guilt comes over me when I realize the last time I spoke to Gabe, I left his message unanswered.
“Hey, dude!” He beams up at me, placing his phone down on the table. “Long time no talk.”
Okay, good. At least he doesn’t seem like he holds a grudge.
Truthfully, he doesn’t seem like the angry type. Judging by his arms covered in tattoos, his black, messy hair that hangs down in front of his green eyes, and his laid-back attitude, I feel like being mad isn’t his style, which is a relief.
“Hey. Yeah, I’m sorry we haven’t caught up.” I shake his hand, which feels weird but I guess that’s the standard in this type of scenario.
“Ah, that’s okay.” He waves me off. “Work gets nuts. Plus, I didn’t realize you were the owner of this place. That’s so cool!” He smiles, leaning back in the booth.
I slide in the booth across from him, clasping my hands on the top of the table.
“Yeah, it’s a long story, but I’m basically part owner.
My–” I look up to see Elijah striding through the dining room—shoulders back, chest firm, dark hair glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Damn, is he a sight.
“Uh…Tobias?” Gabe lets out a small laugh, shifting in his seat.
I snap back to reality. “Shit. I’m sorry. My boyfriend. He’s the other owner,” I say, nudging my head towards Elijah, who began talking to a guest at another table.
Gabe follows my eyesight. His lips part as he takes in my words.
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t still a little nerve-racking telling someone for the first time that I’m gay.
It’s not like it’s anything to be ashamed of, nor is it anyone else’s business, of course.
But, even now, it’s still taking some getting used to.
It’s like a whole new identity of mine that I’ve unlocked.
I recognize that I’m going to have to “come out” for the rest of my life and I guess… it’s an interesting feeling.
Gabe’s eyes scan me for just a moment and I hold my breath, waiting for his response.
He nods his head. “Unreal. It’s impressive you’re running a restaurant like this at such a young age...” he says, gesturing around him.
I laugh freely. Tension drops away from my shoulder. “Truthfully, I’m just maintaining what our dad built. He passed away last year and left us this restaurant. We’re just doing our best to keep it going. It means a lot to us.” I shrug.
His one eyebrow peeks in confusion. “‘Our dad’?”
I can feel my face turning hot. “Not by blood—” I rush. “I was just really close to him growing up. He’s my dad…but, not by blood.” I mutter. “Wait…why are we talking about this?” I shake my head.
“Honestly, that was my bad. I have a habit of getting deep pretty quickly.” He cringes apologetically. We both start laughing now, which feels nice.
It’s only then that I notice a piece of paper in front of me, showcasing his past experiences and education. I slide it closer and give it a glance. It feels awkward with him watching me read, but I’d better do it: formalities and such.
“Well, this all looks great. You’ve bartended before which is perfect. We’re looking for another server and bartender before September, so your timing couldn’t be more perfect.”
I look up to see where his eyes have fallen and smile when I notice he has locked eyes with Claire across the dining room. She looks away sheepishly and continues rolling cutlery in napkins.
Well, that settles it.
“I’d love to hire you.” I grin.
His face lights up. “Seriously? That’s awesome.”
If I’m being completely honest, we needed his help like yesterday. With Elijah and some of the other younger staff leaving to return to school, we’ll be short-staffed after this weekend. Gabe seems like a perfect fit.
“Can you come in on Monday? I can get our bartender, Stacy, to show you the ropes.”
“Yeah, dude. I mean—boss.” He beams.
“Cool.” I smile, standing up. He follows my lead and joins me. I can tell he’s a little taller than me, which throws me off since I’m usually the taller one. With his looks and charm, the customers are going to be eating him up. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
He shakes my hand and walks out of the restaurant.
“So, did you do it?” Claire runs over to me as I walk up to the bar. “Tell me you did it.” She pouts.
“I did.” I nod at Claire, watching her excitedly bouncing on her tiptoes and clapping her hands.
I shake my head in dismay. “You’re ridiculous.”
I feel a warm presence beside me. My body immediately reacts whenever he’s around.
“You actually hired him?” His voice feels smooth like butter in my ears.
I turn my head to look at Elijah and I’m confused when I see his eyebrows pinched with a tense jaw. Wait, is he upset?
“Yeah. Shit. Should I have asked you?” I tilt my head. “He had good qualifications and we’re going to need him while you’re out of town.”
He reaches his hand into his back pocket and takes out his notepad. “Oh, joy.” He says plainly, a small hint of sarcasm in his tone. “It should be fine.”
I narrow my eyes at him, sensing something I’ve only seen glimpses of but never fully seen in real life. “Wait…you wouldn’t be jealous, would you?”
Elijah’s jaw clenches as he locks eyes with mine. He straightens his back.
A curl of his lips twists into disgust and a memory of the sassy Elijah that I know comes charging back. “Jealous of him?”
I roll my lips into my mouth, trying to stifle my grin as I take in this adorable moment. “Elijah…baby, did you forget how obsessed with you I am?” I grip his waist and pull him in closer.
Everything in me wants to make quick use of that fire in him in every way that I know how. Preferably in the walk-in fridge.
Elijah looks up at the ceiling as though searching for the answer. “Mmmm, yeah, I think you’re going to have to remind me.”
Oh, I’m going to remind him, alright.
“Ohmygosh, do you two ever come up for air?!” Claire groans, threading her hands through her hair.
I raise my hands in surrender, and Elijah makes a big show of taking a massive step away from me.
“You think we may need a do-not-touch rule for work?” I cringe at him.
“I mean…you think that’d work?” Elijah gives me a wink before walking away.
I sigh, watching his ass as he goes. Rules are meant to be broken.
“Oh, I can’t wait for Gabe to start. Did you see his tattoos?” Claire swoons beside me.
I shake my head, laughing. “Claire, if you don’t act cool, you’re going to scare him off.”
She pouts, throwing her head back in a groan. “Ugh, you’re so right! Okay. I’ll stay cool. How’s this?” She pretends to look nonchalant, throwing her pony behind her back and batting her eyelids.
“Do you have an off button?” I laugh poking at her sides. She squeals, batting my hand away before walking to the kitchen to run food.