Barb finished up and walked away to the front dining room,
leaving Spitfire behind,
It was about lunchtime,
and the Cafe's busiest time of day, a few individuals wandered in,
and Barb took orders traveling back to the kitchen where two other people cooked and mingled over hot food.
Outside...
Scott continued to watch Beau.
Beau passed a few green bits over to a strange
man who met him there on a motorcycle,
Scott watched a bit worried,
he glanced over his shoulder to the Cafe,
But when he looked back in Beau's direction,
The only thing Scott was able to see was two legs,
Beau stood in front of him.
Scott stood up bravely,
he was 6'3,
so he towered over Beau's ashy blonde hair,
the two stared at one another for a few seconds,
then beau spoke.
" Did you drop something?" He asks.
Scott shook his head " Oh... No, I was reading when the pick-up time was for the drop off box,"
Beau shrugs, " I see, well... I'll see you around, Spencer," he says and heads towards his white BMW.
Scott watched and snarled quietly, " it's Scott, Buddy boy,"
Beau gets in, shifts to reverse, and then drives off,
Scott shrugs and scratches the back of his head curiously in thought,
what was Beau up to,
and why was he getting cash from a stranger,
I thought he just moved here?
Back at the Cafe...
Spitfire helped serve hungry customers,
glancing at his watch from time to time,
he was sure the time was never going to go by,
The chimes went off every few minutes,
this cafe was a hit,
and Spitfire broke a sweat,
leaning against the wall in the Kitchin,
he wiped his forehead on his sleeve,
" Boy, it's a warm one today," he says as Barb passes by,
" It sure is, hey... When you ask Scott about that ten dollars ask if next time he could leave a hundred?" Barb chuckles.
Spitfire smiles, " Nah, I don't want his money," he answers,
" I only want him,
you'll understand Barb when you fall in love someday."
Barb scoffs, " like that will ever happen." He grimaces.
Spitfire shook his head,
disagreeing, " it won't happen with that attitude."
Barb shrugs, " well, I want to be a football player,
I'm going to college and I'll
perhaps, later I'll find my special someone!"
Spitfire smiles, " there you go!" He says,
taking out a grilled cheese Sandwich to table three.
"My god, it's 11:58 Scotty, where are you?" Spitfire laughed, Anxiously
taking back a used ate plate to the sink.
" He'll be here, Spitfire, patients!" Barb giggles.
Spitfire went to the mirror,
Fixing that same piece of hair the bugged him daily,
turning around when he heard the chimes from the door,
it was Scott.
Spitfire smiles, throwing a wave to Barb,
He slides a name card down a single slot on a box connected to the wall, Clocking out,
He punched a few numbers in clicking accept,
and he was finished,
" I'm ready Scott if you are." He appends.
Scott smiles, reaching his arm out for Spitfire to take his hand,
" let's get going then, sweets."
" Bye, Barb, say Hi to Margret for me," Spitfire takes Scott's hand tightly, following him to the door.
Barb smiles, " I sure will," he yells, watching the two leave and the door closed slowly behind them.
Scott leads Spitfire,
to the passenger side of his car,
he usually drives his truck,
since he owned two vehicles but,
the car was better on fuel,
Spitfire smiles and gets in,
such a gentleman,
Scott opened and shut the door,
for Spitfire, resulting, getting in the driver's seat.
" Nice little car you got here," Spitfire says,
running his hand on the blonde leather seats and cabinet between them.
Scott smiles, turning the engine on,
" Thanks, babe, thought I'd take her for a spin,
instead of the truck today,"
Spitfire smirks, " This will be fun, let's go, just you and me,"
Scott yeses and drives off,
The windows being down,
made a tiny breeze blew gently through Spitfires hair,
Spitfire sheds his jacket glancing at Scott, " aren't you hot?"
Scott shook his head, " not really, nice breeze today!"
Spitfire nods, looking outside until Scott pull's up to his house, his truck parked outside, " Home Sweet Home." He speaks, getting out,
Spitfire waited inside,
and Scott opened the door respectfully.
Spitfire got out, shutting the door behind him,
The two walked inside,
Scott's house was very welcoming but quiet,
The only thing you could hear was the ticking of an annoying clock.
Spitfire walked to the couch, sitting down,
Scott accompanied,
The two sat in silence for a few seconds before
Looking at each other in sync,
Scott closed in, Spitfire met in the middle,
it's the first time the two were complete,
and utterly alone.
Spitfire accelerated the touches, till his heart pounded out of his chest,
He wanted Scott and Scott vise versa,
Scott, while making each kiss last,
he manages to unbutton his shirt,
slithering out of it slowly,
Spitfire tended Scott closer by his blonde hair
" Keep doing what you're doing, Scotty," he whispers as Scott moved from Spitfires red lips to his neck,
Spitfire pushed his head back into Scott's couch,
he was limp and was allowing Scott to do about anything,
Scott, pushed into Spitfire using his arms,
forcing Spitfires now on his back
He was now straddling him,
like Deja Vu, the two of them been here before, in this state of mind,
this ecstasy they've only read about,
Spitfires head fell free of Scott's grip
as Scott started with Spitfire shirt, slipping it carefully over his head, nothing could break this chain they've built,
Scott slowly went back up to Spitfire's lips, kissing them slowly
He smiles, feeling smeared red lipstick on his cheek,
Scott moved gently over to Spitfires ear, whispering, " I love you," quietly, he nibbles on Spitfires earring and sinking his face in Spitfires pitch black hair that was becoming sweaty, Slowly heading back to Spitfires' lips,
Spitfire breathed in synchrony with Scott,
Spitfire was much smaller than Scott,
but he didn't seem to care, and the weight didn't bother him,
Spitfire shoved into Scott feeling his very strong Rippled stomach with a very impressive six-pack,
Again, he was asking for so much more when Scott slowed,
he kissed Spitfires neck then, to his shoulders, which both were very thin,
his collar bone was striking,
and Scott ran smooth kisses over it,
Spitfires eyes slowly closed in complete satisfaction,
losing all feeling, Scott only traveled down running his lips over Spitfires' ribs,
The two continued, for hours, both, alone on the couch, the clock ticked hours away.