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It was official.
Bob was going to strangle Tomie.
He thought he would swear off wanting to murder his coworker after the incident with the Devil Man. After seeing Tomie bleeding out on the floor from his neck. Something like that was supposed to be traumatic, right? Change your view on life?
Fat fucking chance.
He was still a little shit, and still took too goddamn long washing dishes.
It was hot as hell in the diner, a mix of the grills running and the heatwave over town. Even the shitty AC couldn't keep up, and it was hard keeping diners.
Well, except for one.
A blonde 20 something year old, who came in on the same day each week. Bob wasn't sure what they were, an androgynous type who wore whatever when they came in.
Tomie liked to slack off and chat with them whenever they came in. Honestly, it nearly drove Bob to losing his mind of busier days.
Of course, the blond didn't purposefully make his life harder. They often asked if Tomie had more important tasks. As often, Tomie, oh shit head Tomie, he'd reply with a fat "nope".
So here they were, Bob, Tomie, and the blonde all sitting in a diner too hot for most. To say it was strange was wrong, since they had this routine for so long. It was just different, without the distractions of other characters.
"Tomie! Get back here and wash these dishes!"
The blonde snaps their head to Tomie, mouth agape and they shove him gently, "You liar! Go, Go do your job!"
The black haired dishwasher laughed, hurrying away from the blonde and back to washing the dishes. Bob rolled his eyes, stepping out with the blonde's meal and milkshake. He stopped, sighing for a moment before facing the blonde.
"Alright, what's your name?"
The blonde looked up from their milkshake, raising a brow. "...You… You don't know my name? Dude, I've been coming here for like six months straight."
Bob paused. Shit, was that really how long it had been? This was becoming embarrassing.
"Pfft, chill dude. I'm Theta, it's nice to meet you actually, Bob."
Bob could feel his heart stutter for a moment before holding his hand out.
"Nice to meet you."
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Bob was going to lose it. The blonde was stuck in his mind, like an earwig or how Tomie annoyed him last week. Theta was a different kind of customer the more he noticed them.
They tipped a lot compared to the frugal fucks he was used to. It was enough to evenly split between him and Tomie. They kept their area as clean as they could, even making sure the areas nearby were too. Theta even got Tomie to give them the mop if they spilled.
It was … strange to say the least. He had become accustomed to the dumbasses in the town who just didn't care. Bob assumed that Theta was doing it for the brownie points. Trying to get free things because the workers liked them.
So Tomie tested it, slipping a brownie from the dessert cabinet to them. Theta raised a brow, tugging out their wallet to pass three dollars to Tomie.
"Guess I'm getting a brownie as well."
Tomie flaunted those three dollars in Bob's face the rest of the day.
He got a black eye from a door accidentally slamming into him.
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Tomie was out today. He had something more important, like a doctor's appointment? Bob didn't care enough to pay attention past him having to do all the cleaning Tomie normally did.
It was an hour from closing when Theta walked in. The blonde was dressed in a flowing dress, reaching their knees. It swished with each movement as they made their way to the counter and climbed onto the stool. They were short, roughly 5 feet tall, and even on the high bar stools Bob towered over them.
"Yer coming in pretty late, busy day?"
Theta sighed, and Bob noticed their makeup was blotchy underneath their eyes. Like-
Oh fuck had they cried?
"Shitty day. You probably hear enough people bitching, so let's just move past that. Can I have my regular, with a cookie and cream malt?"
Bob just nodded, ignoring the burning feeling in his stomach. What happened to make Theta dress up and come into the diner after crying? He turned to walk into the kitchen, getting to work to make a classic style burger. He scooped a portion of the last batch of fries for the night, seasoning them lightly. As he waited for the patty to cook, he started the milkshake.
The only sounds he could hear were the kitchen and the jukebox starting up. Bob found most of the music annoying. The song Theta picked seemed to me a new addition, Waltz of the Flowers. Someone had requested the classical song, and while it didn't match the atmosphere of the restaurant, it was a nice change from popular pop music.
Bob stepped out, pausing as Theta danced. It was clear they were an amateur, just having fun to the waltz music. His eyes watched each twirl and footwork Theta performed, setting the tray down at their spot.
He could feel a smile tug at his lips at the sight and Theta's laughs. He was genuinely just enjoying himself, and Bob noticed the traces of sadness had wiped clean from their face.
He could feel his heart flutter, what a childish thing.
Theta turned to him as the song began to fade into another portion, waving him over. At first he shook his head, but the blonde was persistent. He hurried to Bob, dragging him to the empty floor and began to waltz with him. Small hands swamped by his own. Their head had to tilt back to smile up at him, and they danced together. Shoes scuff together, laughs fall from lips, and Bob couldn't ignore the feeling building up in his chest.
He spun the smaller person, before picking up speed. The chords plucked more heavy handed, which fueled his desperation. What was he thinking? Why was he doing this, thinking about this?
He dips the blonde and kisses them as the song finishes.
The world froze for a moment before Theta began to kiss back. Theta's hands held Bob's face, resting against the scruff of his beard. Eventually the two part for air, blue eyes meeting black. Theta's lips were gently parted, and he leans back in to kiss him again.
Suddenly all the blood sinks to his cock, and he moves down to kiss throat. He panted, sucking a mark into the crook of his neck. Theta moaned, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling.
"Shit, we should stop-"
"Please don't. Bob don't stop."
The black haired cook looked at Theta searching their face before pulling them back into the kitchen. Away from the walls of windows and anyone that might pass by. He put them on the cleaned prep table, locking lips as he unties his apron.
He lets it fall to the ground, and quickly makes work of getting the dress off their frame. Bob pauses, and Theta laughs and helps get out of the binder.
"Sorry, I forgot not everyone has seen these. One sec."
Now out of the article, Theta's chest was free to form two soft mounds of fat and tissue. He feels his mouth going dry, and he looks up at the younger person.
"Can I…Can I touch them?"
Theta nodded, fingers tangled in his mullet. Bob's lips gently wrap around the soft bud, sucking it to become perky. Moans and whines fall from kiss swollen lips as Bob's other hand gently massages the lone bud. He swaps after a while, ignoring the sting of hair being tugged.
"Bob, fuck me already!
Bob stood, losing his pants and boxers. His cock springs up, bobbing from the force of being released. They slipped their underwear off, showing a glistening pussy.
"You shaved?"
Theta snorted, throwing their head back with laughter, "I always shave! I don't like the feeling!"
He rolled his eyes, pressing the tip inside the wet entrance. Theta paused, waiting for the older man to press further inside. Inch by inch, he sinks in. He went slow, letting his partner adjust with each inch added. Finally, he's flush to their ass, trembling from the effort of not ruining them.
Theta grabs one of his hands, pressing it up by their womb. For a moment, he's confused, what was Theta trying to convey?
"I…it's so deep, 'nd so close to my womb."
Bob twitched at the idea of being able to cum nearly straight into their wwomb. He couldn't hold back anymore, and pulled out before ramming back in. Theta squealed, holding onto his shoulders as he thrusted in and out. Their chest and chubby belly bounces with each kiss to their womb.
"Bob, Bob please, fuck I need you to breed me!"
It was like a parasite in his head. A sudden need to fill the pussy satisfying his urges. To make the blonde a slut for his cum, and to make them both linked together. He groaned, slamming in and shooting his cum in their cunt.
He huffed, a thumb coming down to circle and play with their clit. Their walls twitched and spasmed around his cock, keeping it hard and overstimulating him. It hurt in a way Bob couldn't let go of. He thrusted quickly, as Theta babbled and cried from the stimulation and focus Bob was giving them.
Finally they came *hard*, walls milking Bob's cock and causing him to cum again after a few moments. He slowly pulled out, watching his seed drip from their hole. They pressed their lips together, taking the moment to just live in the afterglow.
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Bob gently wiped the wet wipes he had fetched from Theta's car against their folds and thighs to clean them up. He hummed gently as the young adult sipped a glass of water. He grabs their underwear and helps them into it.
"Alright sugar… You did great. Feeling better?"
Theta paused, fidgeting with the straw in the glass. He sighed, nodding, "I was just… ugh, I was scared that if I confessed to you, you'd reject me. There has to be a long line of women who want you, and I'm… I'm *not* like them."
Bob paused, looking up at them to gauge their feelings. That was what he was feeling, wasn't it? He loved the little blonde that came in on the same day each week. Who paid more than enough in tips and help. He stood up and pressed a kiss to their forehead.
"I fell in love with you ages ago."
And Theta smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. This was what love felt like. What an amazing thing.
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"Soooo, did Theta seducing you work or are you purposefully just not talking about yesterday."
Bob was going to slaughter him.