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Taco Bell is the food of sinners. John knows this somewhere deep in his soul. It doesn’t stop him from showing up 15 minutes before closing at least twice a week for his fix of cheesy, greasy fast food.
Getting to ogle Sol, the hot cashier who works most weeknights, is just an added perk.
“Doritos® Cheesy Gordita Crunch for John?”
John hurries to grab his tray from the man behind the counter, whose nametag reads “Manager”. Despite the hour, the man flashes him an easy grin. “10 minutes ’til closing, lad”, he warns, before wandering back towards the empty kitchen.
He really shouldn’t sit in— he shouldn’t be here at all— but he caught a glimpse of Sol as he walked in, and if he’s in for one sin, he might as well be in for them all.
John swivels his head back towards the kitchen as he walks, searching, then his foot slides on something wet and he’s tumbling towards the floor, tray flying from his hands.
He lands hard on all fours, and feels water soak through the knees of his jeans. When he lifts his head, he finds himself face to face with Sol. Or, at least, Sol’s…. pelvic area. His face heats, and he feels a low heat in his stomach, which he tries staunchly to ignore.
He watches in humiliation as Sol casually places his mop back into its bucket, then offers John one of his strong, broad hands.
******
Sol pushes John against the wall and begins to trail hot, wet kisses down his throat. John feels dizzy with want and disbelief.
“ve wanted to do this for weeks”, Sol growls from somewhere near John’s collarbone, and John squeaks as his hands move from his waist to his ass, squeezing lightly.
“Always so prim and proper when you come in here, driving me crazy all buttoned up like you are”. Sol moves one hand to the button of his jeans, as if illustrating his point. “Christ, seeing you on your knees like that… bet you’d look amazing with my cock in your mouth”.
John gasps as Sol forces his hand below John’s waistband to palm greedily at his dick. “Sol, please….”
When John comes, he lets the boneless feeling carry him to his knees, determined to give Sol what he wants.
He supposes sin isn’t such a bad thing after all.