Virgil is a barista in a café. He hates the communication with other people he is not familiar with, but he needs the extra cash.
Every morning this guy walks in, ordering the most complicated fucking order. Every. God. Damn. Morning.
"...and vanilla creamer." The guy smiled while he searched for his money.
Virgil's eye twitched as he went to prepare his drink. He glanced up at the man and then back down to the cup, writing Ramen instead of Roman. He knew his name. He always has. But he thought it was fair giving him the wrong name since he makes Virgil's life a living hell.
He handed the cup to him, the name outward. He didn't smile, just waited for the next person.
Roman looked at the name then back up at the barista. "Uhm, it's-"
"Next!" Virgil interrupted. A guy pushed past Roman and to the counter.
"Girl, you know my order exactly." Remy smiled at Virgil.
He couldn't help but smile back at his childhood friend.
The next morning Roman came in again, the same cheery smile and the same cheery attitude. "You know my order."
"Like I'd remember something as complicated as that." Virgil rolled his eyes.
"...and I also want mint creamer this time instead of vanilla." He finished off.
Virgil was one step closer to actually killing a man. He finished the drink and wrote Ramen on the front then handed it to him.
"Thank you, but again, it's Roman." He walked away.
Virgil rolled his eyes again as another person stopped at the counter.
It's been two days and that cheery ass complicated bitch has made Virgil's life a living hell. He has an angry aura and his co-workers have been staying away from him. And people are even hesitant to order their drinks.
Except him. "Hi again!" He smiled brightly.
Virgil didn't answer. His face was in the most complex look. He barely blinked and barely moved while he listened to the order. But he sure was thinking about reaching across the counter and strangling the man.
Once he was done making the drink, Virgil wrote veey agressively "Beef" on the front instead of Ramen that time.
He pushed it out towards Roman and almost dropped it cause he wouldn't hurry up and take it.
Roman smiled and slipped a five on the counter. "Keep the change." He winked.
Virgil's eye twitched and glared at him leaving. He pounded a fist on the counter which caught everyone's attention.
He looked around and looked back down, lifting his fist off the counter and ready for the next person. "How may I help you..?" He asked, his voice still raspy with anger.
A day where that bastard didn't come in was like Virgil's dream. He was in heaven not having to listen to the damn order.
Then it had been two days and his angry aura started to be mkre peaceful and people didn't notice it right as they walked in.
But three days, and it was back. Because the stupid ass cheery god damn coffee loving bastard was back. And there were two of them.
"Hey Virge!" Roman smiled.
God, don't say my name. Virgil sighed and grabbed his notepad to write down the order.
Same as usual. But his friend just ordered a simple mocha. Which he was thankful that he didn't have to do two complicated ass drinks.
Virgil began making the drinks, being done with Roman's friend's first.
"Uhm, your name?" He asked.
The man pushed up his glasses. "Logan."
And that's what he wrote before handing it to him. He didn't know what it was, but seeing Roman come in with someone else felt... weird. He brushed it off and began making the drink he dreads the most.
He wrote Ramen again. And never was he going to write his actual name.
As Virgil handed him the drink, Roman made sure to touch his hand while grabbed it. He winked and put a ten on the table before walking away.
And that left Virgil alone, red as fuck.
Roman walked in, waving a five between his pointer and middle finger. "Still can't remember?"
"Like I would.."
"Okay then, no need," he put the five back in his pocket. "A handsome man will be at my house tonight at five." He said.
"Uh... okay?" Virgil looked at him confused, but relieved he didn't have to prepare the drink.
"Right?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
Roman smiled. "Well I can't say if there is a handsome man gonna be at my house if he isn't there, so will you be there or not?"
Virgil froze, shocked. His face reddened the more he thought about it. This stupid ass complicated coffee loving bastard is called him hot and wants him at his house.
Of course Virgil thought the man was also hot, but, he has never had anything like this happen, last time it did was in highschool, but he lied about liking him and hurt very badly.
"So is that a yes?" Roman raised a brow and smirked.
"I-I- how do-do I know you aren't go-gonna hurt me?" Virgil asked. "I barely know you!"
Roman grabbed his arm across the counter. "Then let's get to know each other!" He smiled. "My house, at five!" He slammed a note on the counter before practically skipping away.
Virgil hesitantly opened the note. It was his address and phone number.
Five pm rolled around and Virgil was not excited. He decided to go since he had nothing better to do. But before he knocked or rang the doorbell, he thought for a moment. What will he try to do?
But before he could debate whether or not this was a good idea, the door swung opened and he was pulled into the dark room.
Roman pushed him against the closed door and began kissing him.
Virgil pushed him off. "What the hell?!" He wiped his lips.
Roman looked at him, but said nothing.
"I'm leaving." Virgil said. He knew it was a bad idea.
Roman grabbed his wrist and turned him around. He grabbed his waist and held him, staring into his eyes.
Virgil gulped and internally freaked out. He thought he was in danger. He knew he was in danger.
Roman couldn't help it anymore. He laughed and flickered on the lights. He let Virgil fall to the floor as he let go and walked to the couch.
Virgil landed with a thud. He got up and walked to the couch next to him. "What the hell was all that for?!"
"For writing Ramen and Beef on my coffee cups." He laughed again. "You should've seen the look om your face!"
"I thought you were gonna rape me or something!" Virgil crossed his arms.
Roman wrapped his arms around him. "Don't be like that."
Virgil tried pushing him away. "Get off me!"
Roman kissed him again. And as Virgil tried getting away, he only feel backwards with the other on top of him, still pressing his lips against his.
Virgil finally got his lips free. "What the hell, get off me!"
Roman looked him in the eyes. "What, I thought you said I was hot?"
"When the hell did I say that?!"
"You said, 'well of course I think he's hot as well.' this morning."
"I-I said that out loud?!" Virgil closed his eyes and covered his face.
Roman layed his head on the other's chest and closed his eyes. "What a cutie~"
Virgil blushed more and removed his hands to see what was happening. He didn't know where to put his hands, so he just put them on Roman's back.
They both woke up at five in the morning. Twelve hours seemed like enough for the both of them. Neither of them moved from their positions though.
Roman got up and off of Virgil. He rubbed his eyes and sat on the other end of the couch, yawning.
Virgil got up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned.
Roman ran a few fingers through his hair. "I don't actually like you."
Virgil froze and stopped what he was doing. Those words shattered him. They were the same words his old boyfriend used on him. Tears began forming in his eyes and he got up.
Roman stood and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down onto the couch. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed his head. "Shhh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."
Virgil kept crying though. The memory of what happened in highschool replayed in his head over and over.
Roman pushed him away a little so he could see his face. He wiped away the falling tears and kissed him.
Virgil pushed him away. "G-Get off me!"
Roman chuckled and kissed him again. He slid a hand up his shirt.
Virgil stopped thinking about highschool. Whatever Roman was about to do is the only thing that filled his mind. He freaked out and tried ti get him off.
Roman pulled away and sat up. "There, now you've stopped crying." He smiled. "But, I'll stop. I'll respect your privacy and I won't ever do it again."
But honestly, after Roman stopped touching him, all he did was crave more. He gulped. He was going to regret what he was about to do.
Virgil grabbed Roman and pressed their lips together.
Roman pulled away. "Bottom or top?" He asked, smirking.
Virgil moved to the other end of the couch and crossed his arms. "No!"
Roman laughed. "I'm joking. Not yet." He winked and moved over there to grab him.
"Get away from me, Ramen!"
Roman let go and scooted away. "Fine."
Virgil sat there, pretending not to want him. But he couldn't help it and he moved over and clung onto him.
Roman smiled and put an arm around him. He kissed his head.
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