Black and white film noir.
Grease, salt, fat, but most important of all, workplace of the most beautiful boy Mark had ever laid eyes on. Mark wasn't a great fan of Wendys, but every time he ordered, it wasn't the burger's meat he wanted inside him.
He had just gotten off work, 6:30 on Tuesday. Perfect. Suddenly, he had a craving for Wendys. He donned his coat and hat. The walk through the the rainy, lamp-lit streets was a journey he had made many times, but the sight at the end was worth it.
As Mark stepped through the door to the diner, the small bell chiming to announce his arrival, he scanned the room. Then he saw him, and his heart jumped in his stomach. The boy he came here to see, the man of his dreams. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He slid in to a seat close to Greg, hoping he would notice him. Maybe tonight would be the night. All those moments thinking about Greg. Wanting him, needing him. Thoughts of Greg as he drifted off to sleep, taking him to a dream where they could be together. Long had he been coming to Wendys for this perfect, beautiful boy. So long that he had been able to work out Greg's schedule, and have it written on that worn piece of paper back home.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
Mark snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. This was much better than any dream. There Greg stood, eyes fixed on Mark and pen poised expectantly on his notepad. Mark hesitated for a second, not sure if his mind was tricking him, then recited his usual order. As Greg jotted it down and walked away, Mark continued to stare. Greg's slim form, the shape of his body as his tight shirt hugged it, excited Mark. The way he walked looked more like a dance, slightly provocative in nature. He knew it was wrong, Greg was a child, but it just felt right. He tried to shove Greg out of his mind, but he just couldn't.
All through the night the boy plagued Mark's thoughts, and it didn't help being in the same room with him. The thought of Greg touching him, kissing him, caressing him, being with him. The thought of his bare body on his. The thought of Greg loving him like Manda never had. He felt hot, deprived. He had to get out of there, and he couldn't see Greg anymore so he took his chance to escape without facing him. He grabbed his still wet coat, his hat, and stepped outside. The cold air was bliss on his skin, the sound of the now heavier rain beating him drowning out the voice of Greg in his head. Tonight was not the night, not the night his thoughts became reality. So he thought.
"Hey"
Mark looked for the voice, and found it on his right side. It was Greg, so close that Mark should have noticed him when he walked out. "H...hi" Mark stuttered. Greg was the last person he thought he would be facing. Greg continued.
"I see you in there a lot. You're not stalking me are you?" He chuckled to himself.
"No, of course not!" Though that's not what Mark wanted to say.
"Hey, it's alright. I've been thinking about you for a while, and I've noticed the way you look at me."
"I...I..." Mark was beside himself. He was in the pouring rain, but his whole body felt hot. He tried to keep himself together, tried to keep calm, hoped Greg wouldn't notice what was obviously happening in his pants.
"Do you wanna do something sometime?" Greg carried on.
"I don't know... I'm a lot older than you, it isn't right is it?".
"Sure it is. I'm up for it, so are you".
"I'm not sure I can do this..."
Mark was finding it extremely hard to control himself. He looked at Greg standing there, his now soaked shirt clinging to him, accentuating his every feature, begging to be ripped off. One quick scan of Greg's lower half showed he was just as excited as Mark. Greg stepped closer, so close that Mark could see every drop of rain fall of his drenched hair and proceed down his young face. Greg's lips formed the final straw for Mark.
"I have a high level Shadower in MapleStory".
Mark lost control. He couldn't fight it any longer. He wanted to take Greg right there and then, tear off his clothes, throw him against the wall and ravage him. He wanted Greg, and Greg wanted him. But there was little they could do in their current position, they needed a place to go. And Mark knew where.
"Wanna come back to my place and play my PS3?"
Greg looked slightly confused. "But the PS3 has no games?"
Mark leaned in, so far that Greg could feel the hot breath on his face. He put his hands on Greg's hips and looked deep in to his eyes. "I know".
-Fade out-
He had just gotten off work, 6:30 on Tuesday. Perfect. Suddenly, he had a craving for Wendys. He donned his coat and hat. The walk through the the rainy, lamp-lit streets was a journey he had made many times, but the sight at the end was worth it.
As Mark stepped through the door to the diner, the small bell chiming to announce his arrival, he scanned the room. Then he saw him, and his heart jumped in his stomach. The boy he came here to see, the man of his dreams. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He slid in to a seat close to Greg, hoping he would notice him. Maybe tonight would be the night. All those moments thinking about Greg. Wanting him, needing him. Thoughts of Greg as he drifted off to sleep, taking him to a dream where they could be together. Long had he been coming to Wendys for this perfect, beautiful boy. So long that he had been able to work out Greg's schedule, and have it written on that worn piece of paper back home.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
Mark snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. This was much better than any dream. There Greg stood, eyes fixed on Mark and pen poised expectantly on his notepad. Mark hesitated for a second, not sure if his mind was tricking him, then recited his usual order. As Greg jotted it down and walked away, Mark continued to stare. Greg's slim form, the shape of his body as his tight shirt hugged it, excited Mark. The way he walked looked more like a dance, slightly provocative in nature. He knew it was wrong, Greg was a child, but it just felt right. He tried to shove Greg out of his mind, but he just couldn't.
All through the night the boy plagued Mark's thoughts, and it didn't help being in the same room with him. The thought of Greg touching him, kissing him, caressing him, being with him. The thought of his bare body on his. The thought of Greg loving him like Manda never had. He felt hot, deprived. He had to get out of there, and he couldn't see Greg anymore so he took his chance to escape without facing him. He grabbed his still wet coat, his hat, and stepped outside. The cold air was bliss on his skin, the sound of the now heavier rain beating him drowning out the voice of Greg in his head. Tonight was not the night, not the night his thoughts became reality. So he thought.
"Hey"
Mark looked for the voice, and found it on his right side. It was Greg, so close that Mark should have noticed him when he walked out. "H...hi" Mark stuttered. Greg was the last person he thought he would be facing. Greg continued.
"I see you in there a lot. You're not stalking me are you?" He chuckled to himself.
"No, of course not!" Though that's not what Mark wanted to say.
"Hey, it's alright. I've been thinking about you for a while, and I've noticed the way you look at me."
"I...I..." Mark was beside himself. He was in the pouring rain, but his whole body felt hot. He tried to keep himself together, tried to keep calm, hoped Greg wouldn't notice what was obviously happening in his pants.
"Do you wanna do something sometime?" Greg carried on.
"I don't know... I'm a lot older than you, it isn't right is it?".
"Sure it is. I'm up for it, so are you".
"I'm not sure I can do this..."
Mark was finding it extremely hard to control himself. He looked at Greg standing there, his now soaked shirt clinging to him, accentuating his every feature, begging to be ripped off. One quick scan of Greg's lower half showed he was just as excited as Mark. Greg stepped closer, so close that Mark could see every drop of rain fall of his drenched hair and proceed down his young face. Greg's lips formed the final straw for Mark.
"I have a high level Shadower in MapleStory".
Mark lost control. He couldn't fight it any longer. He wanted to take Greg right there and then, tear off his clothes, throw him against the wall and ravage him. He wanted Greg, and Greg wanted him. But there was little they could do in their current position, they needed a place to go. And Mark knew where.
"Wanna come back to my place and play my PS3?"
Greg looked slightly confused. "But the PS3 has no games?"
Mark leaned in, so far that Greg could feel the hot breath on his face. He put his hands on Greg's hips and looked deep in to his eyes. "I know".
-Fade out-