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Chris/Joey

first meeting with a promise of more.

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This turned out a little stranger than intended, but here's what I came up with anyway. ;)


Chris added another paper clip to the roof of the small house he had built out of boxes of staples and sighed, wondering for the thousandth time when his life had been reduced to working 40 hours a week inside a cramped cubicle that smelled like white-out.

“No Mom, I don’t need to finish college. I’m going to become a free lance writer and spend my time doing what I love, not what makes the most money.”

Oh right, then.

Chris sat back in his chair and stared at the list of buyers sitting on the desk in front of him. He contemplated doing some actual work before settling on rocking back and forth in his chair for a bit. That was one plus for this new place. He hadn’t had a swivel chair at last office job.

After making a few work-related calls and adding “get swivel chair for home” to his to-do list, Chris pushed himself up from his desk and headed for the lounge, intent on getting a cup of coffee while he walked off the numb feeling that had settled around his ass and upper thigh area.

Chris pushed the door open and looked up, spotting someone leaning over the coffeepot with his back to him.

“Oh sorry,” said Chris, stopping a foot or two in front of the other man, “I’ll just wait.”

The man looked up at Chris and flashed him a friendly grin. Chris blinked and mumbled “or maybe not” under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the big brown ones staring back at him.

“No problem,” the other man said, and Chris found himself leaning in towards the rich tones of the baritone voice, “I was just thinking about coffee.”

Chris blinked again. “Uh, yeah. Fascinating stuff.”

The man grinned, never breaking eye contact. “Folgers or Maxwell House?”

“Pardon?”

He held up two bags of coffee. “Which do you like better?”

“Oh.” Chris thoughtfully chewed on his bottom lip, finding this the weirdest conversation he’d ever had with a stranger, yet hoping it would continue on. “Folgers, I guess.”

“Folgers it is then.” The man with the smiling eyes set up a fresh pot and turned to Chris, holding out his hand. “I’m Joey, by the way. I don’t remember seeing you around this paper clip purgatory before.”

Chris grinned and shook Joey’s hand, enjoying the feel of the stronger and much larger hand covering his.

“Chris,” he said, “I just started today.”

“Ah yes. I thought I recognized that glazed look in your eye.”

Joey winked and Chris stuffed his hands into his pocket, enjoying the attention but unable to think of anything interesting to say back. He considered mentioning his swivel chair, but then thought better of it. The guy probably already thought he was strange anyway. No need to confirm it.

“Well, allow me to give you the full tour,” Joey said. He stayed standing where he was and pointed around the room. “Supply closet, water fountain, coffee pot.”

Chris waited expectantly as Joey turned back around and poured himself a cup of coffee, wondering if that was it. When Joey handed Chris a cup, he guessed it was.

“Welcome to hell!” Joey grinned and knocked his cup against the side of Chris’ before taking a big gulp. “It’s not too bad, actually. You’ll get used to it. Hell, if you don’t stay too long you might even begin to like it.”

Chris smiled before taking a small sip of his own coffee, boldly making eye contact with Joey over the rim of his cup.

“I think I already do.”