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Parts and Service was always so god damn cold. Michael always spent his breaks here, anything to get away from his overbearing father. Sure, he sometimes overstayed his welcome with the assorted animatronic parts, but he didn’t think they minded.
Michael hated working here. He never wanted a stupid summer job like this, but his father insisted, and Michael would never disobey his father. As much as he disliked working with his father, it was better than staying at home alone with Elizabeth and Evan. Plus, he could hang with Jeremy at work.
The animatronic heads stared at Michael as he sat in silence in the cold room. He briefly checked the watch on his wrist, making sure he still had time to do nothing. He had about 15 minutes left of this break, and he knew his father would find him if he didn’t come back in time. The door was locked, and his father had the key.
Michael jumped at the sound of a knock at the door. He felt panic rush through him as he hopped up from his spot. He rushed to the door, almost tripping over himself.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” Michael yelled to the person on the other side.
“Chill out, Mike! It’s Jeremy, lemme in there,” Jeremy called out.
Michael instantly let go of any tension he felt. He cracked open the door with a smile, giggling as Jeremy stepped in.
Jeremy sat down on the floor beneath a Bonnie head and gestured for Michael to sit beside him. Michael obliged.
“How’d you manage to get a break? I thought they’d limit it to one at a time,” Michael asked, tilting his head to the side.
Jeremy shrugged. “Just asked Henry if I could take 5. The restaurant’s goin’ pretty slow right now, so I wouldn’t be too worried about it, Mikey.”
Michael looked down at the use of his nickname, embarrassed. He smiled to himself, happy to have company.
Without another word, Jeremy reached into his pocket and pulled out a rolled cigarette along with a lighter. Michael peered curiously over at him, watching as Jeremy lit the joint between his fingers. He took a long drag then looked to Michael. Michael nervously took it from him and held it to his lips. He coughed after inhaling, choking on the smoke. Jeremy laughed.
“First time? Here lemme help,” he said, grabbing the small cigarette from Michael’s hands. He took another drag then gestured for Michael to inch closer. Michael crawled to close the distance between the two of them, effectively slotting himself between Jeremy’s legs. He nervously looked back to Jeremy and felt a hand at the back of his neck pulling him closer.
Michael’s eyes fluttered shut as his parted lips met Jeremy’s. He felt Jeremy blow smoke into his mouth, and immediately inhaled to match him. When the two pulled away, Michael exhaled shallowly and covered his face with his hands.
“Wanna try again? Maybe you can manage on your own this time,” Jeremy asked slyly. Michael managed to chuckle at Jeremy’s shit eating grin.
“No way, I’m not getting in trouble for getting high on the job. My dad would kill me,” Michael said, rubbing the back of his neck. Parts and Service was suddenly very, very hot.
Jeremy shrugged, going to smoke some more of the cigarette. Michael nervously looked at the ground, searching for an excuse to kiss Jeremy again. Jeremy must have noticed, as he extinguished the small cigarette and crashed his lips into Michaels again.
The kiss lasted longer this time. Michael felt Jeremy’s hands toy with the back of his long hair as they made out on the floor. He chose to wrap his arms around Jeremy’s waist to pull the two ever closer, savoring each others presence. They didn’t stop, not until Michael heard a faint noise under Jeremy’s breath. He pulled back and looked at Jeremy’s flushed face.
“S’that you?” Michael asked.
“Nah, must’ve been one of the heads,” Jeremy replied sheepishly, eyes shifting around the room. Michael leaned in again, wanting to hear more of Jeremy.
The sound of a lock clicking suddenly filled Michael’s senses. Michael’s eyes widened and both him and Jeremy scrambled to either side of the room. Michael barely had time to compose himself as he saw his father open the door.
Jeremy tripped over himself to get to his feet, frantically saying his goodbyes as he exited the room. Bastard. Michael looked up at his father, eyes wide beneath his fingers. He was desperately trying to hide the blush that had crept up onto his face. He was failing.
His father sniffed. “Get back to work.”
With that, the door slammed shut leaving a very disheveled and embarrassed Michael on the floor of parts and service. He stood up, adjusted his shirt, and ended his break.