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A slow day at the restaurant meant Bob was left alone in the kitchen with his thoughts; as they become more overwhelming, Bob decided today was a good day to meditate with Mort. Bob slowly texts Mort asking him if he’s available today, it’s not their usual meditation day. Bob stares at the phone waiting for a response. The phone finally chimes, it’s Mort. He’s available.
“Oh thank god.” Bob says to himself, deciding he was going to bring Mort lunch in the form of a burger. So Bob cooks up a burger, and another for himself as he realizes he’s also hungry. He packs them in a bag then leaves the kitchen.
“I-I’m going over to Morts, to get not stressed for an hour, please don’t need me.” Bob tells Linda.
“It’s slow today, I don't think it’ll pick up, you look stressed.” Linda said.
“I’m always stressed Lin, love you.” He gives her a quick kiss before walking out of the restaurant leaving as the entry bell chimes.
“Love ya too Bobby.” Linda says as he leaves.
Bob knocks on the door of Mort's place and waits for him to come answer it.
“In a second!” Shouted Mort as he was walking to answer the door.
Bob patiently waited for him. Mort answers the door. “Hey Bob! Come in, how are you doing today? I can probably guess by just looking at you, sorry.” Mort said.
Bob chuckles weakly, “I'm fine, just stressed, I’m always stressed.”
“Sit down! I’ve got bean bags now. Sometimes I take naps in them.” Mort said.
“I could use a nap.” Bob said.
“Feel free to.” Mort smiles at Bob as the two sit down.
“Thanks…Mort.” Bob said. “I brought lunch too.”
“I could use a good burger.” Mort said.
“Here.” Bob hands him one of the burgers.
The two men eat lunch quietly together.
“Did you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Mort asks.
“Mm..not really.” Bob answered.
“Can you clear your mind enough to meditate?” Mort asked
“Absolutely not, I need to talk to you.” Bob said.
“You know I’m here for you Bob.” Mort said.
“I-I appreciate that.” Bob said, as he sighs a long sigh. “It’s been so..slow at the restaurant, even slower than usual. Do you think I made a mistake opening it in the first place? What was I even thinking, I was so stupid..” Bob starts venting.
Mort frowns as Bob talks so low of himself. “Bob, you make the best food on the street. People are stupid not to eat at your restaurant.”
“It’s just-I’m not even providing enough for my family, my wife and my kids deserve better.” Bob said.
“No. Listen, your kids and your wife are…kind of nuts; but you have a great family Bob, they are happy are they not?” Mort asked.
“I guess so..but I wish I could give them a lot more than I had growing up, but I can’t.” Bob said.
“Bob..what they have from you is enough, you’re a great person Bob, and you better not forget that. You have heart and soul that I know your father didn’t have.” Mort said.
Bob starts to tear up. “Y-you think that.” He asked, stammering as he was trying not to cry.
“I know that Bobby.” Mort smiles at him.
“O-oh god I can’t keep it back.” Bob stammers as he starts to fully cry.
Mort quietly starts rubbing Bob's back letting him cry as much as he needed, Bob leaned onto Mort burying his head in his shoulder.
Mort stayed quiet letting Bob cry until he couldn’t anymore, he picks his head up.
“I-I’m sorry..but I guess I feel a little better.” Bob said.
“Don’t apologize Bob, crying is healthy. I’m here for you.” Mort said.
“Mmm..I guess..” Bob said.
“You look exhausted; please take a nap.” Mort said.
“I should g-get back to the restaurant..” Bob said.
“Bobby; I’m not going to let you go back to work like this, please you look exhausted, you deserve a nap.” Mort said, insisting.
“Y-your right I’ll just close my eyes for a sec-“ Bob didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he fell asleep snoring loudly.
Mort gets Bob a blanket draping it over him; he leaves the room to let Bob rest.
Bob wakes up about an hour and a half later. Mort is back in the room; just reading a book. “Bob, you’re awake, you were out for an hour and a half, did you know you snore?” Mort said.
Bob chuckles; “I figured that out yeah..I hope I didn’t bother you.”
“Of course you didn’t. I’m glad you got some sleep.” Mort said.
“Sorry we never got to meditate.” Bob said. “I didn’t expect to uh..cry.”
“Oh pfft; I don’t mind! I enjoy your company no matter what.” Mort said.
“Really?” Bob asked.
Mort laughs, walking over to Bob. “Of course! You know I care about ya right.”
“I guess.” Bob said.
“You mean you know so Bobby.” Mort gently puts a hand on Bob's very tense shoulder.
“S-Sorry, you're right.” Bob said.
It got quiet for a moment; a good kind of quiet, Mort still wrapping his hand around Bob’s shoulder; looking into his soulful dark brown eyes, getting lost in what felt like space.
Bob looked back at Mort, his scrunkly face smiling in a whimsical way that made Bob smile back at him. He could feel himself leaning closer to Mort; perhaps he was still tired. Mort was warm like the soft blanket that was still hanging off of his shoulders. He put his arm around Mort's waist; everything was happening so fast now; Mort's warm body became more and more enticing by the second; his beautiful emerald eyes captivated him. Even his messy hair was cute. Before Bob could collect his thoughts again he was locking lips with Mort.
Mort, taken aback for a second, blushes as he regroups himself to kiss Bob back. His face brushing against Bob's mustache, overwhelmed by the flavor of burger grease and French fries. Yet he couldn’t get enough; he leaned into the kiss slipping out a soft moan; he carefully cups Bob's sweaty face kissing him passionately, this was definitely happening now. The small kiss quickly turns into a make out session on the beanbag. Mort running his hand through Bobs greasy hair, kissing him, taking in the taste of burgers and fries, he liked it.
Bob carefully had a hand on Mort's ass, the other locking hands with him. In the moment he forgot all about why he was stressed, he forgot all about his anxieties, his worry was all gone. The only thing that mattered was Mort. It was a bliss that Bob did not want to end. He could kiss Mort forever; he was so captivating.
The kiss ended after a good long time, the two separated but were still practically on top of eachother. They were both blushing. An awkward silence loomed over the two for a few seconds before Mort piped up.
“Boy; kissing you is like making out with one of your burgers, you're so savory.”
“Kissing you felt like I died and went to heaven.” Bob said.
“The funerals on me.” Mort smirks; planting a kiss on Bob's cheek.
Bob laughs a small snort. “I’d allow that, if you kissed me again.”
“Oh I’d kill for a bite of you, burger man.” Mort says, giving him one more kiss.
“Don’t stop kissing me.” Bob said.
“Was this a date now?” Mort asked.
“I think so.” Bob said.
“A medidate.” Mort laughs.
Bob chuckles. “I-I should go even though I really don’t want to.” He says still holding onto Mort's incredibly soft hands.
“Maybe we can have a real date, say Friday after you close?” Mort asked.
“I-if your ok with just coming to the r-restaurant.” Bob smiled.
“I wouldn’t eat anywhere else Bobby.” Mort gives Bob one last goodbye kiss slowly letting his hands go.
Bob smiles; “S-see you then..and uh, Mort..thank you for all of this..I-I feel a lot better now.”
“It’s my pleasure Bob, I love you.” Mort says.
“I-I love you too..” Bob stammers gently, giving Mort one last French fry grease kiss goodbye.
The two finally part; Bob leaves to go back to the restaurant where he would probably start stressing out again, but for now he’s riding on the high that he still has from kissing Mort; already ready to go back and do it all over again.