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It was a Thursday. A totally normal Thursday, that totally didn’t involve him falling totally in love with a random dude from his local coffee shop.
Yeah that TOTALLY didn’t happen!!
Seamus strode through the doors of his local coffee shop, ‘cups of coffee’, the bell ringing out throughout the building as the clicker hit it, soft sound buzzing in Seamus’ ear.
He was not in a good mood at all, and that gentle ring of the door set him off, despite the low sound. Earlier that day, all his desktop files had been somehow deleted, leaving no trace that they’d been there before.
They’d vanished from the hardrive, meaning all his hard work and the long hours he had spent working on these documents for his job at the hospital nearby had all been for nothing.
Seamus had serious anger issues, and everything after the incident, (even if it was old folk smiling at him for no apparent reason in particular, it would tick him off even more.)
‘They shouldn’t be happy on a day where I’m in a pissing mood.’ He thought to himself, evidently frustrated.
If he wasn’t happy, nobody should be.
Seamus shot glares at the minority of people that decided to glance up at the door opening, and eyed them until he reached the counter.
Then he finally tore his eyes away from Sandra and Bob, who were peacefully trying to have a cute date with one and other whilst being stared at angrily by a 21 year old man. Seamus stopped looking at them, annoyed that they were actually having a good day, and was surprised to find himself looking, not at his friend Neville, who usually serves him daily, but at an extremely handsome man standing at the counter in front of him.
Now this was not in Seamus’ bingo card for the year.
“Afternoon!” This stranger exclaimed, his boyish grin dazzling in the summer light. “What can I get for you today?”
“Coffee. Black.” Seamus grumbled, however not taking his eyes off of this man, who looked a similar age to him.
Great.
Silence for a moment.
“Black?” He asked.
“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?” Seamus snapped quickly, but his head went down in sudden embarrassment.
Why. Why why why why why?
“No, yes! No, I was just checking, ha. I mess things like this up all the time, just making sure…”
‘Always embarrassing myself and others… goddamnit.’
“Nah, I’m sorry mate. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve just had a bad day.” Seamus admitted, his head still lolled to the side slightly.
“You alright?” The stranger questioned, seeming actually interested.
“Work.” And that one word was the only thing that was necessary.
“I get it.” The barista chuckled, looking up from his notepad. “This is my first day.”
“Well you better get to work then!” Seamus meant for that to come out as a joke, however the stranger seemed like he didn’t know that.
“Right. Sorry, yes!” He stuttered, a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his nose, and turned away.
But he tried to turn away, just as Neville passed through, and they bumped into each other knocking Neville’s tray out of his hands and onto the floor.
“Shit, Neville I’m so sorry, excuse me, let me pick that up for you!” He apologised in a low, deep voice, that made Seamus glance up and start to sweat himself.
Frustration levels dropping, attraction levels rising.
Fast.
Oh lord.
That was so- so…
Hot.
So hot.
‘Imagine what he’d sound like when-‘
OH LORD.
‘You gross human being what the fuck!’
“Don’t worry, Dean, you’re all good mate!” Neville replied, grinning and patting ‘Dean’ on the shoulder cheerfully.
Dean chuckled sheepishly, and his arm scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, muscles tensing, causing Seamus to gasp softly.
He covered it up with the back of his hand.
He must’ve been stuck in a daydream for a couple minutes, because he was shaken gently by deans soft hand awakening him from a very serious gay panic.
His black coffee was placed on the counter.
“Hey. You um- dazed out for a sec-“
“Yeah!” Seamus exclaimed loudly without meaning to. “Happens all the time.” He squeaked.
Dean laughed, a nice, pure laugh and they locked eyes.
Seamus thought this would last only for a second but Dean held his eye contact.
They didn’t look away.
“That’ll be um…” Dean trailed off, mouth slightly parted mid sentence whilst glancing down at Seamus’ hands which were now resting on the counter. He cleared his throat. “Uh… that’ll be £3.75 please.” He finished, finally catching Seamus’ look once again.
Without tearing his eyes away from this handsome man, Seamus grabbed his wallet from his jeans pocket. Without warning, however, he lost contact and its contents spilled out onto the counter.
Including: £25 in notes, around, 30p in coins, plus some Euros from his last trip to Spain, a picture of his mum, (not voluntarily put in there), and a condom.
Seamus’ world felt like it was being tipped upside down.
Down, down, down.
Clearly in massive panic mode, he scooped the contents whilst heavily avoiding eye contact with Dean, and shoved them back in his pocket except the £3.75, red creeping up his neck in a flurry of heat.
He coughed, and was sure he was bright red.
Dean, who Seamus glanced up to see, had surprisingly pink cheeks, and was giggling slightly at the items of the wallet.
“I uh- don’t- um. This wasn’t- I-“ He didn’t finish his sentence out of embarrassment. “I don’t get out much.” He lied, because that’s better than telling the truth of being painfully single.
“I can tell,” Dean laughed, eyes crinkling at the sight of Seamus’ red and flustered face. “Not in a bad way! Of course! I would never assum-“
Now it was Seamus’ turn to laugh.
“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want mate, it’s true.”
Of course it wasn’t, but this man probably had a smoking hot girl back at home waiting for him to arrive home.
Hell, he probably had kids at this point.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Seamus questioned, and his eyes widened in self shock.
Oh fuck, oh fuck.
No. No.
‘Seamus you did not just say that.’ He cursed himself.
“I-“ Dean started but Seamus cut him off.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space or anything I was just curious to know if you had a girlfriend because you seem like the type of man who has a girlfr-“
“I’m actually gay-“ Dean said over him. “But nice to know that I look straight!” He joked, and Seamus thought the gods finally loved him for once.
“I- No, that’s not what I meant! I- uh, no you just seem like you would have someone- you’re very attractive-“ He physically stepped away from the counter and Dean at that. Repulsed by himself.
But Dean grinned, and leant down over the counter lazily, elbow holding his face up under his chin.
“I’m attractive?” He teased, and Seamus’ eyebrows went shooting up his face, and before he could say anything back, Dean spoke once more. “And, no. I don’t have a boyfriend, if you were going to ask me out.”
Seamus nearly tripped over his own feet at this, probably smiling in shock like a dummy.
“Your name?” Dean asked whilst staring directly into his eyes, and Seamus’ couldn’t help but stare at the rest of his face in awe. Dark skin so beautiful, eyes shaped perfectly. It was like he’d been carved out by Greek gods.
“Seamus!” Seamus replied. “Seamus Finnigan.”
“Dean.” Dean mimicked. “Dean Thomas.”
“Here’s my number,” He said, writing something on a scrap piece of paper. “Call me.” And he winked, sending sparks through Seamus’ body.
And he- he turned and walked away grabbing the £3.75 from off the counter.
Seamus hastily snatched the phone number paper and stuffed it in his pocket, smiling slightly, and blushing profusely.
He stared after Dean with a look of admiration, taking in how utterly gorgeous this man was, when Neville tapped him on the hand.
“Uh Seamus!” He exclaimed, grabbing his attention quickly. “Coffee.”
And he winked, whilst Seamus picked up his coffee cup and walked out of the shop grinning.
Happier, evidently than before, he smiled at himself.
Cute stranger, gay, no girlfriend, got his number!
Oh fuck.
‘My files.’
And he was in only a slightly better mood than he was when he entered the coffee shop.
He was definitely calling Dean tonight.
Lot of pent up frustration that he needed to get rid of.