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Vigorously fiddling with a pencil, Augustus sat bored at the front desk. GameStop was always empty and the most Augustus had to do was answer the phone. He watches the clock ticking to the next hour. Waiting for break to start.
The clock finally strikes the next hour and he immediately heads to the break room. He instinctively plops down on the couch to take a quick nap. As he is dozing off, he hears foot steps come into the break room.
The Chosen just finished his restocking and had nothing else to do. That’s when he saw a sleeping brunette on the break room couch. He looked completely out of it. Not wanting to wake him, he quiets his footsteps.
Crouching down in front of the sofa, Chosen inspects his sleeping friend. He didn’t want anything from the vending machine and he didn’t bring his Gameboy today so there wasn’t much for him to occupy himself with.
He observes Augustus taking up the whole couch, mouth slightly open, glasses crooked, and gently shut eyes. The blonde kept staring and started to notice the tiny things that aren’t usually noticeable. Like the way his front teeth have a slight gap or how his black painted nails are slightly picked at. And how he has freckles on his nose and cheeks.
Spencer starts counting all the tiny little freckles planted on his face. The ones on his nose first travelling to the rest of his face. Eventually, Chosen snaps out of his trance and realizes what he’s doing. Light rouge dusts his face in embarrassment.
“Wake up.” Chosen sternly but gently states to the sleeping man. He’s lightly shaking Augustus’ arm. No response.
He’s so lazy.
Defeated, he sits down on the floor resting his back against the sofa. Suddenly, he hears rustling above him.
“Hey pretty boy.” The Chosen could hear Augustus’ soft smile through his words. He shifts his head up to find a sweetly grinning brunette peering down at him. He is visibly still sleepy but every ounce of attention is on him.
Bringing his head back down he replies, “Stop that.” Chosen can’t falter to this stupid boy, even if he really wants to. His friend goes quiet for a moment. Uncomfortably quiet.
“Hey Chosen, uh I have a weird request. You don’t need to accept it.” His tone is very noticeably nervous. The blonde looks up again as a silent response.
“Could I possibly” He chokes on his words and hesitates,”Can I kiss you?” Spencer stays quiet, not sure what to say. His heart says yes and his ego says never.
“I don’t mind.”
Chosen’s response shocked Augustus and made him stammer. He never dreamed he would get this far. He leans down and places a small peck to his lips. Then he retreats afraid he would go too far. The silence starts becoming more familiar and comfortable.
Augustus runs his fingers through the blondes hair. Mindless drowning in his scent. He smelt like light shampoo with almost dry hair. The blondes eyes gently shut with the soothing feeling.
The critic quickly slumps down from the couch to Chosen’s side. Unsure if he’d allow it, he inches his hand closer to his companion. The other notices and his hand accepts the offer. Fingers delicately interlaced. Augustus’ need to fidget comes into play again and he absentmindedly begins to rub his thumb on his friends hand.
The blonde is getting more sleepy as the time passes. He rests his head on Augustus’ broad shoulders. His eyes are beginning to give in and shut close. Drunk on sleep, he blurts out, “Did you know you have 54 freckles on your face?” Why did I say that. He immediately snaps out of his trance, lets go of the others hand and lifts his head up.
“What? How would you know that?” A bold thought enters Augustus’ mind after saying his comment, “You’re gonna have to prove it to me.” He cockily tilts head towards Chosen.
“..how would I ‘prove’ it to you?”
“Whatever comes to mind.”
Chosen quickly repositions himself so he’s facing Augustus. He notices this and copies. The two are now facing each other, the blonde hesitating on his actions. Eventually lifting off the seal to his power (his glasses), he feebly places his hands on either side of his head. The skin to skin contact makes bloods rise quickly to the brunette face.
He sighs to himself, rethinking his choices. Ultimately, he finds himself leaning in and leaving a tiny peck on the freckle at the tip of his nose. Picking up the pace after each kiss on precisely every freckle. After 54 kisses, Augustus is left in a melted mess. His entire face dusted with pink leading down his neck.
Hiding his face in his hands, he slumps forward and rests his head on the Chosen’s shoulder. His hands slowly move their way behind the blonde and up to his hair again. Soothing himself by running his fingers through the soft and fluffy blonde strands.
Spencer’s internal thoughts are going crazy and he’s trying not to lose his cool. Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break. The feeling of his delicate touch heals the ache in his heart that he didn’t know he had. Everything is warm. He didn’t realize how cold everything was until Augustus was there.
The younger man reaches his hands up Augustus’ back. Placing little circles as they rest. His head finds itself on top of his companions. The atmosphere is light and airy both suffocating of love.
The pair are caught up in their own world and forget where they are. They don’t even hear the front door bell ring throughout the shop. Nor do they hear the loud clacking of a women’s heels walking in the store.
Suddenly the door to the break room swings open, this startles both of them out of the calming atmosphere once before.
“Oh, you two dorks.“ Brianna was standing in the doorway, looking at the two on the floor of the break room.